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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @yunsangoveryonder

Special requested by @monbaebes

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Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

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Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."

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fwkei · 3 years ago

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Remember...?

Draken x fem!reader (mainly fluff slight angst)

Finally got my first request yall 🥳 I couldn’t strictly follow the request like i wanted to but i hope thats alright, the gist is still there. anyways thank you sm for it and i hope you enjoy

TW/CW: Mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex work

WC: 7k (omg the most ive ever written🙆🏻‍♀️)

Note: I changed my writing style a bit for this request so i hope yall don’t mind! and again i dont read my stuff over so my apologies if theres any mistakes lmao

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You sat on the street, overheating as you watched the ‘heat waves’ coming off the ground. You held your hair up with one of your hands since you had nothing to tie it with, while the other held a lukewarm water bottle. You sighed, you felt so anxious and frustrated.

What now?

You thought letting your mouth part due to your heavy breathing

You took things too fast. It had been about 3 weeks since you left your parents ‘home’ and why did you leave? Well there were a number of reasons that are a bit too much to list, but all that matters now is that you’re completely and utterly on your own.

You only managed to scavenge small jobs here and there to get some money to buy some basic necessities but nothing more.

“Sorry Y/n, my niece is coming down to Tokyo and I told her she could have a job here and stay at the studio above...I’m gonna have to let go. I’m sorry.” said your boss to you only a couple hours ago, with pity filled eyes

“...No it’s fine really! I understand.Thank you for taking me in while you could.” you said bowing your head at the man, biting your inner cheek trying to keep a level head

“I’m happy you understand. You can leave your apron and hat on the cashier. On your way out.” he said patting your shoulder as you slowly brought your head up

“Right..” you said taking off your apron and hat as you walked slowly to the cashier, placing it down

You brought your hands to your temples out of stress, trying to figure out what you could do now. You only had very little money, and there was a heat wave striking Japan this week. At least your boss allowed you to live and pay rent in the small studio right above his store, which had an AC, but now that was for his niece.

This had been the first time in a while where you had no idea what to do. You had always been the type of person to be able to take care of yourself and your problems..on your own. All your life since you can remember, you always had to be the one to take care of others, not that you mind or minded...but you were only so young. You never really had a childhood, at least not that you can remember. You do remember cleaning up after your parents who lost all will just to even... parent. You remember taking jobs as a babysitter at a really young age in your apartment complex to make some money.. You remember being the reliable older kid of your school and complex, where kids would come to you asking for help with things like homework all the way to buying something for them to eat because they were hungry. Not once did you ever say no, because you really did want to be there for those kids who’s parents didn’t give them the care they needed. But it just became too much.. You ended up spending all of your saved up money on them, just so they could have something to play with or something to eat.

Before you even realized it, you were in your last year of high school, with no money saved over, no scholarships, no one to rely on but yourself. Not even a friend. Was it really the right thing to do? Use all your money that you worked so hard for to help kids he lived next door? Or just plain stupid? You knew you couldn't support them forever...but you tried so hard to. All you wanted was to give them a childhood they never had, and someone to look up too. But now you left them. All because you were frustrated. You felt so unbearably guilty. All the work you put into your studies to get at least some type of scholarship just went to waste because you couldn't handle your life anymore. You were being so so so stupid.

Before you even knew it, the sun was going down, and you grew even more tired and sleepy. You signed, taking a jacket out of your bag and placing it on the ground so you could rest your head on it. You brought your hands to cushion your cheek as your eyes started to close. The air finally got a little cooler making it easier to breathe and well...do anything.

As you were falling asleep you could hear chatter and laughing, and finally a tap on your shoulder waking you up. You cringed your eyes before opening them up more to see 2 women. One had blonde hair and the other had pinkish hair. They looked older than you, maybe in their 20’s. One held a bag and the other held a bottle of wine with two glasses, they bent down so their heads could be closer to yours. After examining you for a bit they turned to each other and smiled happily before turning back their gaze to your confused face.

“Hey?” you said sitting up more, a little startled by the intimate contact they were giving you

“Hey there, say...what’s a pretty girl like you sleeping on the street for?” asked the girl with pinkish hair that was tied into pigtails

“I uh..don’t have a place right now so..” you said scratching your head

“Really? Hmmm.” said he one with blonde hair

“How old are you? And what’s your name? I think we can help you out! Woman to woman!” said the pink haired girl smiling sweetly making you feel fuzzy at their niceness

“18, and it’s Y/n.” you said smiling nervously

“Nice to meet you Y/n, I’m Remi, this is Rema, my twin sister.” said the pink haired girl pointing to the blonde as she waved sweetly

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too..!” you said bringing your hands to your thighs smiling

“So did you just turn 18?” asked Rema

“Sorta, 2 months ago, why?” you asked

“Oh good!” they both said

“Well, it’s your choice really. One of the girls left today, and the boss sent us to scout another girl to take her place, buttt we just went to buy food with no intentions of finding someone but luckily we just found you! It’s perfect!” said Remi

“Oh? What work?” you asked getting excited

“Oh silly, we live in a brothel! It’s really not all that bad you know, great pay and rooms...so what do you think?” asked Rema

“A brothel..” you said under your breath

Your mind was in a serious state of concentration.

It can’t be all that bad, right? You just have to please people and go on with your day so… that’s what i've been doing my whole life… plus… there's a bunch of women in those things right? I probably won't get too much attention from customers if there's sweethearts like Remi and Rema walking around...so...just for the time being… I think it could really work out in my favor.

You thought to yourself

You brought your head up, giving the girls a closed eyes smile before shaking your head ‘yes’ making them jump in excitement.

“Oh good!” yelled Remi grabbing your hands

“I’m so excited! We haven't had a new girl in years! How do you think Ken will react?” asked Rema smiling as you 3 all started to walk

“Ken?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows at the familiar name

“Oh right, We’ll have to introduce you to him and everyone else tomorrow. He’s the bosses foster kid..I think you two are actually the same age.” said Rema bringing her pointer finger to her chin

“Mhm mhm! Oh and since you're new, tomorrow I will take your pictures for the board, you can borrow one of my sets till you can afford to buy one for yourself, how does that sound Y/n?” asked Remi smiling and holding your hand

“It sounds..great! Thank you so much.” you said bowing your head slightly

“No worries! Hopefully the boss will take you in.” said Remi patting your head

“Yeah..” you said as you 3 continued to walk to the brothel

You couldn't seem to get your mind off of that familiar name..Ken? You swore you knew someone named that. It definitely wasn't a popular name so it’s not like you knew it from some type of T.V program.. After thinking hard your whole way to your new home you couldn't seem to remember them. The person named Ken. And so you decided to brush it off for the time being.

The brothel was pretty big, and consisted of 12 girls, not including yourself. It was really late so everyone was asleep. Remi and Rema showed you to your room which was much more spacious than your room at home. They told you that you were allowed to decorate it and style it however you wanted. But they told you it was important to know that this was the room where business would be done, and not to leave important things around since some of the men came into brothels for the sole purpose of stealing. Remi even told you a story about how one of her clients tried to steal one of her panites, but then the boy named Ken stopped him by knocking him out with one punch to the stomach.

“He sounds strong-” you laughed as they gave you a small tour

“He sure is! Like the bodyguard of this place! He’s a sweetheart!” said Remi smiling

“I’m sure..!” you smiled

“Alright that’s about it, you should shower now and get ready for tomorrow. The boss will probably wanna take a look at you before seeing if he wants you. But I'm sure he will! You're pretty so it’ll go smoothly!” said Remi handing you her shower stuff for you to use for tonight and a set

“Got it, and again...thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” you said again

“Of course! Remember..we’re neighbors so feel free to knock whenever you need something..Also I can give you some tips before your first client so you know what to do.” she said smiling

“Right, goodnight then!..” you said feeling your face get hot at how she so easily talked about sex.

After that, you did exactly as she said, you showered. You thoroughly washed your body, face, and hair. Getting out you looked down at the set Remi gave you. It was just a black bra and matching panties with a silk cover up which made you feel better knowing you could cover up with that.

You rubbed your mouth as you started to rethink your decision. I mean...you respected sex workers..but was this life what you were willing to settle for? Aimlessly waiting around for some random horny man to choose you and do things with you just for you to get only 40% of the payment? Was this all really worth it? Leaving home to avoid your problems...to end up here? You were grateful, yes, Remi and Rema were so sweet and open with you. You could only hope that the others were just as nice. You really wanted things to go well, and that can only start with some good rest.

You woke up to a knock on your door, to see Remi and Rema walking in with a smile

“Morninggg!” they sang as you quickly got out of bed

“Hi!” you said frantically

“No need to rush! Usually men start coming in at 10, but since you don't work here officially yet you got to sleep in a bit! But the boss called for you, you should go to the set up room down the hall to get ready, remember it?” asked Rema

“Yeah I do. Thank you for waking me-!” you said smiling and grabbing your stuff and shoes

“Course, good luck Y/n!” they said as you quickly walked out of your room to get ready

As you walked in, there were a few other girls getting ready. You smiled and introduced yourself to them, and them to you. They were all so nice and pretty. It made you feel a little bit better about being here, and less nervous since they complimented your looks. You got ready in about 10 minutes, letting one of the other girls help you out with your hair and stuff like that. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror before stepping out and waving to the girls ‘bye.’

You nervously walked to the boss's door. You took a deep breath before knocking. You heard a muffled ‘come in!’ so you walked in smiling while holding your covering close. You gave a nervous closed eyes smile before seeing his office was simple, just a desk with a bunch of papers and a chair on the other side.

“Y/n, correct?” he asked placing down his paper and taking off his glasses to look at you

“Yes.” you said smiling

“Pleasure-” he said leaning over the desk to shake your hand

“Likewise.” you said smiling, shaking his hand firmly before sitting down

“Well, I’m sure Remi and Rema told you just about everything you need to know, I take 60% of your earrings, I use that stuff to pay for rent and bills for you girls and my kid… which usually takes up about 30% of that 60%, meaning you make a profit of 40, while I make only a profit of 30 per girl.” he said

“Yeah, I was told.” you said smiling nervously fiddling with your hands

“Good good, now that that's over with..” he said getting up ad signing

“I’m just gonna take a look at you, no need to be nervous I’m not gonna touch you or anything, so please don’t feel worried.” he said smiling

“Right!” you said getting up

“Alright just do a quick 360 with arms up.” he said smiling

“Okay.” you said doing as he said

He looked you up and down but not in a lustful way at all, it was more of like a ‘just seeing how you’ll hold up’ kinda look, almost like he was a bit worried for you.

“Thank you-” he said sitting back down as you did the same feeling nervous

“I was also told you’re 18? Right?” he asked looking down at his papers

“Yeah that's right.” you said

“Well I don't usually have this talk with the other woman because they're older. I know the age of consent in Japan is 16 and blah blah, but you’re still pretty young, are you sure you wanna work like this?” he asked looked into your eyes

“...Not entirely but it’s the best I can do right now.” you said with a determined face

“I see- we’ll then welcome, and just remember you can leave whenever you want, but give a 2 weeks notice. When Remi is done, ask her to take your picture.” he said

“Understood, thank you!” you said said smiling and leaving

You walked out of the room, closing the door carefully signing in relieve

That went pretty well.

You thought

You started to walk down the hall so that you could ask Remi to take your picture. But when you put your ear to the door, you heard lewd noises letting you know she wasn’t done just yet. It was already 5, and the brothel closes at 10. You didn’t really know what to do, so you walked over to the kitchen, sitting down at one of the stools waiting for Remi and or Rema to finish up with their work. You tapped the pen that was on the table and started to look around the kitchen. You remembered Remi told you there were snacks in the cabinets, so you got up and started to open and close them one by one to find something to eat. You finally found a cabinet filled instant ramen, you grabbed one and started to pour water into it, popping it into the microwave that was on the counter top. You stood in front of it waiting, playing with the loose strings of you covering when suddenly you heard the door open.

“I’m home.” said the tall boy with dark hair tied back to reveal a dragon tattoo on the side of his head

Is this Ken?

You thought as the microwave beeped, making his eyes turn to you

You quickly shot your eyes to the microwave, hoping he didn’t notice your stare. He looked so familiar it was almost irritating how you couldn’t remember him. You took the hot cup out of the microwave, placing it down on the counter top, ignoring his presence as he walked over, placing down the plastic bag in his hand, noticing your frustrated face trying to figure out where the utensils are.

“Left of the sink are where they are.” he said sitting down on the stool across from you after looking at your face a bit

“Thank you.” you said smiling nervously turning around to grab a pair of chopsticks

“Are you new here?” he asked taking out a styrofoam box from the plastic bag, opening it to reveal a hot meal of meat and rice and vegetables

“Yeah..I was supposed to start today but I don’t have my pictures taken yet.” you said smiling turning back to mix your noodles

“Could you grab me a pair too?” he asked realizing he forgot to take a pair of chopsticks from the restaurant

“Sure-” you said turning back quickly to grab some for him, placing it in his hands as he gave you a soft smile making your eyes widen slightly.

“You look familiar..” you both said at the same time making both your eyebrows raise in shock then turn into a slight scoff from the both of you

“Glad we’re on the same page then.” he said taking a bite of his food as you did the same still standing

“You know you can sit down, don’t feel nervous.” he said looking up you slightly

“..yeah.” you said smiling, walking around and sitting next to him.

“So when’d you come?” he asked turning his head slightly to see your mouth filled with noodles making him smile a bit

“..I came by last night, really late with Remi and Rema.” you said after finishing your bite

“I see...I feel like I remember you from somewhere, can’t pinpoint it though.” he said looking back down at his food

“Same here, and you must be Ken though, right? When I first heard your name I swore the same thing but I just can’t remember..” you said before sipping some of the broth of your soup

“Yeah, but you can call me Draken and your name?” he asked getting up to grab a napkin from across the table

“Draken...sure! Oh right, my bad. It’s Y/n. Nice to meet you-” you said smiling holding your hand out for him to shake

He only completely shot up to look into your eyes with his wide ones. You gave him a confused look as you watched him get knocked out of his thoughts, bring his hand up to shake your hand before clearing his throat and walking back over to sit. Maybe you struck a nerve? Maybe had the same name as someone who hurt him in the past? You really didn’t know but it made you feel interested. He looked like he just had his life flash before his eyes or something.

“Are you okay?” you asked

“Uh yeah, I’m fine. My head just hurts a bit.” he said looking as if he was deep in thought

“Oh? I have some tylenol in my room.. You want one? Or I can make you a cold drink, you’re probably dehydrated?” you asked smiling a bit

Draken turned his head to look at you, his mouth was parted, and he just looked so..anxious? You couldn’t even tell, almost like congested because he wanted to say something.

Draken felt his heartbeat quicken when he heard your name. As soon as you said it, a random memory that was buried deep in the back of his mind hit him as he quickly re-lived it. But could it really be you? The Y/n he knew from so so so long ago? Around 10 years ago? There could be no way, he remembers the girl moving to a different city..the chances were so low that it could really be you already.

But the second you said those words.. Those words of offering to make something for him, or give him something, despite you thinking you only just met him...Made him know that it was really the Y/n he met when he was only a little boy...but how the hell did you turn up here? In a place and part of town like this? He was so confused and just wanted to ask you...but you still didn’t remember him.

“..No I’m alright, thanks..can I ask you somethin-” said Draken before being interrupted

“Y/n!! Come on, let's take your pictures!” yelled Remi coming out of her room waving as a man walked out too buttoning his shirt

“Sorry, just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later.” you said smiling and standing up and walking over to Remi

Draken watched you as you walked away. He saw Remi give you a hug, and the man that was walking out checked you out to which Draken gave him a pissed off look. Making the man smile nervously, wave, and leave.

Do you really wanna live your life like this, Y/n?

He thought to himself before packing up his trash and throwing it away

Remi took your pictures, telling you to do different poses etc, and you finally settled on one. You walked over to the front of the house to place your picture in its designated area above your name. You signed, stepping back to look at it, fixing your gaze to see Draken was walking over with his hands in his pocket, looking as he was going to leave. You saw him glance at the photo making you feel slightly embarrassed.

“Nice.” he said smiling but looking into your eyes in a way where it looked like he was concerned for you.

Just as you were about to thank him a man walked in and started looking at you making you feel nervous. The man requested you, and so you smiled at him pointing your hand to where the showers were, as you started to walk behind him, you turned your hand giving a thumbs up to Draken with a nervously flushed face, smiling, as he he brought his hand up giving you a thumbs up with soft and concerning eyes before opening the door and leaving. It made your smile fade slightly, you’ve seen that face before from him. But not from today.. And it was all you could think about during your work.

As you laid in your room, after work you couldn’t help but feel a little bit...stupid? You felt so unsatisfied, not because of your customers but because you just couldn’t remember. It felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch hard enough, and with every interaction you had with the boy almost felt like a tease, like the itch just became more itchy and your scratches just became more weak. Maybe if you spend more time with him, you’ll remember?

It had been about 4 weeks, 4 weeks of saving your money, and every 4 weeks the boss collected his fair share of the cut. It wasn’t a pretty 4 weeks, it was probably the worst 4 weeks of your life. But... you and Draken would often exchange stories about your lives late at night which you enjoyed a lot. It always makes you feel better. But yet again you still couldn't figure him out. You felt as though you’ve met him before, and as though you two have had these kinds of talks before.

Draken only grew more and more helpless, seeing how you still haven’t remembered. He was slowly watching your life crumble. He felt so angry that you settled and believed you deserved to live like this, barely scraping by. He felt so awful, and saw how you grew so tired of it all. He just so badly wanted you to remember him, so that he could once again talk to you like he did before.

You had one last customer before closing, going through your usual routine, this n that, the man offered you a drink. You stupid obliged drinking it, hoping it would make your time more enjoyable but you were wrong, so very wrong, and so very stupid for drinking that stupid drink. You remember some parts, you did your job, then it all went black.. You woke up after hearing knocking on your door. You jumped out of bed, confused. You remember seeing the man leave as you started to fall asleep but that's about it. Usually you never fall asleep after the work because you never do much, your mind started to panic. But the door opened revealing Remi smiling.

“Hey sleepy! Boss says it’s your turn, come on, get your cash!” she said smiling

“Right let me just..it’s in my drawer..I don't know why I fell asleep so fast I think alcohol makes me sleepy.” you said getting out of bed and kneeling in front of your drawer to get the envelope of cash you had been saving.

“Heh, same here. I never accepted drinks from clients..they never had good intentions with that!” she said coming over and sitting at your bed

“..yeah.” you said starting to feel that panic arise in your body when seeing the envelope was...gone.

“What's wrong?” asked Remi noticing you were frozen

“I- the money..It’s gone..he took it..” you said with wide eyes feeling as though you were about to sob realizing you had just lost thousands of yen.

“Don’t say that..it..it probably just got misplaced! Come on, I'll help you look!” said Remi getting up

You couldn't even respond because of the amount of panic you were in. Your heart was racing and you felt tears fall from your eyes. After about 15 minutes of looking, you two found nothing. Absolutely nothing. You sat on the floor with your hand over your mouth, again, trying to keep a level head.

