#or maybe a bowling shirt kinda pattern

[darksturnz]

── ⋮ ⌗ “BERRY MUCH. . .” ⟢ DAD.ᐟMATT ᵎᵎ

happy valentine’s day my sweet loves <3 i hope your day is full of kindness, love n gentle smiles. feeling a bit sappy today so here’s some corny corny fluff. all creds for dad!matt au to @mattscoquette

The first thing you register is the light—a little too bright for how early it should be.

Frowning, you stir beneath the covers, slowly stretching as sleep clings to you like a second skin. Something isn’t right. Normally, you’d wake to the sound of Matt shuffling out of bed, or the soft babbling of Leylani as he brought her in for morning cuddles.

But now? Silence.

Your stomach twists slightly as you rub the sleep from your eyes and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. The nursery. Maybe they’re both still in there.

Padding barefoot down the hall, you push the door open, only to find an empty crib.

Okay…so now the panic sets in.

You don’t even think—you just move, your feet quick against the wooden stairs as your heart pounds. The moment you reach the main floor, you exhale sharply, relief washing over you at the sight before you.

Leylani is fast asleep in her swing, chubby little fingers curled into loose fists, her small lips rising and falling with each little breath. The swing hums a soft lullaby, its gentle sway keeping her in deep sleep.

And then there’s Matt.

Sweet, sleep-deprived Matt, hunched over the stove like an overly stressed single mother, a burp rag draped over his shoulder, his free hand perched on his hip as he sways lightly from side to side.

The sight nearly makes you burst out laughing.

Then you notice the AirPods, grinning to yourself, you creep closer and poke his waist.

Matt jumps, spinning around so fast that he nearly knocks over the pan. His expression is wide-eyed, panicked, and—to your utter delight—he wields a spatula like a weapon, as if preparing to defend his scrambled eggs from an intruder.

It’s too much. You lose it.

A laugh bursts from your lips before you can stop it, and Matt, realizing what just happened, exhales dramatically, yanking out his AirPods. “Jesus Christ, woman! What is wrong with you?”

You giggle harder. “I—nothing—oh my god—”

“You’re sick,” he mutters, though his lips twitch upward as he sets the spatula down.

You step closer, winding your arms around his waist, still grinning. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

At that, he softens instantly. His arms come around you, pulling you against him as he presses a kiss to your temple, then another to your lips—slow, warm, and sleepily sweet.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

You hum against his mouth before pulling back, glancing at the stove. “What exactly are you doing?”

At that, Matt sighs dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

You blink. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” He gestures vaguely toward the counter, where a tray is set up—coffee, eggs, toast, and a little bowl of cut-up fruit. “I had this whole plan, but uh… Ley had other ideas.”

You raise a brow, prompting him to continue.

“She didn’t fall back asleep until, like, six,” he groans. “And then the freakin’ DoorDasher showed up way too early and woke her up again, and she got all fussy. By the time I finally got her back down, I clearly didn’t have enough time.”

Your heart melts at the sheer defeat in his voice.

“Matt,” you murmur, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

“I wanted to.” His hands settle on your waist, fingers tracing absentminded patterns through your shirt. “I mean, it’s our first Valentine’s as parents. Figured I should do something special.”

Your chest tightens, warmth blooming beneath your ribs. “You already do so much for us,” you say softly. “You being here—being you—that’s already special.”

He exhales, leaning into your touch. “Yeah, well…” His eyes flick toward the counter again. “There’s something else, too, it’s kinda silly.”

Before you can ask, he steps away and grabs something off the side. When he turns back around, he’s holding a small canvas.

Your breath catches the moment you see it.

It’s a tiny, painted strawberry. But as you look closer, you realize—it’s made from Leylani’s footprints.

Beneath it, in Matt’s careful, slightly messy handwriting, are the words:

“I love you berry much, Mommy!”

Your throat tightens.

“Matt…” Your voice wobbles, your fingers ghosting over the dried paint.

“I saw something like that online,” he murmurs, suddenly shy. “And I dunno, I thought it was cute. So, uh… I got the stuff and did it last night while you were sleeping.”

Tears prick at your eyes.

Matt immediately panics. “Oh, shit—wait, don’t cry—”

A watery laugh bubbles out of you as you clutch the little canvas to your chest. “I love it,” you whisper.

His shoulders slump with relief. “Yeah?”

You nod, stepping forward to kiss him, slow and deep.

“Yeah.”

Matt melts into the kiss instantly, his hands settling on your waist as if he never wants to let go. It’s slow, lazy, and filled with so much warmth that you almost forget about the breakfast he painstakingly tried to prepare.

When you finally pull back, his forehead presses against yours, his eyes still fluttered shut like he’s savoring the moment. “So you really like it?” he murmurs, voice still thick with sleep.

You smile, running your fingers through the mess of his hair. “I love it, Matt.” You pull back just enough to glance down at the canvas again, a soft laugh escaping you as you trace the tiny footprints. “I mean, look at this. Her little feet—oh my god.”

He chuckles, watching the way you admire it like it’s the greatest masterpiece ever created. “Yeah, she wasn’t too thrilled about the paint. Kinda made a mess. There’s still some on the back of her neck—I couldn’t get it all off.”

Your laughter deepens. “Matt, how does one even get paint on the back of their neck from a footprint project?”

Matt shrugs. “I dunno, man. She’s creative like that.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart is so full it might burst.

Still clutching the painting to your chest, you glance over at Leylani, her tiny chest rising and falling in deep sleep. “She looks so peaceful,” you whisper.

Matt follows your gaze, something unbelievably soft settling into his expression. “She had a rough morning,” he says, but there’s no complaint in his voice—just adoration, just love.

Your throat tightens again, because how did you get so lucky?

You look back at Matt, taking in every sleepy, disheveled detail—his wrinkled T-shirt, the dirty burp rag still draped over his shoulder, the stubble darkening his jaw that he clearly didn’t have time to shave. He looks so tired, but he also looks so unbelievably beautiful, standing there in the early morning light, having sacrificed his entire night just so you could rest.

And he’s still here, still showing up, still loving you in ways that leave you breathless.

You reach up, cupping his face again, your thumbs brushing over the faint shadows beneath his eyes. “You’re such a good dad,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

Matt’s breath catches.

His eyes soften in a way that makes your chest ache. “Yeah?” he asks, like he needs to hear it again, like he needs it tattooed into his skin.

You nod. “The absolute best.”

His lips part slightly, like he wants to say something—maybe something too big for words—but instead, he just leans in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips. It’s not rushed, not hurried, just pure love wrapped up in the soft press of his mouth against yours.

When he pulls back, his hands slide down to your waist, tugging you just a little closer. “So…” he starts, a lopsided smile creeping in, “does this mean you’re officially accepting my botched Valentine’s Day surprise?”

You laugh, leaning into him. “I think this might be my favorite Valentine’s Day ever.”

His grin stretches, but then his stomach rumbles loudly between you, and you both freeze before bursting into quiet laughter.

Matt groans dramatically, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “God, I’m starving,” he mumbles into your shirt.

You giggle, running your fingers through his hair. “Well, I was about to be served breakfast in bed, so…”

He scoffs, pulling back with an amused look. “You still can be. I’ll just, y’know, reheat everything and pretend it was fresh.”

You snort. “How romantic.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “I do try.”

You shake your head, biting back a grin before standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “How about we eat in here?” You glance toward the couch. “So we don’t have to wake up ley up.”

Matt’s eyes practically twinkle. “Sounds perfect.”

And it is.

Because as you sit together, plates balanced on your laps, feet tangled beneath the couch, stealing soft kisses between bites of slightly cold eggs and toast, you realize—this is love. Not the grand, extravagant gestures. Not the fancy dinner reservations or diamond jewelry.

This.

A quiet morning. The smell of scrambled eggs. The weight of Matt’s arm draped lazily around your shoulders. The soft sounds of your baby’s swing, lulling her into dreams.

And a tiny, precious footprint strawberry. 

The best Valentine’s Day ever.

authors note: i’m a sucker for corny valentines idc

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[romaevelizz]

Back to You

James “Bucky” Barnes x exhydra!femreader

sum: Bucky finding refuge after D.C from a woman that had been next to him for several years while held in captivity by Hydra.

warnings: cursing, implied past/current relation, violence, angst, hurt-comfort, reader is black coded, bold-italics are russian, reader is kinda mutant(she’s like Vi from incredibles but instead of turning invisible she can heal and create shields).

After D.C Bucky knew he had no choice but to leave, and if there was one thing he was good at was leaving without any trace. He had no money and nowhere to go. One thing he knew he wasn’t going back to Hydra, leaving the country would be the best option.

Maybe he did have somewhere to go, but he had to make sure it was the right place. Few weeks later He’d end up in Romania if there was one thing he was good at it was finding people and he needed to find her, worse that could happen is he got shot.

The clock read 2 a.m., signaling the witching hour when shadows deepen and the world outside holds its breath. An unsettling sensation prickled at the back of her mind, snapping her from sleep. With a jolt, she sat upright in her bed, adrenaline surging as she reached for the rifle hidden beneath her mattress. The air was thick with silence, each creak of the floorboards beneath her feet resonating like a warning as she made her way through her dim, shadowy apartment. As she rounded the corner into the kitchen, an icy chill settled in her veins. There, at her table, sat an enigmatic figure cloaked in darkness. Her heartbeat faltered for a moment, fear clawing at her throat, until her gaze caught the faint glimmer of moonlight reflecting off a metallic arm. Recognition gripped her, sending a wave of dread washing over her as she stood frozen.

“They finally sent you to try to kill me again huh?” She spoke keeping the rifle up to defend herself.

“No.” he answered, “I got out, did it know where else to go.”

She lowered the rifle slowly her eyes watching answering him slowly, “How did you find me.” she questioned.

“I’m good at finding things, and it’s not like you’re hiding.” he answered simply.

She scoffed, “What do you want?”

He could tell she was on edge her tone sharp and protective. “I need help, no money, no place to stay, and can’t go to hospitals for this.” he spoke his voice changing to english as he lifted the shirt up.

A large make shift bandage decorated his abdomen, the cloth bloody and the skin around it irritated. He watched her brows nit together a worried expression fall on her face “What the fuck happend.” she asked walking over to the table placing her gun down on to it.

Their eyes met a small glance being exchanged “alright… you need take that off, I’ll clean it then heal you..” she spoke softly moving from him over to her kitchen to get a rag and warm water.

He nodded quietly, his gaze fixed on her as she moved gracefully around the counter. She appeared transformed since their last encounter. Her hair cascaded down her back inis natural state, significantly longer than he remembered, adding a vibrant touch to her overall look. She radiated a newfound vitality, her skin glowing with health. Intrigued, Bucky took in the intricate tattoo artistry that adorned her left arm; delicate floral patterns twisted and intertwined, each bloom telling a story of its own. A few subtle piercings now embellished her face, glinting softly in the light and enhancing her features. The combination of her tattoos and piercings gave her an air of maturity and confidence that he found striking. He couldn’t help but admire how these changes suited her, transforming her into someone who seemed more self-assured and bold.

“James I need you to remove your shirt or else I can’t help you.” She spoke softly walking around the counter with the bowl and rag.

He did so, slipping the shirt over his head. He always took note of how she called him by his first name, a name that only seemed to be his when she said it. To her, he wasn't ‘Soldier’ or ‘Soldat’; he was James. Her eyes wandered over his figure, a few more scars on him than she remembered his shape the same still big and burly. She felt him flinch under her touch. The sound of his arm moving made her stop. “I won’t hurt you; it just hurts,” he reassured.

She gave him a look before continuing, “To be fair, that last time you showed up in my home you tried killing me gotta get why I’m a little, ya know.” She said frowning.

He pressed his lips together, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I lived. Plus you weren’t, well you.” She hummed, her eyes glancing up at him. “Why are you really here James?” She asked suddenly turning to dip and wring out the rag.

“Because I know you can deal with a bit of a beating and sneak around if you need something. You could’ve very well had this cleaned up what? Days ago when it happened, but instead you let it get infected, and came to me.” Her eyes meeting his as she faced him again.

He remained silent, the words caught in his throat. Deep down, he felt an overwhelming urge—no, a desperate necessity—to see her again. He longed to see the familiar face he had once associated with comfort and camaraderie during the grim days spent in the confines of Hydra. However, that face, once warm and welcoming, now seemed distant and cold, cloaked in shadows of their shared past. Doubt gnawed at him; perhaps this was a mistake after all. As he sat there, a sense of foreboding washed over him, mingling with a flicker of hope.

Her face carried a heavy frown as she looked at him her arms and legs crossed. He remembered when she left, a different doctor cleaning him up instead of her, he recalled asking where she was and instead of an answer he was put under and sent to kill her. He remembered her begging for him to let go of her as she fought back, how after he’d cut her skin would melt back together to heal herself. Her cries and pleas rang through his ears just like everyone else’s but here stood out, the only person in years who cared about him and talked to him like a human instead of a dog, the person who put her energy into healing him day after day, the person who quietly reassured him with a sweet smile on her face when in need, her words always gentle and kind. Then he hurt her, after putting so much trust in him he had hurt her.

He was thankful she’d got away, that she got off Hydras radar. But deep down the world ended when she left. “I don’t know.” He said avoiding her harsh gaze.

“Are you still-“

“No, I’m not in their custody anymore. They don’t know where I am.”

“How are you so sure?” She sneered.

“Because I tore it out,” he spoke up defensively. James had ripped out the chip they put in him, that made sense to the scab on his neck the chip was small and could easily be felt not a surprise it healed easily for it wasn't deep.

“I wouldn't put you in danger again, I can't ever forgive myself for hurting you before, I wont let it happen again.” he mumbled looking down.

He heard her hum before scooting closer to him, “Sit up James.” she said her finger tapping his chin to looks up,

“You can't stop what you can't control James.” She spoke her hands moving to his wound. A soft glow of white can from her hands a tingling sensation lurking around his wound as she heals him.

“I-” she started before closing her mouth.

“I know what you're capable of and in truth it scares me, because I can't get through to you when you're mind is clouded,” she spoke, her eyes focusing on him wound.

James felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces at her words; the fear etched across her face pierced him deeper than any blade. She had every reason to be afraid—he was a man steeped in darkness, stained with the blood of his past. Her voice broke through the thickness of his thoughts, sharp and clear.

“But I think I understand,” she continued, her tone shifting from trepidation to something almost contemplative. “You’re all alone, just like me. If was so easy to kill Pierce would have done it himself. Instead, he sent you. It’s sickening, isn’t it?” A laugh escaped her lips, a haunting sound laced with both amusement and resignation. It echoed in the dim light, chilling him as it lingered in the air between them.

She shook her head slowly, a deep sense of weight settling over her thoughts like a heavy fog. “They sent the one person I treasured more than anyone else, the person I trusted most—on a mission to take my life.”

Pierce knew it hurt not only her but James as well, he knew she didn't fear death for she had never been close to it. And when she was about to face it flight took over, panic, crying, and screaming. Pierce got the sick satisfaction of having James who would have never laid a finger on her try and kill her, her body under his as he suffocated her his hand crushing her throat as she kicked and screamed. He remembered how her nails clawed at his face, trying to desperately pry his metal hand on of her throat, “Get off, please, please I don't wanna die. You don't have to do this.”

Looking up she saw his lip tremble, tears welding up in his eyes. “James-” she whispered sitting up her hands pulling away from his abdomen.

James hunched over, feeling the weight of his emotions press down on him, his forehead resting against his knees as he wrapped his arms around his head. The defeat in his posture was noticeable, a silent cry for solace that hung heavily in the air. She looked at him, her heart aching, and reached out instinctively, but then hesitated, her hands hovering uncertainly before retracting back to her own lap.

A frown creased her brow, and she absentmindedly began to pick at the delicate skin on her fingers, a nervous habit that surfaced in tense moments peeling the skin from her fingers. Inside, a wave of frustration crashed over her; she mentally chastised herself for bringing the painful topic into the air. Why had she opened her mouth? All she had needed to do was offer him silent support, to be there without the burden of words. She should have just kept quiet, allowing him the space to gather his thoughts without feeling the pressure of their past so obviously weighing down on her.

She took a deep breath before reaching out her hands carefully going to his wrist her body getting closer to him, “ James..” she whispered prying his hands from his head.

She was hurt her protective shield coming off and being harsh towards the broken man. He’d been through so much, his vulnerability spilling out in front of her. He felt safe here, he had no reason to harm her anymore even if he was afraid he’d hurt her again she was all he had. “James.. please look at me..” she spoke desperate for him to look at her.

James slowly picked his head up, her hands moving from his wrist to his face. The way he flinched broke her heart, causing her to pry her hands away, only for him to bring her hands to his face. He melted in the warmth of her touch, her thumbs rubbing his face. “If I could, I’d take it all back… I would’ve taken you with me…” she said, her voice filled with sadness.

She urged him closer. James allowed himself to embrace her his body leaving his chair falling on his knees his arms holding her close as her hands cradled his head. “You promised you wouldn't leave me there by myself..” he broke.

“I know… I know, I'm sorry…” she uttered.

Even after all the feeling of betrayal on both ends, they found each other again, running back to one another like before. Even with the thousands of miles between them, they'd crawl back to each other, she held his heart with such care while captive together. “Let me help you again…” she spoke up pulling his head back to meet his eyes.

James nodded his head tiredly before finding home back in her embrace. It would take both of them time to fully trust each other again but through it all this was the best things he’s done for himself. She kept his word helping him month after month, opening her home to him and helping him adjust to his new found freedom. Two years they would spend together, their fondness for each other never diminishing. Bucky came to terms that he didn’t have to be on edge all the time with her, now sleeping by her side at night.

He never realized how much he needed her till now.

a/n: messy sure maybe i’ll fix it up later but hope u enjoyed!

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

~ i'd never want once from the cherry tree ~

kappa x reader

summary: a family gathering takes an unexpected turn, and you swear you're going crazy

warnings: kinda yandere!kappa? alcohol, kappa deserves his own warning (he ain't really in this part much tbf)

a/n: you have a twin brother in this, I'm sorry it's probably inaccurate but it's a huge plot line later on!)

It was late in the afternoon, the sun began to set, bleeding pretty colours of a vibrant pink and orange hue. You'd already showered and had changed into some more comfortable clothing - a patchwork shirt and a pair of mandala pattern shorts. You'd made yourself a herbal tea, flicking on the record player in the corner of the room still going until there was a firm knock on your front door.

