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youare-mysonshine · 4 years ago

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heavy || bucky barnes

Summary: reader’s mental health has been taking a decline and bucky is there.

Requested: No

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: talks of mental health, depression, anxiety, angst, cussing.

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Hey guys, I’m back I guess lmao. I’ve really been struggling with my mental health lately and I guess I kinda just wanted to put it into words, something productive? And I’ve been feeling our angsty emo boy bucky barnes. Most of you might’ve followed me for my Oscar fics but I kinda wanna branch out and I thought this would be a good time to do so. Anyways, I know that some of you have inboxed me or messaged me and I haven’t responded and I’m sorry. But I just want you all to know that if you’re struggling, I’m always here to talk. About anything, always. So, I hope you enjoy this. I might’ve cried while writing this lmao and I also might’ve ended it on such an awkward place but, i’m still getting used to writing again. (Flashbacks are in italics)

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Bucky didn’t miss the dark circles under your eyes. He didn’t miss the way you sort of slouched as you approached him. He didn’t miss the way that your smile didn’t really meet your eyes.

“Hey,” You said in a breathless voice. “Sorry, I’m late. I got held up.” You said as you took a seat across from him in the booth. Held up. It was better than telling him that you were thinking of just not showing up at all. In the end, you knew that you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t just blow off your new friend who you had so enjoyed spending time with. So, in a rush, you got dressed and made your way to the small, quiet diner that you two had taken to frequenting together. Bucky Barnes was an enigma if you’d ever met one. The way that you had met was rather.. cliche and something straight from a story.

You had been trying to lay off of the caffeine for a while, realizing that you had nearly gone through an entire packet of 32 k-pods that you had just purchased. You realized that you might’ve had a problem. You had been going pretty strong with staying away from caffeine for the time being, until you passed by a coffee shop and got a whiff of coffee. You just couldn’t help yourself; you bought a cup of coffee. It was when you were walking down the street, holding the cup of coffee in one hand, looking down, that you didn’t see someone walking right in your path. You had collided into what seemed like a solid wall and the impact had caused you to squeeze the cup of coffee in surprise, the warm liquid burning your hand, staining your clothes and the other person. You had realized it was another person you had crashed into when you heard them let out a low cuss.

Bucky’s grumpy self had been fully prepared to tell you off for crashing into him, having just left his therapist’s office, but when you looked up at him with those bright eyes of yours, a million apologies spilling from your lips a mile a minute, he swallowed whatever harsh words had nearly sprung forth. He had apologized as well; both of you had been at fault. Bucky had been going over his session with Dr. Raynor that morning, completely lost in his own mind, and you had your eyes trained on the ground, something that was a bad habit of yours. The shock of realizing you had bumped into a man, a really really handsome man with the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen, had made you temporarily forget that you had practically scorched your hand with the coffee, and that you had gotten it on him as well.

“I’m so, so sorry.” You said once again, quickly averting your eyes from the handsome stranger’s face. Instead you focused on the smushed cup in your hand and the stains on his leather jacket. It just made you feel even terrible. “I, I can pay for you to get your jacket cleaned, if you want. Really. I wasn’t paying attention and I just, for whatever reason, squished my cup and.. I’m sorry.” You said, kind of breathlessly.

“It’s.. it’s alright.” His voice was like the coffee that you had been drinking. Smooth and rich. It was deep, something that reverberated deep in your chest and had your stomach fluttering with butterflies. “I wasn’t paying attention either. Really, it’s fine. And don’t worry about my jacket. No harm, no foul.” He said. “You should, uh, you should take care of that hand. Hope you didn’t burn yourself too bad.” He gestured to your hand, still clutching the cup, with one of his own gloved hands.

“Oh, I’ll be fine. It wasn’t that hot. Thank you, though. And again, I’m really, really sorry.” Sparing one, seemingly, last glance at the handsome stranger, you side stepped him and began to walk away, tossing the empty cup of coffee in a trash can on the sidewalk. But you didn’t get very far because that deep voice called out to you, halting you in your tracks.

“Can I buy you another cup of coffee?” Bucky’s mouth had opened and spoken the words long before his brain could even catch up. He didn’t know why he had asked you that, but something in his gut was just telling him too.

“What?” A look of total bewilderment had crossed your face and he had seen it.

“I just, well I thought that, since I bumped into you, I could make it up to you by buying you a new cup of coffee. If you wanted, I mean. You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything.” Bucky clarified, hand stuffed in his pocket, waiting for your answer. For a few seconds, you simply stood there, unsure of what to say because surely this wasn’t happening? The last time that you had gone out with a guy was.. well, shit, you didn’t even remember the last time. The little voice in the back of your head, that anxious, paranoid little voice, was telling you not to go off with a stranger. You’d watched too many episodes of Criminal Minds and other true crime shows and documentaries to know that situations like this never turned out well. However, you didn’t get a bad feeling from this particular man. He seemed just as awkward and slightly frazzled as you felt. So you agreed.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

That had happened about two months ago. Ever since then, you and Bucky had formed a strong friendship. Your first time getting coffee with him had been awkward, as were the next few times that you had seen one another. But things got easier. Becoming friends was easy. You kind of fell into this routine, almost as if you two had known each other your whole lives. That was why Bucky telling you who he really was had been terrifying for him. He carried around guilt and shame and just contempt for everything he’d done. Everything The Winter Soldier represented, and when he told you, he figured that you would think the same. He had asked you meet him at the diner that had now become your spot and and you remember how he nervously wrung his gloved hands together. You remember when you asked him what was wrong and he didn’t verbally respond but he took off his gloves; the right one first and then the left, revealing a shiny black metal hand, golden lines intricately placed.

He told you then. Maybe he didn’t tell you everything but he told you who he was and he had braced himself for you to get up and storm out. Or, to yell at him and tell him how much of a monster he was. But, it never came. Instead, you reached out and placed your hand on top his. Not his real hand, but the metal one. You didn’t say anything. You just gave him that smile that was quickly becoming his favorite. Sometimes, silence spoke a thousand words. To Bucky, you had become kind of a respite for him. Even in the late nights or mornings when he woke up after a nightmare. Or after a particularly hard session with Dr. Raynor. He had closed himself off from other people except you.

Bucky might not have known it, but he gave you the same level of comfort as you gave him. You found yourself craving his presence. Every time you were around him, you couldn’t help but to smile or laugh. In the time that you spent together, your mind was clear and free from all your worries. It all evaporated into thin air. Your mind, usually so active with all sorts of thoughts and worries, could finally rest when you were with Bucky. You could sleep. You could get up in the morning without that stress and anxiety drowning you. It was okay. It was great.

Until it wasn’t.

“No problem, doll.” He said, gloved hands clasped under the table on his lap. “I already ordered. Got your usual. Hope that was alright.” He added, to which you nodded absentmindedly.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. Thanks Buck.” You said, mustering up a half hearted smile that didn’t reach your eyes. It was like even smiling drained the energy from you. You were exhausted. Not even just physically but mentally and emotionally. You had been having such good days for a while now, since meeting Bucky. You felt like maybe you would finally be alright but.. this feeling of hopelessness, the feeling that nothing was quite right, it was heavy. It weighed you down. It suffocated you. You wanted to be alone, but you also couldn’t stand to be alone because when you were alone, you were just stuck in your head and being in your head was the absolute worst place to be.

The intrusive thoughts had started. They told you that you would do nothing but weigh Bucky down. That he didn’t need someone like you in his life, someone with clear problems of their own, when he was going to therapy trying to better himself. Even if it had been mandatory for him to go. You wanted to push him away, save him from yourself, but you also couldn’t stand the thought of losing him.

Bucky noticed the shift in you. Normally when you two met up, whether it was at the diner or anywhere else, you would usually talk his ear off. Not that he minded, he was content to just sit back and listen to you. Sometimes, you’d tell him about a new book that you had started reading. You had just started reading the fifth Harry Potter book and you were trying to get him to read them. You’d tell him about your day. You’d ask him how his day went, how it went with Dr. Raynor, though you never pushed for more information. You always let him share if he was comfortable with it and he appreciated that. Sometimes you teased him for being such an old man.

The food came soon after you had arrived and sure enough, Bucky had ordered your usual. It sent a pang through your heart when you realized that he had memorized your order, down to the extra syrup and whipped cream on the pancakes. Bucky always liked to make fun of you for ordering the same thing when you came to the diner. No matter what time it was, you always ordered the pancakes with extra syrup and extra whip cream, with the strawberries on the side. Secretly, though he found it adorable.

Today, you had barely even taken more than a few bites and that was what really let Bucky know that something wasn’t right. You kept your head down, eyes on the pancakes and you cut them up, bringing a few up to your mouth and chewing slowly, but you mostly just moved them around your plate with the fork in your hand. Bucky himself had barely taken only a few bites of the food he’d ordered for himself, but it wasn’t for lack of appetite, it was because of the growing concern. His bright blue eyes were now a stormy grey, kind of like the clouds that you see during a heavy storm. His brows were furrowed, giving him an appearance almost as if he were angry.

“You alright, Y/N? You’ve barely eaten your food and normally you finish before I do.” He attempted to joke, to bring about that smile that seemed to always fill him with warmth. He half expected you to look up at him with that cheeky little smile, a mischievous look in your eyes and say “You know, I would be offended by that, but I know why you eat so slow, Buck. I completely understand. You don’t want your dentures to fall out.” But it never came.

You don’t know what it was. Bucky asking you if you were alright or if it was simply all the pressure of just.. everything, finally breaking, but you could feel the hot tears in your eyes. They blurred your vision until you couldn’t really see the plate of the pancakes in focus. The dam had finally come apart and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You set the fork down and buried your face in your hands, your shoulders lightly shaking as you began to cry. All Bucky could do was stare for a few seconds, alarm written all over his face. Alarm and distress because he had no idea what just happened and if he had done something to upset you.

“Woah woah, hey. Sweetheart, hey. What’s wrong?” In seconds, Bucky was out of his side of the booth and scooting in beside you. You felt the comfort of his warmth, you felt his arm tentatively, almost hesitantly, slide around your shoulders and anchor you to him. You shook your head, attempting to calm down, to stop the tears but the more you tried, the more they seemed to come.

“I-I’m sorry, Bucky.. I.. I’m sorry.. I-I’m fine. Really.” You said, sniffling. It was apparent to you both that you were not alright and he really just wanted to get to the bottom of it. Or at least attempt to comfort you. But doing that in the middle of a diner with other people around wasn’t ideal.

“Hey, my apartment is only a short walk away. Come on, let’s get you out of here and somewhere more quiet.” You didn’t protest. You just nodded and slid out of the booth after he did. Bucky took out his wallet and placed a few bills on the table, paying for the uneaten food, and then quickly led you out of the establishment. He kept his hand on you, almost like an anchor. Whether it was to reassure you or himself, he didn’t know and you didn’t mind either. It was probably the only thing that kept you from retreating inside of your mind and giving in to the panic that so desperately wanted out.

You didn’t even realize that you had reached his apartment until he had led you up the stairs and you were standing behind him as he unlocked the door. He allowed you to step in first and then quickly followed behind you, shutting the door as he did so. You didn’t really get the chance to take in his apartment because he had ushered you to sit on his couch while he knelt in front of you.

“Alright, you’re scarin’ me here, doll. What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” The sheer look of concern and slight panic in his face and those pretty eyes of his made the waterworks come back again. You shook your head, your face scrunched up in anguish. Hot bullet tears fell from your eyes and left a wet path in their wake down your cheeks. Bucky wasn’t one to pry; he hated it when people tried to pry into his life and he didn’t do it to you, but he couldn’t stand the sight of seeing you cry. He couldn’t stand the sight of your once bright eyes and cheery smile just.. gone. You eyes were sad and your lips were pulled into a frown. “Talk to me, baby.” He practically pleaded.

“I just.. I don’t.. I don’t know how to explain it, Buck.” You cried. “I-I.. I just feel like..” You let out a frustrated cry when you couldn’t find the right words but Bucky was patient. He reached a hand up, cupping your cheek and wiping away the tears that kept falling. “I don’t feel.. happy. Everyday I wake up and I just, I feel fine for like a few seconds and then everything just comes crashing down on me. I can’t ever stop thinking. I can’t sleep at night. I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling like this, Bucky. And I feel fucking crazy. Sometimes I feel like you don’t even really like me. I feel.. hopeless, like nothing is ever going to be okay. I might feel okay for a few seconds but then it just goes away.” You explained, though you were sure that you probably sounded like a raving and ranting lunatic. “Before I met you, I liked being alone but I also hated it because when I was alone, I would just overthink and overthink and overthink about every fucking thing. If it wasn’t one thing it was another just giving me such bad anxiety and.. I don’t know what to do anymore, Bucky. I’m just tired of feeling like this. Feeling like nothing is ever going to be okay, like I’m never going to be okay. I just feel.. alone.”

His heart was well and truly broken. In the two months that he’d known you, he hadn’t known how badly you had struggled with your mental health. He hadn’t known the war that you fought within your mind, and how bad it had become. You were such saving grace for Bucky; you saved him from the wars inside of his mind. The constant feeling of guilt that he fought with on a daily basis, and now.. he just wanted to do the same for you. He wanted to shoulder some of the pain that you carried, the pain that seemed to be weighing you down. Both of his hands now cupped your cheeks so delicately, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him. His blue eyes were shining, looking at you with not pity, but something like.. understanding. If anyone knew what you were feeling, it was Bucky.

“You’re not alone.” His smooth and rich voice was so soft, so gentle that it brought on a new set of tears. “You’re not alone, sweetheart. Not anymore. You know why? Cause you got me.” He said. “I know what it’s like to feel hopeless. To feel stuck in your head. To feel like nothing is ever gonna get better. I felt like that in Wakanda. Sometimes.. sometimes, we need help. And I know I’m not one to be talking considering that I don’t really like talking to my therapist or even going,” That roused the smallest of smiles from you. “I’m here. You know that, right? I’m here. You got me and I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I don’t care if you have a million bad days. I don’t care if you feel like you’re bothering me. I’ll be there every time.” You two have gradually gravitated close to one another until your foreheads were pressed together. Bucky was still knelt in front of you on the couch, his hands still holding your cheeks. Your eyes were closed and you could feel his warm breath fanning your face. The tears had stopped falling but you were still sniffling softly. “You’ve helped me. Even if you don’t know it. You’ve helped me.” He was whispering. There was no one but you two in his apartment but he was still whispering the words meant for only you to hear. “Now, let me help you. Please.”

“Okay. I trust you, Bucky.”

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Touch Starved [Frankie Morales x Reader]

Summary: You and your best friend Frankie Morales have had silent feelings for each other since the day you met. No one could’ve ever guessed the strange circumstance which occurred one fateful night, and how the proceeding events would be the push you needed to take your friendship to the next level.

Word count: 6k (what the heck this is the longest piece i’ve ever written BY FAR)

Rating: 18+ only.

Warnings: SMUT, thigh riding, oral (m and f receiving), alcohol consumption/intoxication, food/drink mention, lot of pining over each other and just some general fluff

Author’s Note: This is my first ever Frankie fic anddddd my first ever smut lol. Please be kind I hope you enjoy. PS if you want a part two let me know! xx

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Your eyes were heavy and you shuffled into the cushion, adjusting your position on the couch until you felt more comfortable. You grazed your fingers against the pages of your book, but found yourself re-reading the same sentence over and over again in attempt to keep yourself awake. Even your two scented candles were close to burning out, and you figured it was time for bed.

Gently dropping the book on the floor, you closed your eyes and felt yourself drift off into a dreamy sleep when a loud bang on your door woke you up with a jolt. Your heart was pounding as you bolted upright, clutching the thin wooled blanket that was lazily draped around your body in fear. Within seconds, you heard another bang on the door. Rubbing your eyes, you flicked on your phone and checked the time. 11-48pm. Almost midnight. You groaned, standing up and padding to the front door of your apartment. Who could possibly want to see you at this hour? You wondered. Not even bothering to check through the peephole, you let out an elongated groan.

“Who is it?” You called out and rubbed your tired eyes. You ran your fingers through your hair in hope that you would look somewhat presentable for when you greeted your uninvited visitor.

Without hesitation you heard him. A voice you were so familiar with. “It’s Frankie, man! You gotta let me in!” you noted that his voice sounded urged and your stomach filled with concern. Was he alright? Why was he at your apartment at 11-48pm? A million thoughts raced through your mind in just the second it took you to open the door. The thought of Frankie being here made you nervous, but excited. In a fluster, you stumbled with the door lock before finally managing to get it open.

There he was. His dark brown waves were tucked into one of his infamous baseball caps and he was wearing a dark green flannel and a washed out pair of denim jeans. You tried to search for answers in his face, but he truly seemed fine, other than the slight panic in his voice. He slid past you, allowing himself into your apartment and began pacing around.

“Would you like a drink?” You asked, almost rhetorically. Frankie didn’t answer, nor did he need to. You were already clicking open the bottle of ice cold Bud and handing it over to him. He took a big sip out of the alcoholic beverage, and you took the liberty of admiring him as he done so. He wasn’t watching you anyway, but instead focusing on downing the drink. That's what he needed. A drink to wash away his worries. How could he ever explain this to you?

You loved the way his chocolate brown eyes shone under the candlelight and the way his skin looked almost soft and golden. You waited patiently for him to finish drinking, never wanting to hurry him.

Frankie appreciated the atmosphere of your apartment too. He always had. It made a change from his current living situation. Frankie wasn’t picky as such, but living with his four best guy friends definitely had its downfalls. Whether that be Ben constantly hogging the living room television to play his Call of Duty video games, or Santiago bringing home a different lady every other night, making such noise that nobody but Will could sleep, or even Tom with his untidy behaviour and complete disregard for everyone else who lived with him. It wasn't great but what other choice did Frankie have? Other than you. You didn’t feel like a choice to him, you felt like a necessity. He needed you. You were his safe place, and your chic apartment felt more like home than his shabby downtown place.