What now..?

You thought to yourself feeling hot tears stream from your face.

“Hey..guys? Boss is calling for you Y/n..what’s going on?” asked Rema walking in seeing you covering your face, crying

“She was robbed by the guy who just left, he put something in her drink to knock her out while he looked around and took the money...she doesn’t have the money.” said Remi

Rema’s mouth parted in shock and pity.

How could you mess up something so easy? All you had to do was keep your money safe. But you even failed at that.

“You have to tell him, Y/n.” said Rema rubbing your back

“Yea..yeah, could you two just give me a second? I’ll be right out.” you said smiling while wiping your face

“Sure.” they said frowning and walking out

You fisted your hands, and grabbed your covers before screaming into them to muffle your sounds..

Okay..it was a couple of thousand yen...not too bad right? I can promise the money by tomorrow..I’ll pick up some sort of street job...yeah! That’s good. Everything is fine..it’s fine.

You thought to yourself before wiping your face on more time and slapping both sides of your cheeks to wake you up.

You got up and walked to the bosses door feeling the eyes of people on your back. You knocked on the door before opening it slowly, refusing to make eye contact as you went to stand in front of the man with your arms behind your back.

“Alrighttt, let’s see here, in the last four weeks you had a total of 37 customers, so you should have around 300,000 yen, correct?” he asked looking at his paper

“Yes.” you said still looking down

“Alright, just hand it to me so I can count and divide it, you can sit.” he said smiling holding his hand out

“I..I don-” you said before being interrupted by a knock

“Come in.” he said

“Hey sorry dad, Y/n left her money with me while she went out. Thought I should bring it to her. Remember, Y/n?” said Draken walking in with an envelop in his hand smiling as he came to stand next to you, as you nodded your head ‘yes’

“Oh, thank you Ken.” he said smiling and taking the envelop

Your mouth parted as you gave a confused look, Draken only smiled and gave you a thumbs up while his dad counted the money. You felt so guilty and shocked, and all you could do was just stand there, like an idiot.

“Here you are...120,000 back..” he said, patting the money on the table to make it flat, putting it back into the envelope and handing it to you

You hesitantly brought your hand to grab it, glancing over at Draken who gave you small smile

“Thank you-” you said to him seeing Draken was already opening the door to leave

You quickly followed after him as he walked into his room. Before entering his room he turned around and looked down at you

You felt your eyes soften as you felt as though you were about to cry again, you tilted your head and neck down biting the inside of your cheek to keep in your cry.

“I promise I’ll pay all of it back by tomorrow, all 300,000.” you said

“Do you ever give yourself a break?” he asked as you brought your head up to look at him seeing he looked almost irritated

“You didn’t even ask why I did it, you just immediately jumped to feeling guilty. And you don’t need to pay me back. Really.” he said bringing his hand to close to the door, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist making his breath hitch

“Why?” you asked looking into his eyes

“You still don’t remember? Even after all this time we’ve spent together?” he asked smiling as you took your hand off his wrist

“Remember...?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, but then it suddenly hit you

“I swear it wasn’t me! I didn't steal!” yelled a little boy with blonde hair as two cops stood in front of him

You tilted your head and walked closer, but still keeping your distance to hear. It was a winter day and you were on your way to the corner store to buy some snacks, but you were met with an interesting scene. You kept your hands in your pockets as you listened over to the boy screaming and pleading his innocence

“I wouldn’t steal something so stupid! What would a kid like me need a lighter for!! I don’t know how it ended up in my pocket! Lay off!” he yelled as the officer dangled the lighter in front of his face

A lighter?

“Keep it down! We know how troubled you kids are here! Especially with those tattoos!” yelled back the cop as the boy grew angry and fisted his hands, ready to punch the cop

“Hey!!!” he heard a voice yelled

“Hey wait a minute!” you yelled waving your hand smiling as you ran to the scene

“Can we help you?” asked one of the cops in a soft tone

The blonde boy grew quiet, and you saw his hands loosen as he looked at your smiling face

“Yeah, why are you two yelling at my brother?” you asked furrowing your brows at the two grown man

“...Your so-called brother stole a lighter from the corner store right behind you, where are your parents? We would like to have a word with them.” he said standing up straight

“Yeah, and talk about how they let their son tattoo himself already..” said one under his breath making the other laugh

You looked over at the boy growing angry, you gave him a smile..making him calm down.

“He said it was just an accident, I asked him to pick up a lighter from the store so that we could light a candle at our father’s grave! See!” you said digging into your bag to pull out a candle

“He probably felt pressured because I asked him to get it, so if you’re gonna get mad at someone, get mad at me!” you said as you started to fake cry

“It’s our father's death anniversary, and you're yelling at kids for making a mistake.” you faked cried

“Yeah!!” yelled the boy making you smile under your hands as the two officers became anxious, feeling bad for what they had just done.

“..we’re sorry. Please let us apologize.” they said slightly bowing at you two

“I don’t think we can accept it...you two also made fun of the dragon tattoo on his head!...dragons were our dads favorite animal. He risked his life fighting for Japan and you two are laughing at him! Is that how your mother taught you how to behave?” you asked pretending to wipe you tears as the blonde boy watched you in awe seeing you toy with grown men

“Please let us treat you both to whatever you’d like from the corner store as an apology!” they both said bowing lower making you smile and look back at the boy. You gave him a thumbs up as a smile grew on his face

“Fine..come on then?” you said as both the officers raised their heads, opening the doors of the corner store for you both

You and the blonde boy walked around the store, filling your baskets with all types of things. The blonde boy watched you in just pure awe as you walked around picking your favorite snacks, as he did the same, glancing at you every now and then.

“Here.” you said smiling at the cops

“Right!” they said frantically taking out their wallets as the boy placed down his stuff nervously, still watching you

“Oh and-” you said reaching your hand to grab the lighter from the officer and placing it into the bunch of snacks

You smiled, your hands were behind your back as you watched the officers pay for yours and the boys' food, placing them into bags for you guys too. You grabbed the lighter and your bag, as the boy did the same

“Mom told us to meet her at the cemetery steps, remember?” you said looking into the boys eyes

“..yeah, I remember.” he said smiling feeling his face become hot

“Let’s go then.” you said smiling and taking his hand as you two ran out of the store

After a bit you two stopped and sat on the curbside while you both chose a snack to eat.

“Here’s your lighter, you don’t have to stay with me by the way.” you said handing him the steel lighter

“..Thanks” he said

“Sure- what do you need it for anyway?” you asked smiling

“My boss asked for it.” he said putting it in his pocket

“Oh, are you in some type of delinquent group?” you asked looking at him

“Yeah..” he said smiling

“That's cool, what do you guys do?” you asked taking a sip of your drink

“We kinda just...like...do stupid stuff and fight..” he said

“Sounds fun, but...stupid.” you said laughing making him scoff

“Why’d you do it?” he asked

“Do what?” you asked back turning you gaze to him

“Come in to cover me. You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble because of me.” he said with a frustrated face

“You’re right, I just wanted to, that's all.” you said smiling making his mouth part and cheeks redden

“You seem pretty fun too so I thought we could be friends or something..” you said nervously

“Yeah! Sure- We can be friends!” he said happily making you feel flustered

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Y/n, yours?” you asked holding over your hand

“Ken, but you can call me Draken-” he said taking ahold of your hand gently as you gave him a closed eyed smile blushing

“where the hell did you find that candle and com up with that whole sob story Y/n?”

“Dunno, I saw the candle on the ground by a newspaper, I kinda just winged it- “

After that day you remember hanging out with Draken almost every other day. You remember him telling you how he and his close friends started their own gang and needed some sort of funding, and so you gave it to him, on his birthday.

“I saved up! You said that you and your friends needed some money to start off so that you guys could buy a flag or banner? Right? Well, here’s 30,000 yen for your birthday!” you said handing him an envelope and a small balloon.

“Are-are you serious right now Y/n?” he asked taking the gifts, opening the envelope to look inside to see the money as his eyes lit up

“Yeah, I babysit more kids now so I was able to put some aside for you.” you said smiling satisfied with his reaction

He didn’t even say anything, all he did was bring his arms around you upper body, hugging you tight making you laugh as you brought yours to hug him back

“Thank you- you’re the best! The guys will be so happy!” he said smiling while grasping your wrists in excitement. Your eyes traced over his face as they soften. You smiled.

“Likewise.”

And- after that, you remember the day you 2 separated as friends. You both sat on the curbside, you remembered you called him to come and see you. It was a winter night and the sun was going down.

“I uh..well I don’t really know how to say this without sounding cliche but-”

“What? Are you gonna confess that you’re madly in love with me or something?” he asked grinning, making you sweat drop

“Jeez be quiet...I’m trying to make this a memorable moment-” you signed smiling, placing your palms on the cold cement

“Alright let’s hear it then Y/n-!” he said bringing his hands to the back of his head as he laid down looking up at the stars

You only frowned slightly, you shifted your position so that you could sit beside him and have a good look at his face.

“You’re scaring me..” he said jokingly making you smile

“It was really fun the past year.” you said smiling as Draken shot his head up to look at you face to face

“The hell are you talking like that for?” he asked furrowing his brows

“My parents can’t afford living in any districts in Tokyo anymore, so we’re moving to another city… about 4 hours train ride from Tokyo so-” you said looking down at your hands on the floor

“So? You act like I won't be able to come and see you or you come and see me..” he said ducking his head a bit so that you could look at him

“Draken, train tickets are about 220 yen per person, I can't afford it, and if you came by to see me I'd feel guilty because you’d be wasting your money just to only see me for like an hour.” you said

“How can I be wasting my money on you? It’s not wasting if I wanna do it and see you, plus what makes you think it'll only be a couple hours?” he asked

“I’ll have to start working once we get there, so I wouldn’t have anytime...I wanna start saving so that one day I can come back to Tokyo and live here, so that I can see your dream come true of helping your friend create a ‘new era of delinquents’ you know? I’ll even help you guys if you want with financial stuff or something.” you said smiling at him

Draken bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to tell you so bad how he felt but..

“Look, I have a feeling I know what you’re gonna say..just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later, okay?” you said placing your hand on top of his causing his eyes to widen

“...You’ll remember me, right?” he asked looking into your eyes deeply making your mouth part

“Yeah, I’ll remember you as long as you remember what you wanted to tell me. Cause I feel the same” you said smiling as a tear fell from your eyes

“good...I will.” he said smiling back and tilting his head and wiping it off your face

After the memories hit you, you stood there with wide eyes and tears, with your wrist covering your quivering mouth. You had completely suppressed your memories of Draken, and your feelings because you knew you wouldn't be able handle being apart from him for so long. And he did the same. You couldn’t imagine how unbearable it was for him to be waiting up like this. You looked up at him seeing his eyes were softly looking at you. You could do nothing but bring your arms around him hugging him, as he brought his arms around you to do the same. You were still such in shock.

“I never thought you’d end up in a place like this, living a life like this.” he said against your ear

“I don’t wanna see you like this, please let me take care of you like you did for me..” he said said tightening his grip slightly

You could only cry at his words, you didn’t even wanna try to speak because you knew it would only come out as a sob. Was it really alright for you to rely on someone so much?

He pulled back from the hug and looked at your face, seeing you were still crying as you nodded your head ‘yes’, he smiled and wiped them away with his thumb. The smile on his face...he looked so satisfied...and happy...happy that you finally remembered. Finally remembered him.

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Javier Peña SFW Alphabet

Because the world needs more soft!Javi.

Warnings: 16+. allusions to sex, depression mention, cigarettes mention, alcohol mention, food mention.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

So, Javi hates PDA. It makes him cringe. Javier can be pretty affectionate but only when you two are alone and spending private one-on-one time with each other. However, if he sees another pair of eyes on you, he can get protective pretty quick. He’ll guide you around with his hand placed on the small of your back, and he’s not afraid to slap your ass if it means he gets to assert his dominance.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I mean, just look at Javier & Steve. Javi is an amazing best friend. He’s hilarious, and always jokes around, although most of the time, his humour can be quite dark and self deprecating. None the less, he’s super funny and never fails to make you laugh. He’s perfect to have around when you need to be cheered up. He’s also super supportive and will constantly look out for you. If you’ve fucked up and made a mistake, Javi will take the blame and have your back. You don’t even have to ask him. He really steps up for you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

At first? No. Javi struggles to show his feelings, and he’s not the biggest hopeless romantic, as you might’ve guessed. He’s never really given out cuddles (or hugs for that matter), but if you’ve been together for a couple of months and you’re going steady, he doesn’t have an issue with getting into it. He learns to really like cuddles. Especially after sex.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He has no interest in getting married. Never has, never will. He doesn’t see the point in a piece of paper from city hall to confirm that you two love each other. As long as he can feel it, in his heart, that’ll be good enough for him. But if you absolutely want to get married, he’ll allow it. It won’t be a big ceremony though. Maybe just a few guests and a store bought cake. He doesn’t like the fuss. He doesn’t cook, ever. He had a pretty bad diet that consists of snacking on chips at the bar or ordering take-out. He has a cleaner too.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Honestly? Javier can be pretty brutal. If you’ve hooked up just a few times and he’s lost interest, he’ll probably just not call you back. If you’ve been together a while, he’s gonna be really torn up about breaking up with you. He’ll be sulking and moody for a few days and you’ll know that somethings up. Then he’ll go distance and ghost you, hiding out in a few motel bars leaving you worried about where he is. When you find him, there’s a big fight and he snaps and tells you he wants to end it all. When he misses you, he’ll pick up a girl from the brothel who looks similar enough to you, and he’ll think of you while he fucks her. He feels gross about it, but it’s just what he does.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh Lord, Javier has the biggest commitment issues. He’s terrified, as we seen with Lorraine. It’s gonna take a lot for him to settle down. He tries to reassure you that it’s not your fault and it’s a problem he needs to work out himself. It might take Javi a few years of steadily dating before his commitment issues become resolved, but as long as you’re willing to wait for him, he’ll be happy.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s definitely rough at first — in every way you can imagine. But you teach him how to be more gentle and considerate, both with yourself and the people around him. He can be pretty blunt which can cause a lot of hurt sometimes. When he sees that you’re upset though, he will show a surprising softer side. He’ll wrap his arm around you and smooth out your hair, and he’ll lull you to sleep by whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

The first time you hug Javi, he stiffens up completely. He has no idea how to react. The last time he received a hug must’ve been from his mom when he was still just a young boy. He often gives you hugs though, especially when you’re seeking comfort. Javier has big strong arms and he holds you so right. He runs at your flesh in soothing motions and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You can always smell the honeyed scent of his cologne, and cigarettes, when he hugs you. But you wouldn’t trade the feeling for the world.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You’re probably going to say it first... and that’s okay! Javier does love you, he knows that for sure. It’s just... it can be hard for him to actually admit it and come to terms with it (with his commitment issues and all). You assure him it’s okay and he can take his time. But he ends up not taking long at all. Once you tell him you love him, his whole world feels complete and it’s suddenly pretty easy for him to tell you that he loves you back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

To be honest, Javi is pretty confident in a relationship. No woman has ever left him before. So, he doesn’t get too jealous. Besides, other men know better than to get too close to you because Javier isn’t afraid to throw a punch or two. He is, by nature, extremely protective, though.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

So passionate. A clash of tongues and teeth. He often moans into your mouth and the vibrations from that alone are enough to send shivers down your spine. When he kisses you, he struggles to keep his hands to himself. With Javier, kisses often lead to making out which often leads to sex. He loves to kiss you anywhere. Along your jaw, down your neck and the valley of your breasts. He’s a biter too (this is canon). He loves to nibble at your skin and give you little lovebites.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Surprisingly decent. Kids aren’t his favourite thing in the world, and he does his best to avoid them, but on an occasion where he finds himself with a child, he can handle them pretty well. Olivia Murphy loves her uncle Javi.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Weekdays are the worst because Javi has to head to work pretty early. Weekends though? You and Javier will sleep in until around midday, just lounging in each other’s arms and basking in the morning sunlight as it seeps through your curtains. It’s soft and sweet and almost always results in morning sex. You and Javi find yourself indulging in tired conversations and soft touches as you both fall in and out of sleep.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Javier will be drinking beer or whiskey and the two of you will mostly likely be on his sofa, watching a movie together. Fancy dinners aren’t his style but he likes to treat you to them now and again on date night. And trust me when I say you two will be going at each other until the early hours of the morning.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s an enigma to everyone he meets, and this doesn’t exclude you. It can be exhausting at first— how much he keeps to himself. He doesn’t talk about his childhood, or what he did at work today. He talks about very little. But once you express to him that you wish he’d be more open and vulnerable with you, he tries. He really does try. In the end, he’s a lot more confident and can talk to you about practically anything.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has 0 patience, as we see on stakeouts. He gets angry and frustrated super fast. He’s not too loud and he’s rarely a shouter, but when he’s pissed, you’re sure to know about it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It’s going to take him about three years for him to remember your birthday. But he remembers the exact shirt you were wearing the night you and him met. He forgets your mom’s name, but he remembers the brand name of the perfume that’s displayed on your dresser. Point is, he remembers very menial and silly things about you. Sometimes, he’ll bring up a random fact about you that he’s remembered and it’ll truly surprise you. Even though he struggled to remember the important things, you find is so endearing how he remembers the smaller and finer things.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you and Javi slept together, something just hit him like a ton of bricks. He’s slept with plenty of women, that much is clear, but with you, it was different. Right from the start, something felt different, and he couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was. Truth be told, it terrified him... this unknown feeling. But it excited him too, and only spurred him on more. It takes him a while to realise, but that feeling was love. That was the night he fell in love with you. And so for that reason, yours and Javi’s first time is his favourite memory.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. There’s no reason to elaborate. Due to the nature of his job and the shit he sees on a day to day basis, he makes you his number one priority. If anything ever happened to you, he couldn’t ever forgive himself. So he’s constantly at your neck and call. Anything you need, he will provide.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Javier is pretty low maintenance. Like I said, he will occasionally take you out for a meal at a fancy restaurant, but this is usually for anniversary dates. He’s taken a liking to going to the movies with you, and he also loves to go dancing with you in nightclubs. Javi’s job is well paid and he has a surprisingly good eye for jewellery. He always picks you out the most beautiful diamonds. You worry about him spending too much on you, though.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Smoking. You don’t like the smell of it. And when he has one too many beers. He tries to cut down though, for you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Yeah, he looks after himself. He keeps himself well groomed. He even has a little toothbrush he uses to comb his moustache.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He really, really would. Say you and Javi have had a big fight and you are both spending some time away from each other... he’ll be really struggling. You’re always there to ground him and make him feel safe. He never realised how much needs you until you’re not with him anymore. He’d probably cry himself to sleep, but he’d never tell anyone.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has a vision. It’s a pretty distant vision, well into the future. But once he retires from the DEA, he’d love to take you back to Texas and show you his fathers farm. Maybe even have a farm with you someday. A suburban house with a white picket fence and dog. It’s the last thing you’d expect from Javi, but in a sense, he craves the normality of it all.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Uh, he doesn’t like drugs? DEA agent and all. He doesn’t like the rain because it ruins his hair and he hates the way his colourful shirts stick to his skin. You tell him it’s sexy, though. He doesn’t like big events where he has to see and interact with a bunch of people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He snores so loud. For the love of God, he needs to see a sleep therapist or some shit. Thankfully, you grow used to it, but you don’t know how he doesn’t wake himself up!