Your smile widened, becoming ecstatic at the sight of your parents and twin brother. Eagerly, you opened the door, welcoming them into your home. As you shut the door, you gasped for air when your mother pulled you into a hug.

"I can't believe you still have all these." your dad said, chuckling as he gestured to the record player playing softly.

You laughed softly, turning up the record player a notch.

"Got in just before the rain?" you teased, nudging your brother Fionn playfully. The two of you had always been close, and your parents had said you'd always had a strong connection. Growing together meant that you shared a bond that many usual siblings couldn't even imagine sharing.

"Did you cook something?" your mother asked, glancing over at the kitchen, the scent of the lentil bolognese cooking bringing a wave of nostalgia - a staple family dish in your household.

"Only the best lentil pasta you've ever tasted." you said proudly, moving into your small kitchenette so that you could stir the tomato sauce you'd prepped for the family meal.

Your parents smiled, glad to hear that you still loved cooking, after all these years. It was always something that you'd loved, and it was nice that that hadn't changed.

You took out the hand painted bowls from your cupboard, little trinkets that you and Fionn had made as kids. You served it on the table with two large bowls of salad and bread so that your family could help themselves. Feeling generous, you cracked a bottle of red wine open for your folks, knowing it would certainly please your mother at least.

"Tastes amazing, as always, sis... maybe you should start serving it to the family."

You almost choked on your pasta, sipping at your water to wash it down. Your parents looking over at you concerned, hiding you awkward cough with a low chuckle, hoping that your parents didn't catch on to what Fionn was implying.

Hell, you weren't even sure what he was implying.

"Are you alright, honey?" your mother asked, leaning over the table a little. Your dad leaned back in his chair, glancing between the two of you.

You nodded at your mother, still washing down your pasta with a large gulp of water as Fionn nearly spat out his wine from laughing. Your parents grew a little suspicious at the unusual interaction but they soon waved it off dismissively.

"It's nothing... think Fionn here is just afraid I'm gonna run away and start feeding cults or something." you laughed, though your own words made your heart skip a beat at your own implications. You knew it wasn't far from the truth, but you doubt you'd be there to feed them.

"A cult?" your dad asked, glancing over to his son with an amused brow. "What you wanna be the next Jim Jones or something?" he joked. You laughed though you hid it well enough so that your parents couldn't see it.

"C'mon, you know she'd never do anything like that." Fionn snickered, smirking as your dad shook his head. Your brother took a sip of the wine, pretending to choke like it was poisoned koolaid making you playfully kick him under the table.

"Actually, dad, yeah... I'm gonna run away and fall in love with a cult leader and everything." you joked, making your dad roll his eyes with a fond smile at your teasing gesture.

"Oh yeah? Some hippie with dreadlocks and a joint in his mouth in the back of a van? Would you go for that?" your dad said jokingly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

The entire situation was very ironic. There was so much truth in your words and you had no idea.

You nearly choked again on your food, coughing loudly as tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm just saying... I don't want you falling in love with some weird hippie that lives in the back of a van, okay?" he said jokingly as he reached over to steal some of your bread from your plate. "That would be a nightmare."

Your father chuckled, amused by his own joke. In a way, you knew he was just trying to look out for you.

"Well... what if I become the weird hippie that lives in the back of a van?" you bit back playfully, raising a brow at your father.

Fionn smirked, amused that you were even bold enough to go this far in front of your parents. But to his surprise, there wasn't any suspicion - as though perhaps your parents weren't as perceptive as you believed them to be.

"I wouldn't let you do that... too dangerous.... no weird men, okay? I don't want anyone stealing my little girl away."

"Guess you won't be coming to the wedding then?" you smiled, nudging your dad as you stole your bread back from his plate.

Your dad's eyes widened as he looked to Fionn, then back to you. "Wedding?! What wedding?"

Your mother looked over, smiling when she caught on to the conversation. She looked between you and Fionn with a knowing, dreamy smile on her face.

"Married? You're getting married?"

You and your brother burst out laughing. You shook your head dismissively as you choked on your words.

"There's no wedding, Mama," you giggled, "nobody's getting married."

"I can't believe none of our babies are married yet," she said, looking over at her husband with a dramatic tone, "what have we done wrong?"

You chuckled softly at the dramatic display, sipping at your wine. "Nothing, Mama. Just don't suppose we've met the right people yet." you shrugged nonchalantly.

Though your words stung to say. You had met the one. You were sure of it. Though you knew your parents couldn't know that this was the life you were choosing. You didn't like this. Not one bit. You hated lying to your parents and knowing you'd have to create an entire web of lives to keep them off your back.

Fionn looked over at you with a knowing smirk before turning to whisper into the ear of your mother. "I think she's already in love. She's got that look..." he whispered with a chuckle.

You pretended that you hadn't heard him - but you did.

Your mother, however, looked... happy. All she'd ever wanted for her children was for them to be themselves and find love. Her mind worked in romanticism and fairy tales like that.

"Anyone for dessert?" you spoke, desperately attempting to shift the topic at hand. "It's tiramisu... grandma's recipe."

Your parents agreed, and Fionn joined you in the kitchen to help dish out the dessert and clear away the dinner plates. You were only halfway through the night and already you felt your nerves creep in like an unwanted guest.

Fionn threw you a sympathetic smile, sensing your anxiety.

"Still got board games to get through." you joked to Fionn as he laughed, offering to take your dessert bowl to the table.

After dessert, and some mindless chatter, your family followed you into your living area, watching intently as your dad attempted to set up monopoly on your coffee table, mumbling and groaning to himself.

You and Fionn were insanely competitive with one another, and so it wasn't a surprise that he groaned and muttered at you under his breath when your brother found that he was losing.

Your parents held hands, something that always made you smile. The sweet, wholesome gesture softens your features. They had, you supposed, what you had always wanted. A tender, gentle love that lasted forever.

You suddenly looked up in surprise - when you swore you heard a knock on your front door and yet it went completely past your parents.

You heard it again. Again... and again... as your family went about the routine of the game, completely oblivious.

"Should you get the door, honey?" your mother asked with her eyebrow raised, glancing over her shoulder at your wooden front door.

You glanced around nervously, gulping as you stood to your feet. Though to your surprise, there was nobody on the other side to greet you. You shrugged it off, dismissing your thoughts as quickly as they came, closing and locking the door.

"Must've had the wrong house..." you said quietly, rejoining your family on the floor around your coffee table.

Throughout the night, there were no more intrusive questions or subtle jokes about what had happened, to which you were relieved. after packing away, you led your parents to their room, kissing them goodnight.

You rejoined Fionn downstairs, two mugs of chamomile in your hands.

"What was the deal with all that?" you asked your brother with an irritated tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he said, eyeing you with a glare at the accusation. "It's weird that you thought someone was at the door."

You sighed, throwing yourself down on the couch next to your brother.

"No, Fionn... I heard it and you did too... I know you did." you said, sipping at your tea and rubbing a hand over your eyes. "Listen, if you're playing with me on this..." you began but he held his hands up in defence. No, Fionn wasn't that much of an asshole.

"Look, I just thought it would be funny to see you panic... I didn't think you'd actually believe I heard it." he said, his eyes softening as he watched you look away.

"I know... but I really did hear it, Fionn..."you spoke lowly, starting to become a little scared. Kappa had barely been on your mind all night so why was everything flooding back now?

"you're a dick... but you're my brother and I love you, yeah?" you smiled, ruffling his hair with a cheeky grin. To ease your mind, you flicked on a movie so that you could both criticise how awful the special effects were.

You sat there, laughing with your brother as he threw popcorn at you, cheering when you caught one in your mouth perfectly. Fionn clapped mockingly, making you take a dramatic bow. It was nice. It made you forget about everything. About the cult leader waiting for you to show him a sign. Anything.

It was then you noticed it... a figure. A silhouette behind him.

Your breath hitched, hands trembling.

"Fionn... stay still. There's... something behind you." you said lowly, almost so quiet he couldn't hear you.

Your eyes widened, searching frantically around the room, Fionn following your eyes with a concerned expression etched into his eyes. Your breathing quickened, inhaling deep breaths as you glanced around the room - but there was no sign of anyone.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "i'm just a little jumpy." you said with a sheepish laugh, "I don't know what I thought I saw." you said, brushing your shoulder with Fionn's to reassure him.

He smiled, though it looked a little too forced as he took in a deep breath. "Let's just... finish the shitty movie, yeah?" he asked, glancing back at the television.

He was here. You knew it. And in an odd way, it made your heart warm knowing you'd see Kappa again.

"That movie way so dumb." you laughed, switching off the television screen. You watched as Fionn walked to the front door, checking your lock for what seemed to be the hundredth time. "Jesus, Fionn, you know you've checked it about ten times." you smiled, though flattered that he wanted to make sure you were okay.

"Yeah I know, I just... I have a bad feeling." he said, looking over at you with concern written across his face.

"I'll be fine, Fionn..." you assured, playfully telling him to get his ass to bed. You followed him up the stairs, bidding your twin goodnight before heading to your own room. You sat on your windowsill, lighting up a cigarette, hoping to smoke away the stress of the night.

You thought about him again. How you hadn't seen him since that night. The night the family broke into your home. The night you'd let Kappa have you.

The night you fell in love.

It was crazy to think that you'd met him once and yet you'd become obsessed. You'd fallen in love and had your heart broken all in one night.

"Knock, knock." a voice whispered from the corner of the room, a mischievous tone to the voice.

You flinched at the unexpected noise but your heart leapt as you threw away your cigarette. You couldn't believe it. Clyde had wanted to be reunited with Bonnie - and so soon.

"You didn't really think I'd wait that long to see you again, did you?" he asked with a smirk, looking you up and down, like he was undressing you intently with every look.

"My brother is in the next room." you whispered, shutting your window behind him as he went to sit on your bed. You were wearing the same little nightgown you wore the night you met, making him smile fondly.

"Why are you worried about him?" Kappa whispered back with a smirk. "Can't I come see my girl?" he asked, tugging you closer so that you straddled his legs.

"Oh, I'm your girl now, huh?" you joked, resting your hands on his chest. "We meet once and suddenly I'm your girl?" you teased, threading a hand through his hair.

"Mhm... that's right.." he spoke into your ear, nipping at the skin of your neck as if to taunt you.

"Jesus! Not so fucking loud." you hissed quietly, glancing at the door as Kappa laughed lowly. "What would they say, huh? If they saw their precious little baby like this?" you teased, referring to your parents.

"I reckon they'd be quite surprised... they have no idea about their little girl's wild side. Her little obsession with me." he whispered teasingly.

His breath was warm on your skin, and your face heated up as he nipped at your skin. "If anything, it's you that's obsessed with me..." you bit back playfully, softly tugging at his hair.

"You know I can't keep my hands off you." he murmured into your ear, nipping and biting at the skin of your throat, his hand gripping at your thigh.

"Why are you here?" you asked, not harshly but with tenderness. With a gentle curiosity.

"i needed to see you, sugar..." he spoke, his voice a little quieter than usual. He looked into your eyes, hands roaming the exposed flesh of your thighs. "I couldn't stop thinking about you... are you not happy to see me?"

You sighed contently, holding his face in your hands, his face buried in your chest as he pressed soft kissed there.

"You're mine, y'know that?... only mine, sugar." he breathed with a possessive glint in his eyes, leaning in to press a slow kiss on your lips.

"Mhmm... all yours, Kappa." you hushed out, desperate not to disturb the rest of your family. "So what do you think... about me joining?" you whispered softly, referring to what you asked him the night you met.

He chuckled, running his fingertips up and down your bare arm. "You're not gonna let me say no, are you, sugar?" he asked, a small smile on his lips as he looked up at you.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you around all the time..." he whispered, toying with the lacy hem of your nightgown.

"If my parents told me I'd fall in love with a cult leader and join a hippie cult I would've laughed in their faces." you giggled, the sweet sound amusing Kappa.

He was flattered that you wanted to join this life with him. Meet the family and lead alongside him. And he couldn't help but think back to the other night, at the bonfire with Theta. How jealous she was and how excited the family were to meet you.

"Who would've thought, huh?" he teased, chuckling lowly to himself as well. He could feel your lips on his skin, cradling your head to his chest as you left small, heated kisses on his shoulders - his heart racing.

Kappa tilted your chin up from his body, making you look into his eyes. He grinned, admiring the sight of you above him, so adored and flushed before leaning in and giving a passionate kiss to your lips.

"You're real pretty, sugar." he hummed gently, "and all fucking mine." he said possessively, holding your waist to steady you.

You nodded with a content hum. You swore you could stay like this forever with him. You wished you could walk out with him right now - to show your parents who you loved and who you were going to marry someday.

You were pulled from your reverie as you heard a knock on your bedroom door, your eyes widening as your blissful peace was cut short.

"Sis? You still up?" Fionn's voice called from the other side of the door.

[gojo-mochi]

Softy my dear! Please, I give you this star 🌠 in exchange for kissing Toji under the missile toad. Thank you for the surprise request opening & I hope you're having a wonderful holiday!

[She / Her are my pronouns 🩶]

Happy new year!!!! sorry it kinda late waHHH!

Idk why it got so….like that at the end … blame toji

You were snuggled neatly on Toji’s lap, head tucked under his chin, as he flicked through various TV channels. To your surprise, he lands on one of those cheesy Hallmark movies. He settles on the couch, pulling you back with him. An arm snugly wrapped around your waist, fingers softly tracing patterns on your hip, sometimes sneaking a thumb in your waistband and feeling the plush skin there. You thought this was like a ‘Netflix and Chill’ kind of excuse where you put on a shitty movie and pretend to pay attention. But somehow, Toji’s attention was fixated on the movie.

It was the normal storyline: a big city woman goes back home to her small country town and meets a local there. They butt heads but soon are forced to fight together against the big bad evil corpo that is threatening to ruin Christmas for the small town. Then, in the end, they fall in love, and the woman leaves the city to be with the small town guy. You were only a quarter through the movie, but every plot point was playing out like you expected. “Are you secretly a romantic or something, Toji?” You teased lightly, stealing some of the popcorn from the bowl and munching on it. Toji snorts, “I just like making fun of them; look at how stupid everyone is. Especially the female lead; I mean, she’s leaving a rich lifestyle for some country town snob.” Now, you really didn’t expect Toji to be that invested in this plot. He rolls his eyes as the male lead accidentally bumps into the female lead, causing them to topple on top of each other, looking longingly into each other's eyes.

Toji makes snide comments here and there, his hand fully making its way under your shirt at the halfway point of the movie, just keeping it there for warmth. You eventually settled in, enjoying your boyfriend’s warmth, the cheesy movie, and stealing most of the popcorn from under his nose. Toji’s hand goes to the popcorn bowl only to find it empty, and he turns to you with a small frown. “What happened to all the popcorn?” You shrugged with a mischievous grin. “Maybe the ghost of Christmas’s past got to it?” Toji narrows his eyes at you, grabbing your salt-covered hand and sticking your fingers in his mouth. "Hmm, you taste like a liar and a thief to me.” 

He purposely drools on your hand, his grip iron tight on your wrist, not letting you escape. “Ew! Toji! Stop that.” He only chuckles cruelly in response, pulling you in towards his chest and tickling your sides. You squirm and wiggle in his grasp, trying to escape, only to be pushed down on the couch with Toji on top. His hands are still glued to your sides, and fits of giggles bubble from your lips. Then both your attentions get torn back to the TV as the climax of the movie is reached and a loud and cheerful Christmas song is played as the two main leads are seen going for a kiss under a mistletoe.

Toji snorts, but an idea pops into his head as he watches the scene. He squishes your cheeks in his massive palm, making you pucker your lips together. “This is a fitting punishment for a thief like you." He leans in, his whole tongue sticking out as he licks your lips messily, chuckling at your whining and squirming. Shushing you with a proper kiss this time, his lips searing themselves to yours, his tongue coming out again to poke and prod its way into your awaiting mouth. Tasting the salt from the popcorn and some sweetness from the hot cocoa you were sipping on. He pulls away, leaving your face and lips a mess. Slick and shiny with his drool and spit all over your chin. He coos at you as he wipes away at your face, coating his hand in his own drool. 

“I think we can still use this somewhere else..”

[p1zzaparty]

14 and 22 for Richie Tozier?

HEHE oh my god this is already so much fun

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character. God honestly for Richie i always wavered on his fashion choices. Like i don't see him as utterly incompetent, he's aware of fashion. He just enjoys to wear colorful, usually warm colored clothes. Marketing says it helps make his audience find him funnier when he wears bright "happy" colors. But i do think he enjoys them, but at home he's a t-shirt and sweats kinda guy. Its kind of depressing seeing him go from such a silly button up to simple tee's and pj pants with yoda slippers. He definitely enjoys patterns though, probably wishes he could break from the "warm color" aesthetic Steve is so consistent about, maybe throw in a little purple! God and he'd wear bowling shirts too, i hate this man.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

okay so i must admit something chat.. I am, like, a very shy fic reader 😭 Like people are writing incredible pieces of my favorite characters and they write them so well/if not better that i can read about them idk going to the store?? Is it so insane for me to get so bashful and shy so i don't read tooo many fics Anyways i DO have a lot of small things with how people write Richie!

The pros are i loooove how people write some of his dialog. I do feel like some people make him all goof and no, yknow, whatever tf is wrong with him. Yeah hes silly but that is a grown man going through something, give him some melancholy-ness!! ESPECIALLY @gaylittlerichie !!! The way they write Richie and his dialog is always so much fun and refreshing 😭

Please check out some of their work!!! Heavily underrated honestly tf As for any complaints on how other people write him ummm I think i just stated this but i really REALLY prefer him to be written like a grown men who's not just the comedic side piece. I love when writers make him shy and nervous, he was severely bullied that mans got a lot of social issues. THANK YOU AGAIN i love seeing people play these and participate!! Og post for everyone <3

[watsername]

Dteam la velada outfits go 🎤🎤🎤🎤

first and fucking foremost this isn’t an attack on anyone if i get a ‘let them wear what they want’ from any cunt i’ll boot u they can wear what they want there’s no dress code but that doesn’t mean im gonna like it

ok . um . um . i just don’t understand this hooded number .like i think i get the whole needing to hide the back of the mask but there’s ways it could’ve been down without this brown thing i can’t even tell what the pattern is . i like the blazer giving us the smart casual i rlly think we couldn’t played more into that being the focal point of the outfit but i do understand that the outfit needed something just to break up the black from the trousers and the blazer i just don’t think this brown was the way to go it looks like someone buying and wearing something just for the name although idk what he’s wearing

i live george and the colours suit him well just something about having the shirt buttoned up just makes it seem too big in a way that’s not oversized . like it’s not bad it’s just missing something havibg the navy and the black just feels like extremely dark the white tshirt is a good idea to break up the outfit but having the over shirt buttoned entirely just kinda makes it a bit useless

i love sapnap isn’t afraid of patterns i rlly do but bro looks like guy fieri on his way bowling . idk maybe wearing the shirt open or half tucked would just make it a little more dynamic or maybe just undoing some of the buttons . maybe just set up some pins in front of him and pass him the ball idk .

anyway . good casual outfits (apart from the fucking good) but on this carpet ? rotted .