“I gotta ask you a favour.” Frankie prompted eventually, sliding down into the cream faux-leather sofa and placing his bottle of beer on the coffee table. You took a seat in the chair opposite him and folded your arms, waiting for him to continue. “Actually, I don’t know. Never mind. Uhm… it’s a funny story to be honest. But, maybe it’s fine. It’s not fine. It’s just, well-”

“Spit it out Frankie!” You giggled jokingly, reaching over and nudging him slightly. He was immediately put at ease by just the simplest brush of your fingers, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with you. He found himself staring into the burning flame of your cinnamon scented candle. He felt mildly ashamed about how this whole situation had even surfaced in the first place.

“Me and Santi… we had a bet. A dare kinda thing.” Frankie explained, shuffling around with discomfort. He was definitely embarrassed that he had driven himself all the way to your apartment in the dead of night just to tell you this— or rather, ask you this. “The guys were teasing, you know how they are. About how- well, you know, I’ve never really been with a girl since…” Frankie paused.

“Marià.” You sighed, and Frankie nodded slowly. “Your ex wife…”

“Yeah. And I know it’s crazy but after the divorce and everything… I just haven’t really uh, had the opportunity. I mean I’ve had the opportunity it’s just- never felt right. I suppose. And you know, it’s not that I don’t want to start dating again. Or seeing women. Sleeping with wo-” Frankie was about to start rambling about his sex life (or lack there of) and you were not prepared to let your mind journey there. Not that you had never thought about it before… no. He was your best friend. And it would be wrong. Besides, Frankie had a tendency to over share but you were always there to help him get back on track, whereas others, namely the guys, would tease and mock him for it.

“Why are you here, Frankie?” You cut him off with as much delicacy as you could muster up. Your voice was soft, and Frankie noticed how gentle you had always been with him.

“Santi said he bet I couldn’t ask a girl out if I tried,” Frankie explained with a short sigh and you frowned. You knew Santiago well and you knew that he and Frankie were like brothers, but Frankie had been through a lot lately and Santiago never really had the best choice of words. You wondered if he had hurt Frankie, and instantly felt defensive over your friend.

“And then what happened?”

“I told Santi I could get a girl, and then, this afternoon, he asked me how I had come on. I lied, told him I asked out a pretty girl. He asked me about her and well, the girl I described… I guess… in my head I was just picturing you.” Frankie said, and finally glanced up at you, his pretty eyes shimmering in the dim light. You felt your heart rate increase at his revelation. “You know? It’s funny. This made up girl looks just like you.” He chuckled lightly. Your silence was deafening and his stomach filled with anxiety. “I don’t know why!” he assured but that was a lie. He knew why. He was your first thought at the start of the day you were his last thought at the end of the day. Every moment he got, he was thinking about you— pining over you.

“Oh,” you whispered, unable to process any more words. You weren’t sure what to make of it. You brushed away your feelings, thinking that you only came to Frankie’s mind because you saw him so much. You were the only girl he really hung out with.

“Of course Santi didn’t believe me. I’m a terrible liar. You know that. But I really don’t want the guys to catch me out on this! It’s so embarrassing.” Frankie was exasperated. You took to your feet and walked over to him, falling back on the sofa and resting your hand on Frankie’s forearm. To Frankie, your touch was like electricity.

“You do not need to be ashamed of something like this Frankie,” you assured him. Frankie took off his cap and ran his fingers through his brown locks.

“I know I know,” he sighed before looking back at you. “Santi wants to meet this fake girl. He’s been seeing Yovanna again and he’s organised a double date kind of thing. For him, Yo, myself and well… I'm hoping, you.”

You blinked hard. “Wait,” you paused. “You want to go on a date with me?”

This had to be dream. Had you just fallen asleep on the sofa? You pinched yourself and checked the wall clock above the television. Only a few minutes had ticked by. Definitely not a dream.

“Fake date.” Frankie corrected and you felt your heart sink slightly.

Or maybe it was a nightmare.

You shuffled around, not knowing how to feel. “Uhm, Frankie… I’m not sure…” you hesitated. All you had wanted for so long was to go on a date with Frankie. A real date. You had been dreaming about the day he would ask you out since you first met him, but this wasn’t what you had pictured at all.

“Please,” Frankie begged, clasping his hands together in a pleaing manner. “Just pretend to be my date.”

And how could you ever say no to Frankie Morales’ puppy dog eyes?

The night of the date, you and Frankie had agreed to meet at the restaurant. You hadn’t really discussed anything prior, but this date, albeit fake, was all you could think about. Every chance you had, you were thinking about Frankie. You wondered how it would be, pretending to be his date. And equally, Frankie was thinking the same.

He struggled to catch any sleep, and instead would lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. He wondered how to fake a date. He didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable and he simply hadn’t dated anyone in so long. He was so sure that he would embarrass himself, and that you’d never want to talk to him again.

Frankie, Santiago and Yovanna were already sitting around the restaurant table before you arrived. It was a quaint little Italian place on the coast and it had the most beautiful evening view. The sky was darkening and there wasn't a cloud in sight, but instead, pearly white stars pierced the velveteen abyss above and it looked like something straight out of a romance movie. The environment was perfect. The place was slightly out of the usual burger joint budget for Frankie and Santiago, but Yovanna insisted on the high-end restaurant, and even Frankie had to admit it would be nice to eat some good quality food for a change.

You weren’t late, but rather Frankie, Santiago and Yovanna were early. Frankie had already downed three bottles of beer before you arrived, trying to wash away his nerves. By the time you came, he was already slightly intoxicated. His ease was all that mattered and besides, Frankie was a happy drunk.

When Frankie saw you enter the restaurant, it was like his whole world stopped. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight he was looking at you in a whole different light. You weren’t in your usual sweats and hoodie, and truthfully he had never seen you like this before. Your little black dress hugged your body in all the right places, and your matching heels clicked against the marble floor as you padded over to the table. You felt a blush creep upon your cheeks when you caught Santi gawking.

“Whoa, you clean up well!” Santiago complimented, looking you up and down, grinning ecstatically.

Frankie tried to keep his cool, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He took in your bare legs and how fine they looked in your dress, and he admired the way you had styled your hair. It was out of your face, and he appreciated that, because now he could infatuate himself over your features. You wore minimal makeup, but your eyeshadow accentuated your eye colour and your choice of lip gloss plumped your lips slightly. Frankie’s eyes went from being drawn to your legs, to now your lips, and he cursed himself for the thoughts he was thinking. Fake date. He reminded himself; but he couldn't help but question— what if it was real? If he could, he’d take you in his arms right then and there and kiss you.

You took your seat next to Yovanna and opposite Frankie, trying to remain as nonchalant as possible, but as you felt Frankie’s eyes burn into you, electricity sparked in your in your lower stomach. A certain kind of excitement. You pushed it away the best you could, focusing on reading the menu in front of you and deciding on the food you would order. Frankie pushed over a vibrant purple drink in a cocktail glass. “I got you your favourite,” Frankie smiled, and you felt your heart flutter. “I hope you don’t mind.”

You smiled and took a sip, but scrunched up your nose when the strong taste of vodka hit. “Um, sweetie,” You thought that tonight you would have to force out the pet names but it came so naturally. “How many shots are in here?”

“It’s a treble.” Frankie bit his lip, watching you with intent as you took another sip. His heart blossomed at the little name you called him.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?!” you gasped playfully and Frankie offered you another warm smile. “I don’t mind. Actually, I need it. Had a bad day at work.” you explained.

“It was Santi’s idea.” he admitted and Santiago innocently raised his hands in response. Frankie reached over the table, taking your hands in his and brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his touch. “Bad day?” he furrowed his eyebrows together, concern peaking in his gentle voice.

“Talk about it later.” you promised. Frankie brought your hands to his lips and kissed them softly. You had to stop yourself from swooning on the spot. Your heart began to pick up speed again and at this point, you were finding it difficult to remember that this was all fake.

As the four of you ate your food, you and Frankie were flirting all night; playing footsie under the table and exchanging dirty jokes. At one point, you accidentally ran your heel up his leg and he let out an accidental groan, fillet mignon almost spilling out his mouth. You hurled with laughter and his cheeks rosied up in embarrassment. Both you and Frankie were enjoying yourself way more than you had ever even considered.

“Wait,” you spluttered out in a fluster of giggles. You were still laughing at one of Frankie’s jokes. “Yovanna and Santi have gone home.” You noticed, pointing your finger at the empty seats next to yourself and Frankie.

“Oh yeah,” Frankie replied. “And we didn’t even notice.” He burst into laughter again and you followed, the alcohol really letting you both lose your inhibitions. “That bastard left me with his and Yovanna’s bill too.” Frankie shook his head in disbelief.

“Let me help you pay,” you unzipped your purse but Frankie put his hand out and stopped you.

“Don’t worry baby, this is on me.” Frankie promised and offered you a cheeky wink.

Santiago and Yovanna were gone. They had no one to prove their fake date to— and yet, exchanging flirtatious comments were simply too fun to stop.

“Okay,” you laughed, taking a gulp of red wine. You were sure the warm liquid must have stained your lips crimson with how much you had drunk, but you weren’t too concerned. “But next time, I’m paying.”

“There’s going to be a next time?" Frankie asked you hopefully.

“Isn’t there?” you returned a smile. “This was the best fake date I’ve ever been on.” You and Frankie let out a boisterous laugh, even catching the attention of other couples who were sitting around you trying to enjoy their romantic candlelit dinners.

“Touché,” he agreed, taking out his wallet and signing a check before clipping it to the bill and standing up. He took your hand, pulling you forward but you stumbled to your feet, falling into his chest. He was so broad and his arms were so big. Your feelings for him picked up a notch and you were unsure how long you could keep up the charade of pretending you saw him as just a friend.

You thought about how strong he was, barely flinching when you fell into him, and honestly, it turned you on. He slung his hands around your waist, slowly pushing you off his, but even when you weren’t resting on him anymore, he kept his big hands around you as you left the restaurant and walked through the parking lot to Frankie’s truck. You were grateful because without him guiding you and steadying you, you’d probably struggle to even reach the truck.

The close proximity between you and him made Frankie overwhelmed, his palms getting clammy and his cock hardening from your scent alone. Everything felt so intense. The cool night air took his breath away and he loved the way he could feel the shape of your body through your dress. He craved more.

He hoped that in the darkness of the night, you hadn’t noticed his throbbing length under his jeans. He slid into the driver seat of the car and you sat next to him, strapping yourself in. Frankie turned the key and as you set off, you both sat there in silence. Silence around Frankie was never uncomfortable, but this wasn’t a situation you were used to. It was a big difference to the environment in the bustling restaurant, but now it was just you two, alone, in his car— and you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

“Come home with me.” You said eventually, not moving an inch and still looking at the road ahead. You managed to find the confidence, but you weren’t yet able to bring yourself to look him in the eye. He was your best friend. And you realised that what you were asking of him was a lot.

Frankie wasn’t put off, in fact, he felt his cock twitch at your words and he had to suppress a moan from escaping his lips. Did you really want him to take you home? As if on cue, you continued your proposal.

“Stay the night.” This verified Frankie’s thoughts and you hoped he had got the hint. You looked up into the rear view mirror and watched Frankie as he concentrated on driving, his body completely tensed up. He didn’t say a word, but when he detoured, you knew he was taking you back to your apartment. You wanted to calm him. Relax him. Soothe him. You let your fingers grace his jean clad leg, accidentally brushing over his erection. Frankie cursed under his breath. “S-sorry.” you mumbled, feeling your face flush. He was already hard. You crossed your legs tight together, trying to ignore the way your cunt was already dripping for him.

“No,” Frankie said. “Was good. Felt good.” his grip on the steering wheel tightened as you contemplated his words. He liked it. You moved your hand over his crotch again and began to palm him as he drove. He felt so constricted in his jeans and he couldn’t wait to get them off. It wasn’t long before his vision began to feel hazy under your touch but luckily he soon pulled up in front of your apartment. You removed your hand from his leg and let yourself out of the truck, feeling dazed also, and hurried inside. Frankie followed, loosing his belt as he stepped foot into the building. He was throbbing and in such desperate need of relief.

You pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come. By the time Frankie caught up with you, it was here, and the pair of you stepped inside. As the doors began to close on you, Frankie crashed his lips onto yours, pushing his body against you. This time it was his turn to touch you. His rough manner made you gasp but you needed to feel his body against yours. You let his hands explore you, his fingers rolling over the curves of your breasts and the dips in your waist. Within seconds, the elevator door opened with a ping and you had reached the floor of your apartment. Hungrily, you grabbed Frankie by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to your front door, unlocking it with haste. Once you were inside, you turned to shut the door behind you when Frankie pinned you against it. His hands were on your wrists and your arms were spread out over the wood. He pressed a kiss into your jaw. “You want this?” his voice was rough and barely above a whisper, and his manner made your knees weak. He was so close to you, you could smell the beer mixed with his fragrance.

You didn’t dare move, but instead mewled out a tiny “yes”. Frankie smirked and turned you around so he could look at you in the eyes. He still had a hold of you, his grip was as tight as vice and his eyes were no longer the usual shade of honeyed brown but instead were much darker and lustful with a predatory glint. He kissed you again, hard, and his tongue swiped along your lower lip, begging for entry which you quickly granted. It was easy to get lost in the kiss; he was so good and so passionate. He worked his hands all over your body, pulling the occasional moan from your lips. Hearing the noises you made felt like music to his ears. You felt his hardened manhood press against the inside of your thigh and you shuddered, breaking the kiss to regain your breath. “Bedroom.” you mumbled out. You took Frankie’s hand and dragged him through the living room and into your small bedroom. He sat himself down on the edge of your bed and began to kick off his shoes when you took him by surprise and straddled him, wrapping your legs around him and initiating another heated kiss.

You needed some kind of release and on impulse, you began to grind yourself over Frankie’s denim clad leg. Your heart was racing as you rubbed yourself over the material, a fire burning deep in your stomach at the friction between the jeans and the thin silk panties you were sporting. Frankie placed a soft kiss to your lips, along your jaw, and down your neck as you began to get yourself off on him. He bit down gently, leaving his mark, wanting to claim you as his own. “Mine.” His voice was dark and you grabbed his shoulders, grinding on his leg harder.

“Yours.” You shakily exhaled, trying to keep your composure. You shuffled forward, further onto him and started rubbing yourself over his erection, pulling a groan from his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile knowing that this was your doing. You kept at it, enjoying the control, and watched Frankie’s eyes close from the sensation as you grinded over him.

“Yeah baby that’s it,” he praised. “Take what you need.”

Those four words threw you over the edge. You reached up, letting your fingers tangle in Frankie’s chocolate coloured locks of hair, tugging at them as you rode out your high. He opened his eyes, watching you as you dropped your head back, seeing stars. You were truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Feeling satisfied, you scrambled off him, your legs shaky and he grabbed the hem of your dress. He began to pull it off you as eagerly as he could. Frankie noticed the damp patch on his leg from your wetness and muttered another curse. You were so wet and it was all for him. He looked up at you, watching you kick your dress to one side and felt his jaw tick. He was mesmerised by your body. In only your panties, you straddled him once more, and Frankie let his hands roam over your breasts, giving them the occasional squeeze.

“My turn.” you told him, pulling his shirt over his head and pushing him into the blankets of your bed. He let out a soft groan as his head hit your pillow and you shuffled backwards a little. You unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them before pulling them down to his ankles. Frankie kicked them off and they pooled into a pile amongst his shirt and your dress at the bottom of the bed. A little gasp escaped your lips when you eyed up his hardened length under the thin cloth of his boxer shorts, a small patch of wetness already visible. You dipped your hands into his underwear and pulled him out, licking your lips at the sight of his precum beading at the tip.

You let your fingers wander his length, teasingly, making sure you were as soft as possible. Then, you pulled away and spat into your hand. You wrapped your hand around his cock and began pumping at it. “Ngh, s-so good,” Frankie grunted, closing his eyes as you worked at him. “Haven’t-haven’t been touched in so long.”

“Relax,” you soothed. “Let me take care of you.”

Frankie bucked his hips further into your hand and you kept going. His eyes fluttered shut and his mind was in a solid state of euphoria. This was better than he had ever imagined and he knew he wouldn’t last long. You stroked him up and down and watched him as he came undone beneath you.

“Wanted this for so long,” he admits mindlessly. “Imagined this, so many nights… imagined your pretty lips around my-”

You cut Frankie off by taking his length in your mouth and pushing as deep as you could, opening your throat up to him and gagging slightly from his length. However, it didn’t take long to become comfortable with the way his cock filled you. He let out a gasp, his back arching and his fists grabbing the bed sheets. You bobbed your head up and down and he took a fistful of your hair, only encouraging you further.

He raised his head and watched you take him. Your hand still wet, you begin to pump the remaining length of him that you couldn’t fit into your mouth and he shudders in ecstasy. With your free hand, you cradle his balls, rubbing circles with your thumb and you can feel him almost lose it completely.

“Won’t last,” he warns you. “Please, wanna be inside you. Wanna feel your pussy.” he practically begs and as soon as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, you pull off him, leaving a trail of your saliva between your tongue and his length.

You admired Frankie’s naked body spread out in your bed, a thin sheen of sweat glazing over his chest. It was a sight you had only dreamed about. He sat up and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down so now he was on top. He positioned himself in between your legs and gently spread them apart, eyeing up the dark patch in the crotch of your panties from where you had previously orgasmed on his leg. He let his finger glide over the material, rubbing against the bud of your clit and you whimpered in desperation. “So wet for me.” he drew out. “Can I taste?” he asked, looked up at you with his big brown eyes. You wanted to smack that innocent look he had playing on his face.

“Frankieee.” you cried out. You would never, ever deny oral from Frankie but right now you craved something else. “Need you inside me. Please.”

Frankie pulled your panties down your legs and threw them to the floor. “Oh baby,” he moaned, running his fingers through your slick wet folds. “I’m just warming up.” his voice was like honey and he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking intently. You threw your head back at the sensation and felt his mustache and stubble tickle you as he worked your core.