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itsbeaconhillsbaby · 4 years ago

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I love your writings, they’re so good and realistic and not weird and cringe like some others on here, by far the best I’ve seen in a while !! Was just wondering if you’re taking requests and if so if you could do one when your an actress and have always had a crush on him but you meet him at an after party at a premier or something and have flirty banter and maybe more ? Thankyou x

hello my lovely x

this is so unbelievably sweet I've been screaming since this popped into my inbox. I wanted to start this off by saying a massive thank you - this is my first ever requested piece and I am so excited to be able to create something for you! this is a milestone fic: the 10th fic that I've written for tom, and is also one of my longest!! I also want to apologise for how long it has taken me; I started on this a while ago now and you have been so patient and kind! please enjoy and let me know what you think! (also the timing that this is now coming out on his birthday is all the spook!!)

after party antics || tom holland x reader

word count: 2729 warnings: alcohol use summary: premiere after party meet cute

Circular tables filled the floor as glittering chandeliers hung low from the ceilings above. Pretty foliage and large blooming fresh flowers in pastel pinks, greens and blues, draped through the room, entangling themselves around chairs and across wooden beams. Lace, satin and chiffon brushed along the floors as what felt like the entire film industry conversed with one another; hands clutching at suit jacketed arms, glasses clinking in cheers.

Music, chatter, camera flashes and laughing filled the room - sounds reverberating all around. You glide through the crowds, smiling and nodding your thanks as people congratulated you from either side.

Taking a detour from your path, you spotted the signs for the bathroom and let out a shaky exhale when it appeared empty. Resting your hands on the wash basin and closing your eyes, you took a couple of deep breaths before your face erupted into a toothy grin, a small squeal of excitement bubbling from your lips.

You were at an after-party.

For your very first film.

Surrounded by some of Hollywood’s finest.

WHAT!

If your best friend woke you up stating that this was all some insane dream, you wouldn’t be surprised. It would make more sense, actually – this just couldn’t be your life.

You could feel yourself spiralling and spritzed a little bit of water onto your face to calm yourself down, making sure not to ruin the amazing make-up look that your team had spent so long perfecting earlier that day.

The premiere had only just finished.

You had walked across the red carpet on wobbly legs – cameras flashing, thousands of fans screaming from behind barriers, photographers and press overpowering each other in order to get the best angles and shots; screaming for you to ‘look over here’, ‘turn to the side.’

The premiere had only just finished up as you sat amongst a drool-worthy cast; some of the biggest names in Hollywood. Joining such a large cast was daunting, especially considering who some of those people were – and more so since it was with Marvel, one of - if not the - biggest film franchises out there.

You took another look in the mirror, tucking your hair behind your ears and smoothing down the front. Giving a twirl in your signature Teuta Matoshi gown, the tulle dress embroidered with tiny little yellow daffodils and white daisies, you took a moment to admire your favourite designer as you adjusted the slightly puffed sleeves before leaving the restroom.

You held the door open behind you to allow for a gaggle of tall women to enter in beautiful flowing gowns, turning abruptly to shift yourself out of the way - smiling at them as they all smiled back.

Up on the tips of your toes, wobbling slightly in your heels, you try to peer over the heads of the masses of people. You were eagerly looking for your team, consisting of your incredible manager and your best friend, who you dragged everywhere with you. But you could barely see past the sea of heads in front of you.

You decided to head for the heavy, wide double-set doors that stood open, leading out into the freshly manicured gardens; alive with luscious trees, plants and flowerbeds. A separate dirt path led into a lowly lit rose garden that was nestled in amongst the grasses.

It was a little quieter outside, but not by much.

There was a large marquee to your immediate left. A bar was situated at one end as bottles were flipped in the air - waiters passing out trays lined with champagne flutes. Pristinely clothed tables were crowded with guests; bodies tumbled past you as they headed into the marquee - parties splitting into different locations now that the main event had concluded, leading into a very alive and wild after party.

Your cheeks ached as the smile on your face refused to drop. Too amazed by your surroundings to let it relax. You stand out on the patio area, looking out across the gardens towards the glow of the city in the distance, lights twinkling in exchange for stars. Despite the dry warmth of the evening you could feel the lightest of winds raising the tiny hairs on your arms.

“Room for another?”

You jumped slightly at the interruption, the voice light and questioning. You turn, your dress dancing around you.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting. I’m Tom, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself all night. Congratulations on the film!”

As you exchange pleasantries, your cheeks gathering up some heat beneath the radiant glow of your make-up, he presses forwards leaning in for a hug as you do the same. You can feel his hands against the bare skin at your back leaving behind tiny little goose-bumps in their place, your skin tingling from his touch. You couldn’t help but breathe in his cologne, the pleasant woodsy scent engulfing you.

“Ah, so you’re the spider guy? I think I’m getting the hang of these superhero names now.”

Your lips twitch, forming a playful smile.

He tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, eyeing you up as tiny crinkles appeared around the outside of his eyes. They were looking at you inquisitively with a sweet kind of intensity.

You could feel your heart kick up a notch under his gaze. You scolded yourself internally for your lack of composure. Of course, you knew who Spider-Man was, you’d been such a fan of the Marvel films for years and you’d have to have been blind not to notice the cute, brown haired, quick witted, web-slinger who the world quickly fell in love with. They weren’t the only ones; did he look even better in person? How was that even fair? You shook your head slightly at your thoughts in an attempt to dispel them from your conscious.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I’m a fan of yours – your work is brilliant.”

You continued on with your bumbling word vomit – a light pink blush evident across your cheekbones and nose.

Tom’s face lights up more as you stumble over your sentences, his eyes glistening in the darkening sky.

“Oh really? Big fan, hm?” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, before calling upon one of the many smartly dressed men and women swooping seamlessly through the crowds with their glossy black trays.

You take a moment to drink him in. His crisp navy suit sat comfortably unbuttoned, the satin shirt hugging the figure beneath. He looked older than you’d seen him portray onscreen; his jaw strong and chiselled. His shoulders and body filled out his suit comfortably, hair beautifully fluffed; although it did seem slightly rumpled, as though he had been running his hands through it.

“Oh yeah,” You paused for a beat before continuing, “Then again, I think you’re about the 30th actor I’ve said that to tonight.”

He nods, laughing, his eyes lighting up at your relaxed, playful energy.

“Oh. Okay, nice. No, I see how it is. New girl keeping us all on our toes with the flattery.”

He holds one of the crystal champagne flutes out to you before picking up his own. Shimmering, golden liquid danced as you accepted the glass, fingertips brushing over open palms.

The cool bubbles gently slid down your throat. You could feel eyes on you as you focussed on the glass in your hand.

“Have you met everyone yet?” Tom gestured towards to the lit-up marquee, “A lot of us were talking about how great you were in your film, they’ll want to meet you.”

“Now who’s full of the flattery,” You tease, nudging his arm slightly as he shakes his head at you, “But honestly, I haven’t, I’m kind of finding it all a little bit intimidating. I’ve also lost my team which is not helpful.”

You took another sweep of the area. Now low-key wishing that you wouldn’t find them for a little while, not if it meant that you could continue to talk with Tom with no interruptions.

“Well hey, I can introduce you? I was so terrified when I did my first Marvel premiere, but everyone is so great. Trust me. It’s like a strange, crazy dysfunctional family. I think you fit in perfectly.”

“Are you calling me strange, crazy and dysfunctional? You have an interesting way of making friends, Holland.” You both laugh, “Only if you’re sure though? I don’t want you to be stuck introducing me all night.”

“Don’t be silly. We’ll make it fun. C’mon.”

Tom led you through the entrance of the marquee, turning on the charm as people fist bumped or pulled him in for a quick hug or handshake. Every time they did he peered through his eyelashes at you, inviting you to introduce yourself.

As you made jokes and conversed with your new peers, Tom couldn’t stop himself from watching you. Your name had been all the buzz recently and he’d been eager to meet you. Not only because you were undoubtedly going to be working with each other on future projects, but because you were also getting thrown into the Marvel spotlight like he had been. Little did he realise just how enamoured he had become with you in such a short space of time. There was something about you, he thought, as your cheeks glowed, a wide grin resting upon your face, eyes dancing wildly as you spoke with your new peers - something that he felt drawn to. You noticed him staring and gave him a little wink, shaking him out of it as he joined back into the conversation.

****

The two shot glasses sloppily thump against the bar top.

“Ha!”

“What! No, I was totally first!” Tom protested loudly, throwing his hands into the air.

“I definitely beat you!”

You smiled politely at the bartender as he collected the row of glasses lined up in front of you before turning wildly to face Tom.

“You just can’t face the fact that I won.”

He gestures to his brother who had pulled up a stool to join you both, “Harry c’mon, I won right?!”

“You can’t ask him that, it’s cheating. He’s your brother, of course he’s going to pick your side.”

“Tom, I hate to say this mate but I think she has you beat…” Harry said regretfully, camera slung around his neck as he nursed his own drink, mouth falling into an upturned grin as he supervised the pair of you.

You looked past Tom, straight at Harry, grinning proudly, “I take it back, Harry’s opinion is very important.”

Tom gives Harry a gentle shove as they mess around. You feel an arm slink around your shoulders, giving a playfully gentle squeeze. Your heart thumps along to the beat of the bass, music pulsing through your very bones as the three of you continued to laugh and joke around. Tom’s hair had gotten far more rumpled as the night had gone on, a long way off the perfectly styled look that he’d started off with.

You decided you preferred it messy.

Tom was sitting close by you on his stool, your knees both knocking together. His foot was tapping the footrest to the beat of the music. He’d discarded his suit jacket, and it now hung from the back of the chair, leaving him in his fitted shirt. You couldn’t help but notice his defined muscles as he ran a hand through his hair before resting it on the back of your seat.

“You look really pretty tonight. I saw you walking the carpet earlier, you completely owned it up there.”

“Tom Holland, are you flirting with me?”

You spun in your seat a little bit, making direct eye contact as your hand rested gently on his knee.

As soon as the pair of you had challenged each other to a drinking competition (involving a lot of shots) the night flew by, and you found yourself becoming more and more comfortable with Tom. He was quickly going from that cute actor who you had a little crush on, to someone you were actually spending time with? The intimidation you were feeling from earlier had dissipated, leaving you feeling slightly fuzzy and very happy.

He shrugs, that cheeky grin appearing again. A twinkle shining within those gorgeous brown eyes.

“I don’t know. Am I?”

He slides off of his seat, holding a hand out to you, palm up.

“C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” You questioned, as Harry returned with the drinks.

“Dance floor.”

You can feel your face light up as you hopped down from the high stool, gripping onto Tom’s hand as he helped navigate you back down to solid ground. He whispered to his brother who comfortably started up a conversation with the people around him, before giving him a pat on the shoulder as you dragged him over to the dance floor.

The floor was already packed with bodies. A live DJ station was against one wall facing out into the crowd; flashing, swirling lights brightened up the outdoor space. You pointed out a space in amongst the crowd and Tom led you both towards it, far better at making a path through the wayward limbs than you would have been.

The space was small, and the pair of you were in extremely close proximity. This was the most at ease you’d felt all night, allowing yourself to just feel the music and dance with one of the sweetest, most charming and insanely attractive men you’d possibly ever met. The space quickly filled up, growing tighter until you and Tom were practically chest to chest. He was a quick mover; his hips, legs and arms moving in all the right directions.

Your bodies were pressed together tightly, rapid heartbeats beating as one.

He leans in, pressing up against your side, brushing some stray hairs out of your face, “I also meant what I said earlier. You’re really beautiful tonight.”

“Just tonight?” You whisper into his ear, leaving him to flounder slightly on the dance floor. A little colour flushed to his cheeks as he lifted an arm, spinning you under it.

Before he has a chance to answer, you continue.

“You don’t scrub up too badly yourself, Holland.”

As the two of you lock eyes; the heat from the dance floor, the pounding of the music and the dancing, twinkling lights all fade to the background. His eyes dart to your lips, and you can't help but follow his lead, when you can suddenly hear your name being called out in the crowd.

"Oh my god, I got her. We've been looking for you for ages!" You were suddenly no longer face to face with the cute boy but instead looking into the slightly stressed face of your manager, "It's nearly 4am, the car is here and we gotta go!" She took a moment to look between you and Tom, who suddenly now looked a little bit embarrassed and sheepish - nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Oh. Sorry, I've interrupted something here, haven't I?" She awkwardly made her way back through the crowd after whispering a sorry in your direction.

You smile at Tom, and make your way out from the dance floor. He was close behind you, nodding to a group of people back up at the bar.

He pulls you in for a goodbye hug, embracing you similarly to how you'd hugged earlier in the evening. Except this time was full of promise and a strange tension that hadn't been present before. You could feel the goosebumps prickle your skin where he touched it - his hands gentle as he held them tight around your waist, breathing you in before pulling away.

"Thank you for tonight, Tom. I owe you, seriously."

As you hurriedly caught up to your team, dress fluttering behind you as you immediately begin laughing and chatting animatedly to them, you could feel eyes on you. You looked back as you continued to vacate the marquee and head for the cars out front. Tom was stood, staring after you, a bright smile on his lips.

Something told you this wasn't the last you'd hear from him, and your stomach flip-flopped immediately at the very thought of seeing him again after tonight. For now however, the image of the brown haired, glossy eyed young man smiling after you in awe would have to be enough.

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nitannichionne · 4 years ago

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If He Was YOUR Fan, Chapter 5: Top of the World (Henry Cavill x Reader Fanfic)

You finally stop in front of Westminster Abbey and you gasp.

“You said you hadn’t gotten around to it,” Henry gives a shrug so small only you can feel it since you’re holding him.

“Ohhhhhh,” you whisper, sliding off.

He takes your hand and leads you inside. There is an evening tour going on.

“Oh, we’re late--?” You gasp, about to step toward them, but Henry squeezes your hand slightly. You step back and see a young man walking toward you.

“Mr. Cavill?” he says, extending his hand. “I’m Gordon, your guide this evening.”

“Hello, Gordon,” Henry nods, shaking the man’s hand. He introduces you and you all take off in another direction, but not before some of the people in the back of tour group start to notice you. You cringe as a few phones swing your way, but unless they are using zoom, probably got nothing.

You nod through the tour, but then you finally reach it. “Yes!” You move quickly.

“Ah, so you know Poet’s Corner!” Gordon smiles.

“Yeah!” you are excited and start reading names and telling what they wrote to catch your attention. “You see, from junior high on, I started reading these people. They were such a comfort, such a getaway, so inspiring, you know? I absolutely loved them.” Your eyes are bright with tears.

“Your favorite English poet?”

“I don’t know, they all said things that struck me,” you say. “I mean, like Elizabeth Barrett Browning-she started writing when she was eleven! I was twelve!” you laugh, shaking your head. “Thomas Hardy—but not his heart, it’s with his wife, and then—” you sigh. “then there’s Herrick…” your face tears up. “He was the one who made me feel like I was beautiful no matter what—”

“Not Shakespeare?” Henry asks.

“No!” you laugh. “I love Shakespeare, but there is this poem called ‘Delight In Disorder?’ Or ‘No Fault In Women? No?” you take a breath. “He talked about how our imperfections make us beautiful. I mean, men don’t act that way, but I thought, if one can see it, maybe there was hope—” You stop, realizing you were about to say something terribly personal, and turn back to the memorial, hugging yourself. “It’s a beautiful place, really!” You gaze upon the entire monument of graves, tablets and busts, trying to memorize everything, but your vision blurs with tears. “You probably think I’m silly—” You turn and see Gordon and Henry standing and smiling. “Yeah, you do.”

“No, madam,” Gordon nods respectfully. “I think you get it.”

Henry puts his arm around you. “Need more time?”

“Oh, I could stand here forever—” But from a distance, you hear a group coming in and you look up at him. “We should go. It isn’t going anywhere, right?”

Henry nods slowly. “Right.”

You finish the tour and Gordon walks you to the door.

“It’s been an honor, sir—” Gordon nods to Henry who nods back, then looks at you and half bows. “and a great privilege, madam.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

You walk away, and Henry pulls you closer to him as you walk out. “I think you made his day, pet.”

You gasp softly. “Why? What—”

“Not everyone loves literature and writing as you do,” he smiles down at you. “people like you are why Poets Corner is there-to remember and inspire the present and future with the past. I am quite sure he’ll never forget you.”

Your cheeks heat, feeling embarrassed. “I have been there before, but…it’s so, so, so—”

He kisses your temple. “Nothing to explain, darling,” he whispers. “nothing to explain.”

You move on and once again, Henry has made a reservation:

“Oh, my God, what a beautiful view!” you breathe as you ascend in the London Eye, looking at London from a bird’s eye view via ferris wheel. “This is great!”

You look at the virtual guide, which is a map of the city from on high with buttons one can push for information. Henry steps behind you and presses each one, systematically giving you a quick overview of downtown London. His voice is smooth and cultured, his words measured and articulate, total poetry in motion as he tells you about each site by heart. You try to listen, but the feel of his body behind, you the firmness and warmth of it, the softness of his lips as they brush your ear perhaps accidentally, the sound his voice that causes you relax against him, makes you a poor student at the moment.

At the height of the wheel, overlooking twinkling city of London and the moonlit river, Henry slowly turns you toward him and kisses you. You’ve been waiting for this; your first kiss was hot and branding, and you craved more, even that reckless and delicious yet aching feeling that he started in the pit of your stomach before. He doesn’t disappoint, and you arch to him again, his arms on either side of you and hands on the sightseeing console trapping you in his embrace. You rake his back, your finger tips digging into the small of his back, and he lifts his head with a small gasp as his hips surge forward compelling you to widen your stance.

“You have really got to stop that,” he smiles down at you with hooded eyes, his breathing quickened once again.

You are panting. “I’m not sure I can.” You do it again, and love the feel of him. His eyes are smoldering. Not here, you think. Not here. Ever?

But the answer was in his eyes as you private car starts downward. “Let’s…head to my place. Still got all that food from Godfrey’s.”

“Oooh, and olives!” you say excitedly, running your fingers through his hair. “I saw wine in there. We’ll make appetizers.”

He frowns slightly and nods, a small smile forming on his lips. “Alright, then. Sounds like a plan…when we get down from here.”

“We’re heading down,” you remind him, feeling a bit nervous now that you feel the wetness of your own arousal, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. You are beginning to ache for him, and you hope he doesn’t know that your heart and body are having a hard time being reined in by your mind and good sense.

“Got about ten minutes,” He whispers. “I’ll think of something…” He lowers his head to recapture your mouth with his and you arch again to his caresses, allowing yourself to surrender to his embrace knowing the night hides you and that reality would come before your ultimate surrender when you reach the ground.