[creativeashproductions]

Proceed With Caution // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: The reader doesn’t expect to become involved in a hostage situation with her fiance’s older sister, the older sister’s best friend and the best friend’s date from hell. With the addition of a SWAT member, how will the taking of dispatch change?

Warnings: Swearing, blood, threats, angst, guns, hostage/kidnapping

Words: 5.9k

A/N: Recently got into the tv show 9-1-1 and completely fell in love with Buck so here I am writing for him as well. This takes place during the season three episode ‘The Taking of Dispatch 9-1-1’. Reader and Buck are already in an established relationship.

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The apartment was quiet as the sound of your keys clattered in the bowl on the countertop. It was pretty early in the morning, so you had no doubts that Buck would be just waking up. On his days off, he would use the first day to catch up on sleep; based on prior times, he would be up in half an hour.

“Buck?” You called out from the kitchen. You heard a groan from the loft where Buck was in the process of waking up, “I forgot to drop off that book Maddie wants to borrow. When I get back, do you want to get breakfast?”

A grumble you somehow translated to approval was what you received in response. You jogged up the stairs to the loft to grab the book from your bookshelf. Buck’s bare leg stretched out from underneath the comforter on your side. The soft sighs Buck made in his sleepy state tugged at your heart; the sighs grew louder when you bent to kiss his head.

“See you in a bit.” You whispered to the sleepy soft male. He sleepily grinned in response before curling into your pillow.

The sound of your footsteps softened on the steps back to the main level of the apartment. Your keys snagged from the bowl before you gently closed the door behind you. The sun was gorgeous to be awake to see and had Buck not worked a long shift, you’d have adored watching it with him.

Your car pulled out of the parking spot in the Los Angeles Service Center’s direction that Maddie worked at. Your lips quirked as the radio spewed out the station that Christopher listened to in the car. You could even pick up the book in the backseat where he called his spot. The book could be found in Buck’s Jeep as well.

It had maybe three days since you’d seen the young Diaz, and damn did you miss the kid. Christopher has his enigmatic quality that demanded you love him for all that made him simply Christopher. The second you’d met him, you knew he would mean a lot to you.

You hummed in time with the song that was currently Christopher’s absolute favourite. Slowly you went from humming to singing along when the light turned green. A handful of songs came and went on the admittedly long drive due to traffic.

It was about forty minutes after leaving your apartment that you parked next to Maddie’s car in the parking lot. Lucy was sitting at the front office with a grin you matched. The woman buzzed you before she clocked out with her reprieve Jake.

“Hey, Sue!” You grinned at the older redhead. Sue had absolutely no problem seeing you, given that you were welcome in the building.

Sue’s first interaction was when you came to the centre to pick up Maddie when she came to work sick. Maddie had managed to keep it under wraps for an hour before Sue caught on. Ever since, Sue was fond of asking Maddie about her brother and you.

“Maddie’s not in just yet.” Sue spoke with a kind smile, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to meet with one of our sit alongs.”

You nodded towards her while beelining for the woman’s bathroom, hoping to catch Maddie after using it. You’d drank too much water on your run earlier this morning. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate in the time you’d entered the bathroom, several things happened. Lucy ended her shift, Jake started his shift, and a group of strangers entered the building.

Your hand went to push open the door when through the crack, you saw two men you’d never seen before. Years of your job gave you enough feeling to know that something wasn’t right. That being said, you eased the door closed and attempted to find a hiding spot.

The garbage was too narrow and had no lid. The few seconds you had left, you glanced up. The ceiling hadn’t been renovated in many years. Rectangular sheets could be raised. Thankful of the rock climbing lessons you’d done with Maddie, you managed to crawl into the ceiling just as the two men entered.

“Nobody’s here.” The one-man with his head as pale and shiny as a cue ball. He gave off the most creepy vibe; the shorter Hispanic man wasn’t as violent looking, “Kinda hoping someone tries something. I’ve wanted to try out this.”

The man waved the large gun in his hand with a sick smile that twisted your stomach. That was the moment you’d realized something was very wrong. The second they left, you gently dropped back on the ground. Your first instinct was to send a message to Athena, but there was a fatal flaw. You’d expected to be in and out of the building quickly, so you’d left your phone in the car.

“Fuck.” You swore. One hand roughly running over your forehead as you contemplated figuring out a plan.

The building had many cameras throughout that you knew the blindspots for. The year after high school and during the summers, you’d worked in the building. Despite having worked here when you were younger, it was never during Sue’s shift. Over the years, you’d come to know the blind spots and a few cameras that were decoys. You even remembered Maddie and her friend Josh complaining about three cameras not fixed yet.

“Think.” You breathed, making a pattern of pacing, “They’ll need a lookout. They’ll take out the security guard first. The front doors are out. It’s a team, so they’ll also need eyes on the building. Terry is definitely a hostage.”

Of course, you’d end up in a volatile situation during the first half of your day before your shift started. The only comforting thing about the situation was the holstered gun on your hip and the badge on your belt. Maybe you should backtrack to why you had a gun and badge; you were an LAPD member, specifically SWAT.

“The changeroom.” You breathed, recalling it was down the hall with no camera. All you needed to do was pretend to be a dispatcher. The changeroom, now mostly a file room, had a few extra maroon and blue uniform shirts.

You timed it. The man holding Sue’s tablet was in the process of talking with his cohort, so you dashed to the room. You took no time in changing into a loose maroon shirt with your thick sweater overtop to hide the gun in the small of your back.

Your holster, badge and personal shirt tucked in the bottom of a box for safekeeping. As soon as you saw your entry, you sat with the group of hostages a hall over. A few looked surprised but let it go when you raised one finger to your lips.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Maddie hissed from the other side of a startled Josh. Both of them were surprised at seeing you here, “Oh my god. Buck is going to kill me.”

“I was dropping off your book before I get breakfast with Buck, but it appears my small bladder saved my life.” You snarked with your eyes scanning the room, “What’s going on?”

“That is my date from hell, Greg.” Josh inconspicuously pointed towards the man, clearly giving orders. The anger flared inside you, “You need to get out.”

“Josh, no offence, but I’m an officer with the LAPD. I work with SWAT. I’m your best bet of making it out alive.” You informed the dispatch duo, who went still as Cue Ball patrolled the hallway with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“They took control of the building for a reason we don’t know about. We’re still working but under strict monitoring. They said it will be an hour, but we’ve seen their faces.”

“No witnesses.” You finished for Maddie with a deep sigh, “Unfortunately I left my phone in the car. Did they take yours-”

“They took Linda’s EpiPen. Of course, we don’t have phones.” Maddie sighed, leaning back to rest her head against the wall. Not even having a SWAT member by her side was comforting; your badge put a more significant target on you.

“We have to warn someone.” Josh mumbled to both Maddie and you, “You’re on shift Y/N?”

“Not for a few hours. I was supposed to drop off the book and get breakfast with Buck before my shift. This was supposed to be five minutes tops, so I left my phone in my car.”

“I already did.” Maddie spoke with a sad look on her face that overtook the fear, “I just hope he gets the message.”

Your hand reached out to squeeze the woman you’d had a hand in raising Buck more than their parents. Maddie had become family when you first started dating Buck. The in-law part of her familial relationship to you never crossed your minds; you were simply sisters to each other.

“Who?”

“Chim. I told him I loved him.” Maddie finished with a teary gaze. It made you sick seeing that look again after Doug.

You remembered seeing that haunted look when she stumbled out of the thicker woods covered in blood. You’d stayed by Athena’s side when Buck clutched her so tight and sobbed with her. It had been before you’d become serious with the man, but it was that frightening day that Buck fell for you. You’d just finished a taxing shift with your team when you heard about Maddie was missing, and Chim was in the hospital. You’d ignored the exhaustion to search high and low through your work contacts before narrowing the search area.

“Good thing Chimney obsesses over the little things.” You spoke, slouching down against the wall, “We’ll get throu-”

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Maddie warned you with her brows furrowed together, and you saw what she was doing. Despite your years of experience and the gun you had, she pushed her fear down behind the concern that a big sister shows her young siblings.

“I won’t.”

At 8am, Buck was just entering the apartment building from grabbing the mail addressed to both you and him when Chim had called.

“Yup, go for Buck.” Buck spoke, opening the door to the apartment he’d only temporarily left. His morning had been late after his long shift the night before. The most productive thing was dressing for his breakfast date with you and grabbing the mail.

“How come 9-1-1 doesn’t respond when I call?” Chimney questioned the younger, now confused male.

“Uh, is that some kind of riddle? Like who watches the watchmen?” Buck asked, closing the door behind him. His eyes scanned around for any indication you’d returned home, but the bowl was vacant of your keys.

“Neither of those things are riddles. Okay, I just tried calling 9-1-1, and I got the high call volume message. Did I miss an earthquake or something?”

“Nope, pretty chill morning.” Buck responded as he closed the fridge door with a bottle of water in hand. The entire conversation wasn’t concerning to him, given that Chimney was often like this.

“Where’s Y/N? She’s the police she’ll know-”

“She’s not home right now. Wait, why are you calling 9-1-1? Is everything okay?” Buck slowly asked with his brows coming together. The sigh of frustration from Chimney was answer enough.

“Your sister said that she loved me.”

“Yeah. Wasn’t that uh, the whole point in that big date you had last night?” Buck inquired on his way to the table. He had a feeling this was going to be a long conversation that would hopefully pass the time until you got home.

“You declare your love, and she declares hers? That’s how it went with Y/N and me.”

“Yeah, I know, okay, but she didn’t, all right? At least not last night. Look, she made this big deal saying that she couldn’t say those words, and then this morning, she blurts them out and hangs up on me.” Chimney speaks, pacing in his own apartment. The side by the side of Chimney and Buck’s separate apartments told different tales of their states.

“It’s still not quite sounding like an emergency.”

“’Cause I sound insane.” Chimney spoke, staring up at the ceiling with a battle in his mind. He wants Buck to talk him out of this, but he also wants Buck to agree with him, “She’s at the call centre. What could happen there? You know what, forget it, I’ll try Y/N again.”

“Again?” Buck questioned just as his co-worker ended the call. Buck tugged his phone away from his ear to stare at it confused.

You always answered the phone if you weren’t working at the moment, but given you still had hours, he found it unsettling. After seeing the news report with the ladder truck on top of him, calls weren’t ignored between you two. That feeling of concern grew when you didn’t answer his call either. Nor the second one.

“Nah, she’s probably talking with Maddie.” Buck spoke, but that second-guessing feeling didn’t dissipate. 

In the call centre, you’d been marched to one of the stations with a deep hope that you’d remember everything. It had been years by then since you’d worked as a dispatcher. It didn’t help with the gunmen patrolling the room.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” You calmly questioned the caller.

“Hi, my cat is up the tree by my house. Could you send someone?”

“Can I get your name?” You went through the motions of getting her name and address before you informed the woman, “Okay, the LAFD and LAPD no longer respond to calls of cats in trees. The cat will make its way down on its own. If the tree is in your backyard, I’d use the time to garden or read a book on this beautiful day.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

“It’s no problem. Having a wonderful day Susan.”

In no time at all, you’d been rotated into the board room away from Josh and Maddie. It gave you time to inspect everyone you hadn’t made contact with yet. No one appeared harmed other than in distress with the situation.

“Downtown. They don’t want anyone downtown.” Linda whispered as Maddie was guided onto the floor by the elbow. You’d only gathered her name from her near-silent introduction to you when the hired guns had been far from your area.

“Let’s go.” Greg snapped, roughly pushing you towards the conference room. Something deep in your gut already predicted that someone was going to be stupid.

It was your sharp eyesight catching the minuscule agitation in Greg’s interactions with the Cue Ball guy. The slight tightening of his grip on the gun, the tension in the room growing stifling. And everyone knows that when emotions run high stupid things happen.

“Why do they keep moving us around like this?” The man beside Maddie questioned. He was definitely the most shaken of the group. He was basically shaking like a chihuahua.

“To disorient us.” Maddie spoke, staring at the group monitoring the dispatchers currently in play. Her eyes refused to leave them.

“So, we can’t make a plan.” You finished for your sister-in-law. Objectively out of everyone, Maddie, Sue and you were the most collected individuals for various reasons.

Maddie had lived in a volatile house with a man that could be unpredictable if a situation called for it in his mind. Sue had been working in the centre for years to navigate the emergency while you walked into dangerous situations.

“Jamal.” The shaking man spoke, holding his hand out towards you, “Are you new?”

“No.” You spoke as you shook his hand, “I’m Y/N. Maddie’s sister-in-law. I’m filling in as a favour for Sue.”

The lie slipped off your lips a little too quickly. You decided to come to this hostage situation as if you were undercover. It meant having to ignore that Maddie was in the situation with you.  

“Worst day for a favour.” Jamal snorted with his eyes pinned on one of the armed men holding all your lives in their hands. You’d have spoken, but Jamal checked out mentally from the conversation waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The shoe dropped when the IT Specialist announced numbly, “Jake’s dead. They shot him.”

It didn’t matter how long you’d been working for the LAPD, any death, whether it was a civilian or a criminal, it was still was startling. Jake, the security guard that alternated shifts with Lucy, wasn’t someone you spoke with. He was on shift when you weren’t here or just missed the shift change.

“We need to get a message out.” Jamal spoke, glancing at the only people in the right state of mind, and those were Maddie, Josh and you. Terry had seen the violence these men had no issues with.

“I did.” Josh breathed, thinking of the arguably cute security guard he sometimes liked to stare at, “A woman called about onions in an omelette. I dispatched an officer.”

“To the restaurant?” Maddie inquired with her pinkie connected with yours for comfort. Both of you would prefer your SO’s hand instead.

“Not exactly.” Josh replied, staring at his best friend with a glimpse of hope in his brown eyes.

Hope may be the only way you could get out of this without hurting anyone in your admittedly surface level plan.

“Buck will think something is up.” You added 

Buck had begun pacing the kitchen of the apartment with Chim adamantly telling his friend his plan to go to the centre. Buck had joined Chimney in the concerned department when you had failed to return to the apartment, return calls and to make matters worse, so was Maddie. His texts had gone unanswered as well, not even having the read receipt on.

“She’s not picking up either. I tried Y/N and Josh, but neither replied. When I tried Maddie and Josh, it went straight to voicemail.”

“Now, I’m definitely going.” Chimney announced, shoving his wallet into his pocket just as someone began knocking on his door.

“What if something is wrong? I know Y/N is a member of SWAT but radio silence? No text to let me know she was called in early?” Buck thought aloud with his finger dragging along his thigh, “Maybe we should call the police.”

“I...think someone already did.” Chimney informed Buck as he stared at the sudden appearance of Sergeant Athena Grant at his door.

“What? What do you mean?” Buck hastily questioned, leaning against the kitchen island. He could just faintly hear Athena speaking on Chimney’s end of the phone, “Chimney? What’s going on?”

“Athena was sent to my apartment. Hang on, Buck, I’m just gonna tell Athena what’s going on.”

Buck stepped away from the island to settle on the stairs to the loft, impatiently waiting for Chimney to finish speaking. That fear of losing pieces of his life expanded deep in his gut, just like the times Maddie left in his childhood. That fear of being left behind.

“What’s she’s saying now?”

“She’s making her case.” Chim whispered as he continued to eavesdrop on Athena’s call with her higher-ups, “Now she’s folding like a cheap suit.”

“All right, let me talk to Athena.” Buck demanded antsy to figure out the situation that clearly had something wrong. That fear he’d thought of early flared catching the tail end of Athena’s conversation, “No! No, no. We can’t just send in SWAT. If there is someone inside the call centre doing something, they’ll know we’re onto them.”

Unfortunately, Buck was correct in this thought process, all thanks to living with a SWAT member. He knew these things after the years he’d been with you.

“Maddie? I think I can sneak up to Terry’s computer. Maybe get eyes on the place-”

“No!” Terry nearly shouted, stiffening when Cue Ball hesitated in the doorway at his sudden shouts. You all held your breath for his reaction, but thankfully he was called away by one of the men, “They have-”

“Terry, I need you to calm down. I’m familiar with these types of situations. I’m SWAT. I need to get on top of this. Don’t be a hero.”

Maddie’s head began to shake when your arm was roughly grabbed by Greg, “Your turn.”

You were separated from Josh and Maddie, but instead of being pushed into one of the dispatcher seats, you were pulled to the original hallway.

“I don’t like how friendly you are with them.” Greg spat, shoving you to rest against the wall, “Don’t move.” 

You catch the eyes of Maddie with an apologetic expression before you used the pacing routine to sneak away. You didn’t release your breath until you were attaching your holder to your hip in the change room. By now, your team would be aware that something was wrong, Hondo would be hell-bent on finding you.

Until you had help, you were on your own.

You used each blindspot of the cameras in the halls to the stairwell, and you used a broom to adjust the cameras. The cameras not kept you from view but not appearing suspicious. Once at the floor where Terry was practically always at you softly closed the door. 

You’d only started to sit down when you heard the ding of the elevator, “Shit.”

You slipped into the closest containing extra parts if anything broke. Through the crack, you saw Terry being held at gunpoint. The gunman that had been holding the tablet on the floor, Ellis as you’d heard.

“You’re telling me every cop in the city has just disappeared?” Ellis demanded as Terry, and he disappeared around one of the corners. The tapping of a screen indicating Ellis was searching for something with Terry’s involuntary help.

“I’m telling you, I don’t know!” Terry snapped back, creating even more tension in the room, but Ellis didn’t move to grab his gun.

Ellis appeared to the only one reluctant to discharge your weapon, unlike Cue Ball, who just happened to join the party.

“Figure it out!” Ellis spat, turning on his heel at the sound of approaching footsteps. You could see him roll his eyes at his team member walking into the room.

“What’s going on here?” Cue ball questioned the duo in different kinds of distress, and you swore Cue Ball enjoyed the intimidation from his teammate and the IT specialist.