This was better than anything Frankie had ever dreamed about. He needed to taste every drop of your arousal. He had wanted this for so long, and now it was finally happening. He wanted to savour every moment like it was his last. After all, you two were the best of friends and he didn’t know where exactly you’d stand about all of this tomorrow. If you’d even want to see him again. You were both risking a lot but somehow, it felt worthwhile.

Frankie found it difficult to remain composed as he devoured you and felt your body shake as you neared your climax. He grabbed your thighs, steadying you as you let out a wail. “Please Frankie.” you cried out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Need you inside of me.” You reminded, tugging on his hair even harder. He took his finger and grazed your entrance while still working his tongue against you. “Stop teasing.”

For once, Frankie listened to you and pulled his lips away from you. He thought he could cum just from eating you out and he didn’t want that to happen. This could be his only chance. You groaned in frustration at the break of contact. You were so close and he had edged you completely before pulling away. You had asked for it. He was such a tease. Frankie hovered himself over you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You felt his cock nudge against your core and you dug your fingernails into his back. You needed him now.

“Do you have a condom?” Frankie whispered into your ear. He hadn’t brought any to the fake date because truthfully, he didn’t expect the night would be ending like this.

“I’m safe.” you promised him and he smiled, kissing your lips. You laced your fingers into his hair as he steadied himself on the bed.

“Are you ready?” Frankie questioned, nudging his cock over your entrance again causing you to let out a wail.

“Please Frankie. I’m ready.”

The second those two words left your lips, Frankie thrusted deep inside you. You gasped as he slowly adjusted himself inside of you and, still experiencing your high from when he ate you out, you knew you wouldn't ask long. He felt your walls tighten around him and he knew it too.

“I’m gonna cum.” you warned him, tugging on his curls at the nape of his neck and pulling his head down into your collarbones. He pinched at your skin with his teeth and increased his speed.

“Cum for me.” He instructed, his voice dark. With a few more sloppy thrusts, you came undone beneath him, dragging your nails down his back. He didn’t stop and continued to thrust into you as you climaxed causing small screams to emit from your lips. Frankie loved the little noises you made.

“Shit,” he whispered, his coarse hands finding and massaging your breasts. “Your cunt gets so tight when you cum.”

“Frankieeee, keep doing that and I’ll cum again.” you said softly and you felt Frankie’s lips twist into a wicked smirk as he pushed himself deeper inside of you.

“Ngh you feel so good,” Frankie grunted, pearls of sweat beading at his hairline. “Can you cum for me again? Can you give me another one?”

“Yes Frankie,” you obeyed, cupping your hands around his face and forcing him to look you in the eyes while he fucked you. His coarse facial hair grazed your hands but nothing felt as good as his length filling you up, hitting you in just the right spot with each thrust.

“I want you to cum with me,” Frankie gasped, groaning loudly as he felt his cock twitch inside you. He was close, and you could feel it too. “Same time.” he instructed. He was so used to giving orders, that it turned you on even more. “Can you do that for me?” his voice was urged and he kept his pace consistent.

You managed to give him a small nod and closed your eyes feeling nothing but pure bliss and ecstasy. “I’m close!” you managed to cry out.

“Me too, n-not long baby,” Frankie promised you. “Say my name.”

“Fuck Frankie, you fuck me so good. Your cock fills me up so well. Feels so good,” you moaned, your legs tightening around his waist.

“That’s it.” Frankie groaned.

“Cum inside me Frankie,” you gasped. “Pl-please. Need to feel your warm cum inside of me.”

“Gonna count down baby girl,” Frankie said, straightening up and pushing more hard thrusts inside of you. He admired your tangled body between him and brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing at it while he finished fucking you. “Are you ready?”

“Frankieeee.” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut.

“3, 2,” Frankie pushed one final deep thrust into you. “1.” You and Frankie both came together, your wet cunt squeezing his cock like a vice and his thick ropes of cum spilling inside of you.

Frankie rolled off you and lay next to you. You curled yourself into his damp chest and he slung his arm around you. You felt safe. Protected. You knew that Frankie would never let anyone or anything hurt you but now it felt different. He was your safety, and you were his home. For a few minutes, you both laid there in silence trying to regain your breath and settle down.

“That was-” Frankie started but you cut him off.

“So good.” you smiled and he grinned back in agreement.

“The best.” He replied and gave you a little squeeze of reassurance.

“Hey Frankie?” You asked and he hummed in acknowledgement. “If that was a fake date… what the hell do you do on a fake date?” You raised an eyebrow and giggled when you saw Frankie’s cheeks rosy up.

“Wanna find out?” He beckoned and your grin couldn’t have grown any wider. You were finally going to get your chance to have a real date with Frankie.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales smut #smut #catfish morales #triple frontier #x reader

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one-more-offbeat-anthem · 4 years ago

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merry christmas to all who celebrate! this is a lil fluffy-as-all-get-out christmas one-shot I wrote for the @destielsecretsanta2020 -- my giftee was the lovely @justonecitizenoftheearth!!! I hope this fic brings you joy, and a merry merry christmas and happy holidays in general to you :)

a love that’s meant for me (yes this title is from the kelly clarkson song “under the tree,” leave me alone about it)

It all started because of a dog.

To be more accurate, it started because of a dog and a former angel of the lord and a three-year-old who was also God, but when Dean had tried to blame Cas and Jack, he’d gotten a couple of dirty looks. Miracle, however, was a dog, unable to give effective dirty looks--and she couldn’t kick Dean out of his own bed like Cas could.

Dean and Cas had gone on the weekly grocery run, and had decided to go to Walmart just to get some last-minute Christmas presents. Dean hadn’t expected Walmart to be a religious experience for Cas, but he supposed that when your ass had just been yanked out of the Empty, everything was awesome.

Cas had gotten it into his head that they all needed matching sweaters, and then he had seen that dog sweaters were a thing, and Dean was sorta-kinda powerless to tell Cas no (no, Sam, he wasn’t whipped), so they’d left the store with red snowflake patterned sweaters for everyone, even Miracle.

(Then Cas got into the idea of properly celebrating Christmas--the only thing they weren’t doing was going to church.)

So now Dean was in the war room, looking up at a massive Christmas tree that they had just dragged inside, off the back of Cas’s truck.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again,” Dean said, turning from the tree to the tangled pile of tinsel on the table.

“Because you love me,” Cas replied, with complete ease and confidence. He was sitting on the floor next to the tree, detangling lights. Jack was on the other side of the war room with some boxes of ornaments.

“Don’t get used to it.”

Cas beamed at Dean. “I never will.”

It hit Dean sort of like a truck, because he got it. He was never going to be used to Cas loving him, either. It felt like the best night out, a smooth ride in a classic car, the nicest aged whiskey, a bacon cheeseburger...but also, it felt small and simple and happy. Cas was in snowman-patterned pajamas, and his hair was salt-n-pepper because he was human now and aging, and his blue eyes were warm with mirth and--

“Dean?” Jack asked.

“What, kiddo?”

“Angel or star for the top of the tree?”

“Oh, definitely the angel,” Dean said, and Cas grinned again.

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“We have to have pie,” Dean said, “It’s Christmas.”

“Dean,” Sam said, “You always think we should have pie.”

“And?” Dean turned back to the cookbook he was looking at. They were all in the kitchen now, with Cas and Jack making hot chocolate while Sam humored Dean. “Apple and pumpkin are a must.”

“Cherry?” Cas offered, smiling at Dean.

“Key lime!” Jack said, adding at least half a bag of marshmallows to his hot chocolate.

“Wrong time of year, kiddo,” Dean said, “Maybe for the Fourth of July.”

“Pecan?” Sam said.

“Sounds good to me.”

“You just want an excuse to make four pies.”

“No, Sam, I want an excuse to eat four pies.”

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Despite the Christmas cheer that permeated the bunker, Dean still felt a little bit off-center. It had been a hard year--hell, it had been a hard forty or so years before now, when they were finally getting peace. He had Cas, and Sam had Eileen, and all together they had family--Jack and Miracle, and then Jody and Donna with the rest of the girls, too, people who were coming over for New Year’s.

But Dean was uneven. He secretly wondered when all of this would be taken from him, when he would wake up and find that the warm body next to him wasn’t Cas but just his imagination.

So far, it hadn’t happened. So far, Cas was still a solid weight, arms wrapped around him. Cas was both terrible and wonderful to share a bed with--he was gloriously warm, almost like a heater, and loved to cuddle, but he also hogged blankets and moved around a lot. Dean woke up every morning with their floor covered in pillows.

Christmas Eve was no exception. Dean awoke to Cas shifting, pillowing his head on Dean’s chest. Cas’s arms wrapped around Dean, and he sighed contentedly in his sleep, fully relaxing his weight onto Dean.

“Cas, wake up.” Dean used his free hand, the one not currently smothered by the weight of a former angel, to shake Cas’s shoulder.

“Mmmph.”

“Cas.”

Cas shifted, looked up at Dean blearily. “What do you want, Dean?”

“Okay, grumpy. I just wanted you to stop cutting off my circulation.”

“It’s Christmas Eve. You have to be nice to me.” Cas did roll off of him, though.

“How do you figure that?”

“I used to be an angel. Christmas is Jesus’ birthday.” Cas grinned lazily at Dean, a shit-eating grin if Dean had ever seen one.

“Oh, fuck off.” But Dean took Cas’s hand, intertwining their fingers and drawing them up to kiss Cas’s knuckles. “What do you want to do today?”

“Pancakes.”

“Fine, but you have to help.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Cas snuggled close to him again. “You didn’t sleep well last night.”

“No shit. There was another person stealing all the blankets.”

Cas ignored the jibe. “You had a nightmare.”

“Stop psychoanalyzing me, Cas.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that, right?” Cas was propped up on an elbow now, staring at Dean, his gaze bright and warm.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean pulled him down to kiss him and tangle his fingers in Cas’s slowly greying hair, “Let’s go make those pancakes.”

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“These don’t look like angels at all,” Jack said, glancing at Dean.

“I know, kiddo. Not the point. They’re just supposed to be fun.”

Cas stopped moving his arms--he was still lying on the ground, making his snow angel--to say, “This is cold.” “Then get up.” Dean offered a hand to pull Cas up.

“Can we have hot chocolate when we get inside?” Jack asked hopefully.

“Actually, I was thinking warm apple cider today. Don’t ruin your sweet tooth before cookies later.” Dean beckoned Cas and Jack to follow him inside, where Eileen and Sam were hanging up tinsel in the library. They made a bee-line for the kitchen, though, in search of warm drinks.

“Didn’t realize you’d be the practical dad,” Cas whispered, his chin nearly on Dean’s shoulder as he heated up the cider on the stove.

“Really, I just wanted apple cider. And I don’t think Jack’s ever had any.” Dean turned his head slightly to press a kiss to Cas’s cheek.

“What a Samaritan.”

“I try.”

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The rest of Christmas Eve passed in the same lazy manner--making gingerbread, making a mess decorating gingerbread, drinking more cider, watching Christmas Vacation in the Dean Cave (starting with a quick debate about whether Jack was allowed to watch the infamous pool scene or not), and then, finally, going to sleep.

“You know the best thing about our kid being God?” Dean asked as he lay in bed, watching Cas put on his pajamas.

“What’s that?”

“We don’t have to do Santa.”

“Fair.” Cas let out a laugh, “Did you ever do Santa as a kid?”

“When Mom was alive.” Dean rolled to stare at the ceiling. “Besides that one time with that wood nymph--this is the first real Christmas I’ve had in...a long time.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Cas climbed into bed next to Dean as he spoke, “This is my very first Christmas.” His lips tickled Dean’s ear.

“You always make me feel better. Turn off the lamp, will you?”

Cas rolled over sideways and switched the lamp off before letting himself be pulled back into Dean’s arms. “Is it after midnight?” Cas asked.

“I think so, yeah. Why?”

“I wanted to make sure it was Christmas.” Cas’s hand found Dean’s cheek in the dark. “Can I give you your present now?”

“Uh…” Dean swallowed thickly. “Do you want the lights back on?”

“No, this is fine.” Cas took a pause and then started speaking again, faster this time, like he was nervous. “You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, I get it if you’d rather not do something like this, but--”

“Are you trying to ask me on a date, angel?”

“No, I’m asking you to marry me.”

Dean didn’t answer--not out loud, anyways. There weren’t any words adequate enough for the swelling feeling inside his chest, so instead he found Cas’s mouth in the dark, kissing him clumsily and off-center.

“Is that a yes?” Cas murmured against his lips.

“What else would I say?”

Cas huffed out a laugh. “For the record, I did get a ring. It’s just in the dresser and I didn’t feel like getting up again. I was...actually going to ask tomorrow morning.”

“Why the change of plan?” Dean’s thumbs were now tracing along Cas’s collarbones.

“I just...saw you lying there, talking about Jack, and I didn’t want to wait.”

“We did twelve years of waiting, I think it’s okay to speed things up now.”

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(Christmas set the standard for the ones to follow. Eileen had hung mistletoe over half the doorways in the bunker, which meant Sam was blushing crimson for most of the day. Jack loved being introduced to cinnamon rolls--especially the icing.

And Dean?

Dean loved being with his family.

And being engaged. Now that one really took Sam out.)

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #christmas #secret santa #offbeatwrites

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brutal-nemesis · 4 years ago

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Castys-balism

People seemed to enjoy the Castys content the other day, so here’s some more! I got the idea for this piece a while back but people’s nice feedback the other day inspired me to actually finish it (❁´◡`❁)

Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: Castys haha graphic cannibalism, mentions of suicide for convenience (immortal)

The food rations in the lifeboat had run out five days ago, and Castys could tell his crewmates were starting to get desperate. Luka was obsessively sharpening a spare piece of wood with his knife, hoping to use it to spear any fish that swam by. Vanja had started the involuntary voyage telling stories to keep everyone’s spirits up, but now she was silent. Rjukan was attempting to sleep more and more, trying to escape the gnawing pain in his stomach. Castys’s spirits weren’t quite quite as low since he wasn’t currently battling starvation, but this still wasn’t his ideal situation. But he’d been trying to think positive. Partially so he didn’t spiral into horrible despair or whatever, and partially so his crewmates would go insane a little more slowly.

“I’m sure we’ll get found eventually. Probably. We just gotta keep the hope and stuff. And we still have some water left and two flares! So, uh...don’t, um, be sad yet. Yeah.” Boy, he was terrible at this.

“Easy for you to say, immortal. You don’t have to starve like the rest of us,” Luka huffed.

“I mean yeah that’s fair. But like, you guys at least have an escape if we never get found. The only way I’m getting out of this is if I get found. Which could be in like 10 years. So there’s spooky in this for me too.”

“You’ll get back to your life eventually. We might not,” Rjukan said quietly.

“Yeah..yeah, that’s...uh, how ‘bout this? I’ll, uh, I’ll starve with you guys. It’s probably been kinda unfair watching yourselves waste away while I’m, uh,” Castys looked down at himself, still perfectly healthy even after being stranded for weeks. He’d been using his rock to kill himself every time his hunger became too painful, figuring there was no reason for him to suffer, too. Once again, he had failed to consider the Feelings of the Mortals. He really needed to work on that.

“There’s no need for that, Castys,” Vanja said, putting an arm around his shoulder. “We need one of us to keep up their strength. Especially since…” she trailed off, squinting at something on the horizon. “What’s that?” Castys turned to look in the direction she was pointing.

“Where-” Something hit Castys in the back of the head, and the world went dark.

Castys woke up with a headache, again. Being stranded was just the best, huh? He tried to reach up to rub his throbbing head, but the tragically familiar feeling of rope trapping his wrists behind his back stopped him.

“Guys. Is there, ah, any particular reason why I’m tied up?” Castys sat up and immediately decided that he did not like the way his crewmates were looking at him.

“Why,” Luka said, tilting Castys’s chin up with his knife, “it’s so none of us have to starve.”

“Huh?” Castys still didn’t quite get it, but once Luka placed the knife right below Castys’s kneecap and began to slice, he understood their depraved intentions perfectly. “O-oh my god. That’s-ah-come on Luka you’re-you’re better than this, aren’t you?” Luka paid his pleas no heed, continuing to saw the knife through Castys’s leg. He tried to squirm away, but the other pirates grabbed him, holding him down. “Guys, guys come on. You’re not really gonna do this. We’re friends aren’t we?”

“Oh, but this is what friends are for, Castys.” Vanja said, eyes wide. “Friends save each other’s lives. Friends help each other out. Friends share their food.”

“Yeah but I’m not like my own food you know? I-I mean I want you guys to survive and all but this...feels wrong. I mean-AAAAHHH!” Castys’s screams overtook his protests as Luka began slicing downward, shaving the flesh from his leg. Rjukan clamped a hand over his mouth, stifling his cries. There was pity in his eyes, but also hunger. Fucking hell, these people weren’t sane anymore. They were driven to do this by their hunger, they weren’t thinking clearly, and the fact that Castys was still a person, still their friend, wasn’t going to stop them. There wasn’t any hope in resisting.

Castys wished he couldn’t feel the knife sawing off his flesh, the blade dull and nicked from all that time spent carving wood. He wished he couldn’t feel the hands on him, the rough rope around his wrists and ankles, reminding him that his crewmates didn’t care about whether he was okay with this or not. He wished he couldn’t feel the sting of the saltwater spray on what was left of his leg. But most of all, he really, really wished he couldn’t hear the sounds of biting, chewing, sucking, swallowing, that was his fucking leg they were eating what the hell it probably doesn’t even taste good guys please just stop I can’t take this this has to be some sort of horrible nightmare and yeah I’ve done some horrible things but I don’t deserve this right why the hell is this happening to me they’re eating me please please just stop haven’t you eaten enough yet you’ve cut down to the bone no don’t start on my other leg please-

He wasn’t sure how long it went on or how much of him was left when they finally finished their forbidden meat party. Yeah, he could have just, like, looked down to see the damage, but that sounded like a terrible idea. He’d rather let the butchered state of his legs be a mystery then throw up in his mouth, since Rjukan had swapped his hand out for a ball of cloth at some point. He even had the audacity to tie a different strip of fabric around it so Castys couldn’t even spit it out and sing badly at them now that they were asleep. How dare his screams of pain make them feel bad for having his legs for dinner? He understood that they weren’t really in their right minds but the whole thing was very morally...sus.