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honestsycrets · 6 years ago

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Wolf Slayer || 5CW

❛ request | You and hvitty get into this huge fight case he’s pissed over everything in Kattegat, you try to comfort him but he snaps at you, so you snap back, it go back and forth, insecurities are fueling it all. He thinks you deserve someone better (more fame, etc), you think he deserves someone prettier/thinner. He storms out, you’re both hurt, he comes back later to you in bed and starts kissing you like that thora scene, there’s apologies and cuddles + labour

❛ word count | 2091

❛ genre | fluff and angst

❛ summary | hvitserk and reader fight over silly things. he decides to walk out on her at the worst of times

❛ warnings | fighting, angry!hvitty

There were a few things not to tell a pregnant woman. The first was… no. The second was to disown her. For Hvitserk, he had done both earlier that evening. Not his brightest moment but in his defense, you had asked something of him that he could not refuse. So he took off without another word. He brews over the statue that was brought up in the name of his definitely mortal brother and drank of a rich mead that he definitely could not afford to be drinking right now. It helps wash away all the events from earlier that day.

“He’s telling me to leave! Can you believe it?” It had been a long day. One of those days that even his Buddha and the sweetness of meditation could not take the edge off of. Ivar went on about his Freyja like wife, insinuating that his wife was less than.

Maybe that was what had been such a fight for him with Ivar. The deadpan mark of seriousness was not only because his beautiful, pregnant wife was not also once Ivar’s, but because he knew how sensitive you were about your body. You were thicker than she, sure, but god you were gorgeous. The way your breasts swelled during the pregnancy timed along with Freydis’s? Divine. Your hips were fuller than before, something he enjoyed when men looked at you with longing from behind.

Freydis had her beauty and you yours. But what she did not have was loyalty. He knew that the child was not his brother’s as did you.

“Do what he wants. If I learned anything with Ivar, he comes and goes on his passions.” You were sewing at the large loom of this new, small home that Ivar allowed him. It was beginning to get cramped-- sign of Hvitserk’s failure to provide to the level he would have liked.

While Freydis had a large house and a name that was sung beside Bjorn, Ubbe and Ivar’s, his was not. No one knew the name Hvitserk as one of the Ragnarssons. That was largely information he failed to impart upon strangers. Now as you came to your side with a belly full of his child, slipping behind his back, he knew he had failed. You stroked his cheek and rran your lips over his neck as if to calm him.

“Leave all of Kattegat to him!? Do you see what he is doing?” He hisses in the heat of the moment. Shoving himself up, he brings his hands in the air behind his head. You blink rapidly-- unsure of what exactly he was attempting to get at.

“You are overreacting.” You smooth your hands over his son in your stomach. “What is hidden always comes to light, Hvitserk. They will find out that he is not a god and that the child is not his son. What do you get by fighting with him?”

Satisfaction in knocking him down and of getting something over him for what he had done. You were a gorgeous woman but as of late, Kattegat held Freydis up to the standard of beauty. No matter that her face was not as gorgeous as yours.

“You don’t know how he compares the two of you.” Hvitserk sets his hand on top of his belt. Oh-- you knew. You knew more than anyone what was going on. Your smile picks up in depth, biting back the hurt of this statement.

“Well, he did fall out of love with me for her, Hvitserk… it… its natural that he would want someone prettier. Just like you should.”

Your voice was pained. Almost as if you missed being Ivar’s little lover before Freydis came along. You could have. He was a king after all. Women loved kings. The women and men that admired his father was insatiable. He hones in on the statement, swiping up the mead that was saved for a special occasion between man and his wife.

“She’s not prettier than you. She’s just spoiled.” He says. “Since he is king.”

The words are with a hateful sneer behind them. You never thought he wanted to be king, but, he expected more out of himself. If not for him— but for his family. You set your hand to your stomach, stroking your round belly.

“He loves her.” You respond. It’s the last thing he could take. After all, after all this time all he wanted to do was show how much he loved you. How beautiful and bright you were to him compared to someone like her. Then you would negate his words of beauty and agree with him in the fact that she was well off?

Or that Ivar somehow loved her more than Hvitserk loved you?

“If you like him so much,” He swigs a drink. “Go try and be his bed slave. See if he wants you back.”

Why did he have to say that?

Why didn’t he just sweep up this bottle and leave the room? By now, he was pretty well plastered. It was just… he didn’t understand. How could you just not care about the way that Kattegat was being treated?

This was his home. This was your home. This would have been little Askold’s home too. Right, his son. His son was due soon. For him, he had to be more of a man like his father and less of a man that would roll over! He was a Ragnarsson-- it was time to act like it. Maybe that was the booze talking early into the next morning though.

Before long night had become morning. He watches the sunrise over the buildings and Kattegat’s square yet again populate with the commoners, merchants and farmers coming to sell their stock. Now that his booze had died down, he took himself to the door of his home. It was undisturbed.

“(Y/N)?” He presses into the home. Not even a peep from you, a lump inside your sheets. He thought that perhaps you might have gone to do laundry or gotten up to make him a hot porridge with pears on top like he so liked. The reality of the situation was that you were still bundled up in blankets and his fur in his bed.

With no response, Hvitserk assumes you must have bawled yourself into an early bedtime last night. He never knew you to be an overly emotional woman, but hell, being honest with himself meant knowing that sometimes you cried when he made you. So he cautions on the safe side of approaching you.

A gentle kiss to your ankles.

You shift, but don’t kick him off. It’s a start. He glides across your body, peppering up your side in the gentlest of kisses. Over the round of your hips, round with the time coming to birth his son fast in its approach. A woman was never as beautiful as when she was with child. His peppering kisses lead him up over your arms to your shoulder, carefully easing himself over your neck.

“I know you’re awake.” He cooes in your ear, pressing his body flush against your back. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I should not have said those things… but it angers me when he speaks of you.”

You shift your shoulder up, knocking him away from the side of your neck. Hvitserk settles behind you and settles his hand upon your stomach. Your breathing deepens. Ha! He knew you were awake.

“I’d never reject you, (Y/N). You know that.” Hvitserk strikes nothing yet again. This time his patience doesn’t last. “Babe, I’m trying to be sincere here and it’d be nice if you would answer me.”

Oh you answered him alright, grabbing his hair and yanking him back off your neck with purpose. A choked out cry slips from his lips when you snarl out. “Would you shut up?” You finally hiss in a breathy little cry. Your eyes screw shut hard. “I’m trying to breathe.”

“Breathe?” He chirps.

“Breathe, you ass!” You hiss. It was abusive but in your state, he grew used to it. “And you keep distracting me with kisses.”

Yeah, naturally that was what he was here for.

“What is so hard about breathing?” He asks. It hasn’t clicked yet but a pained set of grunts that bounce off your lips later, it all comes together. Your short lived cries and the pain that is evident by your tense… really tense body.

Oh shit.

“You’re… going to give birth?” Hvitserk asks. “Why didn’t you get me?!” ”

It probably had to do with the fact that your body felt like it was ripping itself open and you had no idea what labour felt like. Hvitserk shifts off of the bed, coming around the side to crouch in front of you.

“You were mad.” You say. “So I figured I should have gotten Ivar instead.”

“I didn’t mean that!” You’re still visibly pouting when Hvitserk tugs you in, kissing along your delicate neckline in some mock apology. Usually you love those sweet, angelic little kisses that made your tummy flutter. I’m sorry, he whispers a hundred times over.

“Go get a midwife.” You command.

Hvitserk in all his wit decides that’s the best time to tilt his head at you. His skin is adorably lit up by the fire you barely had the drive to stoke with your child tearing within your body. You look at his soft green eyes, the softness of his cheeks and honey brown fuzz.

“How can I leave you alone? What if you tear something?” He says innocently, almost a whisper. It’s a pure tease and you know it. On top of saying such things earlier, now he thinks it is the time to mess with you? You don’t even believe it!

“If you do not go get my midwife, I will tear you like Fenrir will tear apart the sun!” You lurch up, standing up so quickly that you shake in pure agony as another contraction rips towards you. Your ever knowledgeable-- or perhaps not so much-- husband cringes as you squeak along the furs over the ground.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) wait!” Hvitserk bobs off the bed, braids slapping his back. “I was not serious.”

“Well I am!” You breach the open door way cradling your belly in your hands. “You’re a man, you cannot even come to understand the pain of birth. But I thought my husband would be at least supportive during this!”

Another contraction and again you doubt over, grasping the nearest wooden siding of a house. Hvitserk grasps your arm to tug you back, slipping his arms under your leg and back to pluck you back up.

“I will handle it!”

Hvitserk walks in to the home, placing you on the middle of the bed. Then calling the midwives-- the real pushing began. Apparently you were ripe for pushing… which, as a man, made him feel even more worthless. Your words should have carried on his ear more carefully.

“And pusssh…” The midwife’s sweet, silken voice urges you on. Hvitserk stands some feet away while you lay upon the bed stripped clean of any sheets. Just the wooden board and you, shoving for all your life to press his son out.

Oh god, his son.

His daughter.

His child!

“Good.” The midwife says, looking to Hvitserk who warms a pitcher of ale. He glances, up, swallowing hard and keeps himself as quiet as a mouse. That fiery mood stills itself after another few contractions when he hears the soft cries of a child breaching through the cabin once empty of children.

“Prince Hvitserk.” She says. “Your son is here.”

He exhales air abandoning his drink to come closer. Hvitserk watches carefully as the midwife cleans his child, the cord still connected to him for some time longer before that too is snapped. She goes to delivering the afterbirth while you hold your child on your chest, caressing his soft cheek. Hvitserk is almost shy to come touch his first born at first.

“Should we still call him Askold?” You ask.

“Víðarr.” Hvitserk doesn’t lose beat. He scans his eye over your bump. “He conquered your mood. He is the reason I’m alive!”

Although its nothing more but a little tease that has you laughing, even as the midwife shoves her palm on your sore womb, you agree. Hvitserk comes beside you, kneeling so that he can run his knuckle against the little boy’s button nose.

“Welcome to Midgard, little wolf-slayer.”

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dolantmego · 6 years ago

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The Fallout 2

Summary: You’ve got the chance of a lifetime. Directing the Broadway premiere of an original script. But your two lead actors throw you for a loop. Especially when Ethan Dolan shows up and just about makes your knees go weak. Professional integrity and family drama? What could go wrong?

Warnings: None really. Mention of an impure thought and some family trauma. Not graphic!

A/N: Okay so! Part two! Sorry it took so long. My personal/professional life got a bit hectic this past week! I hope you enjoy it. As always thank you so much for reading!

Part one

Lunch with the Dolan crew was every bit as stressful as you expected it to be. Edith and Parker insist upon sandwiches from the shop down the street; much to Ethan’s dismay, who not so subtly hints on several occasions that pizza sounds good. He asks you what your favorite place to eat around here is, which makes you cringe. You usually didn’t leave the theatre for lunch. It gets so busy and everyone has questions to ask you. By the time you finish notes and the first round of actors and designers with questions back off, the ones that had gone to lunch and then come back early to talk to you are already arriving. On a typical day your assistant picks you something up from wherever. If you even ate lunch that day. So going out with the two youngest in your show was refreshing, not to mention getting to spend time with their extremely good looking uncle who had allowed you along for the ride. Ethan had declared a ‘no work garble,’ rule, mainly so the kids and yourself actually had a break.

Parker had tried to ask you a question about what you were doing for the rest of the day. Which in retrospect you didn’t mind answering--even though he’d asked 3 different crew members already. Ethan shook his finger at the small boy and tisks.

“If you’re going to talk about work then I’ll be forced to talk about work. Beep boop expenditures. Bop boop beep meetings. Bop bop changes in expectations for the next quarter.” He mimes a robot walk and both of the kids break into a fit of giggles, begging for him to end the ‘torture.’ He throws a wink at you when they both turn around and start chatting amongst themselves and you grin back. Women thought men with babies were hot? Ethan is shaking you up from just these small interactions with Edith and Parker. You’ll combust if he’s ever holding a baby in your presence. You’re sure of it.

Ethan insists upon buying your lunch, despite your protests, and the four of you settle at a small round table by a window looking out on the busy streets of New York City. His interactions with the kids are heartfelt and adorable. It’s even more striking that he looks like he could be their father. The way they move around each other even looks like he’s their father and it makes you wonder how ofter the other Mr. Dolan is around. They’d been elated to talk to him on the phone earlier, but this looks more like the natural groove for the children. You have the sudden urge to reach over and comfort the man next to you, even though you’ve only known this man for what? Maybe 5 hours?

“Eadie Beanie you need to be careful, I don’t know how to get ketchup out of clothes okay? And your nana just bought you that sweater.” Ethan reaches over to wipe off the little girl’s face, smiling despite the interruption of your conversation. Not that you two had reached any interesting subject with the kids listening in. Edith squirms away from his wiping and pouts. The two have a small stare down before she huffs and takes another reluctant bite of her sandwich. Ethan laughs and ruffles Parker’s hair--who has been absorbed in the small handheld game he whipped out of his pocket as soon as you sat down.

“Ms. Y/L/N are you married?” You choke on your drink and Ethan lets out a small nervous laugh. You swear you notice Edith’s eyes sparkle a bit when he question affects you so. But she smiles a sweet smile and looks at you expectantly.

“Edith lets not ask such personal questions okay?” Ethan raises an eyebrow at the little girl and she makes another pout face.

“Why? You’re not asking the questions. You guys talk about boring stuff! Somebody has make this less blech!” Edith smirks knowingly at her uncle and tugs on Parker’s arm for attention. She seems to be a pretty observant kid for her age. Both of them are smart, you already knew that, they are homeschooled because of their rehearsal schedule. Parker has proudly announced to the cast that he’s on a 10th grade reading level. Loudly. Many times.

Edith tugs on her brother again and Parker hmms without looking up from his game, “Parker I’m sure if you ask E-Tee to give us money he’ll let us go buy cake.” Parker’s head whips up at that and both the kids look expectantly over at Ethan, whose head is in his hands shaking back and forth. You laugh at the family’s interaction and wonder how often it’s like this. You quickly pull $5 out of your purse to hand to the kids before Ethan can stop you, he didn’t let you buy lunch so you’ll treat the kids.

A chorus of thank you’s breakout and they both hop off to the long line at the counter, no doubt to order a bunch of sugar they don’t need. You realize that you’re going to have to get them to focus later and that you REALLY didn’t think that through. Ethan looks up from his hands and dead pans at you.

“You really didn’t have to and definitely should not have done that.” You laugh at his mock broken tone and he cracks a smile at your giggle, “Guys! Dairy free!” He calls out across the restaurant, pointing at them with a mock angry face. They both fall into a fit of giggles and nod before turning back to the menu.

“I think I definitely just saw Edith point at the cheesecake.” You joke, and Ethan whips around pretending to get ready to go after the two kids. You both laugh again, before leaning forward to be comfortably closer to one another.

“So. Thanks to the kids I have learned,” Ethan counts each tid bit off on his fingers, mock seriously. “Your favorite color. What you want to be when you grow up. Your favorite Disney movie. What your middle name is. What your least favorite vegetable is. And finally the kicker that you did not get to answer.” You raise an eyebrow at the last one and pretend to think very hard.

“Oh yes? And what was that?” You grin slyly and play with the straw in your drink. Ethan wiggles his eyebrows suggestively to make you laugh again. He really was something else. Funny. Attentive. Great with the kids. Why the hell wasn’t he married? That last thought strikes you as a tad ominous. Darker thoughts threaten to board the ever moving train in your mind and you make an effort to push it out of your head for the moment. You had plenty of time to worry about that later.

“Well Eadie seems to be worried that you’re married.” You widen your eyes, pretending to be shocked, “But I’m a smart man. I can see you aren’t wearing a ring.” His eyes drift to your bare ring finger, and you nod.

“Great observation Mr. Holmes. Anything else?” You inquire with a squinted eye. This little game the two of you were playing was so refreshing. Both of you were just having fun being a little goofy together. Ethan nods and pretends to sit back and smoke from a pipe. You loved that he would be silly and mess around with you, but it wasn’t a crazy ordeal that took everyone in the restaurant’s attention. This is just a fun moment being shared between the two of you.

“Well then I can make the deduction that you aren’t married.” He shoots forward in a flash and you let out a squeak. “BUT!” His voice is loud and then gets very quiet, “I must inquire further for my next deduction.” You laugh and try to hold a serious face while nodding for him to continue. This man is really bringing out a different side of you. Doing the job that you do requires such a high level of seriousness in order for you to gain respect, that you forget to have fun a lot. Not that you are unhappy or don’t feel creative in your work, that isn't the case at all. But you do find yourself missing moments like these. Most of your interactions with your crew and cast are light hearted, but you have to hold yourself back for the sake of professionality. There is a tinge of loneliness that comes with being the director. The only person who is close to your level is LJ, and she has to hold just as much of a professional air as you do. If not more.

You justify it by coming to the conclusion that Ethan isn’t involved in this part of your life at all. Sure he is close to two of your actors, but an uncle is far less of an entanglement than an actual parent right? Though Ethan really did look like more than just an uncle. The kids are already cast, though. The show is in tech now, your role is truly almost over. Is there any harm that could be done? Again, that tiny dark feeling you can’t place washes over you. Guilt? Fear? You aren’t sure. Pushing the questions away is harder this time. This time, the escape is narrow.

Ethan must notice the change in your demeanor even though you try to brush past it. What is with you today and the overthinking? It really has been to long since you’ve been out with a man. Or gone out in general really. Ouch. Stopping yourself from thinking about that number really is all too easy.

He drops the character entirely and a shy boy peeks out from under his layers. One that looks as if he genuinely wants to know the answer to his next question. Your heart melts further when he glances at the children by the counter before looking back to you.

“Are you? Dating anybody?”

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Ethan had no idea if this was going well or not. Y/N is laughing and the kids are being their normal selves, but he wonders if you think his family is crazy. They are. But he loves them with everything he has. Which, considering the last few years isn’t very much, his family took up so much space in his heart, he really didn’t leave much else for anyone else. Not that he had--or made--the time for that.

Ethan is extremely well off, Dolan Productions continues to grow everyday. He could probably stop working today and lead a stable life. Sure, they have the property in New Jersey. The one in LA. Grayson still owned his old family home and Ethan may or may not have a cottage in Europe somewhere that he never discloses the location to. And both boys have plenty in the bank. But Ethan enjoys working, he likes the sense of purpose and accomplishment it provides. With an added bonus of proving everyone who ever said he and Grayson were crazy or worse, wrong. Oh so very wrong.

Gray had married first and created his settled life with his kids, and then Ethan had become the weird one. First he and Gray were crazy. Then they were ‘young and ambitious businessmen.’ Then Gray became super dad and Ethan was just ‘ambitious and possibly lonely,’ according to his mother. Then the scandal hit and both boys ducked as far under the radar as they could. Now the ‘Dolan Twins’ were no longer the face of their own company. Both were still in charge and worked, but they’d let their lives get more quiet. Somebody else did most of the PR now. After seeing how the media could ruin something already so broken, neither of the boys ever wanted to be the talk of the town again. And they definitely never, ever, wanted that for Parker and Edith. Convincing Gray to let them be in a Broadway show took weeks. Their mother ended up pulling Grayson by the ear into her bedroom and they didn’t come out for a good 45 minutes.