“That police car’s not the only one that’s gone dark.” Ellis nervously spoke, stiffening for the volatile reaction that one could expect from Foster.

“You think they know we’re here?” 

“Foster, it could be a system glitch.” Ellis offered keeping one eye on Cue Ball while monitoring Terry’s work as well.

Cue Ball spoke a sentence that sent chills up your spine, “Time to cut our losses.”

As Foster and Ellis began going over their personal plans made out of Greg’s knowledge, you noticed Terry glance over. His eyes widened slightly before quickly looking away when you raised a finger across your lips.

“We can go down the back stairs. I have a car waiting around the corner, we split the art up between the five of us, and we go our separate ways.” Foster spoke, revealing his plan to double-cross Greg, which in all honesty made sense. Greg was ill-fitting to be in charge of their operation, unable to control his lackeys.

“I like that part of the deal.” Ellis breathed, skirting around the trigger happy criminal only to halt in his steps, “Wait, you’ve got a car parked down the street? You were always gonna double-cross Greg.”

“You weren’t?”

“If we’re gonna do this, you can’t just sell famous works of art on eBay.”

“You can’t sell them from prison either.”

At that moment, something almost shifted in the area, something that made you pull your gun from your holster. Your body telling you something was about to happen. It happened in a split second. Foster fled the room leaving only Ellis just outside. With Terry frantically shaking his head, you tiptoed to the unsuspecting criminal.

“LAPD!” You shouted, pointing your gun towards the shocked man, “Put the gun down and put your hands up.”

“Aren’t you a dispatcher?” Ellis questioned, blinking in surprise.

“Aren’t you supposed to be intelligent? Next time check the schedule I haven’t worked here in years.” You spat, keeping your gun pointed on him, “Do I say-”

The sound of two guns going off made Terry flinch and scream as he instinctively dropped to the ground. IT was supposed to be safe, but Terry had now heard three gunshots in under two hours. He really didn’t want to see the outcome of the shots.

A moan coaxed Terry to peek out through the privacy glass. Ellis was on the ground while you kept your gun on him. He didn’t see anything else when the power went out. He didn’t see you drop to your knees, but he heard you.

“Terry...get down. Lay on your stomach with your hands insight, and don’t move.” You informed the terrified IT just as the floor was swarmed.

“Put the gun down!” The sound of Tan’s voice was welcoming as you slowly placed the gun on the ground. “25-David I have Y/L/N. The suspect is down, need medical.”

You got back to your feet when Tan nodded his head, “Thank god. There’s a possible body in the IT room along with the It Specialist Terry.”

“You got your badge on you?” Tan questioned as he cuffed the moaning Ellis up, “Street can you escort her down?”

Street nodded from his position, watching Tan’s back before guiding you to the stairs with hawk eyes. Even off duty, you kept your head on a swivel.

“You caused quite the commotion.” Street spoke halfway down the stairs when you barely mumbled. He caught you as you went down like a sack of potatoes, “Y/N!”

“Adrenaline is crashing.” You moaned, looking at your shoulder where the maroon had grown darker, “I think he shot me.”

“26-David I’m in the stairway. Prepare a medic.” Street spoke into his radio before he strapped the gun away and swept you into his arms, “Think you can have my back?”

“When don’t I?” You wheezed, with the sweat starting to bead on your forehead. As you crashed from adrenaline, you barely noticed being placed on the ground at the main entrance.

A paramedic cutting your borrowed shirt to reveal the bullet hole in your shoulder courtesy of Ellis, the only member who’d thought wouldn’t shoot his gun. You could vaguely hear Maddie calling out your name as you were loaded onto a gurney.

“M-Maddie?” You spoke, tilting your head to see Chris holding Maddie back from, “Chris! That’s my sister in law.”

Chris only let Maddie go when Hondo gave the all-clear, and you were so thankful when Maddie’s hand encased yours.

“Don’t close your eyes.” Maddie pleaded sick with the amount of blood on your skin and soaking through the gauze, “Who’s gonna help me put up with my little brother?”

“Buck.” You breathed sluggishly, blinking as the artificial lights changed to natural with the gun shining through the glass front doors.

“You didn’t let me close mine in that ambulance, so I need you to do the same. Don’t close them. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” Maddie cried as an officer pulled her aside as you were stopped. You wouldn’t remember it, but Maddie had to watch as you coded right in front of her.

Maddie had to watch them perform CPR on you and fight for a pulse. She had to think of how’d she’d tell her little brother she’d killed his fiance. The counting of the paramedics sounded as if underwater, and as they did, the world went quiet. Her mind checked out as the trauma settled in.

Maddie stumbled out of the building into a zoo of officers, medics, and news reporters almost robotically. She barely felt Chimney hug her, but she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed.

“It’s all my fault.” Maddie gasped, collapsing against him, “If I had-”

“Maddie?”

Chimney felt Maddie stiffen at the sound of Buck’s voice amidst the multiple voices milling around. Maddie raised her gaze to meet Buck’s blue eyes dripping in relief and question.

“Buck.”

“Maddie, where’s Y/N? Her car…” Buck trailed off, catching the utter heartbreak in his big sister’s eyes. A look he’d come to know in his line of work as a firefighter. The utter devastation that came with watching someone you love die, “No. No.”

“I got a pulse!” Came from the nearest ambulance, and Buck skirted around his sister and Chimney, “Ready to transport!” 

Your eyes slowly blinked at the white ceiling of the ambulance with pain in your midsection courtesy of chest compressions. Breathing came painful, and the bullet wound throbbed, but it all faded when you saw blue eyes above you.

“Buck.” You sobbed, more like groaned, as he was urged to sit on the bench holding your hand, “Maddie?”

“She’s okay. Chim’s got her. Can you keep your eyes on me? I need to see those big beautiful e/c eyes.” Buck soothed, bringing your hand to his lips, “Did I ever tell you my favourite colour?”

Despite Buck’s best attempts, you continued fading in and out of consciousness but continued to be stable. He spoke about the funny video Eddie had shown him of Christopher at the end of their shift last night. He talked about everything and anything under the sun during the short ride to the hospital.

The last thing you saw was Buck being held back as the paramedics pushed the gurney into the ER. Everything turned black.

The beeping was the first thing you heard before your eyes fluttered open to a stark white room and that unmistakable hospital scent. You noticed the second thing as Buck holding your hand in both of his with his forehead pressed against them.

“Buck?” You moaned to the one person you had wished to see. The man whose eyes were bloodshot from crying, “What’s wrong?”

“Your heart stopped beating twice. I thought I was gonna lose you.” Buck cried with his lips pressed against your hand, “I was so worried.”

“Hey. I’m fine. I’m here.” You cooed, tugging one hand away to run through his messy hair with a soft smile. His blue eyes brighten at the familiar feeling of your digits in his hair, “I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t here for decoration.”

His eyes found the ring he’d gently placed back on your finger from when the nurses had removed it. It only left your finger when you were on duty, in which it was slung on a necklace hidden under your uniform.

“Better not be.”

“Does the hospital have a chapel?” You questioned out of the blue leading to Buck snorting as you giggled, “I’m serious. When I was bleeding in that building, all I could think about was you. If Maddie is anything like you, she’s waiting in the waiting room with Chimney.”

“You aren’t wrong. All the chairs are taken. Our family was waiting for you to wake up.” Buck breathed, leaning closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips, “Are you sure?”

“About marrying you?” You softly questioned the man who couldn’t help but believe this was a dream. How he’d somehow got the girl of his dreams to agree to marry his ass, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. All I want to share is your last name for the rest of my life. You are it for me, Evan Buckley. All the flaws you see are beautiful to me.”

“Only you would want to get married after being shot mere hours ago.” Buck chuckled with a sigh pulled from his pink lips, “I’ll get the doctor for you and find out if we can be married here.”

While you were checked out, Buck left the room to go back to the waiting room where the 118 and your co-workers waited. Everyone perked up at his appearance, Christopher asleep on Eddie’s lap.

“Is she okay?” Bobby questioned as the tension in the room grew more and more. It shattered into relief when Buck grinned.

“She’s sore as expected. She’s gonna catch some sleep, but she’d like to see Maddie.” Buck replied, pinning his gaze on his big sister with her curled into Chimney’s body. Her cheeks flooded with tears of absolute relief, “C’mon.”

The waiting room started emptying with Buck’s promise to keep everyone updated, but before Bobby could step away, Buck asked for him.

“Do you need a few days off?” Bobby questioned just as Buck came closer to the seasoned firefighter.

“No. But could you spare an hour?” The expression on Buck’s face was enough for Bobby not to ask any further questions. He simply followed Buck back towards your hospital room, where Maddie and Chim waited.

“What’s going on?” Bobby inquired, with the addition of the hospital assigned Priest holding the standard bible. Chimney could only shrug in response to whatever was going on.

“I know there have been times we haven’t seen eye to eye, but Bobby, you’re like a father to me. You gave me chance after chance when anyone else would have given up. You guided me on how to be a man. Y/N and I would like it if you’d be here for this.”

“Wait, are you getting married? What about the wedding?” Maddie spluttered, flicking her gaze between her brother and you. Her question surprised her boyfriend and Bobby.

“We’ll still have it. But I want to marry her without the pressure of our parents. Just a private ceremony with some of the people that mean the most to us.” Buck answered for the two of you, “Would you stay?”

“Of course.” Maddie softly spoke with a slideshow of memories playing in her mind of watching Buck grow up.

Watching Evan go through all kinds of injuries, all in the name of attention but never getting it the way he deserved it. She remembered giving him advice for asking out Donna and holding him when he was rejected. The little toddler with the impish grin somehow turned into an idiot in the hospital.

Maddie saw the man her little brother had turned into with the help of the 118 and you.

Buck’s fingers made quick work of buttoning his short-sleeve uniform with the sudden appearance of his friend.

“That’s new.” Eddie spoke from his opened locker holding his uniform and a picture of his family on the door. It was a picture of Christopher, Buck, you and Eddie from the zoo a couple months back.

Buck looked over at his best friend, “Hm?”

“The ring.” Eddie snorted dramatically, looking at the ring that had been living on his finger since he married you five days ago, “Did my invite get lost in the mail?”

“Nah, we just got married in the hospital. We’re still planning the wedding to appease both sides of our family. And I promised Christopher he could be in the wedding. With Y/N on medical leave, the planning will be faster. She’s going stir crazy after five days.” Buck finished tucking in the shirt into his work-issued pants. Lastly, he slid his ring onto the metal chain he had bought recently.

Like you did, he would wear it around his neck when working for safety reasons.

“I’m happy for you, man.” Eddie told his friend just as the bell rang, “You’ll have to tell me how you’re liking the married life.”

“But first, we have a job to do.” Buck supplied all the while jogging to suit up in his turnout gear with Hen and Chimney.

[shakespearesdrugdealer]

Just friends

Minors DNI.

Pairings: College AU. College!Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (fingering), swearing, is fluff a warning?

A/N: Okayy, so this a college AU with a friends with benefits dynamic. I wanted to make this a slow burn so I'll see where it leads lol.

Enjoy!

He was kissing your neck and you were adjusting yourself under him to allow him to move further down. He didn’t smell like himself; his cologne was mixed with someone else’s. You were supposed to be okay with that though, because you guys were just friends after all. You were there for each other while doing homework, working on labs together, going bowling on the weekends, grabbing coffee and when the teenage hormonal urge came to indulge in each other’s body; well, a month ago you agreed to that too.

“Look, despite the movies, I think it could work,” Gojo proposed.

“What makes you think that?” you narrow your eyes at him from across the lab counter you guys were sitting at, trying to compile a report you messed up twice by now.

Chemistry was hard. But Gojo was making it harder for both of you right now by asking unnecessary questions to push a few boundaries in your friendship.

“The fact that you are pretty objective, and that we are both have needs,” he said, adding a playful drawl on the last word.

“No,” you pointed out firmly, hesitating to meet the eyes that were set at looking into yours. “You have needs, I on the other hand would like to finish this report and go to sleep.”

“See, that could easily be turned into a better end to your day if you go to sleep with me,” he countered, putting his hand on the calculator you were punching numbers into; forcing you to lift your head up and look at him with a frustrated but amused expression.

“Is this really the time to talk about this?” you huffed, trying to free your hand while trying hard and failing at controlling the heat spreading to your face.

“No time better than the present lovie.”

“Not your lovie,” you emphasized, sitting back onto your chair and giving up at the notion of finishing your lab. When Gojo is being stubborn about something, there were not a lot of ways to solve the problem but give in and listen; like right now, with his absurd idea.

But was it really absurd though? You guys have been friends for a good while now, 2 years to be exact. You liked how he could go on for ages talking about the ridiculous things he did at college that day and you wouldn’t mind listening because it allowed you to see the day outside of your own world. Maybe it was because your life lacked a little chaos and his lacked the calm and organization of yours; but you worked well with each other. He dragged you out of the dorm on days you got obsessed with completing your readings and you were grateful for the sun that you got. You also dragged him back into the dorm on nights you knew were meant for rest, or studying instead of getting wasted with the kids who had already completed their tests for that week.

“Look, all I’m saying is, let’s try it out, and if it fails…” he stretched out of his chair like he was doing some kind of tedious work (like the fucking report you guys were supposed to write). “Well, at least we will know where that road leads to.”

His standing figure made you look so small you wanted to punch him in the throat. But you also felt safe?

It’s not like you were completely against the idea. I mean, you knew him pretty well; you knew what kind of a person he was. You understood that he makes a great friend, but he would probably break your heart and chuck it in the bag of broken hearts he carries around with him. And let’s not lie, he’s hot. You’ve seen how his shirt rides up when he leans back against the pillows on your bed on the days he drops by your dorm to annoy you. You also hate how you can’t stop yourself from staring at how his eyes widen and sparkle when he finds something interesting in the material he’s reading when you guys are studying together. You knew there was a thin line between being his friend, working well together, him being so fucking attractive and you falling in love with him, God forbid.

Well, maybe you could walk that thin line. “If we fail, we never talk about it again okay?” you started, framing the rules of your relationship in your head.

“Yup,” he agreed, liking where this conversation was headed.

“There are going to be rules of course.”

“Mhhm.”

“No talk of this outside the two of us.” You look at him dead serious.

“Yep yep.”

“And you have to stop being so fucking annoying when we do what we do,” you added.

“Meh, no promises,” he shrugged.

“Okay, well, it looks like we’ve come to some kind of an agreement even though this report is not done,” you sighed closing your book at the realization that the time you signed up for the lab had elapsed.

“Hey,” Gojo said, clearing his throat. Was he nervous? You glanced at him while trying to gather your things into your bag.

“Do you wanna test the agreement?”

“What?” you pause your actions at the offer. “Now?”

“I mean, I see nothing stopping us,” he reasoned. “And we can finish the report at the dorm too.”

“How do you plan for these bribes to work with me?” you smile at his offer to work in exchange of doing the dirty.

“What can I say lovie, I’m a bit of a genius when it comes to being a slut.” Only Gojo could imbue so much confidence into being a slut.

“Again,” you said, “not your lovie.” You push your bag into his chest as a sign of agreement and head towards the lab door. He caught up with you in no time, cradling your bag in his arms and smiling stupidly wide like he won at an arcade game at the fair. You didn’t know if what was going to follow was a disaster or the start of something better than anything you two ever knew.

He didn’t even wait for you guys to settle into your room or talk about how your relationship was going to work before throwing your bag onto the bed and backing you up against your door and pressing his lips against yours to let you know how the next few hours of your day were going to go. And oh my god, they were going to go so fucking good.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from your lips and twisting the lock on your door with his free hand.

“Yeah,” you squeaked, embarrassed and a little confused at how quickly this day was taking a whole new turn.

“Wanna say that again?” he teased swiping his thumb across your cheek while tilting your head to look at you properly.

“Just-” you swallowed. You’ve never seen his eyes look like this, even after all this time with him. They had their usual playful glint in them, the kind that normally makes you want to shove him through a locker (not that you haven’t tried) but right now there was something more. Something that made you want to run but also give into his touch and the patterns he was drawing on the small of your back with his other hand. “Just…take it slow okay?” you ask, hoping he understood that you hadn’t done something like this in a while now.

He knew that though. You talked about your first times over a drunk Friday evening and that was when he figured you hadn’t done as much as him and you also figured that Gojo was a threat to womankind.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, taking your hands into his and leading you towards the bed. His eyes never left yours and you weren’t done tasting his lips just yet, so you stare at them with unabashed desire. “Oh, my eyes are up here love,” he said, pausing his movements to take in this side of you he hadn’t seen before.

“Shut up,” you retort, a little annoyed at how quickly he had you feeling so hot and bothered. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tippy-toes to pull him down to meet your lips as he groans into the kiss in surprise. You don’t know what it was that got into you, but you pushed him to walk to the edge of the bed as your tugged at the hem of his shirt to let him know you wanted it on the floor. He was breathing hard too by this point; his hand cupping your neck and the other finding its way under your shirt. He laughs at your attempt to lift his shirt and removes his hands from your body for a moment to take his shirt off. Your eyes widen at the view you were presented with. Your hands reach for his chest but he grabs your wrists, tilting his head in amusement. “Kinda unfair if yours doesn’t come off too no?”

And that’s how you found his hands slipping under your shirt and around your back, leaving goosebumps at his touch. He unhooked your bra and lifted the set of clothing from your body, leaving you hazy from all the kisses that he was planting along your jawline and neck. He pulled your hands that were stroking his chest to interlock with his fingers as he used your momentary confusion to push you onto your bed and hover over you in one clumsy but simultaneously smooth maneuver.

He was reveling in this side of you that you were showing. It was chaotic, it was vulnerable and most of all, it was so beautiful. His hands release yours as he finds interest in playing with your breasts. He takes hold of your left breast and squeezes it as you whine and twist your head into the pillows at his teasing and the lack of attention that was being paid to your areas down south. You pull at the white strands of his hair you had slid your fingers into and he groans into your skin making you shudder. He opens his lips to the side of your neck that you gave space to and bites down as a response to your own roughness. The moan that escapes your mouth makes you want to hide in embarrassment as he chuckles into the mark he was leaving.

Your chest was heaving, as your hands grab at the sheets next to you instead to find some kind of stability among the fireworks that his touch was leaving. “Gojo-” you started, lifting your head from the pillow, to see him smirking at you. He moves down towards your stomach and thighs, making sure to kiss the curves and edges and taking note of the areas he kissed and you moaned at. “I will kill you if you don’t stop teasing.” You drop back onto the pillow again, not being able to hold for too long as his fingers stroke your inner thighs, taking off the last article of clothing you had on.