Would he have let them...do this if they had actually asked? They were going to die eventually, but it’s not like he wanted them to suffer and die sooner. But watching people eat something that was part of you was...well it sure was new. And not the fun shiny kind of new like when you found food you’d never had before and it was good, it was the horrifying kind of new like oh boy that’s a new kind of pain right there and I thought people couldn’t get any more messed up but apparently they can. But was that what a good person should do, let their friends eat them? Being a good person hurts. Castys wasn’t into it. Not at all. But he probably should be.

So he lay and looked at the stars and felt guilty for not wanting to let his crewmates eat him and wished they would at least kill him instead of leaving him to lie there with half the flesh on his legs stripped away. He really hoped they’d get rescued soon, more for his sake than theirs.

After all, they weren’t going to starve anytime soon.

Castys tag @ohmywhump and cannibalism tag @hearse-song (I’m just guessing you want that because Cannibalism? lmk if you don’t lol)

#i wrote something #immortal whumpee #cannibalism #suicide for convenience #castys #wrote a chunk of this at a family gathering made the whole thing much more bearable #haha castys fell for the ol ''look over there'' what a doof #let's get existential about if you should let people eat you while you're still alive or not #me: yeah castys is my favorite #also me: aight what it he became an all-you-can-eat buffet #why do all the pirates have norse-vibe names? idk it just happened #i just really wanted some ''j makes y sounds'' hours ig #finally getting to play d&d again today~#i get to use my crab and new jersey dice!#they are two d6s that have a crab and NJ where the 1 should be #im a rogue so i need phat d6s #but yeah please enjoy this lovely whatever the hell this drabble is

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fantasy2739 · 4 years ago

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Angsty Douxie focused fic!

We all riding the angst train I see. There’s not really any comfort here so uh... enjoy:

Douxie had thought he was going to leave with Nari but Steve has come up with an actually viable solution. She could go to Akiridion V for a bit. Douxie did think it was just so Steve could see his girlfriend and Eli. But Nari would be safe for a while at least. Claire was ecstatic that he was staying, offering the guest room in her house before anyone could stop her. Her parents agreed after Claire explained that Douxie was her magic teacher and his home above GDT Arcane Books had been blown to bits. So it looked like he’d be sticking around to teach Claire some magic. It wasn’t a terrible idea given that most world ending events seemed to start in Arcadia.

Claire was an excellent student, which she put down to him being a good teacher. Douxie wasn’t so sure, he knew nothing about shadowmancy after all. He was just reading the books and correcting her stances.

“This spell looks complicated.” Claire commented.

“It’s a nightmare spell.” Douxie explained. “When the shadow bolt comes into contact with a person they’ll be confronted by their worst nightmare.”

“Like pixies?” Claire asked.

“Exactly like pixies.” Douxie agreed. “But unlike pixies a hard knock to the head won’t get rid of it. You’d need the counter or strong will power to break free.” Claire shuddered.

“Maybe I shouldn’t learn it.” She said.

“It’s your choice Claire.” Douxie said gently. “It does sound nasty.” He didn’t fancy being on the receiving end of it. He had a few ideas of what he’d see and none of them were appealing.

“It might be useful against the Arcane Order though.” Claire trailed off. Douxie gave her a smile.

“I won’t make you.” He promised. “It might be useful but it’s up to you.” Claire smiled back, feeling reassured.

“I want to try. Even if it’s just a last resort.” She said. Douxie nodded.

“We’ll just aim at trees.” He said, not wanting to subject anyone to their worst fears. Claire agreed quickly and they started to try. She hit several trees in quick succession. Some withered, while others did nothing. Claire was getting frustrated when some did nothing. She growled at the trees, accidentally shooting bolts out of her hands. One hit Douxie right in the chest. He dropped like a stone to Claire screaming his name.

“Hisirdoux.” Merlin said, waking Douxie up.

“Master?” Douxie asked, stirring slightly. Merlin sighed, looking down at his apprentice in disappointment.

“My Hisirdoux, can’t you do anything I tell you to?” He asked. “I told you to protect Nari. I told you to keep the Arcane Order from the Genesis Seals.”

“Nari’s safe.” Douxie replied, sitting up. “She’s far away.”

“And how do you know that?” Merlin asked sternly. “You left her. You abandoned her. It was bad enough I had to die for you, and now you can’t even complete my dying request.”

“I-.”

“You never listen.” Merlin continued. “You were a terrible apprentice compared to Morgana. She may have had her issues but at least she could listen and use magic. Your parents were right to throw you away. I never should have taken you in.” Douxie felt tears forming.

“You... you don’t mean that.” He got out. It couldn’t be true, Merlin had been proud of him.

“Have you ever known me to say something I don’t mean?” Merlin countered. “You have always been a disappointment Hisirdoux.” Douxie sobbed at that.

“Master I...”

“Oh is little Douxie upset.” Morgana sneered. Douxie’s head snapped up. She was dressed in gold armour, helmet hiding all but her smirk. “How sad to realise no one ever truly loved you.”

“That’s not true.” Douxie whispered to himself through tears.

“No? Why don’t I show you?” Morgana asked in a mocking tone. She waved her hand and there was Claire talking to Jim, Steve and Toby.

“I don’t think I need him.” She was saying. “If I could read the books I’d tell him to go away. He’s a terrible teacher.” Douxie mumbled no. Claire liked him. He was sure she did. It didn’t stop the doubt though.

“You learnt Troll, I’m sure you could learn wizard speak.” Jim assured her. “Then we can tell him we don’t need him anymore. For Merlin’s apprentice he seems kinda useless.” Douxie winced. He was trying.

“Yeah he did nothing in Camelot.” Steve chimed in. “He doesn’t compare to the Palchuk.” The others laughed.

“He was so needy for Merlin’s approval too.” Toby added. “Did you guys notice? How sad is that?”

“It’s not true.” Douxie said, shaking his head and shutting his eyes as if that would block it all out.

“See little Douxie, they don’t care about you.” Morgana mocked. “They never will. Even Archie only stayed with you so he could meet better wizards.”

“Archie would never.” Douxie gasped. Tears were falling thick and fast. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. They cared about him. He knew they did. But what if they didn’t, a small voice in the back of his mind muttered. What if they hated him? Thought he was useless? He’d made so many mistakes. He was a terrible apprentice. A terrible teacher. Voices were overlapping. People he cared about screaming at him.

“Useless.”

“Pathetic.”

“Oath breaker!”

“Can’t do anything right.”

“Nightmare child!”

“Waste of space.” Douxie tried to cover his ears but the voices were inside his head. Every bad thing he’d ever done. Every mistake he’d ever made. Every lie, omission, scam and cheat he’d pulled. He didn’t want to hear this. He screamed to block the noise out. And he just kept screaming.

Douxie woke up screaming with hands holding him down. His vision swam as tears spilled out like a flood. He could make out Jim and Claire, with matching worried expressions. Claire’s parents were in the room, wide eyed.

“Douxie calm down!” Jim yelled. “It’s okay, you’re awake now!” Douxie sucked in a deep breath. He wasn’t. He wasn’t where he’d been before. Merlin wasn’t there. Nor was Morgana. He stopped straining against Jim’s hold, not bothering to stem his tears. Gut-wrenching, heartbreaking sobs filled the room. Claire knelt down next to him.

“I’m so sorry Douxie. I didn’t mean to hit you.” She apologised. “I’m so sorry.” Douxie didn’t stop crying. He didn’t think he could.

“Go away.” He choked. “Please go away.” Claire looked like she was going to argue but Jim put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her outside, following her parents. Douxie curled up on his side and sobbed.

#fanfiction #submissions #asks #toa #tales of arcadia wizards #tales of arcadia #toa wizards #claire nunez #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #toa archie #toa morgana #toa merlin #jim lake jr #steve palchuk #toby domzalski #we’re riding the angst train folks #no comfort here #the amount of pain i put this boy through

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msmarvel95 · 4 years ago

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The Meeting

(This will be a series, telling the story of Y/N and Bucky Barnes. )

Word Count: 1469

You woke from your glorious slumber to your dad’s voice booming through the speakers in the compound. “I need everyone down to the common room, that means you too Y/N. You have 10 mins.” You groaned and sat up, wiping the sleep from your eyes, pondering why the universe had decided you were the poor soul, doomed to be Tony Stark’s child. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a wonderful father but sometimes he can be a bit much. And today was one of those days. Willing yourself out of bed, you throw on some shorts and a hoodie, opting to put on your sneakers, because if you were going to be up this early, you might as well get some training in too.

It wasn’t long until everyone began to file into the common room. “This better be good man, you interrupted my beauty sleep.” Sam huffed at Tony. “Ah come on Sam, if you get anymore beauty sleep, you’re gonna put us girls to shame.” Sam threw his head back letting out a thunderous laugh. “Well, that was my plan all along.” He joked back to you, earning him a playful punch to the shoulder. “Alright, now that you all finally made it down here, we have some things to discuss. We have ourselves a new Avenger.” You could hear a pin drop in the room, shocked looks covering everyone’s faces. “A new Avenger? Who is it?” you pressed. Tony only smirking as he motioned to the elevator, as it dinged signaling someone had arrived at the floor. Everyone waited somewhat patiently for the doors to open, when they did, they revealed Steve and not far behind him was Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier.

“No, no! You can’t expect us to put up with Robocop living here can you? I mean, he’s annoying, he has an obvious staring problem, and have we forgotten how he tried to kill us?” Sam ranted.

“Sam, Buck is healing, he spent time in Wakanda and he’s not The Winter Soldier anymore. This will be good for him; it will be good for all of us.” You found yourself only half listening to the ongoing conversation, as your eyes found an entrancing pair of cerulean ones. Bucky looked at you, giving you a sideways smirk that sent a wave of warmth to your cheeks. “Y/N are you even listening to me?” your fathers voice broke you from Bucky’s gaze. “Huh? Sorry I spaced out a little bit, I haven’t had my coffee this morning.” Tony shook his head at you. “I said you will show Bucky to his room, he is on the floor with you and Sam,” You glanced back over at Bucky. “Come on, I’ll show you around.” The two of you entered the elevator as Sam was ranting again, this time about having to share a floor with the super soldier.

“So, this is our floor, we have our own kitchen and living room, Sam and I like to have game nights and movie nights once a week. You’re more than welcome to join us!” You told him as you walked him around the space. You motioned for him to follow you, leading him down the dimly lit hallway. “This is where our rooms are, Sam’s room is the one on your left, and mine is right across from him. You are down here.” You led him towards the end of the hallway. “So, your room is next door?” you grinned at him and looked down at the floor. “Yep!” he looked down, with an unreadable expression written all over his face. “I hope you’re a deep sleeper. I still get nightmares sometimes, despite everything they helped me with in Wakanda.” You gave him a concerned look and placed your hand on his shoulder. “I don’t mind, I have them myself. If you ever need someone to talk too or help you calm down from one, my door is always open, Buck.” He smiled shyly at you as he mumbled a soft ‘thank you’. “I guess I should let you get acquainted with your new room! If you need anything, I’ll be in the gym. You turned on your heel making your way to the elevator, not before turning back towards Bucky. “Oh, and Buck.” He looks up at you quickly.

“Gyms’ on the 4th floor” you give him a small smile

“I’ll see you there in a few, doll.” As soon as the word left his mouth his eyes grew wide. “Sorry I- “

“It’s okay, I kinda like it to be honest. It’s a lot better than some of the names dad and Sam call me.” He lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and smiled.

_*_later that week_*_

“Y/N come on! We’re waiting!” Wanda calls. “Just give me a second I’m gonna see if Bucky wants to join us, some bonding time with all of us would be good for him.”

“Mhmm sure y/n that’s the reason you want him to come, to bond with us.” Clint quipped as he smirked at Nat.

“Assume all you want guys; I just want him to be able to feel comfortable living here. He’s been through so much already; I think he deserves a calm living environment.”

Your knuckles rap on the door to Bucky’s bedroom. After a few seconds, the door swings open revealing Bucky, fresh out of the shower, long chestnut brown hair still dropping beads of water down is toned chest, wearing only a pair of dark grey sweats that are slung low on his hips. You absentmindedly bit your lip while eyeing the former assassin, drawing a grin from him. “Hey doll, what’s up, something wrong?”

“Uh, no nothing’s wrong. I- uh I just wanted to see if you wanted to come down to movie night. We are all meeting up in the common room.” You avert your gaze down to the floor waiting for his response.

“Sure, that sounds like it could be fun. Just let me grab a shirt.”

As you and Bucky walk into the common room, you get teasing glances from Nat and Wanda, as well as an eyeroll from Sam.

“So, what are we watching?” you ask as you sit on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room.

“The Grudge” Sam replies happily

“You guys can’t be serious; you all know how bad that movie scares me!” you scoffed.

“Which is exactly why Wanda and I picked it.” Nat quipped back at you with a smug grin on her face, which always meant she was up to no good.

As everyone took their seats Bucky strolls out of the kitchen, snacks in hand searching for a place to sit. Nat and Clint have taken over the couch, Peter sitting comfortably in the bean bag chair, Wanda and Vision on the love seat and Sam and Steve in their respective recliners. He walks over to the corner where you are sat. “Mind if I squeeze in here with you?” You give him a small nod and a smile. “Sure, given the movie that my so-called friends picked out I’m going to need a human shield, so as long as you don’t mind that.”

He lets out a laugh that sounds as smooth as honey. “I don’t mind protecting you from scary monsters’ doll.” Nat’s head whips in the direction of the two of you at the nickname, wiggling her eyebrows and smirking once again.

As the movie went on, Bucky put his arm around you, pulling you into him slightly.

A rather tense scene turns into a jump scare that causes you to let out a small squeak, tucking your head into Bucky’s shoulder. You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs, placing a soft hand on your head. “Its okay, the scary part is over now.”

“Are you sure” you reply peaking over at the TV. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

After the movie ends and everyone makes their way to their rooms, Steve finds Bucky in the kitchen making himself a drink. “Hey Buck, how are things going?”

“Pretty good actually, way better than I expected.” He stated confidently. “I see you and Y/N have gotten pretty close.” He smiled hearing her name. He’d only known Y/N for a short time, but it was easy to open up to her. She radiated this calming energy, that was unlike anyone he’d ever met. She’d never flinched when he’d brushed her with his metal arm, she never acted like she needed to walk on eggshells around him like everyone else did. She treated him as though he was just a normal guy with a normal past. Could it become something more? He didn’t know the answer to that, just yet. But for now, he’d settle for her friendship.

**If this is terrible I'm so so sorry.. Just tell me if its absolute crap. I've never posted fanfiction except on TikTok. So to say I'm extremely nervous is an understatement. Thank you for taking the time to read this😘

#marvel #bucky barnes #the winter solider fanfiction #bucky barns x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #fanfic #newbie #bucky x y/n #marvel fanfic series #oneshot #fluff oneshot #new writers on tumblr #im sorry if this is bad #tfatws

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kyber-kisses · 5 years ago

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Hymn (Part 2)

Winchester brothers x Sister!reader (Platonic)

wanna start from the beginning? Here is the Masterlist!

Warnings: cursing, its mostly fluff my dudes.

Summary: Y/N Winchester has wrestled with demons ever since her mother died, but when her younger brothers lives are in danger it’s their souls she fights to save, because isn’t that what a big sister should do?

A/n:OK so i may or may not be in love with writing this series, but whatever. This fic is based on the lyrics from joel porters Hymn. Hope you guys enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated!

Dean woke up in a cold sweat, his eyes straining in the utter darkness of his room while his breathing rate slowly began to steady from where it had been seconds ago. Shifting on the mattress he flicked on the bedside lamp and slowly sat up, his black sleep shirt clinging to his skin.

“Fuck.”

Dragging a shaky hand down his face, he took a deep breath. It had been a long time since he had that nightmare. He had hoped it had gone away completely but apparently his mind wouldn’t let it go. . . Then again it was a memory. Just a memory. A terrible, horrible memory. and some memories just don't go away.

Glancing over at the clock on his nightstand he found that he had slept in, which was unlike him. The neon red numbers telling him that it was a quarter past ten. Sliding on his robe, he made his way for the door, the only thing on his mind being a cup of coffee

. . . Until he halted in his tracks and looked back.

It was still there. Then again where else would it be? Even though the back wall of his room was covered in an arrange of weapons, your hunting rifle stood out among the rest like some sort of sad centerpiece. How he had kept hold of it all these years was beyond him.

He paused for another second before backtracking and slowly taking it off the wall. Your rifle had been your prized possession, and your aim unparalleled. His dad used to say he had never seen someone so young shoot so well. Shifting the gun in his hand, Dean let his thumb trace over your name. You had carved it into the stock when you first got it, using Deans favorite pocket knife for the job.

Miss you.

Almost two and a half decades. That how long you had been gone. He thought losing his mom had been hard, but then you thrust your rifle into his arms and disappeared out that damn motel room door and he never saw you again. That was when he really broke.

Quickly wiping the stray tears from his eyes, he put the rifle back in its place, turned off the lights and headed for the kitchen. Coffee. He needed coffee.

His body went into autopilot and before he knew it he was walking through the threshold of the bunkers kitchen, making a beeline for the coffee pot.

“Well look who finally decided to roll out of bed.”

“Shut up.” Dean grumbled, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand.

“You okay?”

Dean hummed a response as he poured himself a cup before sinking down into the seat across from his brother. “Yeah, yeah- I uh, just had some really weird dreams.”

“I don’t wanna know-“

“They were about Y/N.”