Though right now Ethan had no idea why he’d stuck his neck out for these heathens in the first place. Parks was hunched over in a game and barely speaking, it wasn’t the most polite move in the world, but Ethan preferred his nephew about 10 times more than his niece right now. She was a lot like her aunt Cam and a lot like her grandmother. Always talking, noticing everything, and being too smart for her own good. Including right now, where she was practically grilling Y/N, and making not-so-subtle-9-year-old-pointed glances at Ethan. ‘Oh that’s E-Tee’s favorite color too!’ Even though Ethan was sure the little girl had no idea what his favorite color was.

Not that it mattered nor did Edith probably care.

“Ms. Y/L/N are you married?” Edith’s face looks innocent when she poses the question, but Ethan can see the mischief in her eyes. It was the same look she had before she’d run and tell her daddy about the cookie Ethan had given her after bedtime when he wouldn’t supply her with another one. He lets out a small passive chuckle and squints throws a dirty look to the little girl. Evil genius child.

“Edith lets not ask such personal questions okay?” He raises an eyebrow and silently begs the universe to just do him this one solid and have the little girl just go with it.

Of course she doesn’t and Ethan ends up with his head in his hands in embarrassment, again. But you don’t miss a beat, and boy does he notice. You were always so collected around other people, which of course was part of your job, but Ethan is an awe at how smooth you are. He’s seen people blow up at these two kids and blow up at him, but you’re laughing and taking it in stride. Which encourages his confidence back up enough to get the courage to go for the same question he’d been wanting to ask you.

Why aren’t you married? Could you possibly be single? How? With those eyes? Your passion? And your hair? Your very beautiful and, well, pullable hair?

There’s gotta be something wrong with this chick.

And there it was. There’s the thought he’d been fearing would pop up. The inevitable, well there-has-to-be-something-wrong-here-and-if-there-isn’t-then-you-sure-will-cause-it thought. Dammit. Ethan really didn’t want his mother to be right when she talks about how emotionally stunted her boys have become, but here he was. Wondering if the nice, beautiful woman in front of him could be some sort of secret psychopath. He’d seen it before. Or if maybe Ethan was the secret psychopath who didn’t really want somebody to love him, or somebody for him to love. He’d seen that all go wrong before too. Ethan looks at Edith and Parker trying to buy cake at the counter, he’d seen the damage all of the fallout could really cause.

But he has to know, all jokes aside. Something in him has to know.

“Are you? Dating anyone?” He watches your eyes for your response, hoping the answer would be no. It had to be. You wouldn’t be out for lunch with him if you had someone else would you?

“Ah. No, no I’m not.” Ethan swears, but never admits that his heart skips a beat at your answer. He grins widely, not trying to hide it, and your grin matches his.

“Would you consider going out with me sometime?” Ethan’s mind and stomach feel like static waiting for your answer, which doesn’t come as soon as he’d like, due to the untimely return of his crew. Edith hops up with Parker in tow, who has his face screwed up in disgust.

“Finally!” Edith cries excitedly, looking between the two of you.

“Thats gross.” Parker mumbles, before shoving a bite of cake into his mouth. Edith frowns deeply at him and looks at you expectantly. Ethan groans again, of course. Of course Edith had to hear that. Now Grayson will hear and so will his mother and probably Cam. Great.

“Well since we know you’ll say yes, you should come on monday cause thats when theres no rehearsal. And we can make cake and you can meet Nana!” Edith’s eye shine brightly and she grins, “Nana gets upset cause E-tee-wee-tee doesn’t bring home girls. But now you’ll come!” She smiles proudly at Ethan and he’s got a deadpan face on, directed right at her. Why did she always feel the need to get involved in everything? And now Y/N knows his stupid nickname he’d been trying to be rid of ever since Grayson plastered it on their old YouTube Channel.

Ethan puts his chin in his hand and huffs, might as well let the little girl talk. This was her date anyway. He holds back a wince, is he really jealous of a seven-year-old? Ethan looks over to you at the same time you glance at him and a smile forms on his face. You didn’t look annoyed at all. In fact you looked like you were still having a great time. Yup, definitely jealous of anybody who could make you smile like that. He winks at you and it makes you laugh, which prompts Edith to stop talking about whatever she decided to ramble about--her room maybe?

“Excuse me!” Edith harps, but Ethan is too wrapped up in staring at you, and you’re too wrapped up in staring back. “Fine. As we say in theater, silence means argument!” That statement breaks the semi staring contest the two of you entered and Ethan draws his eyebrows together.

“Agreement. Silence means agreement Edith.” Y/N winks at the little girl, who nods. You turn to Ethan and he shifts nervously under your gaze. “But I think your uncle and I can probably work something out.”

“Yes! Yeah. Um absolutely.” Ethan quips almost too quickly. He pauses for a moment and makes a mental note to drop the weirdo excitement and speak like a normal person and not like his brother. But where to take you? Dinner? A movie? Neither sounded special, and a movie was definitely out. You weren’t 15-year-olds on a first date. Ethan is fumbling and he knows it. He hasn’t taken a girl out on a date in years. He splutters for a moment and his brain has a small meltdown. You live in the city. He lives an hour away, was there a place in the middle? He had no idea. There was a gas station off the interstate on one of the exits, but that definitely wouldn’t work.

Well fuck. Should he entertain Edith’s idea? He imagines you in New Jersey for a moment. Would you like it? The land? His home? You’d have to meet his mom. Though he was pretty sure Lisa had picked up the kids at least once or twice. And you could handle Eadie and Parks like a champ. But take you to his home on a first date? People didn’t do that, did they? He didn’t think so. But. That meant it was original. Which kinda made it special. Right?

Dammit. New Jersey it is.

“If you’d like to come out to the farm, I think that would be great?”

#oof this took too long #I hate that for yall I'm so sorry #anyway #dolantmego #ethan dolan #ethan x reader #ethan dolan imagine #ethans lane #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan blurb #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine

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chelleaslin · 6 years ago

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Lukadrien June 2019 Day 9- Not Alone

@miraculouschallenges

“There you are!” Luka sighed as he finally found the guy he had been searching for all night, the birthday boy. Adrien had hired a hall out for his birthday, in secret of course. His Father didn’t want him celebrating his 18th birthday,he claimed that it’d be far too reckless of the boy. Adrien was completely devastated until his best friend, Nino, had this idea.

“Here I am.” Adrien sighed sadly from where he sat on the cold, concreate. It was just past 10pm and Adrien went MIA. Everyone was wondering where he had run off to and rumours started spreading about the ‘golden child’ finally losing his virginity.

Luka was a little miffed upon hereing this and went to look for the younger man right away, only, he couldn’t find him anywhere. Almost half an hour later and Luka found him out the back of the venue, sitting on the concrete, staring up at the stars.

“Are you okay? You kinda disappeared on everyone back there.” Luka laughed, breathlessly as he join Adrien on the ground. Adrien sigh, closing his eyes, his head still thrown back. Luka couldn’t help the way his mouth went dry, Adrien truely was a beautiful human. His blue eyes racked over his blonde hair, he had switched up his style few years back, opting to keep the top short and the side shaved, it made him look older. Luka subconsciously started to play with his much longer pony tail.

“I just-“ Adrien hesitated. “I need some air.”

Luka nodded, not bothering to mention that Adrien had been gone for over an hour now.

“Well when your ready, we should get back in their before the rumours get worse.” He faked a laughed. He cursed himself inwardly, he was a jealous idiot. He had no reason to bring up the silly, childish talk that was happened inside, to Adrien other than the fact that it gave him the upper hand to pry if the boy had done the deed tonight. He looked around, there really wasn’t anywhere he could go and do it and not a single person in site.

Luka sighed, even if Adrien did, he was legal and his own person, why did he care so much. A nagging voice in the back of his head that sounded a lot like Sass told him he knew exactly why this was hurting him so much.

“What rumours?” Adrien piked up, fear in his eyes.

Great, now you scared the kid on his birthday.

“Uh, it’s nothing-“ he hesitated, “just that you’ve left the party to have sex..” he mumbled the last part, hoping Adrien didn’t hear it but the way his green eyes widen and a blush burned at his cheeks, he had heard.

“I-me-did..what?” He mumbled, completely mortified. “No, no, no, no, no.” He shook his head violently, as if to get the pure thought of it out of his mind. “I-I didn’t.. I swear.”

Luka held his hands up in mock surrender.

“Hey, it’s okay!” He laughed. “Calm down. I believe you.” He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. Adrien seemed to viable relax under his touch, all his once tense muscles loosening.

It was silent for a few minutes, both boys just admiring th stars and enjoying each others company. Luka checked the time on his phone, he’d been out here for quite sometime, meaning Adrien had been ‘missing’ longer. He better get them back to the party. He stood up and stenched, rubbing his butt that was numbed by the cold concrete.

“Hey, we should-“

“I was offered to have sex tonight!” He blurted out.

Luka froze. He turned to Adrien with wide eyes, what the actual fuck was that. Adrien looked just as shocked that he had blurted such private information, his green eyes just as wide.

“Explain?” Luka choked out. Adrien’s face was bright red, he turned to stare at the ground, playing with his fingers nervously but he spoke anyway.

“Chloe.” He cleared his throat. “She offered to, Uh, rip the band-aid off.”

Luka felt a little sick hearing that. He knew that Chloe had feelings for him, feelings she had harboured for many, many years but to hear someone that claimed to care, to love him, talk about his first time like that, like it was a burden, it sickened him. Luka loved Adrien, there was no deniying that anymore, he wanted to hold him, kiss him, comfort him and make love to him. He wanted his first time to be slow and gentle, he just wanted him to feel loved. He sighed as he pushed those fantasies away, he needed to reply.

“Oh, that’s...nice?” He awkwardly replied. Adrien sent him a glare before glaring back at the ground.

“No, it’s not. Don’t lie.” Adrien spat. “It was disgusting and disrespectful.”

Luka apologised quietly before sitting back down.

“Can I ask why you said no?” Luka awkwardly asked. Adrien sighed, throwing his head back as he did so. He rolled hishead to the side and gave Luka a bitchface.

“Other then the obvious?” Luka nodded. Adrien thought for a second before speaking. “I know it’s expected of young males to be horny..” Luka gave him a weird look. “I’m not saying I’m not horny! I am.” An even weirder look. “Oh, god! Not right now, I’m not horny right now!” He yelled. Luka started to chuckle at the absurdity of this conversation.

“Noted.” He winked making Adrien groaned and bury his red face in his hands.

“I’m just saying I’m healthy, I do get horny, but I’m not in a rush to loose my virginity like most people.” He glanced at Luka who was giving him a unidentifiable look, he panicked. “No offence.” He rushed out. Luka furrowed his brow.

“Non taken?”

“Good. Well, I want to wait for the right person and the right time. Losing it to Chloe half drunk at my 18th isn’t exactly ideal to me. Actually just to Chloe in general.” He screwed his face up, making his button nose crinkled. It took everything in Lukas power not to lean over and kiss it.

“Actually just having sex with Chloe in a no-no, or any other girl, ever.” Luka froze, breaking away from his thoughts on Adrien’s nose and stared at the boy with widen eyes. “I can’t see my first time or anytime after that being with a women, oh god” he turned to Luka, his eyes wide as well.

“I think I might be gay.” He gasped. Luka choked on nothing, sending him into a coughing fit. Adrien panicked and slammed his hand down on his back with enough for to send Luka buckling forward. “Sorry!” Adrien apologised sheepishly.

“You-what?” Luka coughed, giving him a look of pure horror and maybe a tinged if excitement from other parts of his body.

Adrien gave him a flat look, Luka didn’t understand why.

“If your going going to be homophobic about this than-“

“What? No! I would-“

“Some people just like to have sex with men, okay?” Adrien raised his voice over Luka, cutting him off. Luka was mortified, what could he say to even get this kid to listen to him.

“Adrien, Listen, the thing is-“

“No! Okay?” Adrien snapped. “I’ve been thinking about this for forever! Literally my whole life, it’s been there at the back of my mind. Always pushed away and always ignore but no, I give up, it’s time for the truth to come out, it’s time for me to come out.” Adrien stood up, wobling on his legs a little. Luka wondered then, how much had he actually drank? “I’m Adrien Agreste and I’m gay!” He yelled out into the night air.

Luka jumped at his volume, quickly scrambling to get onto his feet and stop the boy, he clamped his hand down kver Adrien mouth, muffling whatever he was about to yell next.

“Adrien, quiet.” He hissed, face heating up as his blue eyes darting around to look for witnesses. Adrien bit down on his hand and pushed him way, a very angry expression on his cute face.

“You will not silence me with you homophobic ways!” He screamed, a fingering pointed right between his eyes, actually touching his glabella. “I want a cock in my ass and you can’t change that.” Luka felt like crying, from amusement or horror, he wasn’t sure. “You are a pathetic homophobe but I am the mighty gay!”

Luka grabbed the boy by his shoulders and shook him a little to get his attention.

“Me too, okay? You’re not alone!” He yelled back. Adrien seem to freeze as he took in the new infomation, his tipsy brain taking longer to process what Luka just told him.

“You want a cock in your ass too?”

Lukas face heated up, oh my god!

“Not exactly...” he drawled out “but I’m gay too.”

Adrien was silent for a moments more before a grin broke up on his face.

“That’s awesome now I have an experienced gay to ask all my questions too!” He cheered with glee. “Do you top or bottom? Or both? Because I’ve heard the phrase, a pancake isn’t finished tills it’s been flipped on both side, which I guess makes sense.”

Luka’s ears were burning because of how hard he was blushing . He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, for as long as he’d known Adrien, the boy had been quiet innocent. It was an on going joke amoung everyone that knew him, that must protect his innocents at all times. Yet here he was openly talking about sex, quite vulgarly as well.

“I-I don’t..” Luka stuttered, he pointed at himself as he spoke. “Virgin?” It came out as more of a question but Adrien seem to get what he ment. His mouth fell open in a small ‘o’ shape. “Yeah..” Luka awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Well,d-do you wanna...” Adrien drawled out. Luka gasped as he realised what Adrien was suggesting, did he want to have sex with? His stomach fluttered with nerves, this was it it was finally happen, oh god.

“Yes, god, please, yes.” Luka gasped out. Adrien gave him a weird look.

“Did kmow you wanted to get back to the party that bad?” He laughed, pulling himself of the ground. “Come on, lest go?” He offered his hand to Luka how was too busy cringing, oh god. He wanted to go back inside not have sex, holy shit, he almost fucked that one up.

“Yeah, it’s just cold out here.” He lamely replied. He grasped Adrien’s hand, allowing himself to be lifted off the ground and onto his feet. Together they walked hand and hand back into the party. New rumours started after that, but each boy didn’t really seem to mind.

#miraculous tales #miraculous ladybug and chatnoir #chatnoir #adrien agreste #Luka Couffine #lukadrienjune #Lukadrien

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kncklheads · 5 years ago

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uwu just a lil Luke drabble @snw-cnvs

Luke can’t remember exactly how old he was, maybe six, give or take a year or two, but he remembers the moment. It’s deeply ingrained in his mind as his first real memory, first real experience with things like That. He remembers how back then, seeing That kind of stuff on tv and the like was less common. So one night while sitting around the tv with his family, watching whatever program happened to be on, when a scene where two people, two Men started kissing began to play, Luke was quite surprised. He remembers being confused. Innocently so. There was no malice, no prejudice built up yet, just regular old childlike wonder. Two men can kiss? Who knew? But other than that he didn’t give it much thought. Though he remembers the way his mother and father seemed to shift uncomfortably, how quickly his father changed the channel, muttering about how rubbish the show was, and how when he complained because he’d been watching it, how his mother had scolded him a little too harshly than he thought necessary.

He remembers when he was not much older, how he used to like to draw. He doesn’t anymore. But he does recalls many days spent inside doodling away. At first it was praised, his mother proudly hanging his “artworks” on the fridge in the kitchen for all to see. He always felt so happy when she did that. Because even back then all he wanted was to make her proud. But he remembers how that began to stop, less and less would they go up onto the fridge until they stopped all together. He remembers how it turned into a sigh, into a “ I wish you would stop spending all your time on these silly things, it’s such a nice day outside. You should be out there, kicking a ball around.” He remembers drawing one time in class, and the boy that came up to him and told him with a snicker “That’s Gay.” He’d looked up, taking no offense, not knowing, he’d been confused, “Gay? What’s gay?” He’d asked, because of course there was no talk of such things in his home. He remembers the boy explained it, and he remembers soon after he gave up drawing.

Luke remembers bringing it up to his parents a day or so later. Casually remarking about the boy who’d called him Gay, still not feeling much offense by it. But his parents on the other hand--- a gasp from his mother, a stern frown from him father. Questions that followed, “Why? What would make him say that? What were you doing?” He was surprised by how serious they had taken it. He wondered if he should have taken it more seriously in the moment. He remembers his father, consoling him, actually consoling him. Well in his way anyway. A hand on his shoulder, telling him it’s okay, because they know it’s not true or anything. How next time he needs to stand up for himself. Because it’s not right to let people say mean things to you. His mother interjecting not to start a fight of course, but to stand up for yourself no less. Luke nodded along, now thinking this Gay thing must be pretty bad after all.

Luke remembers how that became such a thing thereafter. Even for him. He did it just as much as everyone else. “That’s so gay” Everything bad, everything dumb, everything gross, was Gay. And they’d all laugh about it. And boy would they get defensive about it too, anytime the comment was directed at them. Luke did the same. Because his parents told him to, and because everyone else reacted that way. So this Gay thing must be pretty bad. By now he had a vague concept of what it was. Guys kissing. Guys in a relationship. Just like men and women only not women. But even then, calling something Gay was more synonym for bad, or gross, and stuff, and less about the actual definition of the word. Though, this only continued for a few years. And then the trend was over. People forgot about it, or people learned and knew better. Luke leaning more towards the latter, truthfully. A little older, a little wiser he felt kind of bad for using it like that for so many years. Not that he really thought about it much.

He remembers one night, having dinner with his family as usual, when his mother spoke up. “Oh dear, have you heard? The Turner’s boy,” And then her voice was hushed, like she didn’t want people to overhear, to somehow hear through the walls of the house “He’s one of those... he’s Gay.” And there was, of course, a certain amount of horror to her voice, but also an certain amount of excitement, because his mother always liked to gossip, and she loved reporting it all back to his father. His father barely looked like he was even paying attention, until she said that though, then he sure was. He asked a few more questions, how did she know, what did the family say, those kinds of this. “Oh poor Darcy,” His mother said, a hand to her heart and a genuine look of sympathy on her face, “She must be so devastated. He’s her only son you know. He’s all she’s got and now hes--” She shook her head, sighing, “I mean could you imagine?? If our Luke-- if he--” And she couldn’t even finish the sentence, but Luke knew what she was going to say. But Luke wasn’t paying much attention. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Davy. Davy Turner.