He leans forward, looking at you with your eyes fluttering shut and fidgeting around his hold on you. “Aw, cute,” he says, stroking your thighs and brushing his fingertips around your clit, not touching it but making it more sensitive than you would have ever imagined. “You can still threaten me looking like this.” You push your head deeper into the pillows at the sensation of the butterfly kisses he was placing on your inner thighs and sucking at the sensitive skin to leave his marks yet again.

“I swear to God-” you plead, threading your hands into his hair again. “Patience, pretty,” he says, lifting his head from between your legs to allow his fingers to take their place and rub at your clit in tiny circles. You gasp and have the urge to shut your legs but he has one of his legs secured between yours and you really wanted him to keep going too. “Think you’re ready for me?” he asks, running his index and middle finger along the outer area of your slits.

you nod at him, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were getting hazy from circles he was drawing on your clit with his middle finger and moving it down to tease your entrance.

“Words, love,” he says, shifting to lean above you and place a kiss to your lips and chest that was heaving roughly by now.

“I-I’m ready,” you softly reply, looking into his eyes and then at his smile that reminded you that he was your safety and also the person that was going to ruin in the next few minutes.

“Tell me to stop when you want to okay?” He assures you as he slides his fingers between your slits to feel your wetness.

“Mhmm,” is all you can say as you feel his middle finger play around your entrance before finding its way against your walls. You breathe sharply at the feeling of his finger pulling in and out slowly, to explore its way around you. But it was also making you so hot-headed as it hit all the right corners and spaces. He swallows your moans with his lips and tries to steady your body by sucking at your nipples. But it only made your head cloudier and you let go of any control of the sounds that were coming out of you.

Your back arches with an audible whimper escaping your chest at Gojo’s attempt to curl his finger against your walls and he smirks, knowing what he just did. He continues the curling motions and tests your limit by nudging a second finger at your entrance. You yelp at the tight feeling of your walls against his fingers. “Fuck,” you spread your legs wider as a sign of giving in to his movements completely. He was entranced by the pretty sounds coming out of you and the way your hips were moving up and down his fingers trying to chase the knot that was tightening at the bottom of your stomach.

He speeds up the movements of his fingers, moving in and out of you. You let out soft cries at how he wasn’t letting you get a moment of rest between the feeling of his mouth against the sensitive spots on your neck and breasts mixed with the madness that was occurring between your legs. “Gojo, I can’t-” you say in a shaky cry at the way your walls were tightening against his fingers. He pushes you further with his thumb rubbing faster against your clit and you just about lose it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a strangled moan leaving your lips

“Hey pretty girl, wanna let go for me?” he whispers as he looks at your desperate eyes. You nod feverishly as he continues his motions, and he hoists one of your legs further apart to rest on his lap. You feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and the tingling on your clit getting borderline painful. You snap your palm on Gojo’s wrist trying to fight the feeling but he doesn’t relent. And with the next few motions of his fingers curling against you while he bit into your neck a little too rough, you let out a strangled shriek and arch your back as your walls pulsate around his fingers at your orgasm.

He drank in the sight of you panting and your legs shaking from the orgasm. Your eyes were pinched shut and one of your hands had the sheets tightly tucked into your fist and the other was squeezing his wrist that was still pumping his fingers in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm. He leans forward, in awe and with sense of adoration.

“You good?” he kissed the corner of your mouth and brushed the stray pieces of hair on the sides of your face to place more chaste kisses across your cheeks and moving to your neck. You hiss as he takes his fingers out of you and you are given an apology as he muffles your complaints with his lips pressing against yours. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at Gojo’s now tight pants. You smirk and shift to balance your figure on your elbows to meet his eyes.

You nod at the bulge through his pants. “Do you wanna do something about that or…?” you question reaching out to place your hands against his chest, and push him into sitting back onto the bed as you straddle him.

“I mean…if you can take it,” he laughs, pressing his forehead against yours, and squeezing your hips.

God, this may be a huge mistake or one of the greatest things you guys stumbled upon with each other.

A/N: This is my first attempt at smut so help me oh lords of smut; I hope I didn’t it mess up lol. I also really like this college AU so maybe I’ll continue it, idk.

Alsoo, the header I used here was got from pinterest but if it has sources to someone here on Tumblr, I would love to credit <3

[wtfjd95]

Together As One

A/N:

Hey, long time no fic right?

Sorry I haven’t posted anything of my own in a while been kinda deep in writers block and anything I have tried to write has never worked out but here is something new from me.

Please go easy on me as 1. I have never written in anything other than the first person perspective and 2. I have never written anything that leads towards angst.

Thank you to @imnotasuperhero for helping me name and edit this thing. I don’t know how I’d function without you. 😂

“Good morning Котенок (kitten).” Wanda smiled as you shuffled tiredly into the kitchen.

Through your slightly blurry vision, you could just make out her figure by the counter, one of your oversized t-shirts, a pair of jean shorts and some socks was all she wore with her hair draped over her shoulder. A mixing bowl hovered next to her, full of you guessed to be pancake mix (your weekend treat) as the soft sound of James Arthur’s Maybe floated through the room.

“Good morning malyshka (baby girl),” you yawned, wrapping your arms around her waist, looking over her shoulder at the small touchscreen that was built into the wall. Bright white numbers reading 6:30 am stared back at you.

“Your pronunciation is getting better.” She noted pressing a quick kiss to your head. “But why are you up darling?”

“Better question is, why are you up at 6:30 on a Saturday?” You mumbled into her neck. “But to answer yours, the bed felt cold without you.”

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” was her answer as she turned in your embrace, her arms encircling your neck.

“But Wands,” you whined. “It’s Saturday. We were meant to wake up late, I was supposed to wake you up with kisses and just spend the day in bed together.”

“Oh, were we?” She wondered, raising an eyebrow and you nodded in response.

Carefully, she tangled her fingers into your hair and began playing with the baby hairs at the base of your neck, moving to lay her head against your chest as you both began swaying to the music.

“Vykhodi za menya? (Marry me?)” You whispered into the silence. Wanda’s head shot up in surprise, the mixing bowl that floated above the counter falling with a clang & splash as the mix inside spilled out but neither of you cared.

“Did you just….?” She stuttered. Beautiful green eyes, glistening with tears ready to fall, locking with your (e/c) ones. “Who taught you that?”

“I had some help from Nat.” You admitted, reaching up to wipe away the tears that had escaped. “Hey, don’t cry hun.”

“I’m trying not to.” She whispered, reaching up to place her hands over your own.

“So, what’d you say?” You asked, nervousness settling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of her possibly telling you no. “You wanna spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yes.” She said so softly that if you hadn’t been looking directly at her you would’ve missed it.

“Yes?” You checked, hoping you hadn’t heard her wrong.

Her response was to crash her lips against yours. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” She spoke against your lips. “A thousand times yes, dorogaya (darling)”

Pulling away from the kiss with a laugh of happiness, you wrapped your arms around her waist and lifted her into the air. Her legs wrapped around your waist as she let out a girlish squeal of surprise before you sat her on the island counter, immediately connecting your lips to her neck.

“Sweetheart, we really should clean up the mess.” She said, attempting to be responsible only to let out a moan when you hit her sensitive spot.

“We’ll clean it up later.” You husked, lips never leaving her neck. “Right now, I wanna take my fiance back to bed.”

Hours later

Collapsing back against the mattress with a content sigh, you pulled Wanda against you. Her head falling against your bare chest, fingers beginning to draw patterns on your abdomen, the fancy new ring on her finger catching the light just right, causing a happy smile to appear on your face as you linked hands with her.

“Ya lyublyu tebya tak sil'no (I love you so much)” You panted, trying to catch your breath. “But it’s time you woke up hun.”

“What? Y/N,” Wanda said, confusion suddenly lacing her voice “I am awake sweetheart.”

“I’m always with you, love, remember that.” You told her just before you faded from her view.

“Wanda? Wake up.” A new voice suddenly echoed as Wanda looked around the room. “Wanda, come on. We’re here.”

Opening her eyes, Wanda found herself seated on the Quinjet, Natasha & Clint stood in front of her, worry evident on the older redhead’s face.

“You ok?” Natasha asked. “Another dream?”

“More of a memory,” Wanda nodded in response, her hand reaching up to the chain around her neck which held your engagement ring.

“We’ll get her back, Wanda.” Clint spoke as the young Sokovian began to run her fingers over the ring that matched the one on her hand. “We’ll get her back.”

[wren-writes68]

AYO ANON TIME!!

I love the idea of tiny nagas, maybe g!tommy surging up all of his naga friends to have a nice full tummy!!

Yes thank you for this cute promt...should I maybe just add a bit of

✨ spice ✨

“I’m getting Chinese what do you guys want” tommy yelled from the kitchen walking into the living room entrance as the 5 nagas on his couch all shouted their order at once, Wilbur and techno getting in a fight about who got to order first. Tommy had ordered spicy noddles and sushi. Much to the twos dismay, they had been fighting and hadn’t heard what had been ordered and now were fighting about who’s fault it was.

Chinese came and soon the tiny nagas were lost among the food, Ranboo and techno getting lost in with the sushi they were trying to carve open, tubbo and Wilbur blending in with Tommy’s spicy noodles, and Phil watching from the side and occasionally pointing out the other two when he could. Tommy laughed as Wilbur jumped on tubbo and missed as Tubbo’s dark green brown pattern got lost in the noodles, Wilbur tried again getting the dark sauce mix on himself and ending up wrapped in noodles trying to get it off.

Wilbur had been trying to get untangled as tubbo laughed at him, Tommy seemed to get the idea as Wilbur was picked up out of the spicy noodles. Wilbur went to say a quick thanks to tommy before giant lips sealed around wilburs top half before tommy slurped up the rest of him. Tubbo had watched sad as Wilbur was freed, Tubbo’s pity party only lasted a short while before Wilbur was slurped up by the human like the noodles he was sitting in. “Tommy what the fuck big man!?” Tubbo yelled up getting both Phil and Tommy’s attention, tommy swallowing down his food, and friend, as he went to ask what was wrong. “Where’s wil Phil questioned interrupting whatever conversation was about to take place, tommy reached down to tubbo with chop sticks, not wanting to get sticky, and tubbo simply just laughed and said “down there” tubbo said laughing about how confused they both looked. After a minute or seemed to click for Phil, Tommy however didn’t get it until Wilbur decided to rub at Tommy’s stomach the young blond practically purring at the sensation. Tommy decided one more couldn’t hurt and brought tubbo up to his mouth to lick at the sauce tubbo had gotten drenched in before plopping the boys front half in his mouth and slurping him up as well, earning a laugh from the naga. As tommy set tubbo down on his tongue Phil slithered up, “room for one more mate” Phil laughed tommy grabbing Phil with his hands and dangling the small at eye level. Tommy smiled and dunked Phil in some soy that came with the sushi, Ranboo and techno were to occupied to notice as the small naga was picked back up and lowered into Tommy’s mouth.

Tommy hadn’t gotten savored tubbo and wilburs taste but he swirled Phil around humming at the taste of the older naga, “Tommy your drooling” techno said causing a flustered tommy to swallow down Phil and apologize for, or deny, drooling, “were the noodles that good?” Ranboo asked though he was laughing a bit as tommy rubbed the back of his neck, “yea something like that.” The two couldn’t see it but under the table but when Tommy’s hand went down it settled on his stomach. Two of the three swallowed nagas started causing havoc, slithering around and hitting on Tommy’s gut when they started rolling around play fighting, Phil however was curled up in the folds of the stomach gently rubbing at the walls and taking in all the heat he could get.

“Yes!” Ranboo cheered as finally got the sushi roll open so the could get straight to the fish part, techno had said it defeated the purpose but went along anyway as the two started to eat just the insides. Once the two were finished tommy reached over grabbing a nearby roll and dipping it in sushi before eating it, “hey where did phil go?” Techno asked looking over at Tommy’s noodle bowl, “hmm? Oh I’ll show you here give me a second!” Tommy said after swallowing the first roll. Tommy smiled using his chopsticks to roll the sushi roll back up around the two tiny nagas, “hey tommy you said you were going to tell us where Phil was, how does this help?” Ranboo asked, “I said I’d show you not tell you” tommy replied picking up the roll and shoving it and the two remaining nagas into his mouth.

Tommy had to chew the roll but made sure to keep techno and Ranboo away from his teeth, Ranboo clinging to techno for support. Techno allowed Ranboo to hang to him as the dual colored naga quietly freaked out, “were fine” techno said, the same thing had happened before ranboo had moved in where tommy had eaten one of them and soon they were all curled up in the warm stomach, techno would never acknowledge but he kinda enjoyed it. Ranboo yelled out as he was pushed in the way of the teeth Tommy’s tongue pushing him back effortlessly before the blond continued to chew and swallow the sushi around them, “see fine, Tommy’s paying attention” techno huffed as Ranboo clung mush tighter to him, b-but he’s going to eat us!?” Ranboo yelled right next to techno’s ear making him flinch, “yes and we’re going to be fine our scales are too hard to be digested.” Ranboo hesitates for a bit, especially after tommy tilted his head back a bit silently telling then he was ready. Soon however the fearful naga laid down next to techno as the older gently pat the muscle below them.

Tommy swallowed the last two down just as tubbo and Wilbur got settled around where Phil was. Ranboo and techno fell into the already very full stomach as tommy rubbed on the prominent bump under his shirt. Feeling the two curl up in the little pile they usually slept in tommy reached over to pick up the food but feeling full and tiered tommy just decided to put on some tv as he drifted off.

Ranboo looked around the area, night vision being really helpful as his new family, even tommy, slept peacefully. Ranboo was apprehensive but found the gurgling of the stomach to be somewhat comforting as the food dissolved around them and the juices completely ignored him. “night Tommy” Ranboo sighed patting the wall which earned him a pleased hum from the human and the light weight of the hand to press down a little closer. Ranboo curled up intertwined with the ones he loved and drifted off to sleep content, full, and happy.

Done, I was kidding about the spice just wondering how far you’d get before realizing there was no angst or anything.

Hope you enjoyed

[crybabykiko]

Brainrot Kinktober 10/27

the best medicine

Squirting: Sugawara Koushi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Skdkfkf a lot- angst if you squint, post breakup rebound sex kinda, recreational drug use bc it’s me who wrote this and every day is 4/20, sex under the influence so if you count that as dubcon oops, fingering, I wrote this for myself tbh so if you hate it oops, oral sex (f. receiving), Suga is a gemini, he is a menace, uhhh and yeah- squirting... I’m sorry I’m horrible at tags. It’s smut.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/n: yes you get this a day early bc my anniversary is tomorrow and bc @super-noya is taking a break. Be grateful... also I didn’t expect to make it this far into ktober without a train wreck so this is a good feeling. ☺️ enjoy yet another self indulgent piece.

Brainrot Kinktober Mlist

The best way to get over someone is by getting under someone else. But that’s not why you texted Suga to come over. He was going to help you numb the pain of your breakup in a different way- the both of you getting insanely high. That was your ritual. Whenever one of you got dumped, the other would bring their stash, and you’d drown your sorrows in several bowls. After all, no one likes being high alone, and what else are best friends for? If anything, he’d be there to listen to you vent.

“I’m not going to say I told you so if you don’t,” he said as he walked through the door of your apartment. Before meeting up with you, he had just gotten stood up for the third time by another girl he was seeing. Taking his shoes and jacket off, he handed you his stash box. You blew a raspberry at him, bounding toward your room. You’d already had the lights low, and your speaker blasting music for the optimal vibe- which just so happened to be “all men-and the girl that stood Suga up- are trash.”

You sat on your bed as he came in behind you, grabbing your bong from its place on your shelf and sitting on the other side of the bed. Slowly and meticulously you had started to grind a portion of the quarter he had bought over.

“So what even happened,” he sighed as he began to pre-roll a few joints for you both.

“You sure you want to know?” You gave him a raised eyebrow.

He winced, getting the hint.

“Okay, maybe I don’t,” he laughed.

You hadn’t been with your now ex long, but it was no secret to any of your friends that you weren’t very happy with him in regards to your sex life.

The first few billows of smoke filled your bedroom from your lips, ending in a cough as you passed your bong over to Suga.

“God I hate this thing,” he chuckled, sparking the glitter encrusted glass. He took a feel inhale, the sound of the bubbling popping in your ears.

“So ugly,” he blew out. A light cough escaped from his lungs as he examined your piece.

“Fuck off,” you laughed back, snatching it from his hands. “It was my birthday gift from Yachi, and I happen to love it- she decorated it all on her own.” As you rubbed the cold glass with pride, a plastic letter popped off, sending you both over a barrel with giggles as you tried to gain your composure for another hit.

You shifted yourself to a more comfortable position on your stomach as you changed the song on your phone to something more mellow, reaching down in front of you to grab your snack stash below you before finally fully settling in and taking a few more hits, letting the familiar feeling of fuzziness overtake your senses.

Once both of you were comfortably numb, you moved the box in between you two, scooting closer to Suga for warmth. He tossed the hem of his flannel over your feet, the soft fabric somehow feeling even softer as you fixated on the texture in your inebriated state.

“Was he really that bad?” He sighed, sitting up next to you and grabbing another handful of Cheeze-Itz. Your trance on the plaid pattern broke as you felt your stomach drop just a little thinking about your ex.

“I mean… I never…” you trailed off a bit, body pricking with an uncomfortable embarrassment that was definitely harshing your high.

“I never came once. Literally 3 months of my life, and I didn’t.”

“Yikes,” Suga breathed out. He didn’t know exactly what to say, the drugs in his system impairing his normal supportive demeanor. You could tell he felt bad for you, but at the same time, he wouldn’t remember any of this come tomorrow morning.

“Well you know, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else…” his voice wavered, taking a drag of a joint he had left sitting in your ashtray.

“You’re so gross,” you huffed, giggling at him. “That’s not true anyway!” You flopped backwards on your bed, laughs softening as your head hit your pillow- your foggy head resting mere inches from his as he shifted to accommodate your new position.

“It would be if you were under me.” Smoke plumed from his mouth in a few rings as he stretched to lean back into your mattress.

There was a still silence for a second, but it felt like hours. He looked over at you with low eyes through the LED tinted haze. As red and glassed over as they were, they were still the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. He was too gone to notice you were staring back. Without warning, he sat up, hooking a leg around you and taking hold of your wrists, looking down at you with lustfully hooded eyes.