That was all it took to fully gain the youngest Winchesters attention, his eyes peering over the edge of his coffee cup mid sip. There was a pause as he swallowed. “Y/N?”

“Yeah- it uh-“ Dean pinched the bridge of his nose like it physically pained him to think about it. “It was the night she disappeared. Everything was the same, down to you doing your fucking homework to her teaching me how to shoot her damn rifle.”

“You remember all that?”

“You don’t?” Dean dropped his hand from his face to send his brother a bewildered look.

“I mean, I remember bits and pieces but not every little detail.” Sam shrugged, going back to his coffee.

“That was one of the worst nights of my life.”

Sliding his laptop away from him, Sam folded his arms across the top of the table. “What else do you remember?”

This time it was Deans turn to shrug, eyes fixating on the black liquid in his cup. “Her running out the door and leaving us in the motel room, Her screaming, Dad coming back and going into a full blown panic- I don’t think I had ever seen him so afraid.” Dean swallowed thickly, swirling the contents in his mug. “I remember him just leaving us there so he could look for her. And then he was gone for hours and when he came back all he had was her flannel. The thing was in tatters and covered in blood.”

“I kinda remember that.” Sam nodded, his eyes going to the matching bracelets on his and Deans wrists. Bracelets being a loose term. In reality they were just bits of fabric Dean had salvaged from your flannel later that night. It was one of the few things left of you that they had. “I just mostly remember dad crying after he thought we had gone to bed. It happened every night for weeks.”

“Yeah.” Dean could feel his emotions bubbling up inside him again. His dad had spent months tearing apart the state and the surrounding ones looking for you. But they always came up with nothing.

You were just gone. Like you had been snatched out of thin air.

Dean remembered the months and even years that followed after that so well. They were hard. His big sister was gone and everything felt so much scarier. . . And then dad came to the conclusion that you were dead and that was that. Except Dean refused to believe it. You were so tough and brave, there was no way you could be dead. You couldn’t be dead, he would say constantly. You just needed finding. He kept saying that because he had to believe it. Because being the boy who’d lost his mother was one thing, being the boy who’d lost his mother and sister something else entirely. But as the years went on, he slowly began to lose hope and then one day he just woke up and believed it.

You were dead. If you were alive you would have been home by now. You would have fought every monster in the country if you had to to get back home to them. And if you weren’t back by now, you weren’t coming back ever.

Dean sniffed, feeling the familiar burn in his nostrils telling him tears were coming. Trying to mask it he rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand again. “I miss her.”

“I know. I do to.” Sam sighed, watching his brother try not to break down in front of him. Sam had loved you as much as Dean had but to Dean you were his hero. You always had been. While Sam looked up to Dean, Dean had always looked up to you.

“I’m starting to forget her voice.” Dean suddenly admitted, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “I don’t mean to. . . But it’s fading away.” Slowly rising from his seat, Dean headed for the door. “I hope you can still hear her.”

As Sam watched his brother disappear back down the hallway, he let his mind wander before pushing out of his own seat to go in search of something long forgotten.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

A few hours later Sam found himself wandering towards his brothers room, laptop folded underneath his arm.

“Hey, Dean?” Rapping his knuckles on the door, he leaned against the wall waiting for a response.

“What?”

Taking it as a sign he twisted the handle and nudged open the door, peering into the brightness of Deans room. His brother was seated at his desk, cleaning one of the many guns that usually sat silently on his wall.

“Wait, is that Y/Ns-“

“Rifle. Yeah.” Dean sighed, leaning back in his seat to admire his work.

“I don’t know why you still clean that thing. Neither of us use it. The last person to shoot it was her.” Stepping through the doorway, he walked towards the desk, smiling faintly at the sight of your carved name in the stock.

“Gives me something to do. It’s kinda relaxing actually.” Wiping his hands on his jeans, Dena turned his gaze towards Sam. “What’s up?”

“Oh, uh I found something. C’mon I wanna show you.” Nodding towards the door Sam beckoned his brother to follow, which thankfully he did.

“This better be fuckin worth it.” Dean sighed, his footsteps echoing down the bunker hallway as he followed Sam towards the library.

“Oh trust me, I think it will be.” Adjusting his laptop underneath his arm, Sam stepped up into the well lit room. “Do you remember that old camcorder Y/N used to carry around? The one that we thought broke forever ago?”

“. . . Yeah, why?”

“Well, I dug it out of storage. Turns out, not broken at all.” Sam chuckled, opening up his laptop as he plugged the camcorder into the computer with a usb cable, the screen suddenly lighting up.

“You know, I don’t even remember what’s on here.” Sinking down in the seat besides his brother, Dean leaned forward to watch as Sam worked on pulling up the footage.

“If you break a limb doing this your gonna be the one to tell dad how it happened.” Your voice suddenly echoing through the speakers of the laptop, catching Dean off guard as he sat up straighter.

“I’m gonna be fine! Please Y/N!”

“This is a terrible idea.”

A small smile spread over Deans lips as you suddenly set down the camera walking into view. Dean couldn’t have been more than ten in the footage. An even younger Sam momentary running past as you helped Dean get situated in Bobby’s old hammock.

“Promise you won’t break any bones?”

“Yes.”

“Pinkie promise?” You held up your hand, pinkie extended so Dean could wrap his own around yours.

“Pinkie promise.”

Deans smile steadily grew as the memory came back. Dad has dropped the three of you off at Bobby’s for the weekend and when Dean found out he had a hammock his little boy brain went into overdrive.

“Can you spin it all the way around?”

“All the way around? Bub, your gonna fall out if I do that.” You shook your head before giving into defeat and pulling the hammock back to get it going.

“I won’t! I got this!”

It was proven the exact opposite a minute later when the hammock on the screen arched into a full circle swing, proceeding to send the middle Winchester child flying backwards into the bushes. A six year old Sam screeched with laughter somewhere off camera.

A full bellied laugh escaped Dean as he threw his head back, Sam chuckling besides him.

“I can��t believe I forgot about that! Y/N spent like ten minutes trying to clean all those cuts I got from the friggin bush.” Dean wheezed wiping at the tears still in his eyes. “Was I always that dumb?”

“Bold of you to assume you still aren’t.”

“Hey-“

As the footage quickly switched both brothers lit up again, this time watching as you balanced a seven year old Sam on your shoulders on the end of a weather worn dock.

“Wait- was this the summer we stayed in lake county?” Dean leaned forward on his elbows, eyes bright.

“I think so. Dad worked several cases in that area that year.”

“Y/N, please don’t jump-“ little Sam let out a whine, arms wrapping around your head in fear that he might fall.

“Don’t jump? Don’t jump?! Well now I feel like I should just for the heck of it!” You mused, dangling one foot over the water, hands still wrapped around Sam’s ankles.

“No!”

“Uh-oh, I’m loosing my balance-“ you laughed, feeling Sams grip tighten.

Your playful antics were quickly cut short as Dean blurred into view, his little feet thundering across the dock as he rocketed towards you, laughing. Your head quickly spun around in unison with Sams, both sets of eyes widening as he charged at you.

“Dean, No!”

But it was too late. The blonde rascal came barreling into you and the three of you went over the edge with a series of shrieks and laughs, a spray of water hitting the dock as you went down.

That was all it took to get both brothers laughing again, Dean leaning back in his seat as he gripped his side.

“God, I can’t remember the last time- the last time I laughed this much-“ he panted through chuckles.

“Well there’s several hours of footage on here, so don’t pass out from laughing too much.”

Deans eyes widened as the last of the laughter faded on his lips. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah. Guess Y/N wanted to make sure we had some sort of home videos to watch.”

Letting out a content sigh, the older Winchester nodded. He hadn’t realized until now how much of a childhood you had actually given him and Sam before running out the door. He was grateful.

“Well uh, what else is on here?” Turning back to the screen, Dean leaned foreword on his elbows watching as the footage continued to play.

It didn’t take long for them to realize how much of their childhood you had actually captured. From the time you took them skiing while dad had worked a case in Estes Park to when the three of you dressed up as the three musketeers for Halloween. It was all there. Almost every second of footage filled with full belly laughter and embarrassing moments. That’s how your old camcorder quickly became Deans favorite item in the world.It was a pocket of good memories. A pocket of childhood innocence.

They were closing in on hour two of of the footage while watching you and Dean completely wipe out while tubing that the jade eyed Winchester felt something suddenly shift in him. His laughter slowly petering out along with his smile. The sudden silence catching Sams attention as he looked way from the screen, his own chuckle slowly stopping.

“Dean? You okay?”

He drew in a breath before nodding slightly. “Sam, I think we should go back.”

There was a pause as the youngest of the Winchesters processed what his brother had said. “Seriously, are you sure? We haven’t-“

“Been back there in almost two decades? I know. I just— she deserved better.”

“She totally did.” Sam nodded in agreement. “ I can go pack a bag if you want and we can be out of here in thirty?”

Yeah, that sounds good.” Dean sighed, sucking in another breath. He shouldn’t have gotten all sad about the videos, but the sudden thought that you weren’t around to help make more new memories tore him up inside.

Before leaving, Sam paused in the doorway to turn around one last time. “You know, we should show those to mom at some point. I have a feeling she would really get a hoot out of them.”

“yeah, she totally would.”

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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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Billy gets turned into a cat because he pissed someone off. Max brings this stray to Steve's house because of Neil. Billy doing all the terrible cat things at first and not letting Steve touch him but warming up to him. Just follows Steve around, learns about them. Then he jsut does the dick cat hing to other people. Keeps sneaking into family video. The curse only breaks when Billy admits to himself how much he cares about Steve.

No monster au I guess? I honestly don’t know anymore but Billy never got possessed.

“Hey little dude.”

Steve picked up the little cat. It’s fur was thick and a light color, with big bright blue eyes.

He had found it screaming in the backyard.

It was squirming in his arms as he brought it inside.

“Where’s your home? You have no collar. You’re naked.” He put the cat down in the kitchen, opened a can of tuna for him. The cat sniffed at the tuna, tucking in to it slowly. “Naked cat, what should I name you?” Steve sang at the cat.

It turned it’s big blue eyes on him, looking at him judgmentally.

“Wow. You’re a rude naked cat.” The cat hissed at him. Steve pretended to clutch at a set of pearls, gasping dramatically. “Mind you language in my home, young man.” The cat seemed to roll his eyes at him.

He spent the night playing with the little cat, learning he was kind of an asshole, didn’t really like to play much, and would knock shit off any surface it could get to. (Which was all of them. All surfaces).

But it was nice having something to take care of, and he woke up with the little thing curled into his neck.

Billy doesn’t know what the fuck had happened.

He was standing by the Camaro, having a cigarette as Amy Whatever-her-name-is was sucking him off. He had closed her eyes, pretending the soft lips around him belonged to one Steve Harrington when she pulled off him, started yelling at him for not being into her. He had driven her home mad and told her she was a slut.

She had pointed a finger in his face, told him until he got his head out of his ass and admitted how he felt he would be stuck. He didn’t know what the fuck she was on about and told her she was a crazy bitch before peeling outta her driveway.

It was not his finest moment, and he was seething while he drove around.

He decided to take a walk, was chain smoking through Loch Nora when his vision whited out. He felt like he was hurdling through space for hours or maybe seconds before he came to his senses.

As a fucking cat.

He was outside of Steve’s house, and needed help, only to find that Steve was useless, gave him some fucking tuna and said weird shit to him.

The next day he went out for some time, coming home with cat toys, food, and a fucking litter box.

Billy was goddamn appalled.

He was expected to shit in a box and Steve was gonna clean it up.

That is not fucking happening.

He had been spending the week with Steve, had so far he had learned Steve Harrington is an adorable fucking weirdo.

He likes to sing at Billy, likes to pick him up, watch tv with the little cat curled on his chest.

He talks a lot, fills up the empty house around with sound, plays music and leaves tvs in different rooms on as he moved through them.

He would laugh at the asshole things Billy did, like pawing at the record player until it turned off when he played music Billy didn’t like.

And Billy learned that Steve didn’t sleep much. He would stay up late, lights flicked on around the house.

The first time Steve had a nightmare, Billy pawed at him, meowing as loud as he could, trying to get Steve back from whatever nightmare he was having.

Steve woke up, looking at Billy before bursting into tears, pulling the little cat close.

Billy purred loudly, trying to help, absolutely hated the way he his chest heaved, the way he curled into himself.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Billy purred louder, didn’t want Steve apologizing.

Steve had named the little cat Diablo.

The first few days were spent with the cat hissing and swiping at him, not letting Steve touch him and pushing expensive vases to the floor.

But the little cat seemed to warm up to him, had stopped doing little asshole things and spent most of it’s time following Steve around.

Robin came over after work one Saturday to meet the little fur ball Steve had been cooing about for weeks.

“He’s really cute, Steve.” Diablo did not like Robin, was curled in Steve’s lap, glaring at her. “Even if he hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you. It took him a few days to trust me.” He scratched the little cat behind it’s ears.

“Billy hasn’t been in Family Video in a few weeks.” The cat perked up at her sentence. Steve shifted it over to rub at it’s belly.

“Yeah. I know.” Diablo purred. “I don’t know what to tell you, Rob. I don’t think he feels like that about me.” Diablo twisted around, curling back into Steve’s lap, looking at him intensely, pawing at his chest.

“He flirted with you all summer at Scoops, Dingus.”

“I think he was just being an ass.”

“I know a closet case when I see one, Popeye. Hence why we’re friends.” Diablo stopped pawing at Steve, trotted to sniff at Robin’s knee, looking at her with big eyes.

“I’m not a closet case.”

“You were when we met.” Diablo swatted at her shin, staring at her. “He’s like a little person. He’s so expressive.” Diablo headbutted her knee. She smiled at him before looking back to Steve. “I mean, when I met you, you were fully lying to yourself.”

“I wasn’t really, I mean I always knew I like guys, I just never really acted on it.” Diablo came zooming back to him, batting at him, making little yowling noises.

“You didn’t let yourself act on it.”

“It just didn’t really matter. I like girls and don’t wanna get fucking killed for being a queer.” He picked up the screeching cat, holding him up to eye level. “What’s up with you? Do you hate me because you know I’m queer?” Diablo licked his nose. Steve smiled at him. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Steve Harrington liked guys, and by the sounds of it, he liked Billy.

Billy had tried to get as much info outta the two, but it was hard when he couldn’t use actual words.

He had thought Steve and Robin had been dating, had scratched at her a few times, only feeling bad when she waxed poetic about Heather Holloway, and Steve called her a useless lesbian.

But Steve was an option, if he ever figured out how in the fuck he was gonna get back to himself.

He ended up sneaking into Steve’s car when he went to work the next day, screaming at him from the backseat, making Steve jump and swerve a little, swearing as he pulled Billy into his lap.

He brought Billy into work with him, placing him in a cardboard box under the counter so he could reach down and scratch his ears.

“Why’d you bring the little demon?” Robin’s hand was rubbing at his neck.

“He snuck into my car at started fucking screaming at me.” Robin laughed.

“What a little hellbeast.”

Billy sat curled in the box, quiet as he listened to Steve work. He was asleep when the box started shifting.

“What the fuck is this cat doing here?” Billy blinked up to see Keith, Steve’s jackass boss.

“Shit, sorry Keith, He’s mine. He followed me to work today.”

“Jesus, Harrington. You can’t bring your pets in here.” He went to get Billy out of the box. Billy swiped at him, scratching his wrist. “Fuck, get your asshole cat outta here.” Steve reached in with gentle hands, picking up Billy, hissing and spitting.

“I’m sorry, Keith-”

“Just get out, Harrington. I am so fucking close to firing you.” Billy went still.

Steve rushed out to his car, placing Billy in the passenger seat as he pulled out. Billy made a little noise at him, trying to get in his lap. Steve pushed him away.

“I am hanging on by a fucking thread with Keith. You can’t do that shit.” Billy made a sad sound. Steve sniffed.

“I just, I’m so shit at everything. Robin got me that job, and I almost ruin it all the goddamn time. It’s pretty much the best I can fucking get.” Steve let Billy slowly climb into his lap.

“And just, if I lose this job my dad’ll kick me out, and then I’m really fucked.” Billy pressed his head into Steve’s stomach, nuzzling into him. “Thanks for that. You’re kinda sweet sometimes.” Billy meowed back at him.

Steve had another nightmare that night, had curled around Billy and cried into his fur.

Billy had licked softly at his cheeks. The tears there. He wanted Steve to feel safe and happy.

These few weeks living with him, he had learned so much about Steve Harrington, learned that he was weird and sweet and lonely and sad and loud and so much more than Billy ever thought he’d be.

He had come to really care about Steve, maybe even, maybe even love him-

His vision went out again. He couldn’t feel his body anymore as his mind shorted out. His ears were buzzing when he came back to himself, breathing heavily.

“Um, what?” He turned over, saw Steve looking at him with huge eyes. “What the fuck.”

“Hey, Pretty Boy. I was the cat.” Steve shot outta bed.

“What the fuck is going on? What do you mean you were the cat? Why are you naked?” Billy looked down, putting a pillow over his dick.

“I was an asshole to this girl, and she apparently, apparently like cursed me or something, to be a cat. So I was the cat. I was Diablo.”

“And you, were you like, aware of everything that happened while you were a cat?” His face was red, no doubt thinking about all the little things he had shared about himself in the time.

“Oh yeah, Stevie. I know you pretty well now.” Steve flushed even more. “Know you have a crush on me.”

“I, I do not have a, a crush on you.” Billy raised an eyebrow.

“Would you quit lying to me if I told you I had a crush on you?” Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times.

“Uh, maybe. If you, if you said it again.”

Billy stood up, slinking towards Steve, smirking As Steve looked panicked, eyes darting anywhere that wasn’t Billy.

He pulled Steve’s hips, bringing their bodies flush together. He pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his jaw.

“I’ve got a big fucking crush on you, Pretty Boy.”

Steve lunged, connecting their lips together.

“God, me too. I’m, I like you a lot.” He sighed into their kiss, his arms around Billy’s shoulders.