They weren’t the best of friends mind you. He was just in the neighborhood, and they hung out. They used to be a bit closer when they were a little younger. But friendships were fickle around their age, every week you had a new designated “Best Friend”. But they did spend time together. Luke had liked him honestly. His mother gasped, and it brought his attention back to them, and suddenly eyes were on him. “Come to think of it, you were friends with that boy weren’t you? You even stayed at his house a few times. Oh, Luke darling, he didn’t do anything did he? You know you can tell us.”

He thought back to one night, in one of their being “Best Friends” weeks. They shared a bed because there wasn’t another one, and there was nothing wrong with that. It was big enough for the two of them anyway. He remembers when they were sent to bed, and it was lights off, but of course they stayed up talking for a while. He remembers Davy holding his hand, and Luke hadn’t really thought anything of it. He remembers Davy smiling, big and wide, and so happy, he remembers how infectious it was, how it made even him smile. He remembers Davy saying, just before they finally went to bed “I really like you Luke, it’s always fun when you stay over.” It was innocent, and at the time it was nice. Who wouldn’t want to be liked after all? Luke had even said “I like you too.” Though even then he didn’t think he meant it as much as Davy did.

“No.” He said, shaking his head and putting that moment out of his mind. “ He never did anything.” He always seemed so normal. He was just like all of Luke’s other friends. He liked all the same things they did. He played with them all. Luke never could have guessed it.

After that, Luke remembers that he didn’t play with Davy Turner anymore, no one really did. He wouldn’t be allowed to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to anyway.

Years past and Luke was in high school. There were more incidences like those of course, little things here and there, but those were ones that always stood out to Luke.

Luke remembers in school, there were always rumors, this and that, about this person and that person. Never confirmed, so they all passed eventually. But that didn’t mean to subject of the rumors didn’t suffer while they were happening, and even after honestly. That was something Luke didn’t participate in. Not that he stopped it either. He didn’t see that big an issue really. Who cares if someone was Gay? As long as they kept it to themselves it didn’t really impact his life. But most of his friends weren’t the same. Most of the people in school weren’t the same. They all seemed to take personal offense to it. So there was a lot of bullying. Luke tried to look the other way.

Until one time during high school. He might have been seventeen or so. And there was another rumor. Only this time it was confirmed. Almost proudly so. Which-- was just-- beyond Luke. It genuinely shocked him. How could someone just come out and say that?? Didn’t he know what would happen afterwards? How people would react? And boy did they. It was the worst bullying Luke had seen thus far. And it was relentless. Even when he wasn’t around, Paul, that was his name, people talked, harsh brutal talk that almost made Luke cringe. But he didn’t of course. He just laughed along, however forced. Sometimes, rarely, if it got too bad he’d say something, tell them to cut it out. Maybe throw in a “Why do you care so much? You Gay too or something?” To tease. Which was always met with the biggest, grandest denials.

But there was one day in particular. Luke had come late to school, he can’t really remember why, doctors appointment or something. He’d stopped at the bathrooms before going to class, not trying to waste a little more time, certainly not, Luke was totally studious and would never. He walked in and heard someone coughing. At first he didn’t think anything of it. Until the coughing turned into more coughing, and groaning, and all in all sounding like someone having a very bad time. He hesitated, but he knocked on the stall, thinking it was closed until it swung open to reveal Paul. Poor, poor Paul. With the worst beating Luke had ever seen him cop. He actually gasped, he actually flinched back. That’s how bad it was. Paul was leaning against the toilet for support, just to sit up, bloodied and bruised. And Paul looked none too pleased to see Luke.

And honestly. If he’s being really really completely totally honest... part of him wanted to turn around and leave Paul there. It wasn’t his business. Paul wasn’t asking for help. So he could have. But he didn’t. And that’s what counts, right? He hopes so. That’s what makes him feel better whenever he thinks about it, and thinks about that moment where he could have left him, where he almost left him, but didn’t.

“Holy shit, Paul--- I- what happened?? Who did this to you??” He could already guess though. “Who the fuck do you think?” Paul snapped back, proud as ever, despite the grimace on his face and the obvious pain he was in, “Your best friends, that’s who. What, sorry you missed out on the fun or something? Come back to get your piece of the action too?” Luke couldn’t tell you how bad that made him feel, deep down, that someone would seriously expect him to do something like this, to someone like him, because of who he hung out with. He found he couldn’t really reply though. I mean what could he even say? No, of course not, I’m not like them. I don’t bully people. I just watch, and laugh, and let it happen? Instead he opted to crouch down next to him, sympathy written into his features, shaking his head a little. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Paul... This is-- this is fucked up.” He apologized on behalf of HIS friends. Because even though he wasn’t apart of it he still felt somewhat responsible. And so he should. “Let me help you. I’ll take you to the nurses office. You can’t-- you needa get help.”

And Luke wasn’t taking no for an answer. This was the bloody least he could do. He felt like he had to, as if it would somehow make amends, or at least partly so. Despite the initial protests, Luke got him up, an arm over his shoulder to help him stand and walk. It was a lot of groaning and grunting, but eventually he got him there. And alas the nurse was not there. So of course Luke couldn’t leave him. He just couldn’t. He wasn’t an expert, but playing all kinds of sports his whole life, he’d come across his fair share of injuries. So he could at least get the job started, he could at least do something.

He can’t really remember how long they spent together that day. It probably wasn’t even that long. But they talked for a while, and he was actually a pretty cool guy. Luke hadn’t really ever spoken to him before. Well, he kind of actively avoided him to be honest. But now it almost felt like he was missing out. Paul was funny. Luke thought he actually would have made a good friend. If things were different. And Paul seemed to have similar sentiments. Eventually. It took a little while for him to warm up to Luke, all things considered.

“You know, I‘m not actually even fucking gay,” Paul at said at one point. And Luke remembers this so clearly, so vividly, because it really changed thing. Like it really really changed things. “What ? But I thought-- you’ve never denied it... I’ve heard you openly tell people and stuff?” “Yeah, I do, but I’m not gay, man. I’m bi.” “You’re what?” “Bi. Bisexual. Y’know? I like both. Guys and girls. I guess... think of it as half gay if that’s easier for your neanderthal, jock-y brain to understand.” “That’s a thing?? You can like both???” Because Luke had genuinely never known. He’d never heard of it before. It was also so black and white. It was always, Gay or not gay. Wrong, or right. But this was one hell of a grey area and it changed everything.

Eventually the nurse came back and the conversations stopped and Luke left. And he’d figured that was the end of it.

But it wasn’t unfortunately.

It was maybe a week later, or maybe a little less. But Paul was back at school, after a few days off. And before class started he came over to Luke while he was at his locker. He smiled, and greeted him. But Luke-- well... he greeted him back, however stiffly, however uncomfortably, because Luke was raised polite like that. He can’t really remember what exactly Paul was even saying. He thinks he was too panicked to pay full attention. Because behind Paul, walking down the hallway, were his friends. They hand’t seen him yet, hadn’t seen Paul, but they would. Luke thinks Paul was saying thank you actually, saying thanks for helping him out, and that maybe he’d judged him too quickly, maybe he was a good guy after all. But he fucking wasn’t. Because he wasn’t fully listening, and all he could think about was how he wanted Paul to leave, all he could think about was what his friends would say, what they would think. And then they saw him. And the looks on their faces, the utter confusion, some even bordering on disgust.

“Luke?” Paul asked, when it was clear he wasn’t really listening. “I... uh... I gotta go. Sorry.” He said, quickly shutting his locker and jogging over to his friends, who were all giving him suspicious looks, looking over at Paul too. “What’re you doing talking the the Fag??” They asked, and Luke had laughed it off, dismissed it, lied, said Paul came up to him and he has no idea why. In his desperation to clear his own name he even said, “Who knows, maybe he’s into me or something?” And laughed at how gross, disgusting, that would be. “Oh don’t worry. You’re not my type.” He heard from over his shoulder, from Paul, standing right behind him, having heard him laughing and making fun of him. And boy did he look unimpressed. He didn’t say anything else before he walked off. He didn’t need to. All Luke’s friends were laughing, elbowing Luke and joking around. And Luke tried to laugh along, but honestly he just felt shitty. Because he was shitty. He was a shitty person and Paul was probably right about his first impression of him. He just didn’t know what else to do though. Not that it really excused it.

Luke thought about it more than he’d care to admit. He could never look Paul in the eyes again, not that he really did in the first place. Whenever he saw him he just felt guilty, he felt shitty.

But there was one more time they interacted, before Paul moved schools and Luke never heard from or of him again. Aside from that time he found him on facebook years later and debated trying to friend him or not, for like two whole hours. He ultimately decided not to.

It was one day, a while later. And he was walking to class as usual with a few of his friends, talking about god knows what. “Oh shit, what’s Tim doing?” One of them said, in amusement, laugh in his tone. And when Luke looked down the hall to see, he saw Tim, and he saw Paul, and he saw Tim shoving Paul roughly against the locker, he saw Paul’s books already scattered, dropped on the ground. He saw people watching and whispering, some laughing and grinning, and he saw no one helping. His friends were some of the ones laughing, approaching to get a better view. Luke moved along with them wordlessly, his heart racing in his chest. He didn’t want to see this. He didn’t want to know about. It was easy to ignore when he was just hearing stories, but when it was happening right in front of him, how could he possibly ignore that?

Well he tried to. But when he saw Tim raise his fist, ready to give Paul another beating, he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. He really fucking tried to but he couldn’t. Before he even knew he was doing it was was shoving Tim to the ground, yelling at him to fuck off. Everyone was surprised, Luke was fucking surprised, breathing heavily, standing in front of Paul like he was guarding him or something.

It... well, it escalated from there. And instead of Paul copping a beating, Tim and Luke shared one between them. Until a teacher, a couple actually, came by and broke up the fight. But each of them managed to get a few good hits in. They were suspended, obviously. Luke’s first time. Not Tim’s. And Luke was not looking forward to his parents finding out, rightfully so.

They wanted to know how it happened, Tim was his friend after all. His mother seemed more concerned, his father muttering something about boys being boys. Luke didn’t want to tell them. He really didn’t want to tell them. But his mother wouldn’t let it go. So he told them he was standing up for someone. Who? They’d asked. Paul. Paul who? Luke didn’t have any friends called Paul, so who was he? Why did he need Luke to stand up for him?

They were both silent for what felt like the longest, most painful time after Luke finally told them exactly who Paul was. Looking between each other, then back at Luke. He didn’t look back at either of them. And it was only now that his father seemed to have a problem with the fight. Why did Luke care after all? Who was Paul to him? What, was he his boyfriend or something?? “Of course not.” Luke had snapped back. He’d tried to explain that he just didn’t think it was right. He didn’t think it was okay to beat on someone just because they happened to like guys. His father didn’t agree, going on a big long, shouted rant about how They deserved it, how if They were going to act that way, then they deserved what was coming to them. How he’d never allow one of Them in his house and on and on and on. His mother calmed him down eventually, consoling him, telling him Luke wasn’t like that, he was just a boy with a big heart who didn’t know any better. His father left in a huff shortly after. That was when his mother sat down next to him, all the care in the world in her eyes, a hand reaching out to gently brush over the bruise on Luke’s cheek. “My poor boy.” She’d said, and she meant it, she cared about Luke, she really did, she loved him so much. But, “I know you want to help, darling... But.. sometimes it’s better to not get involved. It’s better to.. leave Those People alone. They’re not like you, They made their choice. It’s not your fault if something happens to Them for it. And it’s not your responsibility to help Them.”

Luke didn’t agree, he still didn’t really agree. But he nodded along with it. Just to get it over with honestly. And that was the last they ever spoke of it. It was never brought up again, never discussed. It was swept under the rug and forgotten. By them at least.

But Luke remembers it very clearly.

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vickdrops · 7 years ago

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First Dates [1940′s Bucky x Reader]

pairing: bucky barnes x reader genre: action/fluff? badass!reader, 1940s!bucky. warnings: misogyny, objectification (from an oc!), mild language A/N: hello friends! This is a little different to my usual stuff, in that theres more action/plot involved, but it’s one of my personal favourites, so I hope you enjoy! I adore 1940s bucky (and steve!) so I hope I did them justice. Feedback is adored, as usual!

It’s almost half past seven. Y/N’s hair is curled and pinned into big, loose waves that end just above her shoulders; her lips are painted a cherry red. She’s wearing a pale blue dress that falls to her knees, and her feet are strapped into a pair of tall, black stiletto heels. She’s never found heels comfortable to wear in the slightest, but she does appreciate how they make her legs look much longer than they actually are; she feels elegant and beautiful and...so unnatural.

“Wipe that frown off your face, darling,” Y/N’s mother tuts, patting down her dress unnecessarily as Y/N sighs and squirms, uncomfortable with her mother’s fuss. “You’re going on a date! Why aren’t you more excited?”

Y/N shrugs, batting her mother’s hands away from wandering to her hair. “I don’t even like him that much. I’m only going because he won’t quit askin’.”

“But it’s Elliot Kegley, sweetheart. Mrs Coleman from next door tells me that all the girls think he’s quite the charmer. Spin for me, sweetheart. You look gorgeous.”

“I don’t know. He always seemed a bit...big-headed in school,” Y/N recalls, twirling at the request of her mother absentmindedly. Elliot’s a nice enough boy, she supposes. He’s always been perfectly courteous and charming and just plain nice to her. But she also remembers how he used to trick kids in the school yard into dropping their lunch money, only to declare that the dollar bills were ‘fair game’ now that they were on the floor. He’d taken a strange liking to her lately, (Y/N’s still clueless as to why), and had been following her and asking her out almost every day, for the past fortnight. She’d turned him down at first, but after her mother had caught wind of the ‘perfectly handsome fella trying to catch her daughter’s attention’ from their neighbour (who everyone knows is the biggest gossip to grace Brooklyn’s streets), Y/N had been persuaded into finally accepting Elliot’s offer to take her dancing.

“Well, give him a chance tonight, darling,” her mother pats her cheek, and Y/N can’t hide the giggle that escapes her lips, because it’s ridiculous that her mother is more excited about the date than she is.

The doorbell rings at precisely half seven, earning an excited squeal from her mother and a gush of ‘I do love gentlemen who are punctual’. Y/N rolls her eyes, but even she can’t deny that her heart is beating just a tiny bit faster from nerves. She’s been on dates before- of course she has, she’s a reasonably attractive nineteen year old girl- but something about first dates just makes her heart jump a little faster. Maybe it’s the anticipation and unpredictability of the rest of the night- first dates teeter on the edge of uncertainty; it could either go incredibly well...or incredibly bad.

Her mother rushes to open the door- she can hear it from where she’s sitting in the living room. Voices fill the hallway as Y/N nervously smooths out her dress; she sneaks one final glance at her reflection in the big, ornate mirror that hangs above the fireplace, and steps out into the hallway just in time to see her mother patting Elliott’s chest affectionately.

“Geez, ma, can you control yourself for one moment?” she jokes, shooting Elliott a small, apologetic smile. He looks handsome indeed- extremely put together. His hair is slicked back with what Y/N reckons might be an entire tub of hair gel.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Elliot smirks. “I’m used to it. You look beautiful, Y/N,” he croons, holding a hand out for her to take. She blushes and murmurs a thank you, and she can practically feel her mother about to burst from excitement.

“Alright, kids. Have fun!”

“I’ll have her back by eleven, Mrs Y/L/N,” Elliot promises, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading her out the door. Y/N only has time to wave quickly to her mother before the Elliot closes the door behind them and shoots her a grin.

“I’m so glad you finally said yes,” he laughs. “Thought I was gonna need to force you to come out with me at one point.”

“Oh, uh...” Y/N tries to sound confident, but she’s still uncertain around him, and the hand he’s currently got a hold of is starting to feel a little sweaty. She trails off, unsure of what to say, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Or notice. He’s pulling her along again, and Y/N feels the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach grow.

They end up at a dance hall. It’s a huge hall, bustling with people; men, women, dancers, singers...Y/N’s quite stunned by how alive the place is.

“Why don’t we get something to drink?” Elliot asks, but he doesn’t wait for her to reply before leading her towards the bar. Y/N frowns- she’s getting a little tired of being pulled along all night; it’s almost as if Elliot’s on a date with himself, and she’s just along for the ride.

“Actually, I think I need to run to the ladies’ room,” she interjects, pulling her hand out of Elliot’s. “I won’t be a second.” She shoots him a forced smile, before spinning around quickly and weaving her way through the crowd.

She feels him before she sees him.

“Oompf!”

“Agh!”

Y/N’s on the floor, and when she looks up, she meets a pair of startled, anxious blue eyes. He scrambles to his feet, and Y/N does the same, ignoring the hand he holds out for her to take. When she’s at her full height- heels and all- she’s surprised at how short he is.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!” He apologises, anxiously, as if he’s afraid she might lash out at him. She feels a tug of sympathy at how terrified at he looks. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! Don’t worry about it,” she shakes her head, smiling reassuringly. “I didn’t see you either.”

“Are you sure you-”

“Look, don’t worry about it,” she cuts him off, already tired of how she’s been treated like a little girl by Elliot that night. “We’re both silly, how about that?”

“Uh..ye-yeah. I guess we are,” the man allows, and a small smile spreads across his face. He seems surprised at her reaction- Y/N wonders if he had been expecting her to throw a hissy fit and demand compensation for accidentally knocking into her. “I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Y/N,” she introduces with a small smile, before saying apologetically, “Look, I’m really sorry, but I really need to run to the ladies’ room. It was nice to meet you, Steve.”

“You too!” she hears him call, but she’s already dashed off.

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When she makes it back to Elliot, he’s lounging at the bar with a glass in his hand, chatting to a girl; or rather, chatting to the girl’s chest, considering how often his eyes flickered down to her cleavage. Y/N rolls her eyes. If anything, it only confirms how distasteful and unattractive she finds him.

“Elliot.” She announces her presence, and he turns. She tries not to roll her eyes at his surprised expression when he sees her; it’s almost like he’s forgotten that she even exists.

“Y/N! Right, you’re back,” he coughs. “I was just, ah, chatting with a friend.” Y/N actually does roll her eyes at his words, but Elliot just chuckles and throws an arm around her. She can smell the alcohol on his breath, and her nose crinkles at the odour.

“Look, we’re both clearly not really into this-” she starts, trying to manoeuvre her way out from under his arm, but he just shifts and brings his face closer to hers.

“What are you talking about, sweetheart? I’m having a wonderful time,” he says loudly.

“Can you get your arm off me?” she asks, politely, but with a bite. She’s unamused now; all she wants to do is get out of here.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t be ridicu-”

“She said get off. Do you have a hearing problem?” A voice interrupts from Elliot's other side. He drops his arm immediately, chest puffed up, and turns to face- Steve?

“Steve?” Y/N gapes.

“Steve? Wait- Steve Rogers?” Elliot laughs boisterously. “Wow, you haven’t grown an inch since middle school, have ya?”

Y/N is shocked- Elliot’s clearly not the nicest guy around, but she hadn’t realised how much of an ass the guy actually was.

“Leave her alone,” Steve ignores the jibe, instead glaring at Elliot with a determined expression. Elliot rolls his eyes, puffing his chest even more as he raises an eyebrow at Steve. He’s almost double Steve’s height, and Y/N feels her chest tighten in anxiety at the tense situation.