“What if,” he started, a lazy smile enveloping his face.

“What if I made you cum? Would you be over him?”

You were entirely too high to comprehend the question, let alone protest it- especially because it had been something you’d wanted for so long. It couldn’t be real, he was just off his ass… there was no way this was happening… right?

You simply nodded at him, mouth agape- giving him the go ahead. His grin widened, pleased to be given the chance.

“Let’s get those pretty eyes rolling, then,” he breathed, lips already moving against yours, trailing kisses down your neck and chest, slowly sliding your leggings down and away from your body. You arched your back into him, making haste to pull his shirt over his head and toss it somewhere in your bedroom. Suga pushed you back, a wash of confusion blanketing your face as he stood at the foot of your bed.

“This is about you right now,” he chuckled, kneeling down and grabbing your ankles. “If you’re not too fucked out afterwards, then maybe we’ll get to me.”

What a tease. But his words were velveteen against your ears as your core started to heat with desire of what it would possibly be like to be able to get to him.

His motions were fast but everything around you felt slow. Propping your legs up and apart, he gave one last glossy-eyed look at you. Your jaw was slacked with anticipation as he brought his fingers to your mouth. You coated them with your own spit, just enough to wet them a little, never once taking your eyes off of Suga. You traced his every move as he lined his slicked digits up at your poor, neglected slit, which was already soaked in anticipation of him. Slowly, he sunk in one finger, then another. You were already clenching your walls at the mere feeling of friction.

“Greedy are we?” He laughed, slowly adding in a third finger, filling you completely. Your long drawn out moan was response enough to him as he started to move, slowly curling them against you. You began to move as well, begging for more friction only to have your bottom half pinned into place by Suga’s free hand. The swimming feeling in your head made you feel even more sensitive to his touch, as jagged breaths left your lungs.

“Stop squirming, baby,” he cautioned. “I’ve got you- I promise.”

“Please, just… please don’t stop,” you said, barely above a whisper.

You were met with a jolt of wet heat as he attached his mouth to your core, fingers still slowly pumping as he wrapped his lips around your clit. Even in your fuzziness, your hands found his hair, grinding your hips against his mouth and face, trying so hard to get all of the friction you could as he fucked you on his lithe fingers. A string of curses left your lips as he removed his fingers from you and plunged his tongue inside, swirling it up and then around your clit again.

He detached from you, hooded eyes and a lazy smile spreading across his face as he watched you writhing under his touch. You whined in disapproval, only to be pulled down by your ankles and into his lap on the floor. He placed lazy open mouthed kisses to your own, sloppily dragging his tongue anywhere he could make contact, the taste of your arousal meeting your own tongue.

Humming against your skin, Suga took the lead, hands roaming your body as he twisted you to sit in his lap, back against his chest. He lifted your chin to look at him, shakily breathing as one of his arms found his way between your thighs, lithe fingers tracing against your slit, slowly slipping themselves into you, walls eagerly swallowing them in pleasure.

“I’m going to start moving now, okay?” he said softly, eyes stuck to yours as he curled them in and out. His other hand snaked around your waist, pressing down to your abdomen as you arched your back at the change in pressure. A gargled moan caught in the back of your throat as he sped up, pistoning his fingers directly into the soft, spongy flesh in your core.

You could barely form any coherent words- lips sputtering half praises and soft gasps as he guided you, the butterflies welling in your stomach set to burst through. Goosebumps were pricking your body as he whispered in your ear.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Does it feel good?”

You nodded, the fuzziness in between your eyes coupled with the building pressure in your lower half gave way to a dizzying sensation, a squelching noise coming out from your walls. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you grabbed at his wrist, feeling the familiar approach of your high, but even stranger, the burning feeling of having to go to the bathroom.

“I’m going to…” Suga cut you off as he clasped his lips over yours again, fingering you faster and bringing his thumb to your clit. Your screams were muffled by his kiss, a wet release streaming from you as Suga removed his fingers to flatten his palm against your sex, rubbing as fast as his hands could against your clit.

As you came down, you clutched onto him tightly, shaking in the realization of your wetness soaking his jeans. You let out a deep sigh, ears ringing as you entered the earthly realm yet again.

“Never knew you were a squirter,” your best friend teased, helping you out of his lap and up onto the bed.

“I didn’t either,” you panted out.

He raised an eyebrow, scooting up next to you in bed. Your fingers twisted at your t-shirt, fumbling to throw it back on and feeling his eyes on you, still lingering in the heaviness of the smoke that was dissipating in your room.

You looked at him longingly through the vapors, fingers tracing the details of his face as you both lingered in the reality of what just happened.

“So,” Suga sat up, taking your hands in his. “You think you’re over him?”

You nodded.

“But I don’t think I’ll be over you anytime soon,” you said softly.

He sparked up another joint, pulling your face to his as he blew the smoke into your mouth, sealing it with another kiss.

“You don’t have to be,” he smirked. “We’ve got all afternoon if you want to stay under me…”

You definitely did.

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run away | extra

RUN AWAY: EXTRA

It is so much easier to get people to hate something than to believe. Part of the Grimoire Series

➴ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ➴ Rating: R-16 ➴ Word Count: 2.7k ➴ Genre: Twisted Fairytales, Yandere, Smut ➴ Trigger Warning: Graphic murder, Y/N AND SOOBIN ARE DOING THE DIDDLY DO 😭😭😭, Kai is very babie but will also kill u, Taehyun is just bored, Y/N is psychotic part 4

man idk it was just stuck in the brain rip. not much romance in this part other than some kisses and a very detailed :)))) smut scene between Y/N and Soobin, but this is only in Sungho’s POV. Mostly focused on Kai and Tae rather than Soobin and Y/N whoops. Kinda badly written i just wanted to write murder im sorry.

Sungho never thought he’d see the day where he’d sit on a log on the floor on front of a campfire—eyes locked onto his older sister as she walked around in a beautiful pink dress with a smile on her face. But, here he was.

He sighed, spoon digging into the bowl in his hands silently as he chewed on his food. It was in this moment when a boy sat next to him.

“Hey, I’m Hangyeol. I wasn’t able to introduce myself to you last night!” The cheery boy grinned as he waved over to the king. “I’m kind of the oldest kid here right now.”

“Hi,” the king introduced himself softly with a nod. “I’m Sungho. I’m Y/N’s little brother.”

At this, Hangyeol laughed and shook his head.

“No, you’re not.”

Sungho furrowed his eyebrows as he set his bowl down, tilting his head at the boy.

“Yes, I am?”

“Where did you sleep last night?”

Sungho blinked, wondering why the question was important. Immediately, his eyes flew over to the direction of the Lost Boy camp—remembering the hammock he slept in the night before, and where he’ll sleep again tonight.

“Hammocks? Yeah, you’re not her brother.” Hangyeol snorted, patting Sungho’s back. “it’s okay, though! We’re lost boys, Soobin and Y/N-ie is there not to take care of us, but to lead us to our best selves—our free selves.”

“Wait, wait,” Sungho shook his head, turning to the older boy. “What does the hammocks have to do with whether I’m Y/N’s brother or not?”

Before Hangyeol can reply, a boy with wide eyes and a bright grin plopped down next to them. He wore a thin white shirt that was almost loose on his frame, his blonde hair tousled as if he was somewhere windy—perfect, clean and completely different from the lost boys who almost seemed as if they wore rags.

“Oh, hi Tae.” Hangyeol greeted. “Where were you?”

“I had a race with Kai.” the boy, Tae, snorted as he raised a cup to his lips. “As usual, I was faster.”

“No, you weren’t!” came a loud voice.

Sungho jumped as another body plopped down next to Tae. This time, it was a tall boy with dark brown hair and chubby cheeks. His lips were in a small pout as he clutched a chicken leg in his hands. He wore a fluffy blue sweater that was perfectly clean and spotless—which was also a stark difference from the lost boys’ dirty, patched, dark-colored clothes.

“If I didn’t trip over that rock you put in the middle of the field, I would have won.”

“This is Taehyun and Kai,” Hyangyeol introduced. “Guys, this is Sungho. I’ll leave you guys be.”

As the older left, Taehyun’s gaze flew over to the boy with raised eyebrows, eyes raking him up and down apprehensively.

“So, you’re Sungho?” Taehyun asked slowly, as Hueningkai tilted his head.

“Ah, we were told this morning you were here.” Kai nodded.

Sungho furrowed his eyebrows.

“I didn’t see you two yesterday at the hammocks, though.” Sungho explained, making Taehyun laugh.

“Well, we don’t live there.”

Sungho furrowed his eyebrows, but before he can respond, Y/N arrived—hands on both Kai and Taehyun’s shoulders.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Y/N greeted placing a soft kiss on the crown of Hueningkai’s head. “Where have you two been?”

Kai’s eyes sparkled as he turned over to the girl, almost shaking in excitement as he gasped.

“Tae taught me how to fly today!”

“He barely floated.” Taehyun snorted.

Sungho saw his sister’s eyes light up in curiosity as he reached out to the other boy and running her hands affectionately through his hair.

“That’s still progress, Kai. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!” Y/N cheered before her eyes fell on Taehyun. “Your hair’s not red anymore. You’re blonde.”

“Do you like it?” Taehyun asked, a smile on his face as he gasped excitedly. “Soobin-hyung helped me with it earlier!”

“I love it, you look really good.” Y/N chuckled as she leaned down to fix his hair properly. “My little prince.”

“You two can fly by yourselves?” Sungho gasped in surprise as he regarded the two teens and his sister. “When can I learn how to fly by myself, sis?”

Y/N’s eyes danced with amusement as he turned to Sungho.

“You… want to fly by yourself?” Hueningkai asked, eyes turning confused as he turned to Taehyun. “He’s not allowed to do magic, though?”

Y/N’s lips tilted to a grin as Soobin approached them.

“Did you see my gifts to you two?” Soobin asked the two as he came, ruffling both of their hairs. “I got them earlier.”

“No, we have gifts? Where?” Kai asked.

“I left it on your beds.” Y/N explained.

“Bed?” Sungho asked his sister. “How come they get a bed? I have to sleep in a hammock.”

“Well, they’re my—“

“I’m your little brother!” Sungho complained, making Taehyun turn to him with an irritated sigh.

“No, you’re not.”

Sungho turned over to him with a glare.

“Yes, I am. You aren’t!”

At Sungho’s raised voice, Kai looked shocked. Taehyun only pursed his lips as he gave Sungho a once-over before turning to Y/N with a sigh.

“Kai, Tae,” Y/N said, a forced smile on her lips. “Maybe we should get back to the house, okay?”

“House?” Sungho asked incredulously. “You guys have a house?”

“Sungho,” Y/N sighed as she turned to the young king with an annoyed tone. “Drop it.”

Sungho watched as she whispered to the two boys, who looked at each other with bright smiles before excitedly running towards the forest hand-in-hand. Then, his sister gave him one last annoyed glance before turning her back to him, following the two young boys into the forest. It was only then when Sungho noticed the tall boy—Soobin, Peter Pan, whoever he was—smirk and pat his back.

“In here, you aren’t her brother—that would be Taehyun and Kai. They’re the princes of this island, and we’re the king and queen. Your status means nothing here.” Soobin instructed. “A little tip to help you, since you really don’t want to see her angry: don’t be rude to Taehyun or Kai at all. She doesn’t like that.”

“Who are they?” Sungho asked angrily, turning to his sister’s husband. “I’m her brother—I’m her only brother! Me and Junseo!”

Soobin tilted his head, mirth in his eyes as he stood up, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“Not anymore.”

Before he can reply, Soobin flicked his wrist and the campfire died suddenly. The tall boy turned back to the lost boys, calling out.

“Go to your hammocks. Call it a night.”

Sungho frowned as Soobin patted his shoulder.

“Get some rest.”

The young king glared at the tall boy’s back as he walked in the direction where his sister and the two boys disappeared.

That same night, Sungho found himself walking the path where his sister, Soobin and the two boys went to. He couldn’t believe his eyes when the muddy path he was walking turned into concrete, beautiful patterns etched onto the path and lights draped on the trees leading up to a gigantic white house.

The area in front was littered with purple and pink pansies, and he can see the door into the house slightly ajar. Sungho made his way in, mouth dropping open at the marble steps leading up to the many levels above. To his left, he can see a big kitchen area—fruits and pastries set in a basket, plates and utensils neatly stacked in a shelf.

Sungho made his way up, furrowing his eyebrows at the portrait hung at the top of the stairs. It was a portrait of his sister and Soobin, with the two boys from earlier—only Tae had red hair and Kai had longer hair. Sungho frowned as he saw expensive looking decor on the table in front of it.

He made his way down the hallway, fingers brushing books from shelves lining the corridors. he finally ended up in front of a door that’s slightly open. 

He peeked in to see Y/N’s shaking figure on the bed, supporting herself on her hands and knees as Soobin’s tall figure loomed over her, a hand covering her breast and the other pulling on her hair. His head was head buried on her neck as his hips moved against hers, the headboard slamming against the wall rapidly as Y/N cries started to get louder and louder—sobs falling from her lips.

“Soobin, keep going, fuck.” Y/N groaned. “Fucking ruin me, please. God.”

Soobin suddenly stopped his thrusts and lifted his head from Y/N’s neck, smirking as he turned his head over to the door with raised eyebrows. Y/N whimpered as she clutched the sheets underneath her tighter, pleading falling out of her mouth as she begged Soobin to continue.

Sungho gasped silently as he pressed his back against the wall next to the door—hiding himself out of plain view. Sweat pooled on his forehead as he waited. He was expecting Soobin to call him out for walking into their house without permission and walking in while the elder was being intimate with his sister.

However, he only heard soft shuffles as Soobin’s husky voice spoke up.

“Get on top of me, princess.”

Sungho almost gagged when he heard his sister whimper once more just a few seconds later, the bed’s headboard hitting the wall again. At this, Sungho declared himself in the clear and padded back down the stairs—going towards another hallway opposite the kitchen.

He saw another door, silently pushing it open to see two large beds and two forms sleeping peacefully on them.

On one bed was a sleeping figure—Tae, the blonde he met earlier. The one his sister called “little prince.” On the desk next to the boy was a thick novel and a half-eaten bar of milk chocolate. There was also a box of twin daggers with patterned hilts made of gold and silver, a note reading “from Binnie and Y/N-ie” stuck to the package.

With a frown on his face, Sungho’s eyes trailed over to the other sleeping boy in the other bed. This time, it was the other boy—Kai. The boy wore a loose white shirt, hands clutching a soft pillow tightly in his arms.The boy’s table laid a beautiful crossbow with patterns engraved on the wood—a tag still tied to the item with a ribbon, reading “from Binnie and Y/N-ie” on it.

Sungho scoffed as he turned back to the giant door connected to the room—entering a big room full of a variety of clothes and shoes, even more than what he had at home—and he was a king. The items were designed with various different styles and colors, the room divided into sections labelled “Tyunie” and “Ningie.” Sungho made his way further into the room, finding his way onto a big shelf of weapons—knives, arrows, swords, and axes. Sungho frowned, his hands closing in on a dagger—beautifully made with a wooden hilt, engraved with “Kai” on the blade.  He pulled it out of the container, feet making his way back to the two boys sleeping on the beds.

Sungho padded his way over to Taehyun—the little prince and held the dagger over the blonde’s chest. The king pursed his lips angrily, glaring at the young boy’s peaceful face.

Him and this other kid, Kai—they’re the reason why his sister would barely acknowledge him now. “Little princes”—they’re frauds with no title. They aren’t princes at all. Yet his sister, who he hasn’t seen in two years, still chose these strangers over him. It was ridiculous. They had to go.

With red in his gaze, Sungho lifted his hands up—clutch tight on the dagger as he prepared to stab the blonde. However, his eyes flicked over to the blonde boy’s face at the last minute, shocked to see his amused eyes set on him.

Sungho gasped, body stumbling back as he dropped the dagger. Taehyun only reached his hand out, hands catching the dagger and flipping it in his hands expertly.

“What are you doing?” an angry voice asked, making him turn to see Kai sitting up on his bed—sharp eyes trained on Sungho’s form on the floor. “Why do you have my dagger? You’re going to hurt Tae, aren’t you?”

Sungho opened his mouth to try to explain, but nothing came out due to nervousness as Kai pushed his blanket off of him and pulled himself out of bed.

“You were, were you?” Kai asked. “You’re so ungrateful. Y/N and Soobin brought you here to be free, to never grow up—but you try to destroy our family?”

“I-I’m her real brother.” Sungho managed to respod under Kai’s angry glare. “You’re nothing to her—you’re not bound by blood.”

“How stupid of you to say that, especially in our house.” Taehyun drawled lazily, sitting up and propping his head in his palm. “We’re her brothers.”

“And you tried to hurt Tae, my best friend, my brother.” Kai said angrily. “I can’t forgive that.”

Immediately, Sungho felt his body freeze—his limbs stuck in place and he couldn’t move. Tae only flipped the dagger in his hands, nonchalantly hilding it up and offering the hilt to Hueningkai, who snatched the dagger from his hands.

“Can you do it?” Tae asked lazily, yawning—as if waiting for it to finish so he can collapse back to bed.

“I can.” Hueningkai said angrily.

“Then do it.”

Hueningkai didn’t answer or move, only glowering at Sungho.

Sungho didn’t know what to do, or what they were talking about exactly. However, Hueningkai’s grip on the dagger made him nervous. He didn’t know what to plead for.

“I don’t tolerate people trying to hurt my family.” Hueningkai said gruffly. “They’re the only thing that matters.”

The door opened, showing Y/N decked in a loose white shirt and a shirtless Soobin entering with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, what’s happening?” Soobin asked, hands encircling Y/N’s waist, chin resting on her shoulder as he allowed his amused eyes to fall onto Sungho. “You’re still here?”

“He’s about to go.” Hueningkai said angrily before his hands lifted up, swiping a clean, deep line on Sunghoon’s neck.

Sunghoon’s eyes widened as he choked on blood, eyes darting over to Taehyun who yawned and climbed out of his bed—whining about bloodstains on his sheets. Kai only scoffed, setting the dagger on his bedside table, padding over to Y/N’s open arms. Y/N and Soobin had proud smiles on their faces as Hueningkai grinned at them.

“Did you know he was going to come?”

“No, but I knew he came here,” Soobin snorted. “I knew you could handle it.”

“I’ll make some food, then, since we’re all awake. Tae, Kai, can you guys boil some water?” Y/N hummed, pulling the door open as Taehyun and Kai left the room to do as they were told—followed by Soobin who kissed Y/N’s neck happily before he left. “I’ll be right out.”