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star-spangled-steve · 5 years ago

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His New Partner

Chapter 40: The Anger

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1455

Warnings: Some angry!Steve, a nightmare, mentions of death, mentions of sex, light cussing.

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Purple.

All that Steve could see, feel, and hear was purple as he landed numerous pounds on his punching bag, imagining that each hit was landing right in Thanos’ big, fat, purple face.

One punch for taking away his son, Anthony James, who had barely even got to begin his life. Another punch, this time for Bucky, the man who was finally free to live as he pleased, just before he had all of his new chances taken away from him so gruesomely. The next punch was in the name of Sam Wilson, one of the most loyal and courageous men that Steve had known.

The list could go on and on, dedicating hits to Thanos from Wanda, Vision, Fury, and many more, but the man’s mind always brought him back to one person. A.J. His sweet little son who deserved so much better than to be dusted away at not even two years old. Even if Steve had barely known the kid, he wanted justice for him. For his grieving wife. And if the only way to feel useful was landing punches on his punching bag, imagining that he was hitting Thanos each and every time, then so be it. At least it helped him get out his rage.

His fists were coming down on the bag so hard, so loud, that he didn’t even notice the presence of his favourite person behind him, not until said individual actually spoke up.

“Honey?”

Ah, the soft and sweet, feminine voice of his wife broke Steve out of his anger-fuelled trance, though he didn’t actually turn towards the girl. Instead he just hung his head with an emotion that could only be described as pain, and stilled the swinging bag in front of him. “What are you doing up, sweetheart?” He questioned, voice short and rough.

“It’s 10:00 AM.” Y/N replied, still standing on the staircase that led down to their basement, the place where Steve had just been brutally hitting his most-used piece of gym equipment.

The man puffed out a breath. “Already?”

“Yeah, ‘already’.” She stated, confused at why he was down here instead of up in their bed. It was Sunday morning and they always slept in together on Sunday mornings. It was like a routine. “How long have you been up for?”

“Since, uh, since around 7:00, I think.”

He still wasn’t facing her and Y/N wondered why he was being so closed-off. Steve sure was acting odd this morning. “You’ve been hitting this punching bag for three hours? Hon-”

“I already know what you’re gonna’ say, N/N.” He cut her off, beginning to pull off his thick boxing gloves. He used to only wear hand wraps but Y/N had insisted he needed more protection, super soldier or not.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” She questioned, now much closer behind him.

“Something along the lines of you being worried about me.” Steve answered. He finally turned around to face her, and Y/N realized that his eyes looked extremely glossy. Had he been crying?

“Stevie,” she softly spoke, stepping closer until she was directly in front of him, “what’s going on?”

The man puffed out a breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I-Uh... I had a nightmare.” He looked directly into her E/C eyes and saw nothing but care, allowing him to become more relaxed. He had always found comfort under her gentle gaze.

Y/N gave him a sympathetic little smile, running one of her hands down his arm under she connected it with his own, intertwining their fingers. “Do you wanna’ talk about it?”

Steve, being a generally closed-off person, usually would’ve said no. But deep down he knew that it was better to get his feelings out, and gave her a couple short nods instead.

That was enough of an answer as the girl needed as she led him to their couch, sitting down first and watching as he lowered himself into the seat next to her. His shoulders still looked tense and Y/N frowned, but didn’t pay it too much mind. When really were his shoulders not tense? “So, what was the nightmare about?”

“Uh,” Steve quietly sighed, looking down at the floor, “Thanos.”

His wife instantly became sad upon hearing that name, turning her head away and closing her eyes.

“It was terrible.” The man continued on, his body still and filled with stress. “He… God, I don’t even know if you want to hear this, doll. This is awful.”

“It’s okay.” Y/N spoke, turning towards him and nodding. “You can tell me.” Their hands were still connected and she rubbed the back of his with her thumb, hoping that he would become comfortable enough to share.

“It involves A.J.” Steve informed, really not wanting to trigger her by the disgusting content of his dream.

She gulped, hesitating for a moment, but ultimately knew that she would be strong enough to hear this. Plus she was just curious by now, too. “Go ahead. I’ll be okay.”

“Okay, uh,” he cleared his throat, “I’m not going to go into strong detail, but, uh, I saw A.J. die. Not by the dusting, though. From Thanos’ bare hands. It was awful, baby, just awful. I was back in the fields of Wakanda and, God… I watched Thanos kill him. And A.J. was just screaming and crying, all the while Thanos laughed like the horrible son of a bitch he is. I hated it.” Steve shook his head, the memory of his dream making him extremely appalled.

“Oh, Steve...”

“I woke up and I was just so… mad. Enraged.” The man continued. His fists were gradually clenching up as his chest started to heave. Y/N could tell that he was getting worked up again. “It’s just so hard for me to believe that it’s possible for sometime to think the way he did. To think that it’s right to kill billions of innocent lives. To kill our one-year-old son who did nothing to deserve that.”

“I know, Stevie, I know.” The girl agreed, honestly a little bit wary of her husband’s actions. He was starting to get red.

“The minute I woke up, I knew that I needed to punch something. To treat something the way I wish I could’ve treated Thanos.” Steve raspingly stated, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. The man looked livid, and it was beginning to worry his wife.

“I understand, honey.” She nodded, rubbing up and down his forearm. “Why don’t you calm down a little, though? Or at least try to. Please.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but it’s a little hard for me to calm down when I’m thinking about this. It just enrages me. So damn much. How could he do that to all of those people? I just don’t understa-Woah. What’re you doing?”

Y/N’s only thought in that moment was ‘Desperate times call for desperate measures’ as she climbed into Steve’s lap, straddling his thighs. “Calming you down myself.” She answered, giving him a cheeky smile and placing her hands on his shoulders. “Sorry, love, but you were starting to scare me a little there.” She said with a chuckle. “Your neck veins were popping and everything.”

Steve himself gave her a little laugh, moving both of his hands to her hips. “And your first thought, when I was getting heated, was not to back away, but instead to sit on my lap?”

Y/N shrugged. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. Not unless I was asking for it, anyways.” She gave him a flirty wink, hoping to cheer him up with her remarks. It seemed to be working as he began to boom with laughter, eyes closed and head thrown back. “There we go.” The girl smiled at his reaction. “Way to turn that frown upside down.”

Steve shook his head at his adorable wife. “I love you, babydoll. And I’m sorry that I scared you there. I really didn’t mean to.”

She just swiped her hand, deeming it not a serious problem. “I love you too. And don’t be sorry, anger is a natural part of grief. You’re kinda’ hot when you’re mad, anyways.”

The man chuckled once again, pushing her back closer to his chest so that he could hug her. She wrapped her own arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, happy to be in his warm embrace.

“Though,” Y/N spoke against his skin, “next time instead of the punching bag, you can always just wake me up. I’d be happy to help you... relieve your stress. If you know what I mean.”

Steve grinned at another one of her cheesy jokes, rubbing his hand up and down her back lovingly. “Oh, sweet girl, I always know what you mean.”

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hikari-writes · 4 years ago

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『Haikyuu!!』

Angst Oneshot

❝ Uncertainty ❞

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi

Warning: Death..., just, death--- oh and lil bit of cursing

Genre: ANGST. JUST ANGST EVERYWHERE. Oh and fluff if u squint ig?

Words: 1.8k

Aha, right. Another yamaguchi fic. With another angst. with ANOTHER character's death yet again 🥰🥰 idk what came over me, but i just was, yeah, let's do another angst. And boom! I did. Hope u enjoy this one!

"I'm so done with you! Why won't you ever listen to me?! This relationship isn't going anywhere if you keep up with that attitude!" Your outburst alongside your tear stained cheeks made Tadashi jerked up his head in shock, his face had already gone pale at your reaction.

It wasn't his intention to yell at you in the first place. He never intended to yell those damn words. He never meant to say you never understood how he feels, even though you're the very person that was always by his side, ever since his high school days.

It's just… in the heat of the moment, he just yelled that at you. Unsurprisingly, this had happened one too many times. On top of you yourself being stressed with your own problems, Tadashi acting like that didn't help at all. You maybe could still take his outburst if your head wasn't aching from the stress at the time, but you couldn't.

You stomped towards your shared bedroom and locked yourself in there, not letting Tadashi sleep in there for the night.

Tadashi looked at the closed door and heaved a heavy sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. He could feel the tears pricking his eyes, and he quickly closed them, before burying his face into the sofa cushion.

"What have I done….."

Many thoughts ran over his head. He thought that maybe you had finally given up on him, and wanted to end the relationship you two were in. He knew all along that he's just not suited for you. After all, you're better off with someone who's not as flawed as him. Who's so much better than him. Just the thought of it stung his heart so much.

He took out his mobile phone and texted his best friend's number.

After the conversation with Tsukishima ended, Tadashi was determined to make it up to you. Early morning tomorrow, he'll make sure to get up early and prepare your breakfast before commencing his plans.

~~**~~

You were tossing and turning in your bed, finding it hard to sleep without Tadashi's warmth. You had tried several times to grab for the familiar warmth that was always on the bed with you, but not a moment too soon, you'd realized that Tadashi was asleep outside.

You slowly got up from your bed and grabbed the extra blanket from your closet. You quietly tip toed out of the room after glancing at the clock which showed 2.30 a.m. You peeked out from behind the door, and you were relieved to see Tadashi was sleeping peacefully.

You silently covered his body with the blanket and before you went back to the bedroom, you gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Right after you closed the door behind you, Tadashi's eyebrows furrowed and despite the darkness, it was clear that his face was covered in deep red blush. He pulled the blanket high enough to cover his reddening face.

~~**~~

Morning came and as planned, Tadashi woke up early to prepare you your favourite breakfast. While he was preparing his coffee after he had just finished cooking your breakfast, he almost dropped his mug after he heard the door to the shared bedroom burst open.

He turned to you, face shocked but not a single word came out of his mouth. (Well, considering what happened last night, it would be pretty awkward for you guys to talk right now.)

Your face was covered in beads of sweat, and you looked almost out of breath, not to mention that your face was extremely pale too.

Tadashi put down his mug and approached you. Seeing your state at that point, he didn't care about how awkward the situation would be. He just wanted to see if you were okay.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He gently called out your name, totally different from how he raised his voice at you yesterday.

Hearing his voice made your eyes teared up and you could feel yourself almost breaking down there and then. But you stayed strong and wiped your tears away, shaking your head all the while.

"It was just a nightmare," you said as you buried yourself in Tadashi's chest, his sweet scent calming your nerves. Tadashi stayed silent and stroked your hair, helping you calm yourself.

"Right….just a nightmare…" You silently thought to yourself.

After he sensed your breathing had calmed down, he gently pushed you away and kissed your forehead.

"Well, breakfast is ready."

You slowly followed behind him to the dining table and you noticed Tadashi seemed to be in a hurry after he finished his cup of coffee.

"....Where are you going?" You asked softly, and you could see Tadashi's shoulders tensed at the question. Your eyes dropped down and you stared at the breakfast in front of you, while muttering a, "It's okay if you don't wanna tell me…"

Tadashi scratched the back of his neck. He had planned to buy you some things to cheer you up that morning. He had thought that maybe you'd wake up much later. Now, the surprise is kinda ruined. He didn't want to worsen your mood by keeping a secret from you again.

"Uh...I was actually going to go out… I wanted to go to that favourite store of yours to buy you some things…. You know, as a sorry gift….I thought I'd be able to go out without you noticing but you woke up surprisingly early today…"

He kept trailing off but you managed to understand what he said. You clenched your fists and tried hard to hide the grin that's creeping up your mouth.

"Well then, I'm off." Tadashi waved you goodbye and kissed your cheeks before heading towards the door but before that, you pulled him into a deep kiss, completely catching him off guard.

"Take care," you muttered those words and faced away from him, gobbling down on your breakfast with a visible pink hue on your ears.

"Yeah…."

He headed out towards the door and you glanced back at him.

All of a sudden, your heart beat rapidly against your ribcage, and a sudden feeling of dread washed over you. You didn't know what caused it, but there seemed to be a voice in the back of your mind that told you, "Stop him.". You suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to throw up, the feeling of anxiety overtaking your whole body as your eyes intently stared at Tadashi's whole movements.

You were about to call out to Tadashi but as soon as you finally found your voice again, the door was closed behind him and you were left in the house alone. You slumped back into your chair and massaged your temples, a frown never leaving your face.

You felt uneasy about this whole ordeal, but you tried to shrug it off. And for some reason, your mind kept wandering towards the nightmare you just experienced.

The nightmare where he left you. You clearly remembered how you tried to call out to him desperately, but he just turned around to you and...smiled.

A sorrowful, melancholic smile.

~~**~~

You looked at the clock again for the umpteenth time. It was nearing 6 p.m.

Tadashi showed no sign of showing up. You tried to stay positive the whole time. Keyword; tried.

After a few minutes had passed, a loud ringtone broke the silence of the empty house you were in. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you heard the sound, but as you reached your phone to check the caller ID, a smile tugged at your lips and you happily answered the call.

"Tadashi! I missed---"

"..This, this isn't Yamaguchi, Y/N."

Your heart sank when you heard the unfamiliar voice spoke. Well, to say it was unfamiliar was a lie. You'd recognized that voice anywhere.

It was Tsukishima.

You once again felt your heart beating rapidly than ever. You weren’t supposed to feel like this. It’s weird. It’s just his best friend using his phone. That’s normal. So why did you feel so nauseated to the point of throwing up? What exactly made your whole body overcame with worry?

Maybe it’s because this is Tsukishima we’re talking about. Why would he ever borrow Tadashi’s phone and use it to call you? Or maybe it’s because of his tone while he spoke. It’s very unlike him. You just couldn’t help but think that maybe something wrong had happened.

Something terribly wrong.

“Oh...Tsukishima…..wh-what’s wrong?” You finally answered him after a few seconds of silence. You tried to stay calm and composed, but your voice betrayed you. You could feel as if there’s a big lump in your throat, preventing you from talking normally.

Silence came, and you actually wondered maybe Tsukishima had ended the call or something.

“Y/N….I need you to calm down and listen to me.”

“I AM calm,” you said through your gritted teeth, your patience starting to run out.

“Yamaguchi he….he got into a car accident. And he didn’t make it, I’m sorry.”

If you had never felt death before, you just did at that very moment. You could’ve sworn your heart just stopped beating, and YOU stopped breathing. Maybe you had fainted too, who knows, but you vaguely remembered Tsukishima calling out to you in a panic and your faint, “I’m okay.”

~~**~~

After Tadashi’s death, you felt completely empty. Everything in your shared apartment never felt as if it’s a whole. Without him, everything just….felt like half to you.

Tsukishima’s voice when he told you exactly what happened echoed in your head as you sat on your couch, a cup of cold coffee in your hand.

He was coincidentally walking by the street when he saw there was a big commotion there. He decided to check it out and turned out the one laying on the street in a pool of blood was his own best friend.

He decided to wait for the doctor’s result before telling you about what had happened to Tadashi, hence why you didn’t know anything until late that evening.

Of course, you felt like shouting at him at the time, your anger and frustration of not knowing the news earlier would overtake your body and make you lash out at Tsukishima.

But you didn’t. Probably because he did it for the sake of you yourself too and you understood that. Or probably because the shock of receiving news of Tadashi’s death overwhelmed everything else you were feeling at that time.

You didn’t even get to say your sorry for yelling and getting mad at him that night. You weren’t even sure if the interactions you both had the morning before he left counted as you two already made up with each other.

If it didn’t, does that mean that Tadashi died, while you two were still in a fight?

You’re not sure anymore. Not without Tadashi by your side anyways.

The End

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mymoodwriting · 5 years ago

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Patience Is A Virtue

Mark/Haechan, Johnny/Haechan, Mark/Johnny, Johnny/Haechan/Mark

Genre: College/Yandere AU

Warning: Drugs, Aggression, Drunk, Hangover, Abuse, Pills, Needles

Words: 3K

Chapters:

Prompt: Haechan and Mark had been friends for years, and things were good that way. For almost a year they had been apart and when they come back together Haechan can’t help but think there could be more between them. One thing leads to another and a nice dinner date at Mark’s house becomes the start of Haechan’s worst nightmare coming true.

“Hae… you’re not Haechan.”

“No shit.”

Doyoung walked into the apartment, Jaehyun still confused over his presence. He closed the door and followed Doyoung who had gone to the kitchen, setting down a bag.

“Not that I don’t want to see you, but what are you doing here?”

“I came here to check up on Haechan.”

“Haechan? He’s not here.”

“What?” Doyoung looked worried. “Where is he?”

“Mark’s place, he texted me from Haechan’s phone and told me he showed up to his house drunk, passed out there.”

“Oh thank goodness, I was worried he was passed out in the streets for a second there.”

“Yeah, I was worried when he didn’t come home too, but I know he’s alright. Since you’re here, I guess you know what happened.”

“Mark didn’t tell you?”

“I’m not sure he knows, Haechan apparently passed out in his arms.”

“Oh, well, hate to break it to you, but Haechan got fired.”

“What? What happened?”

“A rude customer, shit got heated real fast. The manager fired Haechan as some kinda apology, it was sick.”

“Fuck, that sucks.”

“Guess you’re going to need to take it easy on him for rent.”

“He’s never needed to pay me. Still, when he gets back, I’m sure he’ll be happy to know you came to see him.”

“I’m just worried, he left with a bottle of alcohol, if he drank it all…”

“Don’t worry too much, Mark is looking after him.”

“Mark… so those two are a thing?”

“Yup.”

“About time. I was worried Johnny ruined dating for Haechan.”

“I’m sure Mark would have saved him from it if that was the case, those two are made for each other.”

“Do you think Mark knows? About Johnny?”

“Um… maybe? Haechan doesn’t like to talk about, I’m sure at some point it might come up.”

“Yeah. Well, I brought some hangover food, but if Mark’s looking after him then I guess you can have it.”

“That’s very kind of you, although I’d prefer to share it, you did buy after all.”

“You asking me to join you for breakfast?”