“Ellio-”

“You want to take this outside, punk?”

“Why not here? You afraid you’ll lose in front of a pretty girl?” Steve shoots back, and Y/N almost cringes. She hopes he knows what he’s doing, riling a guy like Elliot up.

Elliot leaps forwards, pushing Steve backwards; he stumbles backwards and his back hits a bar stool, but he quickly recovers, throwing his fists up in front of his face. Y/N gasps, covering her mouth with both hands.

“You never know when to quit, do you Rogers?” Elliot sneers. People around them are slowly backing away, and they’re quite the centre of attention.

“I could do this all day,” Steve pants. Elliot throws a punch this time, and it lands on Steve’s jaw. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut.

And it continues for a few moments longer- Elliot landing punches and Steve refusing to back down in determination- and Y/N...she can’t handle it anymore.

“Hey! Okay! That’s enough,” she cries, lunging forwards and grabbing Elliot’s arm just as he lifts it again. He tries to shrug her off, not even sparing her a glance, but she grits her teeth and ducks underneath his arm so that she’s now in between the two men. Oh her mother is going to kill her for being so unladylike.

“Piss off, Y/N,” Elliot snarls, his eyes still fixed on Steve.

“No. You need to stop,” Y/N shouts, praying that the wobble in her voice is disguised by the confidence she’s pretending to have. His eyes snap to her then, and they narrow when she refuses to move.

“Listen here. You need to get out of the way, girl, or I swear I’ll move you myself,” he threatens. Y/N feels her fear dissipate then, and suddenly, she’s furious.

“No. You listen here,” she snaps. “If you think beating up someone half your size makes you any more of a man, then you’re an even bigger ass than I thought.” The onlookers snicker, but Y/N is on a roll. “And you know what else? I only agreed to go out with you because I pitied you!” It’s a big fat lie, but the mortification on Elliot’s face is utterly worth it, in her opinion.

“I was about to cut in, but it looks like the lady’s done my job for me,” a smooth voice interjects, before Elliot could even open his mouth to retort. Y/N jumps in surprise at the voice by her shoulder, and she turns just in time to meet the amused gaze of a very handsome, brown-haired man. His hair is lightly gelled back, and he’s smirking slightly, but not in the pretentious, pompous way Elliot does; this man’s smirk is more...boyish.

Y/N blushes and breaks the eye contact.

“Whatever,” Elliot sneers, his eyes still narrowed, but Y/N notes (with pride) at the pink tinge of his cheeks. “Watch your back, Rogers,” he threatens, straightening his shirt. “You won’t have Barnes and this skank to defend you all your life.”

“Nah, You watch your back, Ellie,” the man named Barnes snapped, having bristled at the skank insult. “Or do you not remember what happened last time?”

Elliot went redder, and sputters out incoherent sentences and threats before Barnes rolls his eyes and tells him, with a bored tone, “scram.”

He turns and storms off, and Y/N can’t help but laugh at how comical he looks, hunched over in humiliation and spouting empty threats under his breath.

“Alright, show’s over folks,” Barnes started to call, waving his arms lazily to disperse the crowd. He looks at Steve and Y/N and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, you two. Let’s get out of here.”

The three of them start to head out of the dance hall, Y/N following the two men a little tentatively, because after all, they’re still strangers.

“I’m Bucky, by the way,” the brown-haired man turns to her and says brightly, with a dorky smile. “Bucky Barnes.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she quickly replies. She feels a little...miffed about the entire situation; did she really just yell at Elliot and send him running? She’s oddly proud.

They stop at the entrance of the dance hall; they’re out of the way, and they can only just hear the chattering and laughing wafting from inside. Y/N waits for someone to say something.

“I think I’m going to go clean myself up,” Steve mutters, running a hand across his face gingerly and grimacing when he feels a lump on his left cheekbone that will definitely blossom into a bruise. Y/N winces for him; she feels really bad that Steve took so many hits on her behalf.

“I’m really sorry,” she says to him earnestly. “Does it hurt?”

“Had worse,” Steve sighs. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” Y/N smiles when he repeats the words she’d said to him earlier that night. Steve turns and heads off to what Y/N assumes is the men’s bathroom. She stares after him; she wonders how he could be so brave, when he’s obviously at a physical disadvantage to most men.

“He’s always getting into fights,” Bucky says, making Y/N jump a little. “His head’s not screwed on right, I swear.”

“I think he’s pretty brave,” she says, smiling, and Bucky laughs.

“And stupid,” Bucky says. “But yeah, brave as hell. Kinda like what you did in there,” he gives her a pointed look, and Y/N blushes.

“Oh, no. That wasn’t brave. That was just...adrenaline, I guess,” she shrugs.

“Not a single girl I know would have done what you did in there,” Bucky says honestly. "Trust me, doll.” Y/N can’t help when her heart skips a beat at the nickname.

“You’ve just met me, and you’re already calling me nicknames?” she breathes, courage taking hold of her for the second time that night. Bucky blushes, shoving his hands in his pocket and laughing nervously.

“Guess I just can’t help myself around pretty girls,” he shoots her a cheeky grin, and then it’s Y/N’s turn to turn into a blushing mess. “Say, what were you even doing with a sleazeball like Elliot Kegley, anyways?”

“Oh,” Y/N winces. “He’s been asking me out for weeks. I sort of said yes just to...shut him up. Do you and Steve...know him? It sounded like you guys had history, or something.”

“Yeah, we go way back,” Bucky laughs. “He tried to scab money from Steve when we were kids. It’s how Steve and I met, actually.”

“Wow, what a twit,” Y/N replies, shaking her head. Bucky chuckles, and she finds the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs rather endearing. He stares at her for a moment, before frowning.

“Hey...do me a favour, doll? Stop saying yes to guys like that, even if they won’t leave you alone. You don’t owe them shit.”

“I...yeah,” Y/N says lamely. “You’re right. I think.”

“Of course I’m right,” Bucky rolls his eyes. He’s right next to her now, and Y/N can smell his cologne. It’s rusty and pleasant, unlike Elliot’s overpowering scent. “You’re way better than the likes of Elliot Kegley.”

“You don’t even know me,” she says softly. He moves closer to her. They’re half-sheathed in darkness, and Y/N’s heart is pounding at the close proximity of their bodies.

“I know that you’re brave enough to stand up to a guy twice your size, for a stranger half your size,” he starts. Their faces are so close together- they’re so close that if either of them move an inch forwards, their lips would be touching. “I know that you’re a really nice girl to talk to. And I know that you’re...pretty bloody gorgeous.”

Y/N’s heart stops. Bucky’s eyes flit down to her lips, and then back up to her eyes, as if asking permission. Y/N doesn’t say anything- instead, she leans forwards and presses her lips to his. Bucky responds immediately, his hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer, just as hers go to his hair; she knots her fingers in his soft, brown locks, and tug his face closer to hers.

The kiss starts slowly, tentative and gentle, and his lips are so soft and Y/N feels like she might just collapse if not for his hands holding her up. He walks her backwards slowly, until her back hits the wall of the hall gently. He shifts one hand to her cheek, tilting her face upwards, and then he deepens the kiss, nipping gently at her bottom lip until she opens her mouth with a moan. He doesn’t waste a second, expertly dipping his tongue into her mouth and moaning into her mouth. She can almost taste his cologne- his scent is surrounding her- consuming her. Her heart is racing; their lips and tongues are moving feverishly and it’s so wet and passionate that Y/N doesn’t want it to ever stop.

Kissing Bucky Barnes is quite unlike kissing anybody else.

“Oh, god.”

Y/N and Bucky break apart, to find Steve, (with a paper towel stuffed with ice held to his cheek), staring at them with pink cheeks and a very unimpressed expression. Y/N promptly turns a bright red, hiding her face in Bucky’s shoulder, but Bucky just laughs.

“How’s the bruise?” Bucky asks nonchalantly.

“I leave you two alone for one second,” Steve mumbles, but there’s something affectionate about the way his eyes roll at Bucky.

Bucky grins, returning his gaze back to Y/N. She’s determinedly avoiding Steve’s gaze, her cheeks bright and flushed, which Bucky finds entirely adorable. He gently lifts her chin up with a finger, and smiles cheekily at her.

“I’d be nervous to ask you out on a date, but considering your last one was with Elliot Kegley…” he trails off, a smirk on his face. Y/N rolls her eyes and laughs.

“It didn’t end so badly,” she replies, grinning. Bucky’s smile drops and he tries his hardest not to kiss her again.

“Cut it out. I’m right here!” Steve sighs. “Honestly…” he shakes his head, turning around and starting to walk off.

“Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at seven?” Bucky says quietly, taking both her hands gently. And when she nods, he beams a giant, genuine grin, before leaning in to kiss her cheek. “See you then, doll.”

And when he runs off after Steve, turning only to wave and blow her a kiss, Y/N has to lean against the wall behind her to keep herself upright. She stares after Bucky Barnes, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Boy, her mother’s going to have a field day with this story.

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sohotthateveryonedied · 7 years ago

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My Review of Joss Whedon’s Terrible Wonder Woman Script

I’ve seen a lot of posts about how bad Joss Whedon’s original script for Wonder Woman was, and I just had to read it for myself. And...boy was that a bad idea. This thing was atrcocious. I’m pretty sure my eyes are still bleeding. So please, because I can’t seem to suppress my rage at this, enjoy a super long post about how incredibly Bad this screenplay was.

Warning: I’m gonna be cursing a lot because this was one of the worst things I’ve ever had the displeasure of reading in my life. Enjoy!

Let me begin by saying that this entire screenplay is basically about Steve Trevor and what a burden it is on him to have to save the world and deal with Diana the whole time. What a fucking tragedy. If I wanted to watch a misogynistic movie about a man being weighed down by unfairly-written women, I’d watch literally any other movie in Hollywood.

Not to mention that it doesn’t even include anything about Diana’s backstory? Like, at all? It basically begins with Steve’s plane crash because apparently he’s the most important character in this movie despite it being called Wonder Woman. My deduction is that Joss has no idea who Wonder Woman is and didn’t want to read the comics because he was afraid of what reading something about a woman hero would do to his masculinity, so he decided to just wing it and ignore her backstory completely.

Also wow, it’s plain within the first few lines of dialogue that Steve is reduced to nothing but a sarcastically jerkface, such is the tragedy of all characters who have the misfortune of being written by Joss Whedon. Makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe, misogynistic assholes shouldn’t write movies because their characters will end up like them? Just a thought?

Okay one: WHY IS STEVE TRYING TO MAKE HER FEEL GUILTY FOR DOING LITERALLY NOTHING WRONG?? Gee, sorry if her curiosity about the world is such an inconvenience to you, what a terrible offense. I had no idea insults were the newest form of flattery. I should have known that women actually enjoy being insulted, because of course Joss Whedon knows more about what women like than I, an actual woman, would. How silly of me.

“‘‘Let’s keep in touch’ is American for get the hell out of my face.’” WHAT?? THE FUCK??? WHY IS HE BEING SUCH A JERK??? She saved your goddamn life and you repay her by rudely shoving her out because she’s such an annoyance despite your unfortunate situation of being executed tomorrow. Cry me a freaking river. He is in no position to be anything less than grateful that she saved his sorry life in the first place.

Not only is he insulting her mother, he’s also using “Princess” as an insult, which is such a douchey thing to do?? And the fact that despite his knowledge that she is clearly an incredible fighter and stronger than he’ll ever be, he still thinks she’s not strong enough to take on the real world. Who is this man because this is NOT Steve Trevor this is some monster and from now on his name is Stupid Terrible and I don’t know him. If Joss wanted to make a movie about an asshole saving the world with his sidekick girlfriend, then go make that garbage heap on your own. Don’t sacrifice our Wonder Woman movie to do it.

Oh yes, that’s right, Joss, have someone call Diana a whore. Because that’s obviously what feminists love to see in movies. *Looks into office camera*

It’s funny that despite not being a woman, Joss Whedon seems to think he knows how we want to see ourselves depicted in movies. Newsflash, Joss! You’re not doing it right.

I CAN’T.

I NEVER THOUGHT I’D EVER IN MY LIFE HAVE TO READ ABOUT DIANA BEING TOLD TO SHUT UP BY STEVE TREVOR AND GETING SHOT ON THE SAME PAGE.

WHAT, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, THE FUCK.

WHAT RIGHT DOES STUPID TERRIBLE HAVE TO TELL HER TO SHUT UP? THE REAL STEVE TREVOR WOULD NEVER THINK OF DOING THAT BECAUSE HE IS AN ACTUAL GENTLEMAN AND NOT SOME ASSHOLE WHO WANTS DIANA TO SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET BECAUSE SHE’S IN THE WAY OF HIS FRAGILE MASCULINITY.

STEVE AND DIANA’S RELATIONSHIP IS ONE OF MUTUAL LOVE AND RESPECT, AND JOSS IS AN IDIOT FOR EVER SUGGESTING OTHERWISE.

“An outfit skimpier than Diana’s.”

Do I really need to comment on this one?

And what a surprise, Diana is being called a bitch. Someone should play a drinking game with this where every time someone calls Diana a disrespectful name everyone takes a shot. Guarantee they’d all be blackout drunk by the end of the movie, since words that degrade women are the only ones in Whedon’s vocabulary.

Yeah that’s right, tell Diana what she can and can’t handle, that’s a good idea.

Also.

WHAT

THE

FUCK

!!!!!!!

Why is she literally naked for the entire next scene so Stupid Terrible can patch her up even though the real Diana collapsed a building by smashing into it and was completely fine and even had a cute dance with Steve right after? Diana would never be debilitated by something like that, but I guess according to Joss Whedon’s image, Diana is a weak damsel in distress who is in over her head and needs a strong male to help her overcome her fragile feminine obstacles and fix her when she’s broken. And I’ll bet you all the five dollars and forty cents in my wallet that had this horrific script actually made it on camera, there would no doubt be tons of side boob shots because, as everyone knows, movies exist only so men can see half-naked women. 😒

Just this whole page is so gross I physically cringed when I read it and screamed into my pillow.

Oh look everybody, it’s time for the moment we’ve all been waiting for: The time in the movie when the Man must tell the woman what he thinks she is because of course he knows her better than she knows herself despite only knowing her for a few days.

And don’t forget to feel bad for the poor Male because sadly, his attraction to her is such a burden to him and she should stop being so distracting because it’ll get in the way of his manliness.

And oh, what’s that I hear? The sound of Stupid Terrible hilariously admitting he is secretly hoping for her to flash him? Oh, well of course that’s just comic relief, obviously not contributing at all to rape culture or how men believe it is their right to see women as sex objects and sex objects only.

No problem, just laugh and agree that it’s the funniest thing in the whole world that his priority is seeing Diana naked, rather than be disgusted by the fact that Joss Whedon literally typed this page out and decided it was good enough to include in this god awful script.

Please note the fact that Diana and Stupid Terrible being rejected from the club contributes nothing to the plot whatsoever. Joss just got it in his head that the best idea was to add in a situation with the bouncer just so he could remind the audience that Diana is “fine” and it’s the only way she will ever be allowed anything.

What an inspiring message to little girls who came to see a movie where someone like them could be a hero. Sorry kids, apparently, according to the wise Joss Whedon, women can only get what they want if they are attractive enough to earn it. Thanks, Joss, go burn in hell you pig 😊

(Also, Diana being called a bitch yet again, but what else is new.)

Not only is Diana being called a bitch for I don’t even know what number time, but this guy is taunting her by calling her scared and crazy and sad. So far, nothing in this entire garbage heap of a script has included anything that depicts Wonder Woman as wonderful.

They may as well rename the movie Pathetic Woman or, if you want some better alliteration, Weak Woman, with the way this is going.

This scene.

May this scene please burn in the depths of Tartarus for eternity.

What, pray tell, is the fUCKING POINT OF THIS? WE HAVE DIANA SEXY DANCING HERE FOR WHAT EXACTLY? SO JOSS GETS THE CHANCE TO DESCRIBE ALL THE CAPTIVATING WONDERS OF A WOMAN’S BODY BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE’LL NEVER ACTUALLY GET TO SEE ONE UP CLOSE SINCE HE IS SUCH TRASH THAT NO SELF RESPECTING WOMAN WOULD WANT HIM??

Please,, someone,,, just pick up a sniper and take me out right now. I can’t read another line or I’m afraid my eyes will melt.

Though you know what, on second thought maybe I shouldn’t get my brains blown out because judging by this script, Joss would probably just find it sexy and include it in his next movie.

Here’s a delightful example of Stupid Terrible making the misguided assumption that blaming Diana for everything that goes wrong and telling her she does nothing but create chaos is a good idea.

Here’s the deal, people. Telling someone they’re a failure and everything is their fault? Yup, not as good an idea as you may think it is.

Now, dear reader, you maybe be asking yourself right about now, Why isn’t it clear to other people that what he’s saying is awful and he should stop being an asshole and respect Diana’s ability to make her own decisions?

Excellent question!

You see, my friends, that’s the thing about Whedon Science. You notice how he slipped in that Wise™ and Insightful™ elephant and mouse analogy in the middle of his (probably menstruation-caused) pissy rant? The logic of Whedon Science clearly states that by throwing in an intelligent analogy that somewhat applies to the situation, it reverses his argument completely and shows that clearly his rant is meant to be an inspiring pep talk to push Diana to be the best she can be, rather than a gross speech intended to tear down her confidence. Isn’t science fun, kids?

And oh, the dreaded feelings. Here we’ve got Stupid being the Cool and Mysterious character by treating his feelings like a dreaded disease that will kill him on contact.

Though you know what’ll kill him faster? Me when I murder Stupid Terrible with a bulldozer for telling Diana she doesn’t know what it means to be human and she doesn’t belong in the real world.

I can’t even with this part. What kind of human being writes something like this?

Here we have the great and powerful Male Character ranting angrily because right now his feelings are so passionate and important that they must be yelled into Diana’s face, threateningly enough to scare her.

Now I don’t know what this reminds you of, but to me it sounds a lot like what one would picture domestic abuse as. It seems that Joss apparently thinks it’s okay for men to show women who’s the boss by intimidating them into submission. That’s emotional abuse right there, and I will tell you right now that MY Steve Trevor would never even think of doing this to Diana. Ever.

He wouldn’t yell in her face to inform her on what she isn’t capable of. He wouldn’t make her feel like trash and like she should just go back to Themyscira so she can’t mess anything else up. And he definitely, without a doubt, would never ever call her a Fucking. Tourist.

What’s an action movie without a female protagonist being groped by some disgusting perve.

And can I just say that it’s bad enough Joss spent the whole screenplay making Diana seem like nothing but a sexy prop. But now he has the audacity to compare her to a “plague dog” and make aforementioned perve toss her away for fear of catching disease?? This isn’t what we wanted when we demanded you stop treating female characters like they exist only to be desirable, Joss. Nowhere close.

*cups hands around mouth* PRINCESS DIANA AND THE REST OF THE AMAZONS CAN SPEAK HUNDREDS OF LANGUAGES YOU IGNORANT SWINE

*sigh* I don’t even have the energy for the his one. Fuck you, Joss Whedon 🖕

Why???