Sungho laid on the floor, choking and dying slowly as Y/N walked over to him.

“Well,” Y/N sighed, tracing the slit on his throat. “this is interesting. I thought you’d last longer.”

Sungho tried his hardest to reply, but his vision was turning dark.

“You should’ve known your entitled attitude won’t pass here, you’re not the prince here—Soobin already told you it’s Kai and Tae’s turf here. Still, you didn’t listen.” Y/N shrugged. “So, I guess you got just what was coming for you.”

Y/N stood back up, waving her hand and Sungho found himself on Taehyun’s bed.

“There’s the bed you were so desperate for. Try to die faster, though. Taehyun gets cranky when he doesn’t get enough sleep.” Y/N snorted as she checked the clock. “We still have to clean the bed up after you die. Thank God for magic, I guess.”

Tears pooled in his eyes as Sungho felt his body start to fail on him.

“Thanks for helping us train Kai. He was so scared to kill people back then, but he did it so easily now. I’m really proud of him. ” Y/N said with a lilting tone, a smirk in her face as she turned and closed the door. “Sweet dreams, Sungho. I have to go to my husband and my brothers.”

Sungho closed his eyes, and the king was no more.

[letsfluxshitup]

the fuck just happened

(tw: minor injuries&blood talk and an excessive use of the fuck word)

Manberg was blown up, Schlatt was dead, Techno was a traitor, and he couldn’t trust fucking anyone, could he? He’d trusted Schlatt, he’d trusted Techno, hell, he’d trusted Wilbur, trusted him not to be a stupid motherfucker, and here he fucking was, bleeding and bruised and exhausted. 

Blood was steadily dripping from a wound in his side that he didn’t care to look at, and muscles burning from all the walking, he needed to get the fuck away, away from everyone and everything. He wasn’t at all paying attention to his surroundings, too busy cursing out Schlatt, and Wilbur, and fucking Technoblade, when he stumbled over a rock. 

Someone caught him around the waist, though, and he was hauled back into a warm chest. He hadn’t noticed how cold it had gotten. 

“If you’re gonna kill me at least let me set my spawn first,” Quackity deadpanned, too tired to even consider fighting. “I’ve gotten too far to restart now, alright?”

He was guided down into a sitting position, and then he was met face to face with a concerned Techno. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, and they both stared blankly at each other.

“I’ve got a place nearby if you need somewhere to stay,” Techno whispered, trying to preserve the fragile silence.

Quackity stared at him, thinking. It was dark, mobs were sure to start appearing, and he was tired.

“Fuck you,” he hissed, “lead the fucking way, big man, I don’t have any other options. Asshole.”

Techno just sighed, helping Quackity to his feet again, lightly nudging a bruise forming on Quackity’s temple with his nose. Quackity froze, stumbling, before Techno’s hands steadied him. That was a piglin thing, wasn't it? Some way of showing affection? 

Techno’s arm stayed looped around his waist, guiding him along as they walked. Quackity wanted to shrug him off, tell him to go to hell for acting all friendly after killing everyone, but he was cold and Techno was warm. He’d earned this after all the shit he’d put up with, Techno’s shit included.

Quackity hadn’t realized how tired he was once they’d started walking again, and his blinks lasted longer and longer. He leaned more heavily on Techno, sighing as he realized Techno would have to carry him again, but that didn’t really bother him, being carried by Techno was nice. Having his arms wrapped around him, coddling but not cloying.

It made him feel safe, and cared for. Made him feel loved, even, when it was back in Pogtopia, and it was late and cold and Techno cuddled him to his chest in his sleep, purring in his ear as he sleepily nuzzled his neck. His breath would tickle the back of Quackity’s neck as he let out a sleepy sigh.

Quackity blinked awake, the phantom sensation of Techno’s breath on his neck lingering as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

He was in a neat room, lit by a fireplace across from the bed. The room was decorated in warm colors, quilts and blankets laying on every comfy surface.

There was a desk next to the bed, and Techno sat there, focused on a letter he was writing. The candle on the desk reflected off his glasses, and Techno wore glasses? Quackity couldn’t help but think how cute he looked with them, a gold thin chain attached to delicate frames looped around his neck.

Of course Technoblade had old lady glasses.

Quackity awkwardly cleared his throat, and Techno immediately turned towards him.

“Do you need anything?” He said, voice soft as he set his pen down. 

Quackity just huffed, shifting around on the bed. His injuries seemed mostly healed, and that explained the bone deep tiredness he felt. The gash on his side still throbbed though, wrapped in bandages and slathered with salves. At least Techno knew what he was doing.

When he didn’t say anything Techno stood from the desk, heading for the door.

“I’ll make you something to eat, stay right there.” He said, voice soft in the firelight. He looked gentle, kind, in this light. He was wearing a loose white shirt that Quackity could only describe as a pirate shirt, and fitted black pants. He looked ruffled though, not perfectly put together like he normally was. 

He looked human. 

Or, well, mortal, like he was on the same plane of existence as Quackity instead of somewhere above everyone else. It was a good look on him. There was a mess of light cuts and bruises mottled his face, and Quackity was filled with the overwhelming urge to check over every injury, to make sure he was ok. 

Techno had a strange look on his face when Quackity refocused on him, contemplative and soft. He didn’t say anything as he left the room, the crackling of the fire punctuating the soft swish of the shutting door.

When Techno came back, he was holding a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. He settled at the desk again, holding out the bowl to him. 

“What? You’re not gonna feed it to me?” Quackity snarked, tired and irritated, irritated at everything that had happened, irritated at how cute Techno looked when surprised, with the firelight softly highlighting his features, expression unbearably soft.

Techno sighed, before pulling the chair closer to the edge of the bed, and holding out the loaded spoon. Quackity decided very quickly that if getting blown up and killed earned him this soft doting Techno then it was absolutely worth it. 

Quackity took pity on him, though, and took the bowl from him after the first bite.

After he was finished eating, he patted the bed next to him. Techno looked at him, soft expression back in place, before turning to change into pajamas. When Quackity looked back at him he was wearing his potato-patterned nightgown and Quackity couldn’t help his snort.

Techno laid down in the bed next to him, cupping Quackity’s smaller hands in his own. His hands were rough and calloused from work and fighting, and he lightly stroked Quackity’s fingers and palms. He was quietly looking at Quackity’s hands, pressing their hands together to compare, and Quackity’s were almost laughably small compared to his. 

Quackity opened his mouth to say something, anything to diffuse this soft tender moment, something he felt like he was intruding on despite being a part of.

Techno leaned his head down, before looking up at him through his eyelashes, a soft I’m sorry floating between them as Techno’s breath ghosted across his hands.

“It’s- It’s alright. Well, it’s not alright, I guess, but- I dunno-” Quackity stuttered, frustrated, feeling open and raw in front of Techno, in the soft firelight with his hands being gently held. “I get it, I guess. You weren’t just being an ass, or trying to be the bad guy.”

Techno made a noncommittal sound, back to inspecting Quackity’s hands.

“Would it be ok?” He whispered to Quackity’s hands, “Would it be ok if I was the bad guy?”

Quackity wanted to snort at the cheesy line, or shout because everything was happening so much. 

“I don’t- I’m tired, Techno, fucking tired of everyone telling me who’s the good guy and who’s the bad guy and who to trust, all right?” Quackity huffed, grabbing Techno’s face. “From now on there’s no good or bad between us, alright? It’s just me and you now, ok?”

“Ok,” Techno replied, voice soft and wavering slightly, and eye contact wasn't normally Techno’s strong suit but there was no way he could look away from Quackity now.

“Ok. Cool.” Quackity huffed, before brushing the hair out of his face and flopping back on to the bed.

Techno grinned down at him, before remembering the letter he had left on his desk.

“I wrote to Philza, my d- friend. Associate. Ally. He raised Wilbur and Tommy? Uh, anyways, I updated him on the… situation.” He didn’t need to clarify, the smoking crater of Manberg vivid in their minds. “I was thinking we could go visit him for a while, he’s got a nice little set up."

Quackity just nodded, ignoring his stuttering over Philza's role in his life, a soft smile on his face as he reached up to rub at the flush spreading across Techno’s face. Techno could say what he wanted but Quackity knew.

“I was thinkin’ we could invite Tommy and Tubbo and maybe even Wilbur, when things have settled? I’m sure he’d be delighted to see his kids again." He flushed slightly, "I mean, if you want to go, you don’t have to, and I’d understand if you didn’t want to-”

He cut himself off, reaching up to hold Quackity’s hand against his face where it had moved to cup his cheek.

“Aw, Techie, you taking me to meet the parents? Gettin’ kinda serious, aren’t ya?” Quackity grinned at him, voice soft as he continued. “I’d love to. Even if it means I have to see that Wilbur bastard again.”

Techno just snorted before flopping down into bed next to him, burying his face in his neck and he’d gotten caught up in the fighting and the bloodlust and the drama, he’d forgotten how nice it was to just settle down and relax and be safe. 

Quackity was safe, he decided quietly.

[liliesoftherain]

Persevere though Forsaken

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, nonphysical

A/N: This was for my server collab!

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“Kya, let's talk about our soulmates!”

Soulmates.

The mere notion of having someone else considered to be your perfect half was daunting, to say the least. Having a mark on your skin, just to remind you that your sole purpose in this life was just to find that other person.

It was all a little too much for you honestly.

On your fourth birthday is when your life had changed forever, not only did you receive your quirk but you had also received your soulmark. The intricate patterns of flowers and clouds on your shoulder had you swooning, but the intimidating snake in the midst of it all caused you unease. Of course, every soulmark had a reason for being the way it was, only matching that of your soulmates, but at a mere four you could only fear the harsh animal that would be forever there. Your mother had tried to sooth you, stating that snakes could have multiple meanings and that there was no need to fear them or your mark, but you had never liked snakes very much either way.

Even so, at your young age you had been joyful overall, knowing that this was an important mark and it would one day lead to your happily-ever-after. Fantasies of meeting the one plagued your thoughts, longing to know the feeling that would come once your marks would combine. It was a beautiful sight supposedly, the way each tattoo would take a copy of itself and intertwine together, just like your souls were supposed to be.

Yet as you grew, those feelings of excitement grew into dread. You began to wonder, to worry, if your soulmate was really your perfect match. Wasn’t there no such thing as perfect, so how could there be someone that completed you to such a degree?

There were countless horror stories of how soulmates found one another and it was nothing they dreamed of, nothing they expected. Many said it was due to the wrong lifetimes, not meeting where they should have, or meeting in a time of this current life where they weren’t as stable as previous lives. Whatever the reason, you didn’t want any of it anymore. Not after seeing it all break down right in front of your eyes, you wanted nothing to do with them if you turned out exactly like them. What if your soulmate and you were exactly this? What if you two just weren’t compatible; what if they stood for everything you were against?

You wanted to be a hero, no matter what that was the path you wanted to go down and no one could stop you; you could only imagine the pain you’d feel if your supposed other was the very thing you swore to stop, a villain.

Applying to U.A. was your first step, and now with one year left you swore to yourself you wouldn’t let anything get in your way. You weren’t looking to be pulled in by hopes of a perfect ending, you were willing to carve your own.

“Ne, your guys’ are so pretty!” You snapped out of your thoughts at Hagakure’s voice.

You glanced in the direction everyone was looking at to see Jiro and Momo showing their matching forearms. You had to admit, their soulmarks were lovely; a beautiful backdrop of a lake with two sakura petals caught mid dance, frozen forever on skin barley grazing a lake below.

“You should have seen the way the petals fluttered down together when we connected our arms,” Momo said, a shy smile on her lips, “I’ve never seen a more beautiful connection.”

“That’s the only soulmark connection you’ve seen, Momo.” Jiro laughed, rolling her sleeve back down as she nudged her girlfriend.

“Your point?”

You all laughed, taking turns looking at everyone's marks and theorizing about their significant others until all eyes fell onto you.

“You know (y/n), we’ve all kinda seen everyone else’s before, but never yours.” Mina stated, looking at you with playfully narrowed eyes.

“You’re always wearing a cover or shirt long enough to hide it!” Tsu pointed out.

“Well,” you started, rubbing the back of your head nervously, “I’m not really into the whole soulmate thing, you guys know, so I hide it I guess.”

“Really? I didn’t know that!” Uraraka gasped, scooting closer to you as she did.

“You didn’t know? It’s like the thought of soulmates makes (l/n) sick!” Jiro snickered, sticking her tongue out at you as you flipped her off.

“I don’t get sick, I just don’t see the point-no offense.”

“I agree when I say it isn’t for everyone.” Jiro shrugged.

“Can we see it anyways? Pleaseeee!” Hagakure bounced excitedly, hoping you would agree.

“I’m really curious as to what it looks like, kero.” Tsu agreed.

You only sighed as you stripped off your long-sleeve shirt, leaving you in your sweats and now tank top. The sounds of amazement made you blush as you presented your right shoulder, letting everyone see the detailed snake, it was wrapped around two different types of flowers in front of a giant moon and clouds. It was a lot larger than it used to be when you were younger, now covering almost your entire upper arm. As you grew, your mark did as well, keeping proportional to your body.

“Wow that’s beautiful!”

“It really is, look at how cool it looks.”

“Dude the snake is hardcore.”

“What kind of flowers are those, what do they represent?”

You glance down at your mark before looking back up with a shrug, “not sure.”

“You never wanted to know the symbolism of it?” Uraraka asked, eyes still scanning over the lines of permanent ink.

“When I was younger, sure, but I never bothered to look them up.”

“Well the larger flowers are magnolias,” Momo spoke out as she pointed to the ones that framed the bottom of the mark, “They tend to represent a multitude of things; beauty, purity, and gentleness, but the thing that stands out above all else is perseverance.”

“Perseverance huh, maybe your soulmate is going to have to persevere for a looong time to win you over with that attitude, (y/n).” Mina jokes, causing the rest of the girls to laugh and you to roll your eyes with a grin

“I’d like to see them try.”

“What about the top flowers, Momo?” Hagakure asked.

“Well, they look like anemone’s, and the most significant meanings are anticipation, protection, longing, and forsaken or forgotten love. These flowers rely on the winds to open them up, who knows, maybe all you need is the right wind to open you up.”

“I doubt that.” You deadpan.

“I’m surprised you know so much about flowers!”

Momo held her hands out, creating a couple of flowers with a grin, “Well, I like to know everything I can for my quirk!”

You watched as she put one of the flowers behind Jiro’s ear, and you felt a twinge at jealousy that you immediately shoved down. You couldn’t long for something as sincere as that, you didn’t have the time.

You should take the anemone’s advice and forsake the love altogether.

“Here, one for everyone!” Momo passed the flowers around, and you giggled as she forced you and everyone else to wear it behind the ear as well.

“Gosh, I don’t remember the last time we did this. It feels nice!”

“I agree, we all need to have girl time more often!”

“We don’t talk about things like this as often as we should, it really is a nice bonding moment isn’t it?”

“Ne, (y/n), speaking of bonding... What will you do if you do ever meet your soulmate?”

You glance at Uraraka, you knew she was always a little more interested in soulmate’s due to her crush on someone that wasn’t hers; so you figured you’d continue indulging her and your friends.

“If I’m going to be painfully honest, I hope I never do.”

Silence was met with your answer, and you knew everyone was keeping quiet out of respect for your feelings even if they didn’t particularly agree.

“I only say that because, I just don’t think there is that someone for me you know? I can’t imagine someone being perfect for me, this path we’re choosing is already hard enough, why...” you glance down at your hands, watching them clench up in determination, “Why should I hope for happiness when it isn’t guaranteed?” “Well, I hope you find that happiness. No matter what it looks like, we all deserve it.” Tsu spoke softly.

Everyone agreed, and you could only smile half-heartedly. It wasn’t that you wanted to be a downer, you just couldn’t get over the notion of not being happy. Maybe you were being too cynical, but seeing it first hands at home was really an eyeopener.

Soulmates couldn’t be trusted.

“I don’t know what I would do if I found mine, how awkward huh!” Mina chuckled, scratching her cheek nervously.

“It’s not easy,” Jiro blushed, glancing at her lover, “It is a pretty awkward conversation, isn’t it?”

“Oh most definitely, but it was all worth it in the end.”

“After the initial stutters and such.”

“I bet it was romantic though!” Hagakure swooned.

“All it took was Momo once in her costume, it wasn’t hard to find out after that!”

Everyone laughed once more, agreeing it was hard for the creation hero to hide anything because of the way her hero suit needed to be.

“Awh, we’re out of popcorn!” Uraraka groaned, pushing the empty bowl away.

“I’d go get some but, I’m too comfy here!” Mina snickered, cuddling into her cocoon of blankets she created.

“You’re such a baby Mina, I’ll go.” You flicked her forehead, grabbing the empty bowl and standing.

“Thanks hun, oh can you also bring me back a water?”

“Yea sure, any other orders?” You joked.

After receiving a small list you retreated out of the room and down the hall, towards the kitchens. You hear a couple of the boys who were still up in the common room and rolled your eyes at the way they were screaming at the T.V., raging at the video game battle currently going on. You passed by without a care, closing the door behind you to muffle the energetic shouts the best you could.

“Oh, hey (l/n)!”

You snap your head to the side and smile, noticing the redhead's hair is down and not in it’s usual spikes.

“Hey Kirishima, what are you doing in here, aren’t you missing the party out there.”

You walk forward, reaching into one of the cabinets and pulling out a packet of popcorn. You shuffle around Kirishima, as he was leaning against the counter closest to the microwave, something you needed for your snack run.

“Well if I were to try to eat this in there, it’d get spilled in the chaos.” He laughed, lifting up a bowl of cereal.

“Touché.” You smirked, punching the popcorn button and leaving the machine be as it whirred to life.

You set down the bowl you brought before going to the fridge, you were pulling out a few waters when you felt a stare on your body. You glance curiously at Kirishima to see the intense look on his face and raise a brow, confused as to what he was looking at. Following his line of sight, you stopped to your shoulder- your soulmark.

In your rush out of the room you forgot to put your overshirt back on, and you felt a bit of anxiety bubble in your chest. You tsk quietly, slamming the fridge door. The sound snapped him out of his daze, his eyes rushing up to meet your gaze.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to stare-”

“s’okay. I know I don’t normally show this off. I forgot I didn’t have it covered for  a sec.” You shrug, walking back over next to him as your food beeped.