“What do I have to say to make the answer yes?”

“Hm… how about… pretty please.”

Jaehyun chuckled. “Doyoung, would you like to stay for breakfast? Pretty, pretty please, with cherries on top?”

“I do like cherries.”

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Haechan woke up with a terrible headache, stumbling to the bathroom so he wouldn’t throw up in the room. He ended up in the tub, managing to turn on the shower head and just sit there with the water raining down on him. Eventually there was a knock on the door and Mark’s head peeked in.

“Well… that’s an interesting scene.”

“Ah… hey…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah… just… massive hangover…”

“Figured, you just showed up at my door last night and hugged me before passing out.”

“Uh… I’m sorry… I should have gone home…”

“It’s okay, I’m actually touched you’d come to me in times of trouble. I’ll get you something for the headache, and some clothes.”

“Mark…”

“Hm?”

“About last night… what I said… it’s a bit foggy…”

“Oh, you just told me you got fired cause of some rude customer and that you missed Johnny cause he took good care of you.”

“I… I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“Crying to you… about him, that’s so insensitive to you.”

“I… I guess… you realize I have no idea who he is, right?”

“Ah… he’s… well… he’s my ex… and the one I have a restraining order against…”

“Okay… well I won’t ask, you can tell me someday if you want, I’ll be right back.”

Mark left in a hurry and Haechan started to feel awful. He should have lied about who Johnny really was and not just admit he was his ex like that. He probably made Mark feel bad, that he couldn’t live up to whatever Johnny had been for him. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t notice when Mark came back and turned off the shower head.

“Here, for the hangover.”

Heachan looked at Mark for a moment, he didn’t seem upset or anything, just the usual smile on his face as he held out some meds and a glass of water. Haechan took the pills and drank the water. Mark took the glass from him and then dropped down with a towel in hand, drying off Haechan’s hair.

“You know, with you coming over so often, maybe you should leave some of your clothes here, or just move in.”

Haechan chuckled. “Yeah maybe, but not these clothes, just burn them.”

“Alright then, never had a bonfire before, wanna roast marshmallows?”

“Maybe, sounds nice. Mark…”

“What?”

“Aren’t you mad, about what I said last night…”

“You mean Johnny? You wanna have an awkward exs conversation?”

“No… not really… I just don’t want you thinking I still have feelings for him.”

“I don’t think you do, I mean, you have a restraining order against him… besides you said that when you were drunk, you were scared and you wanted to fall into the comfort of something familiar, I get it. I hope I can be someone you confide in, someone who can make you feel safe.”

“You do… you make me feel safe… in a better way than he did.”

“Yeah? Well, points for me. Get out of those wet clothes okay, before you catch a cold.”

“Okay.”

“Good, I’ll be right back.”

Mark gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading out. Haechan stayed in the water for a bit longer before getting out and taking off his wet clothes. He threw them back in the tub, grabbing a towel to dry himself off and then wrapped it around his waist. He hung around the room for a while before deciding to go out and look for Mark himself.

“Mark?”

He got no response, stepping out into the hall. His head still hurt but he figured he was good to walk. He went over to Mark’s room, trying to enter but found the door locked. He knocked, calling out for the other but he got no response. He was starting to get annoyed, banging on the door.

“Haechan… what are you doing?”

Haechan turned around to see Mark walking towards him, clothes in hand. He looked back at the door he was knocking on, feeling even more stupid than before. Mark approached him, trying to hold back a laugh.

“You still drunk?”

“I… maybe… that’s not your room right?”

“No, that’s the other guest room.”

“Oh, wait, why is it locked then?”

“It’s very clean, don’t want someone accidentally walking in. My rooms over there.”

“I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not, come on, get some clothes on before I get any ideas.”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“You were drunk a few hours ago, someone would say I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Maybe I want you to take advantage of me.”

“Careful, I might get tempted, but no, get dressed.”

Mark got Haechan back into the guest room, laying back on the bed. Haechan blushed a bit but had no trouble dressing in front of the other. Of course Mark’s eyes weren’t glued to him, but he definitely snuck a peek every now and then.

“Can I ask you to stick around this time?”

“Yeah, was gonna stay anyway, if I go home Jaehyun is gonna have so many questions.”

“I’ll take care of you then, promise, what do you want for breakfast?”

“Um…” Haechan laid down with Mark. “Cake.”

“Cake? You wanna bake a cake? Now?”

“Cake for breakfast sounds delicious, but we don’t have to bake it.”

“So you just want me to go out and buy a cake?”

“My treat.”

“You’re ridiculous, and still drunk, how about I just make you a stack of pancakes you can drown in syrup and whipped cream.”

“Do you have chocolate chips?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes it is, you wanna go lay on the couch or you wanna stay here?”

“Couch, so we can talk, and watch cartoons.”

Mark giggles and kissed Haechan, the two then heading over. He cooked while the other watched TV, having small little conversations to pass the time. When the food was done Mark set the table and called Haechan over to eat. He was very excited about the pancakes, going all out on the sugar, happily eating.

“After breakfast we can get you some clothes.”

“Guess you only have one guest room now.”

“What?”

“Oh I just… well… if I’m gonna leave some clothes here, kinda seems like one of your guest rooms is technically mine now.”

“You got a point there, maybe you can decorate later.”

“Can I paint it?”

“No.” Mark laughed. “You’d make such a mess.”

“I would not.”

“It’s still technically a guest room, just your guest room.”

“Fine, maybe some pictures, if that’s alright with the landlord.”

“Perfectly fine. Do I get a guest room at your place?”

“I don’t think we have one.”

“Then I guess your room is my room.”

“Can’t say I mind.”

After cleaning up the mess of dishes from breakfast Haechan took Mark to his place. He figured since it was still early Jaehyun might be asleep so he warned Mark to be quiet. When they walked in they heard laughter. Haechan quick to walk in, wondering who the hell was in the apartment.

“Doyoung?”

“Oh, hey, Haechan, you look better.”

“Really?” Haechan glared at Jaehyun. “So I don’t show up one night and you go on about your-”

“Mark texted, chill. He told me you went to his place drunk so I knew you were safe.”

“He did?”

“Yeah…” Mark walked in behind Haechan. “Probably should have mentioned that sooner, my bad.”

“No… my fault.” Haechan mumbled. “Sorry, I just came to get a change of clothes.”

“It’s okay, getting fired is-”

“You told him that!”

“No, I did.” Doyoung added. “That one is my bad then…”

“No… no it’s not… I just…”

Haechan felt a headache coming on and just went to his room. The other three looked at each other in silence before Doyoung followed after him, he was there to see the boy after all. Mark felt a bit awkward.

“Hey… long time no see.”

“Yeah, we need to catch up.”

“I’d like that.”

“I’m sure the time will present itself, for now you gotta look after Haechan.”

“I’ll have him home sometime on Sunday.”

“You better. You should go check on your hungover bae.”

“Right, promise I won’t steal your roommate.”

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“You had me worried, we were all worried.”

Doyoung went into Haechan’s room, watching the boy put some clothes into a backpack. It was a bit concerning.

“Haechan, you need to rest. You took a bottle on your way out and if you drank it al-”

“What if I did? Not like you can do anything.”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“You don’t seem fine. You drank that all by yourself. We were all worried about you.”

“No shit, I was the one fired.”

“Okay. I get it, you’re pissed, but you don’t have to take it out on me.”

Doyoung stormed out of the room, passing Mark on the way out. Haechan knew he was right, and he couldn’t completely blame it on being hungover. When he turned around to go apologize he bumped into Mark.

“Oh, sorry.”

“You’re fine. I… I just need… I need to lie down.”

Haechan collapsed on the bed, eyes shut, holding his head. Mark felt a bit guilty, he probably shouldn’t have let Haechan go out so soon. He sat down, grabbing the backpack and setting it down.

“You doing okay?”

“My head hurts and I was just an asshole to Doyoung. I want to blame the alcohol but that’s not fair.”

“You just need more rest, and fatty foods to help sober you up properly. Let’s get you home and-”

“Home?” Haechan smiled. “Pretty sure I call this place home… but I guess your place is my home too.”

“Of course it is. You just lay there, I’ll pick out some more clothes.”

“Okay.”

Mark smiled and kissed Haechan before looking around his room for clothes. He took his time though, having not been there before. Back before he left for his trip, Haechan had a place on campus, they both did, a lot has changed.

♥♥♥♥♥

“You okay?”

Jaehyun saw Doyoung come back to the kitchen, looking pissed. He plopped down in his chair, trying to calm down.

“Yeah… Haechan’s just… still drunk I guess.”

“I see…”

“He’s honestly been so grouchy these last few days, no wonder he got fired.”

“Really?”

Doyoung sighed. “Guess it rubbed off on me, sorry.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell.”

“Thanks.”

“Yo.” Mark got their attention. “We’ll be going now.”

Haechan still seemed tired, slightly leaning against Mark. Jaehyun was still worried, Haechan wasn’t one to get drunk like that, but he trusted Mark to look after him.

“Alright, don’t do anything stupid.”

“We won’t, promise.”

“Sorry.” Haechan said. “Didn’t mean to yell at you, Doyoung.”

“I’ll say you’re still drunk, but apology accepted.”

The words brought a smile to Haechan’s lips, the two then heading out. Jaehyun saw them out before coming back. He froze when he saw Doyoung with a snack bag.

“No!”

He ran over and took them from Doyoung, the boy staring at him dumbfounded. Only then did Jaehyun realize what he had done. He looked at the bag then back at Doyoung.

“I’m… I’m sorry… these are Haechan’s… he doesn’t like people eating them…”

“Oh… well I only had a few… sorry. I shouldn’t have just gone through your food…”

“No, I’m over reacting too.”

“I’ll replace them.”

“It’s fine, I think he won’t… Mark got them for him, breakfast snacks, no point replacing them ya know.”

“Shit.”

“I’ll tell him I did it, if he finds out, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, yeah okay… I should get going…”

“I didn’t mean to be a dick.”

“It’s not you… I just have things I need to get to. Saw Haechan, he’s good, and so am I. Thanks for breakfast.”

“You bought it, so, I should be thanking you.”

“We should hang out sometime, properly, gimme a call, we can set a date.”

“Will do.” Jaehyun blushed. “Have a nice day.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“How about we have some drinks?”

Haechan was looking at the different bottles of wine and other alcoholic beverages Mark had. Some were pretty old. Mark took the bottle Haechan had and put it back.

“How about no, you shouldn’t be drinking so soon. Don’t want you to become an alcoholic.”

“I won’t become an alcoholic.”

“Famous last words. We can just have some soda.”

“But Mark.”

“Come on, we can watch some movies, I’ve been gone a while, you gotta show me all the cool ones.”

“Okay. Do you have popcorn?”

“Yeah.”

“Make some.”

Haechan kissed Mark before going to the living room, using his phone to look through the most recent releases. Mark got some popcorn in the microwave when his phone buzzed. He checked the messages, frowning over what he read. He sighed, grabbing some soda. When he opened the medicine cabinet he stopped for a moment.

“Mark! You coming!”

“Yeah, just getting a bowl.”

Mark grabbed a pill bottle, popping the soda caps and slipping a pill into one of the drinks. He went to put the drinks down on the kitchen table, telling Haechan which was his before going back for the popcorn. When he returned Haechan grabbed a handful, happily smiling with cheeks full of food.

Halfway through the movie Haechan had fallen asleep. He always looked so cute when he slept, he decided to put him to bed after the movie, wanting to see it through. Of course that didn’t happen, the TV suddenly turning off. Mark sighed, looking back to see Johnny, arms crossed, remote in hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching a movie…”

“Right. Go clean up the mess you made.”

Johnny took Haechan in his arms, carrying him to bed. Mark watched him go before getting up and doing as he was told. He had been cleaning out the bowl when he heard screaming. For a second he thought he was just hearing things but then he heard it again.

“Haechan!”

Mark bolted to Haechan’s room, only to crash into Johnny. The older one held him back, all he could do was stare at the door and hear screams.

“Let me go!”

“Sh, sh, sh, he’s fine.”

“No! He needs me!”

“They’ll be plenty of opportunities in the future to look after him. This is for his own good.”

“What did you do?!”

Mark was pinned to the wall, receiving a punch to the stomach. He doubled over, out of breath, then Johnny pulled on his hair so he’d look up. Johnny had rage in his eyes, but the rest of his exterior was calm.

“When did you start thinking for yourself?” He had a grin on his face. “Being around Haechan isn’t good for you is it? Clouding your judgement. I think you need a reminder as to who you answer to!”

“No! No, I’m sorry!”

“Of course you are.”

Johnny yanked Mark back up to his feet, pinning him against the wall. He stared at the boy before kissing him. Mark didn’t kiss back, more shocked than anything. When Johnny pulled back he had a smug look on his face.

“My poor little pet has forgotten who loves him.” He kissed at the boys neck, eliciting a moan out of him. “Have I been neglecting you? Do you miss me? Is that it?”

“Johnny… please…”

“I would love to spend the night with Haechan, but I think you need me more. Come on.”

Mark was pulled by his hair to Johnny’s room. Johnny got him out of his shirt and laid him back on the bed, kissing down his chest. He tried to get the other to stop but then felt a prick on his neck.

“No!”

“Sh, you’ll be alright.” Johnny pinned him down. “We’re just gonna have some fun.”

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ayeateez · 5 years ago

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The Hunger Games AU - Part 2 - Park Seonghwa

Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, blood, death

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word Count: 4.9k

Part 1 - Choi San

I held my head in my hands, tears running down my cheeks as my body burned from crying. I lost both San and Jongho. I don’t remember exactly what happened after San died, but they told me I wouldn’t let go of his body, how I was screaming at them to bring him back, how I said I’d kill myself right then and there... they said I was cuffed so I couldn’t do any harm to myself.

The sudden knock on my door shook my out of my thoughts.

“Y/n... we’re back at 12” she said before closing the door. There was no doubt my team felt bad for me, losing both my childhood best friend and my.. I don’t even know what to call him. Was he considered my boyfriend? We’ll call it that for now, but I loved them both... what is life going to be like without Jongho? Climbing onto rooftops and star gazing, wrestling with each other, seeing how far we can throw rocks into the forest...

I wiped my tears, standing up and grabbing my very little things, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible, my eyes bloodshot red, dark purple bags under my eyes from not sleeping, tear stains running down my face.

I made my way off of the train as people watched, the stared and observed my state, a few cheering, trying to get the mood up. I spare a few quick glances at the crowd, before covering my face and moving forwards, towards the new house I had earned due to winning.

Walking in, I looked around. The door shut behind me and I was all alone. I walked around, my mind blanking as I ran my fingers over the smooth mahogany. The crystal table decoration was perfectly angled to have the sun shine in my eyes, I moved on to other rooms.

I leaned on the balcony in the room I had claimed to be mine, as it looked out on the forest and sky. Jongho would’ve loved this. The sun was setting, the sky was a calming orange-pink, moon slowly starting to show.

A rustle from the trees caught my eye as I saw a young man, who couldn’t have been more than 18, sneaking out of the woods and back through our fence. It was supposedly electric, but they never turned on the power. We made eye contact and he froze. His eyes were begging me not to tell anyone, and I just nodded as he ran off, holding a few dead animals.

•

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” The young man asked after bumping into me, helping me up. I looked at his face, he was the guy from a week ago. I could tell he recognized me too. I slowly nodded. He was handsome, but not like San... what would San want? Would he be okay with me trying to move on? Of course he would, right? He couldn’t possibly expect for me to stay like this forever... he’s dead.

“Yeah... I’m fine. Are you okay?” I spoke for the first time since my victor tour. His eyes looked me up and down as he nodded.

“Damn you’re beautiful... I mean- ah shit I didn’t mean to say that out loud I’m sorry...” he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. I laughed

“It’s okay... you’re handsome too” I complimented him back and a blush slowly crept onto his cheeks. He looked away, not knowing what to say.

“I should probably leave you to what you were doing... it must be important” he laughed.

“Only if you call walking around important, then yes” I said, making us both chuckle.

“Then do you maybe... wanna hang out or something?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Sure, why not?” I agreed and he smiled at me. The field wasn’t too far away, and the sun was just setting. It hadn’t rained in awhile, therefore the grass should be dry. We talked the short way there, getting settled on a small patch of grass. Was this a date? Could it be considered a date?

“I’m Seonghwa, by the way. You’re Y/n, the 72nd victor, yeah?” He introduces himself, and me, which was a little weird but everybody knows me... especially now cause I had some sort of relationship with San. I stumbled over my words at District 1.

“Y-Yeah... 72nd victor” I laughed awkwardly.

“I know you might get this a lot and I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what’s it like in the games?” He asked out of pure curiosity, brow furrowing as he tilted his head slightly, leaning back on his hands. I thought for a bit.

“Terrifying. Anything and everything can mean the difference between life and death. Air you breathe? Could be poisoned. Water you drink? Could be infected and unclean, and the thing is, you never get away from it, even if you win. I still have to mentor future tributes. You’re always going to be associated with the games” I explained, and his eyes widened.

“Next year is going to be my last reaping... I hope I don’t get picked” he sighed.

“Me neither. I want them to stop the games... I wish we could overthrow the capital...” I laughed slightly.

“Don’t say that here... someone could be watching or listening” he said panicked, and I laughed.

“Why would the capital be spying on us?” I asked.

“Well,,, you’re a victor, you lost your boyfriend in the games, and you’re on a date-“

“Date?” I asked.

“I-I mean um not date... it can be if you’re okay with it but um-“

“God, you’re panicked. Calm down” I smiled at him, patting his shoulder. He let out a breath as he relaxed his body.

“Do you get nightmares?” He asked. I froze and thought about it for a moment.

“Yeah... yeah I do. Most tributes/victors do. I mean, you have to kill people that are mostly innocent, you’re fighting to the death, of course it’s going to scar you” I said with a small laugh at the end. He’s probably confused as to why I keep laughing.