This entire screenplay was filled with Diana doing incredible feats that Stupid Terrible didn’t believe she could do, but she proved him wrong anyway. So of course when she tells him she can fly, his immediate thought is “Of course you can’t fly, that would be crazy.” Here’s an idea. Maybe...don’t have male characters constantly tell women what they are and aren’t capable of?

So yes, this script is garbage. Every time I watch the real Wonder Woman movie, I thank my lucky stars that Patty Jenkins exists and took over this project and made it amazing.

Though I have to say, the fact that Whedon is still planned to direct Batgirl is worse than Hitler being a fashion designer. I would rather have no Batgirl movie at all than have this guy do it. This is the same guy who made Diana sexy dance for no reason and called her a bitch at least three or four times. If Joss directs Batgirl, I guarantee there will be at least one naked scene, sexual tension between Barbara and Bruce, she’ll have an estranged relationship with her dad because according to Whedon, women aren’t capable of loving familial relationships, and she will definitely be in too over her head at some point and need Batman to save her, after which he’ll yell at her because she’s not fit to be a hero. And that’s just off the top of my head.

So yeah. Fuck you, Whedon. 😊

#Wonder Woman #diana of themyscira #Diana Prince #steve trevor #Joss whedon is a dick #wonder woman movie #dc comics #joss whedon #batgirl movie

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I'll Always Come for You

Pairing: Stucky aka, Steve x Bucky

WARNINGS: Psychological Torture, Panic Attacks and Anxiety, Nightmares, some dark content, some fluff

Authors note: I apologize for this being a bit dark at first. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

There was a certain poetry to the way he moved; every muscle flexing, tensing just in time to execute the movement his mind commanded. Most people wouldn't look at Bucky Barnes and see an assassin. Most people would just see the well-tailored suit and bow-tie, the pleasant smile, and flawless physique. He wove through the crowd with ease, men stepping aside out of respect; given only because of the way he carried himself, like a king. Women couldn't help but step out of the way, since it would be rude not to after they all noticed him so undeniably. But Bucky Barnes wasn't at the party for them, he had eyes for only one person.

She stood across the room by the drink table, sipping her champagne elegantly. She was wearing a stunning maroon gown and almost matched his beauty. She wasn't watching him come towards her, as she was too busy instructing one of the many guards on how to act. The guard informed her of Bucky’s approach with a simple nod of his head, causing her to turn around. Bucky hesitated for a slight second, before stepping up and taking her hand to kiss it gently. “"Ma'am.” He said quietly, meeting her cold grey eyes as he stood back up. “"Mr. Havenshor. Thank you for coming.” Her words were colder than her expression, despite her smile. “"It was my honor.” He said, carefully releasing her hand and folding his hands behind his back. It was hard to tell if she had noticed the coolness of his metal hand through his gloves.

“"I was wondering if we could discuss that matter I called you about earlier.” He said. It wasn't a question. Despite the fact that she could have her guards throw him out at any moment, Bucky seemed to hold all the power. She bowed her head in agreement, whispering to the guard before she held out her arm to Bucky. He let her rest her arm on his as she led the way through a side hallway. They weaved through the hallways in silence, getting further and further away from the other party-goers. Finally they stopped in front of an intimidating wooden door with a digit passcode and a finger scanner. She gave him a sickly sweet smile before stepping away from him to administer the codes. He returned her smile politely, watching as one of the doors clicked open. She led the way inside a roomy office that seemed normal enough. He followed her, easily hiding any misgivings he might be having. The door shut, clicking loudly in the sound-proofed room.

“"To business.” She said, taking a seat behind the desk as she motioned to the opposite chair. Bucky crossed the room slowly, sitting on the edge of the plush armchair. “"To business.” He agreed, reaching into his suit jacket to remove a single, folded piece of paper. He leaned forward slightly to slide the paper onto her desk. She visibly tensed and reached for it gingerly. She gave him another forced smile as she unfolded the paper, then began reading. It didn't take her long since there were only a few lines on the page, but her skin turned deathly pale as she looked back up at him with wide eyes. “"You see now why my coming here was so urgent.” He said with a smirk, seeming to gain confidence from her reaction.

As if a switch had flipped, color suddenly returned to her cheeks and a feline, almost evil smile spread across her face. “"Mr. Barnes,” this time it was Bucky who flinched, “ah, yes, I know your true name. As I was saying, Mr. Barnes, unfortunately your assumption that I hold your friend here is completely grounded in rumor. However, since you have uncovered this rumor I must conclude that you have done quite a bit of research on me and thus, know much more about me than I can allow.” By this point, Bucky had stood up, torn between fighting or trying to escape. “Therefore, I will have my fun with you, then send you down to the Under-realm.” She smiled wickedly, standing up and unsheathing two long swords with runes on them. Bucky quickly drew the gun that had been hidden in his waistband, firing off three shots before she could even move. All he was rewarded with was three empty clicks. He frowned in confusion, moving backwards as he checked the clip. “"Mr. Barnes, please. Your advanced weapons have no place here. With a determined glare, Bucky drew his knife, which had also been concealed at the small of his back. She sighed, flicking one hand which caused his weapons to fly out of his hand and into the wall. “"I suppose a close-up fight would be more fun anyway.” She sneered, flicking her wrists to make her own weapons vanish.

A look of confusion crossed Bucky’s face, but he wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste. “"Come fight me then.” He growled, pulling off his gloves and neck-tie quickly. She laughed, jumping over the desk in one leap. Bucky reacted instantly, lashing out with his left hand in an attempt to catch her off guard. She blocked his punch, immediately going into a flurry of blows that he fought to return. They were evenly matched at hand-to-hand combat, which led to an endless blur of attacks and parries that lasted far too long. Each of them got a few heavy blows in, but she was too powerful and Bucky too stubborn to slack off or yield. Eventually, she managed to move in, wrapping herself around him and taking him to the ground. Bucky struggled desperately against her, trying to find some opening or weakness to exploit. She laughed, tightening her hands around his wrists as she straddled him and pressed her body against his. “"I haven't had this much fun in ages.” She purred, nuzzling his ear. Bucky grunted with the effort of trying to throw her off, but it was almost as if the floor itself was holding him down. “"What do you want with Steve?” Bucky asked suddenly, trying to distract her by holding her gaze. Her grey eyes widened, almost surprised.

“"You still think I have your friend? You innocent little infant. It's almost a shame to kill you.” She mused, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Almost.” Bucky pulled away, straining against her impossibly tight grip. “"Are you going to kill me or not?” He asked, eyes full of frustration. She laughed mockingly. “"My kind likes to play with our food, pretty one. If you don't like that, the first thing to go will be your tongue.” Bucky clenched his jaw defiantly, trying not to cringe when she pressed down against him again. “"That's better. I had heard that you're good at taking orders. Isn't that right, Winter Soldier?” His brow furrowed in anger, but his face went white. She hummed softly in pleasure, seeming to enjoy toying with him. Her hum turned into a moan as she breathed the smell of his hair. “"I was right,” she licked his neck slowly, “"you are almost too good to kill.” Bucky pulled away, disgust etched all over his face, until she bit his jaw.

Pain filled Bucky’s eyes. Not physical pain. It was the pain of knowing what was about to happen. The pain of knowing that he had failed Steve ...again. It was almost as if she could sense that pain and it only made her more hungry.

She bit the tender part of his neck, sucking a little before moving towards his mouth. He whimpered and turned his head, trying to pull out of her reach. She laughed and grabbed his jaw to turn his face back to her. He fought desperately against her, but even his ‘freed’ wrist still seemed to be tied down. “Silly boy. Nothing you try will work. You are destined to suffer now.” She cooed, taking a moment to enjoy the torment in his eyes before she crushed her lips against his, savoring the sounds of his objecting cries. She pulled away, keeping her body tightly pressed against him. “"Oh, curses, you are solid, aren't you?” She asked, hands roaming over his body. His face tightened in agony as she raked her nails down his chest, causing a burning feeling spread to over his whole body; it felt like her hands were made of poison. He shut his eyes tightly, refusing to give her the scream she was waiting for.

The door to the office suddenly swung open with a loud bang, but she was too preoccupied to pay it any attention. “"Ma'am, there’s a disturbance on the grounds. It's....something very powerful.” The burly bodyguard sounded scared. She froze, lifting herself off of Bucky just enough to look at the man. She snarled, seeing that he wasn't lying. “"Fine. Wait here, pet.” She whispered to Bucky, ignoring his whimpers as she pressed another heavy kiss to his swollen, chapped lips. She stood up and stalked to the door, leaving Bucky on the floor, still unable to move. Just as she reached the door, a bright yellow beam of power hit her, sending her flying across the room. She crumpled to the floor, unconscious or dead.

Bucky could hardly move, eyes pinned to where she was lying against the wall. He knew better than to think this was a rescue of some sort, yet somehow, he found his eyes straying to the door hopefully. There was a slight scuffling noise from the hallway before someone entered the room. “Mr. Barnes.” Bucky’s brow furrowed as he tried to recognize the voice. “"Vision?” He asked, eyes widening when Vision’ shadow fell over him. “"Yes, sir. You seem to need my help.” Bucky tried to suppress his instant feeling of relief. “"Something invisible is holding me down.” He explained, trying to breathe deeply, despite the increasing pressure in his chest. “"Hold still.” Vision instructed calmly, hovering his hand over Bucky’s chest. Bucky started to flinch away and the panic grew in his chest when he was still stuck. “"Hold still.” Vision repeated, seemingly oblivious to his anxiety. Bucky took as deep a breath as he could and was filled with relief again when he could actually move. “"Did the demon harm you?” Vision asked, stepping back as Bucky scrambled to his feet. “"Demon? She was a demon? And won't Stark kill you for being anywhere near me?” Bucky asked, too confused and shaken to know which question was more important. “"Yes, a demon from another realm. And I am here on Mr. Stark’s orders, although he is unaware that you are here.” Bucky shook his head slightly, as if trying to figure out how all this had happened in such a short amount of time. “"Okay...” He went over to retrieve his gun and knife from the ground, keeping his eyes on the still form of the ..demon. “"Is she dead?” He asked, holding his knife in a defensive position. “"Yes...well, no. Her form in this realm is dead, but in her realm she is still alive.” Vision answered, walking over to her body and examining it thoughtfully. “"Oh... Would you mind--scanning for life forms?” “"I do not understand. What exactly are you asking, sir?” Bucky sighed shakily, trying to refocus. “"I came here looking for Steve. Can you detect him somehow? I don't know where she is keeping him.” Bucky said, knowing it was a desperate chance to bet on Stark’s creation to find Steve. “"Of course. Mr. Rogers is..behind that wall.” Vision answered, pointing to one of the wood-paneled walls. “"Um, thank you.” Bucky said, before running over to the large panel to search its edges for any hidden latches.

Bucky was soon rewarded with a click and the panel swung open. Inside was a small, closet-sized space and Steve, curled up in the corner. “"Steve!” Bucky gasped, fresh panic flooding him when he got no response. “I didn't come all this way to have you be dead, Steve.” He growled, but his voice didn't hold any actual anger. He hesitated a moment before reaching in and grabbing Steve’s arm. He pulled the motionless soldier out with ease, laying him on the floor carefully. He didn't even notice that Vision had stepped outside to guard the door. “"Steve.” His voice shook and a lump filled his throat until he could barely breathe. “"Come on....” He cradled Steve’s head in his lap and brushed damp hair out of his face, swallowing thickly when he couldn't feel a pulse. Suddenly Steve moved, gasping in air as if he hadn't had any for a long time. Bucky let out a noise that was partly relief and partly a sob. “"I thought you were dead, you bastard.” Bucky said, crushing Steve against his chest. Steve smiled weakly, one arm already wrapped around Bucky’s waist. “"How did you find me?” Steve asked, his face mirroring Bucky’s expression of relief even though he was wincing. “"It's a long story. We should get out of here.” Bucky said, glancing over his shoulder at the unmoving form of the demon. “"You killed her?” Steve asked, following Bucky’s gaze. Bucky shook his head wordlessly and helped Steve to his feet. Steve paused and took in Bucky’s ruffled and bloody appearance. “"What did she do to you?” He asked in concern, reaching out to turn Bucky’s face towards him to get his attention. Bucky flinched away, feeling his chest tighten in panic. “"Nothing.” He answered too quickly. He hurried them both towards the door, not quite ready to deal with Steve’s concern.

“"Vision?” Bucky frowned slightly when the hallway was empty. “"He was just here...” He tried to ignore Steve’s somewhat disbelieving expression. “"Stark probably summoned him. Let's just go.” He said quickly to cover his own confusion.

Bucky was surprised that he could remember how to get outside through the maze of hallways, and somehow he even managed to get them out close to the parking lot. He directed Steve towards a blue convertible and sat him carefully in the passenger seat. “"We have to get you to a hospital.” Bucky said, taking in Steve’s many wounds. “"I don't want to go to a hospital. Let's just find an airport and go--” Steve seemed to realize that there wasn't really any place for them to go. “"I know of a cabin not too far from here. It's safe and it has medical supplies.” Bucky said, trying to be reassuring. It certainly wasn't his strong suit, but with how spooked Steve looked, he needed someone else to be the strong one for once. Steve nodded, leaning back in the leather seat. “"Hey Buck?” “"Yeah.” “Thank you...for coming for me.”

Steve slept the whole way to the cabin, and Bucky was almost relieved to have silence the whole time. He fully intended to make Steve tell him the whole story about what had happened, but not now. Right now he was too preoccupied with what story he could tell Steve that he would believe. Somehow he pulled into the long driveway of the cabin without having come up with any solid stories. “"Steve, we’re here.” He said, getting out and walking around the car to get Steve’s door. He had to half-carry Steve all the way inside, then lower him onto the couch. “"I'll be back.” He said, returning moments later with a well-supplied medical kit. “What is this place?” Steve asked quietly, eyeing the medical kit. Bucky shrugged and motioned for him to take off his tattered shirt. “"I came across it while looking for you.” Bucky answered after Steve had complied. Bucky quickly set to work patching Steve up and by the time he was done, he was practically covered in bandages. “"She really did a number on you.” Bucky said softly, interrupting the silence. Steve opened his eyes and looked thoughtfully at Bucky for a minute. “If I didn't know any better I would say that was concern in your eyes, Buck.” If Steve had been more awake, it might have been a teasing comment. As it was, Bucky just shrugged. “Let's get you to bed.” He said, hoisting Steve off the couch and practically carrying him to the bedroom. “"Goodnight Rogers.” But Steve was already asleep.

Bucky woke up the next morning drenched in sweat with a crick in his neck from sleeping on the couch. He sat on the edge of the couch for a minute, waiting for his body to stop shaking. He couldn't remember his dream, but he had a feeling it was anything but good. “"Hey.” He jumped at the sound of Steve’s greeting. “"Oh, hey.” He said, clearing his throat to get rid of the morning huskiness. “"You okay?” Steve asked, coming around to perch on the coffee table. “"Fine.” Bucky said quickly, jumping up and going into the kitchen. “"You're up early. With how tired you were last night, I figured you would be out for days.” Bucky’s words sounded forced even to him. “"I guess you have a healing touch.” Bucky snorted, but didn't say anything. He had enough on his mind without an early-morning pep talk from Captain Positivity.

“"I want to talk about yesterday.” Steve said as soon as Bucky came back to the living room with his coffee. He hesitated, but nodded and sat down. “"I just want you to know that I was only her prisoner for a couple days. I know I've been missing for a while, but most of it was because I was trying to avoid catching her attention. Obviously that didn't work,” he motioned to his bruised face, “"but honestly it looks worse than it feels. Heck, it will probably be gone in a few days anyway. I mean, they just roughed me up a little the first day, then left me in that closet where you found me.” Steve said, giving Bucky a surprisingly convincing smile. “"Okay,” was all Bucky said. Steve cleared his throat nervously. “"If you don't want to talk, I understand. You've just been a little more jumpy than usual and I thought if it was something she did--” “"It wasn't. You're probably just imagining things.” Bucky said sternly, although he instantly regretted it when he saw the hurt look on Steve’s face. “"Oh, okay. Well, you know if you ever need me, I'm right here.” Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “"She didn't do much, but....she had me pinned on the floor, I don't know how. I should have been able to get out of it, but--” He stopped for a moment, glancing nervously at Steve. He nodded gently. “"It shouldn't have affected me so much, but she was all over me and I couldn't do anything. I felt so powerless again and I just--” His voice cracked and he looked away, trying desperately to regain control of himself. The last thing he wanted to do was lose it in front of Steve. He felt Steve’s weight settle on the couch next to him and he tried to keep himself from moving away. “"Bucky...” Steve’s voice was painfully gentle and understanding. Bucky choked on the lump in his throat as he tried to say something, anything, to get Steve to go away. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to be alone or not, but he couldn't stand the sympathy. “No one would blame you for being rattled or even messed up because of what she did, okay? No one could have expected you to do anything differently.” “"Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?” Bucky asked, letting out a ragged laugh. He flinched when Steve touched his hand, but he didn't pull away. “"Buck.” There was a different edge to Steve’s voice that made Bucky turn to face him, despite the fact that his eyes were still full of tears. Steve smiled gently and carefully wiped Bucky’s eyes with his other hand. “"You okay?” He asked quietly. Bucky closed his eyes and shook his head, letting the tension melt out of him as Steve pulled him closer. Without knowing exactly how it happened, Bucky’s head was resting on Steve’s shoulder and they were holding each other tightly. Bucky’s shoulders shook from barely repressed sobs as he let all the emotions from the last few days wash over him. He didn't even realize that Steve was crying too until he leaned back and their eyes met. “Aren't we a pathetic pair of old men.” Bucky said, smiling slightly as he brushed the wet streaks off of Steve's face. Steve chuckled and returned the gesture by wiping Bucky’s face. Steve’s hand stilled and they both seemed to realize how close they were sitting at the same time.

Before the thought had even consciously crossed his mind, Bucky curled his hands over Steve’s shoulders and kissed him. Steve stiffened for the briefest moment before he leaned in and cupped Bucky’s face to return the kiss. It deepened slowly and grew more heated until they laid back and Steve was practically on top of Bucky. Bucky stilled, his chest tightening reflexively as he struggled to keep from drowning in the flood of nightmarish memories. “"Bucky, stay with me.” Steve whispered breathlessly, pressing their foreheads together. Bucky blinked a few times until all he saw was Steve’s blue eyes right above him. “I'm here.” He whispered huskily, pleased to realize that he was completely here, in the moment. Steve nuzzled his neck gently, placing careful kisses along his jawline. Bucky moaned softly, feeling himself relax again as he ran his hands through Steve’s hair. Steve relaxed back on top of him, carefully letting his full weight rest on Bucky. “Is this okay?” Steve asked, concern filling his eyes. Bucky looked up at him and smiled. “"With you...of course.” Steve grinned and leaned up to meet his lips. The next kiss was slow and gentle; everything they both needed. They might have never imagined ending up like this, but somehow, as the world faded out around them, it was their perfect ending.

#marvel au #stucky #steve x bucky #mystery/drama #bucky x steve

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