We went on for hours, talking to each other about the most random things you could ever possibly think of. He was kinda like Jongho, he could be my new best friend if I wanted him to be, but he was also kinda like San, too. He constantly asked about the games, like if he ever got chosen how should he prepare himself, it was kinda like I was his mentor, except he probably won’t get picked, hopefully anyways. I thought I wasn’t going to get picked, but what happened?

•

“Seonghwa, get away from there!!” I laughed at him as he stuck his face near the oven.

“Why?” He asked, a playfully smile growing on his face.

“You’re gonna burn yourself, especially your face. Then you won’t be handsome anymore!!” I joked and he stepped back.

“Not handsome? You can’t call me not handsome, I’m basically your boyfriend~” He giggled, hugging me, however, it was just a trap to tickle me, oh boy.

“Seonghwa stop!!” I giggled out, and he only shouted a “no!” before tickling my neck. I let out shrieks and screams as it got harder to breathe with the way I was laughing. He finally stopped, though.

“Boyfriend?’ I asked and regretted asking that because he only started to tickle me again.

“This is torture!!!” I yelled. He only laughed in response, that evil bitch.

As we got settled down, I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Hwa, what did you mean by you’re basically my boyfriend now?” I asked.

“Well, we act no different then a normal couple… I like you, I think you like me… the only thing that’s missing is titles, but we don’t need them” He sighed, putting his arm around me.

“You think I like you?” I giggled. His face flushed a bright red.

“I- well… uh… yeah…” He looked away from me. He only became even redder and shocked as I pulled him in for a kiss. He let out a surprised gasp before kissing back instantly.

“You shouldn’t get too attached to me though...” he said, slightly out of breath from our kiss.

“Why?” I asked.

“When is the next reaping?” He asked. I sat back from him a little.

“Few months, why?” I asked suspiciously. He shrugged.

“What if I get picked-“

“Seonghwa, no. Don’t say that, I can’t imagine losing you..” I sighed, bringing him closer to rest my forehead on his, my heart breaking at the thought of losing Seonghwa. He pulled me onto his lap, kissing me once more.

“So, am I your boyfriend now?” He asked all giggly.

“Hm, let me thing about it...” I joked and he pouted.

“Yes” I said and he smiled brightly at me. Not the “I’m in pain” smile but his real, beautiful smile. I curled up on his lap, and he hugged me tightly.

“As much as I’d like to stay here, I have to go now. I’ll be back later tonight if I can sneak out, though” He sighed and I pouted.

“Do you really have to?” I asked. He nodded.

“I mean, unless you want me to get my ass whoops” He shrugged. I sighed before letting him go.

“But I’ll see you later” He pecked my lips once more before leaving.

•

With reaping day a week away and Seonghwa’s questions about the games coming back makes me nervous and suspicious. What was he planning on doing? Maybe he’s just trying to be prepared if he gets picked. I really hope he doesn’t get picked, I can’t lose another one. Especially cause I’ve known him longer than San.

“Baby, you’ll still be with me, even if I get picked, right?” He asked.

“Stop asking these questions, Seonghwa! You’re making me think about losing you, about you dying! Just stop!” I yelled, a single tear running down my face.

“Baby...” Seonghwa said softly, placed his palm on my cheek to wipe away the tear. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me tightly, rocking us slowly while apologizing.

He didn’t speak of the games anymore after that, he stopped asking questions, but he disappeared into the woods more. He told me he was good at archery, maybe District 12 should be known for archery.

But I woke up this morning, heart already racing. It was Seonghwa’s last year, if he could just survive this reaping. Maybe I could live a happy enough life, here out in 12 with Seonghwa. I’ll never have kids, though. Not if the games are still going on.

I took my spot on the stage as a victor, watching everybody pile in. My eyes landed on Seonghwa and he waved at me, and I waved back.

“You’ve found someone new, haven’t you?” Katniss whispers into my ear. I nodded.

“This is his last year... if he can survive this year I might actually live a happy life” I chuckled, before all the talking died down and it started. I zoned out a bit until they did the actually picking of the names. They chose a small girl, who’s name I can’t remember. She looked around 17, if only she survived 2 more years.

My heart picked up the speed as the boys were picked. My eyes shut as I focused on the voice.

“Park Seonghwa”

My eyes shot open, watching Seonghwa make his way onto the stage, avoiding eye contact. Tears rolled down my blank face, trying to realize what was happening.

Seonghwa was going into the games.

•

“Y/n...” Seonghwa sighed as we all made our way onto the train.

“Y/n... please talk to me” he said, voice breaking. I looked up at him, both our eyes glossy with tears.

“What do you want me to say?” I snapped. Why on Earth was I mad at him? He had done nothing wrong, really. I just hugged him tightly before any other words were spoken.

“I guess all those times I spent answering your questions weren’t for nothing, huh?” I mumbled into his shoulder, sniffling.

“Yeah” he nodded.

“Whoa, what do we have here? A tribute and a victor? D-“

“Shut up!” I yelled, and whoever was talking instantly disappeared.

•

I watched with a small smile on my face as Seonghwa’s stylist added the final touches.

“How do I look?” Seonghwa asked, turning to you.

“Handsome” I smiled, leaning up to kiss his nose, making him blush a little.

“Uh, sorry to break the moment but he needs to be with the rest of the tributes” A stage director interrupted.

“Go steal the crowds heart” I cheered him on and he smiled at me once more before leaving.

“Say, Seonghwa. You’re quite handsome, is there any special girl back home at 12?” Caesar asked.

“Well uh, yeah but also no” Seonghwa laughed awkwardly.

“Oh, please elaborate” Caesar leaned forwards a bit.

“Yeah, um, I do have a girlfriend, but she’s um, here in the capital with me, and I know she’ll be cheering me on from the moment I step into the arena until the moment I win for her” Seonghwa smiled, making the crowd erupt into cheers of adoration.

“Wait wait wait, so does this mean you’re dating a victor?”

“Yeah, yeah I am” Seonghwa nodded, making the crowd, who was once going crazy over his sweet words, now whispering and wondering who. 12 only has 2 female victors, one of which is publicly taken, therefore I’m the only option left.

I hugged Seonghwa tightly, telling him how good he did once he came back from the stage.

“Are you hungry? You need to eat well, tomorrow you’re presenting to the game makers. Whatever you do, just make sure they’re watching you. Then the next day... you’ll be going into the games” I got quieter at the last part. It still hasn’t fazed me that there’s a chance I might now ever see Seonghwa again after he steps into the arena. Alive, at least. I don’t know where they keep the bodies, or whether they keep them or not, but I know I couldn’t handle seeing Seonghwa’s lifeless body.

“You’ll do great in there, just hit the target, get a good score and you’ll earn sponsors” I cupped his face and he nodded before heading into the waiting room. I’ve never personally see his archery skills, but he just has to be good with all the meat he brings back.

“Hwa, you need to eat” I sighed, trying to feed him but he shook his head.

“Look, I know you’re nervous, but you need to eat. Once you go into the games, you won’t get to eat very much. You need as much food as you can eat until the games, okay?” I gave him a small lecture, and he finally listened to me. I smiled a bit as I fed him, and he let me. It’s like we’ve switched rolls for once.

“Thank you...” he sighed after finishing his food.

“Look, try not to think too much of it, don’t overthink it. Try to make some allies, please. They really do help” I rested my palm on his cheek, making him look at me.

“We’ll get your score tonight and see from there, okay?” I asked, trying to sooth him a bit.

“Okay...” he mumbled.

It was pretty quiet between us for the rest of the day. They stopped having tributes get to know each other, probably cause of what happened between San and I, complete devastation and me refusing to go on my victory tour, people cheering for me because I murdered near innocent people.

We all huddle around the hologram, the fake tv as we waited for Seonghwa’s score to appear.

“Now moving onto District 12, Park Seonghwa with a score of... 10” Everybody’s eyes widened in shock as I hugged Seonghwa tightly, and he did the same.

“You’re gonna get sponsors, don’t worry, you’re gonna be just fine out there” I whispered and he nodded.

It was possibly our last night ever to sleep together, holding each other, his arms around me, so we held on tight.

“Shh, Hwa. Go to sleep” I shushed him.

“I just want you to know that... what ever happens in the games, I love you and I will never stop loving you” he sighed, running his fingers through my hair.

“I love you too, Hwa stop saying things like this, you’re gonna survive. You’re gonna win and we’re going to live happily...” I shut my eyes, wishing for what I just said to be true.

No more words were spoken, just pure silence but our breathing, savoring these moments together that might be our last. I’ll miss Seonghwa’s arms around me, his warm body encasing mine.

The next morning was silence. Very few words were exchanged from everybody, and the others could feel the tension in the room. Breakfast was quiet, uncomfortable.

The time I dreaded came quicker than it should’ve. I wished it was last night, or maybe months ago, where he wasn’t going into the games. I wished somebody had volunteered.

“Hwa, you’re going to do just fine” I tried to comfort him as he was shaking.

“W-What if I die-“

“Look, Hwa. You need to run from the cornucopia, or at least grab something near the edge. Dodge all knifes, arrows, swords, etc. Mingi and Hongjoong from districts 1 and 2 are beyond vicious. So is Yunho from 7. Stay away from them, or become allies. Odds are, you’re at the top of their kill list-“

“That doesn’t make me feel better, y/n!”

“Just run! Find water, find food, and stay warm. Whatever you do, DO NOT start a fire. Unless you want to get killed. And if you really have to... try to earn sponsors by faking a relationship” I sighed at the last part.

“But everybody knows about us-“

“Say we broke up. This is the last resort for survival, though. And preferably use the girl tribute from 12” I sighed again.

“Just... please stay alive. Please... you know how to kill, I’ll be waiting here for you, okay? I’ll be right here when you win” I pulled him close, resting my forehead against his before placing a soft kiss to his lips. The doors to the tube and his stylist opened.

“Goodbye, Seonghwa. Please come back to me...” I whispered.

“I will... I promise” he mumbled back, pressing one more kiss to my lips before walking into the room, then we were shut off. The games were supposed to start in 3 minutes.

Walking back to the room I was staying in, I turned on the channel where the games will be showing 24/7 until somebody wins. Of course there were different channels for each tribute, so of course I’ll be watching Seonghwa’s. Maybe switching to another every now and then, but I’m not sleeping until I know Seonghwa is safe and out of the games.

The countdown started, as all the tributes rose up from their tubes. The camera shower Seonghwa for a few seconds, making me miss him already.

“5...”

“4...”

“3...”

“2...”

“1...”

The horn blew as Seonghwa went right for the closest backpack, grabbing it and sprinting off into the woods. I watched as he tripped over himself, falling and rolling, but at least he was alive. He ran and ran until he collapsed, panting hard. Sitting against the tree, he checked his surroundings before looking what he got.

Rope, a knife, matches, and a water bottle. Empty, must I clarify. I hope he was thinking what I was thinking, water. He needed to find a water source ASAP. I watched Seonghwa used the dirt trick I taught him as he made his way closer to a water source, finally finding a small pond.

He sighed in relief as he filled up the bottle, drinking tons before topping it off and capping it. He explored part of the arena, his head snapping around at even the wind, just like I taught him to. I knew he was getting hungry and that he needed to find food, and he needed to find it quickly. He gets hungry easily, and will probably pass out if you don’t feed him.

Because throwing knives isn’t his thing, (I should know, he almost hit me instead of the target and I was standing right next to him) he was probably going to have to chase and strangle an animal or fish, possibly stab it. Then the cannons went off.

I counted a total of 14, which is a lot for the first minutes of the game. It’s usually only 11 or 12. This now means Seonghwa has a higher chance of winning. I spotted in the corner of the screen a squirrel scurrying down a tree.

I watched as he head snapped towards it’s direction and took off, chasing after it. The scene was a bit gory, but he strangled it. It was disgusting, but I can’t blame him. He’s just trying to survive. He stopped in his tracks and I could tell he was thinking for a bit. He can’t just make a fire. I mean he could, but the careers would find him in an instant and kill him.

But he did it anyways, looking out for any signs of another tribute. He cooked it until it was cooked just enough to eat before stomping out the fire and taking off, letting the wind cool the hot meat as he ran.

He climbed before settling in a tree, sighing as he hugged it for dear life, something he used to do with me. I flopped on my bed as it only showed him eating the cooked squirrel.

The sudden movement on the screen caught my attention as now he was in a life or death situation. He raced down the tree, now chasing someone with a knife. He’s close enough where if he threw it, there’s a low low chance he’d miss.

It seems like we’re sharing the same brain today, because he threw the knife and didn’t miss. He stabbed them again for... god knows what before making his way back to camp, smiling to himself as the cannon behind him went off. I couldn’t blame him for smiling, he just survived. He killed another tribute. A step closer to winning. A step closer to a happy life.

•

2 days went passed, and Seonghwa hasn’t done anything interesting. It just him, the careers, and like 3 other tributes. Nobody has died, besides the boy and girl from 10, the girl from 9 and the boy from 4. Who dies from falling out of a tree? They must’ve gotten stung by a tracker jacker and I just didn’t see.

He jumped on camera and looked around for a few seconds after a cannon went off. It was late at night, so he almost fell off the tree as the slide to honor the fallen appeared in the sky. The girl from 1. She must’ve not been a career, or she got herself killed somehow. Sometimes I wish it had shown how that tribute died, but I don’t want graphic details of the boy from 6 getting slit in the throat. It doesn’t matter, 1 less career to face, 1 less tribute to kill, 1 step closer to winning and 1 step closer to a happy life.

The next day is was the boy from 3. S there must be some type of poison of venom they don’t know of. The girl from 12 still hasn’t died yet, and I don’t like wishing for people to die, but if she gets herself killed, it’s just one more step closer to being with Seonghwa again.

The careers slowly died off 1 by 1 until it was just the boy from 2, Hongjoong, I think his name was. Short, leader of the pack, absolutely vicious. Terrifying. Could probably look in your direction and kill you like that. Terrifying. Did I mention the girl from 12 drank unsanitary water? Got herself an infection and died. Stupid, huh? You never know what’s in the water you’re drinking, and you just gotta hope.

At this point, half of the arena has burnt down, and it’s just Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Seonghwa is so close to winning, he can do it, I know he can. He found an abandoned bow with a quiver full of arrows yesterday, it honestly could’ve been a trap but his dumbass took it anyways. I’ll make sure to scold him for that after he wins. I need to stop being so confident, I might jinx it.

He ran away from the fire, sweat dripping off his face. He was already tired, had almost no food, barely slept and has had to sprint daily for a good period of time, if only I could take care of him.

My heart only dropped as he crashed into something. Someone. Hongjoong.

The evil smirk that grew on Hongjoong’s face and the look of terror made me jump onto my feet as I got closer to the screen, watching closely and carefully. Seonghwa tried to back up, but the fire blocked him. He was trapped in I’d say a 10x10 foot area surround by fire, now fighting to the death.

As Seonghwa regained he thoughts, he quickly loaded up an arrow, only for Hongjoong to knock the bow out of his hands, sending it into the fire.

“Come on Seonghwa... you can do it... you’re strong enough...” I mumbled, tears already threatening to fall at the though of losing him. Hongjoong threw Seonghwa’s arrows as well as his own weapons into the fire as well. How could Seonghwa let Hongjoong treat him like this? How come he wasn’t fighting back?

“Fight me like a real man” Hongjoong hissed. Seonghwa set his foot back, slowly walking backward as Hongjoong only approached him. He swung at Seonghwa, which was easily dodged. They were fighting. Fist fighting, how stupid. Seonghwa advanced, only for Hongjoong to step back and avoid Seonghwa’s fist. A move that Seonghwa wasn’t predicting was Hongjoong’s foot in his stomach as he stumbled back, collapsing at the edge of the ring of fire.

“No no no, Seonghwa no, push through, fight through it” I sniffled, a few tears running down my face as I watched Seonghwa get hurt. Hongjoong kicked him again and again to get him weaker, as he was already on the ground. If only Seonghwa hadn’t tried to block the kicks and grabbed his leg and swung him into the fire, then again, I couldn’t train Seonghwa to think like I do.

Hongjoong stood above him, smirking.

“I think you’re time has come, yeah?” He chuckled darkly, a sudden knife appearing as he twirled it around his fingers. Cheater.

“So sad, you wanted to go back home and live a happy life with your girlfriend, right? What was her name again? Ah yes, y/n? You mean the victor from last year? I can only assume she trained you. Looks like you didn’t pay too much attention, huh?” Hongjoong teases and leaned in a bit. Blood poured from Seonghwa’s nose and mouth, dirt covering his face and sticking to his blood-soaked clothes. He was too weak to respond.

“You’re just about useless. I’ll make you useful. You’ll be my final stepping stone to win this thing, yeah? How does that sound?” Hongjoong pinned his wrists so he couldn’t move as he traced Seonghwa’s jawline with the knife.

“Both of her little boy toys are gonna be killed the same way, except you couldn’t protect yourself, San was an act of bravery and love. You... look at you. You’re just a useless piece of shit. How could a girl like her fall in love with a boy like you? Maybe I could get her to fall for me? We’ll see about that. But for now, must I take care of this problem?” Hongjoong laughed at the end before Seonghwa let out a sudden scream, the knife passing through his stomach as Hongjoong only laughed. How could such a man claim he could make me fall in love with him as his hands were covered in my boyfriend’s blood?

“SEONGHWA NO!!!” I screamed, collapsing on the floor.

“You have approximately 8 seconds, anything to say?” Hongjoong cocked his head in fake curiosity.

“Y/n... I love you” Seonghwa’s voice croaked, before his body went motionless.

“SEONGHWA!!! SEONGHWA NO!!!” I screamed again, hitting the screen as a cannon shot went off. I had so much faith in him...

Hongjoong laughed as he became the new victor, the aircraft from the capital coming to gather him and Seonghwa’s dead body.

“I-I love you Seonghwa... please I love you... please don’t leave me like this...” I sobbed on my floor, my tears already puddling on the clean, dark hardwood.

“Please no... I love you Seonghwa... I love you...”

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