You opened the microwave, setting the waters down while collecting the hot bag of popcorn and opening it to pour it’s contents into the bowl. While doing so, you felt his stare on your mark once more. You didn’t really mind showing it off, letting the girls see it earlier was proof of that, but the way Kirishima’s face contorted; it was as if he knew something.

“What is it?”

“N-nothing!”

“What’s with the stuttering then?”

You narrowed your eyes as he looked panicked, but he tried playing it off by waving his arms frantically in the air as he gave a thumbs up.

“Haha, I better get back in there, and you should probably get back to the girls- see you tomorrow, (l/n)!”

“Yea… See you tomorrow.”

You both stood in awkward silence as you took your time gathering your items and he washed his dish. Turning on your heel, arms full, you made your way across the kitchen when you felt him rush up behind here.

“Here, lemme get that, your hands are full so be careful!” He grinned, hand coming over your frame to push the door open for you.

You gave him a smile, this gentleman-like personality was more suited than the one he tried taking on earlier.

The loud sounds once again invaded your ears, but there was less screaming than there was before. You look over towards the couches and catch a red gaze on your form. You smile shyly under his gaze, having to turn away in hopes he didn’t see the blush you knew had to be on your face. You were used to Bakugou’s piercing looks, but when caught off guard you had to calm your racing heart. You glance up at Kirishima who let the door fall, a grateful look on your face.

“Thanks Kirishima, awkward really doesn’t suit you yanno.” Laughing, you nudge his side.

“The fuck is that in your hair.”

A harsh voice stopped you in your tracks, and you looked at the ridgid blonde glaring at you.

Geez, what had him in a mood now? Must’ve lost a game or something.

You try the best you can to look at the side of your face, remembering the magnolia you had behind your left ear.

“A flower, stupid. Are you blind?”

He clicked his tongue at you, his glare leaving your form as he stared at Kirishima. There was a conversation they held with their eyes, and you felt awkward just standing there.

“Well, uh, goodnight then?”

You don’t wait for a response as you went back to the room, thinking about how strange those two were acting.

____

“Go change into your gym clothes, quickly now, I don’t want to wait around all day.” Aizawa sighed, giving the signal to leave the room.

You stand slowly, as you were tired from the night prior, only to be yanked on by Mina who was pumped for the mock battles to come.

“Jeez, Mina, I’m too tired for this much of your excitement.” You tsk’d, being dragged out of the classroom as she rushed towards the locker room.

“Look it’s not my fault that you stayed up all night last night doing whatever it is you do.”

“It’s called being a good student, I stayed up studying all weekend; you were the one who kept me and everyone else up friday night, talking our ears off about your dumb boy-bands.”

“DUMB- girl, they’re literally my entire life- my loves!”

You snort, rolling your eyes as she throws an arm frantically into the air.

“So dramatic.”

“If I ain’t dramatic, am I even me?”

You laugh, opening the door while holding it open for her. She enters first and you follow, letting the door fall shut behind you as you head towards your locker. You open it up to see your gym clothes, changing sluggishly. The rest of the girls soon entered and began to change, while you told Mina you’d wait outside for her.

“For being so hype to fight, you’re sure taking your sweet time getting dressed.”

“I’M SORRY I GOT SIDETRACKED!” She shouted, shaking Hagakure’s shoulders.

You waved her off, walking out of the changing room while stretching. Raising your arms up with a groan, you enjoy the few seconds of extension before allowing them to drop in a relaxed manner. You heard a grunt, and out of the corner of your eye you saw a body leaning against the wall by the boys locker room.

“Yo.” You called, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as a yawn slipped past.

“Tch,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Pulling an all-nighter was stupid.”

You pouted, now regretting texting the group chat at the late hour you did.

“It wasn’t an all-nighter, I was just studying for a few hours.”

“Until 4am?” His scoff caused you to frown, smacking his arm as you did.

“Don’t judge me! We all stay up late to study at one point.”

“Not me, stupid. Sleep is more important than trying to cram all that shit in at one time.” He grabbed your check and pinched, payback to you smacking him.

“Ow- let go idiot!” You grab his cheek back, much to his annoyance.

“Hah!? You’re the idiot, you let go!”

“What are you two doing?”

The sound of Todoroki’s voice caused you to jump away from Bakugou, face warm as you glanced in his direction.

“N-nothing!” You giggled nervously, embarrassed to have been caught so close to the hothead.

The boy in question went ridged, his glare deepening as he glanced at the intruder then back at you. You watched warily as Bakugou clenched his fist as he huffed, turning around and walking off to the gym alone.

“That was strange.” Todoroki said, confusion in his voice.

“Yea.” You agreed, staring at Bakugou’s retreating form till more students began to come out of the locker rooms.

You walk along with Mina, Sero, and Denki, and originally Kirisishima-until he ran off after Bakugou.

The wide eyed look on his face after you told him what happened had made you even more suspicious, these last few days have been weird to say the least. Kirishima had been dancing around you ever since that night in the kitchens, and Bakugou-while he was somewhat normal-had a shorter fuse than late. Anytime it was just you two he seemed fine, but add anyone else to the mix and he would be storming off the next second.

You were just glad he wasn’t ignoring you anymore, on saturday anytime you tried talking to him he would rush off, as if running away from you. You were getting fed up at the weird treatment, and were thankful it stopped only after the one day. You decided not to bring it up, knowing you didn’t need a moody Bakugou Katsuki ignoring you again.

Once inside the gym, Aizawa was waiting to give the proper instructions.

“It’s a mock battle, you know the drill; quirks allowed, keep the damage to a minimum, you win if they give up, or if you get this taped wrapped around them. Let’s choose your opponents.”

You all pulled letters, and quickly knew your opponent from the same corresponding letter. You heard an awkward chuckle and saw Deku quickly make his way over to you, holding up his matching paper.

“I think it’s going to be us fighting, (l/n)!”

“Looks that way, Midoriya! Sounds fun, I can't wait, you’ve gotten really good recently.” You praised him earnestly.

“R-really!?” His excitement came out in his shining eyes and wild arm gestures, the scene forcing you to stifle a laugh.

Izuku really had been improving rapidly this last year, and you were kinda proud of him, even if you rarely talked to him. It was times like this where you understood Uraraka’s feelings about him, even though she was embarrassed about it because he wasn’t her soulmate.

You thought back to the sleepover, how you grabbed her shoulders and said that it was her choice to love whoever she wanted; soulmates or not she shouldn’t let that dictate who she wants in her life. The rest of the girls also told her it would be worth trying, since soulmates aren't always guaranteed to be found.

You guess you were also telling Uraraka words you had also wanted to hear, since you couldn’t help but feel a little something more for a certain hothead. At first you hated the idea of feelings altogether, and desperately tried to get rid of anything more you felt, but later came to term that you couldn’t help that much. It wasn’t that you were scared of being in love, or having strong feelings, you were scared to be forced with someone who could be no good.

Not having a soulmate would make things much easier.

Midoriya had continued talking animatedly, waving his arms around and vividly talking about a topic you couldn’t keep up with. You were going to tell him to slow down when a rough shoulder knocked into him, causing Midoriya to stagger back.

“Get out of the fucking way, Deku.” Bakugou spat at the boy before walking off to the viewing area.

You glance at Deku who looks as bewildered as you felt, staring at his childhood friend’s back.

“Is Kaachan okay?” Midoriya turned back to face you, and all you could do was shrug.

“Honestly I don’t know.”

“Well, if anyone could get him in a better mood it’s you!” He beamed, and you raised a brow questioningly.

“What do you mean by that?”

You saw his jaw drop slightly as he blushed a bright red, waving his arms frantically with a nervous laughter.

“I, uh, I mean you guys are just really good friends! Th-that’s all!”

You narrow your eyes, unconvinced, yet you drop it anyway; simply agreeing with a small blush on your face before heading up to the viewing spot. Once inside the area, you chose to stand in between Uraraka and Mina.

For some reason as the matches went on, the antsier you felt. There was this bubbling feeling of nerves creeping up slowly and you tried pushing the feeling away. Sure, you may not win this fight against Midoriya, but you were as sure you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You thought yourself lucky to have a physical, strength base quirk. You were no prodigy, but you were by no means weak. You never backed down from a challenge, so you weren’t sure what was bringing this on.

“Bakugou, Todoroki, your turn.”

This was a battle you were determined to watch, you had no doubts in Bakugou’s ability, but Todoroki was his own force to be reckoned with. You held your breath as the signal was released, and they were off.

Both of them immediately went on the offense, Bakugou sending a large explosion and Todoroki countering with a large wall of ice. Bakugou jumped up, smashing through the ice with another explosion, and from there it was really hard to keep up with what was going on. Chunks of ice and large bouts of smoke filled the area, and you couldn’t even see their bodies at one point anymore, until Todoroki let out a large blast of fire. It was intense and blew all the surrounding smoke to reveal a cleared battleground. Bakugou’s high-collared zip up was lit up in flames, and you watched as he threw it off with a wicked grin.

“THAT’S MORE LIKE IT ICY-HOT, LET’S GO!”

He fought now without his top, having nothing underneath. You feel your face grow hot as you stare linger a little longer than you should have. You couldn’t help it, his build was very broad and thick, the dips of his muscles were really eye catching.

The black ink on his right shoulder also caught your attention, and you realized that must’ve been his soulmark. You wanted to look away, you really did, but the curiosity was ushering you to see what the ever great Bakugou Katsuki could have.

You narrow your eyes, mentally yelling at the blond to stay still you could see what the patterns of ink could be. He finally stopped just long enough for you to quickly scan the details, and doing so had your heart stopping.

There was the shape of flowers surrounding the mark, clouds wisping in the background. A large moon accentuating the large and finely detailed snake in the middle.

The world had come to a halt in your mind, the only noticeable thing being the large mark on his shoulder. There was no way it was the same, there had to be some difference, right?

Bakugou Katsuki couldn’t be your soulmate.

You’ve been his classmate for the last three years, and you only now found out? There was no way, it was a coincidence, there were little differences-there had to be.

“Hey,” Mina whispered, “Isn’t that… your mark?”

Mina’s words shattered the already thin remains of conviction you had tried to force upon yourself. With wide eyes, you looked helplessly at Mina. She looked surprised when she caught sight of you, instantly feeling guilty at mentioning it.

“(y/n)-”

“Alright, enough. At this rate no one else will get to go. I end this as a tie.”

Aizawa’s voice boomed over the intercom, ceasing the battle below. Bakugou’s cursing invaded your ears and made you even more aware of what he was to you. You gasped quietly, drawing the attention of Uraraka who regarded you with concern.

“Are you okay-”

“Midoriya, (l/n). You’re up.”

A white noise filled your ears, both girls trying to talk to you but you couldn’t speak. You removed yourself from Mina’s hold, her eyes showcasing pity and you couldn’t take it. You shut your eyes tight and turned around, rushing out.

You were so out of it you didn’t even realize that you were standing on the platform already, face-to-face with Midoriya. He seemed none the wiser to your current state and you couldn’t decide if that was better or not.

“Begin.”

You were normally a first attacker, springing into action as soon as you could to try to get your opponent off their guard, but you couldn’t move. Your world was spinning and the air just wasn’t coming. You could faintly see Midoriya charging up, but it was an out of body experience. The will to move was strong but you were unable, watching through wide eyes as he sprung forward and punched you straight across the face.

The force of his punch sent you flying back, rolling across the ground till you stopped on your stomach. You kept silent, the pain strong but you were numb to it. A shocked gasp mixed with the ringing in your ears, Midoriya’s concerned voice followed.

“-god, you always go for the kill I-I, I’m sorry!”

You push yourself up on uneasy arms, gaze stuck on the drops of blood that steadily fell onto the concrete. You bring your hand up to wipe your face, staring at the crimson smear staining your fingers.

The same crimson that matched a certain pair of eyes you knew all too well.

Standing up silenced Midoriya’s worried words, examining you in shock.

“(l/n)-”

“Come at me…” You glare harshly into his green eyes, the anger flooded your system all at once.

You were glad for the green, wanting to erase the thoughts of the other.

“B-but, you’re shaking. Are you alright?”

You look down at your hands to see that he was indeed right, you were violently shaking. 

You clench the hand that still held blood, squeezing it tight and sticking out your arm while aiming your fist right at him.

“COME AT ME! I’M NOT LETTING ANYTHING STAND IN MY WAY, I JUST CAN’T!” Your anguish echoed around the room.

Sucking in harsh breaths, you watch as Izuku still falters on attacking you, unsure of what to make on your outburst. Letting out a guttural scream in frustration, you bring your fist down and slam it onto the concrete. Breaking upon impact cracks form, rapidly snaking their way towards where he was standing, forcing Midoriya to jump up to avoid falling because of it.

You spring forward and jump up to meet him in the air, slamming a fist into his stomach and sending him spiraling into the ground. You saw red hot anger, and all you could remember was going all out against Deku. He was on the defense, since every time he managed to get a strike in you would scream bloody murder and punch back ten times harder.

Every time you thought you could calm down, an image of spiky blond and cocky grins popped into your mind, and the anger rose all over again. The anger continued to rise as your mind raced with thoughts of confident laughter and opinionated yelling, then of twisting snakes and broken glass. Shouts of the past deafened your ears, and memories played back on a loop; a tearful face and angered, screaming mouth behind your eyelids.

“AGH.”

You snap back to reality, Midoriya’s pained face in your vision as you landed a solid hit on his forearm. He had his arms crossed in an ‘X’ in front of him and the power behind your punch had managed to damage both of them.

It was broken from your brute force and the other bruised, the guilt washed up to replace the anger. You hadn’t meant to take it out on Deku, you really didn’t. You were just so lost in yourself that you didn’t realize what you were doing, you didn’t want this side of you to be brought out.

Your worst fears of having the ugliest sides of yourself arising were coming true, you felt sick.

Midoriya staggered back, his broken arm hanging limply by his side as he charged, bruised arm aimed in attack.

“I give up.” You whisper.

Deku’s punch stopped an inch from your face, his eyes blown open and chest heaving.

“What-”

“Midoriya wins, (l/n) forfeits.”

As his arm drops to his side, he stares at you with the most caring look.

“You’re.. Crying.”

You can feel the stares, feel the questions, the whispers. As Deku held out a good hand you back away, the room was closing in on you and you needed to get out. You walked off the now broken arena, unable to wipe the tears that fell from your eyes.

Because all you felt was his red hot stare and it was the most brutal thing.

_____

A few days had passed from the mock battles, most wanting to put your feelings first so they hadn’t asked what had gone wrong. You weren’t so lucky when the person you most dreaded to see was not one of those people, constantly trying to get you to talk to him. It had been easy to avoid him for the first few days, but after the third you could tell he was getting fed up.

Especially since here he was, holding your dorm door open with a snarl on his lips.

“I said I don’t want to talk-”

“And I’m saying that’s fucking bullshit, you’ve had enough time to do whatever, now you talk.”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him, your hurt gaze focused on the floor. It was silent for a moment before Katsuki pushed himself into your room, despite your protests.

“You’ve been ignoring everyone, what the hell is up with that.”

You stay planted in your spot, hands coming together to pick at your fingers. His annoyed huff made you flinch, you finally turned to where he was standing by your bed. He had been in your room plenty of times before, but never had you felt like this.

Never had wanted him out more than you did at this very moment.

“(y/n).”

Wide eyes look up as he called out your first name, something he’s never done before.

“Don’t-”

“Don’t what? I’m sick of you acting like you don’t have anyone to fucking talk to. You have a shit load of people who will listen to you.”

You cross your arms to hug yourself, looking away with indifferent eyes.

“I’m fine. I don’t want to talk because I don’t need to.”

“Cut the crap,” Bakugou sighs, “I can’t stand liars.”

“I’m not…” You trailed off as you caught his nasty glare, the past once more flashing through your mind.

A chilling silence filled the room, and you bite your lip in an attempt to help remove the pressure building behind your eyes.

“We’re soulmates, Bakugou.”

“I know.”

Your chest tightened with irritation as you stared him down.

“You know?”

“Yea.”

“And you weren’t going to fucking tell me?”

“Were you? If I didn’t know, would you have told me?” He seethed, annoyed.

“I-”

“You can’t be fucking upset over something you did too, (y/n).”

You stayed silent, knowing he was right, but the hurt of such a large secret being kept still clawing at you.

“How’d you find out?” You question softly.

“Kirishima told me, he said he saw your mark.”

You think back to the night in the kitchens, his behavior now making sense.

“You know how I feel about soulmates, I can’t-”

“What can’t you do, because if you tell yourself you can’t do something then get over yourself.”

“Excuse me-”

“If you fucking say you can’t, then you’re right. But I'll tell you right now that’s a shitty reason to not do something.”

“Can you quit cutting me off!” You hiss, hands coming up to rub your temples, “I can get a damn sentence out without you interrupting me! I’m just saying I can’t. Bakugou I just can’t-”

“You’re a fucking coward.”

You let out an exasperated cry, hands covering your eyes as scenes of fights similar came to your conscious thought.

“THIS IS WHAT I’M TRYING TO AVOID!”

“What, me?” Bakugou said calmly, the white hot angry threatening to bubble over.

“Yes! No, ugh-I don’t want the universe to dictate my life okay? There’s no such thing as a perfect match, and I for one don’t want one!”

“Who said I had to be your perfect match!?”

“The universe, the fucking gods, the stupid string of fate, I don’t fucking know who! But I won’t accept this, I can’t trust this to work out.”

“You can’t trust me.” He scoffed, looking away.

“That’s not what I meant, I just want to choose for myself! I want a choice in my own life!”

“Then what the hell do you want!? Because you know what, I couldn’t give a damn about this soulmate bullshit! I want you, you get that!”

Your mouth went dry, watching Bakugou run his hands through his already messy locks.

“I just want you, you piss me off but I can’t stand not having you around! I get fucking pissed when I see you blushing around anyone else, laughing and shit. I fucking want you to myself, same mark or not, open your fucking eyes already!”

Here he was, laying his heart on the table and all you could do was stare. Your heart was squeezing painfully in longing, but the fear that gripped your throat kept you from speaking the words you wanted to.

“I’m sorry…”

You watched as Katsuki’s face contorted into one of anger, disappointment, and suffering. You wanted to reach out, but you looked away instead. His once booming voice now pitifully strained.

“I hope you find whatever you’re looking for, glad to know it isn’t me.”

He brushed past you, slamming your door as he left your room.

The silence haunting as you now felt cold without him, but you couldn’t force yourself to run after him. You just couldn’t, the sooner you both accepted that, the better.

So why did you feel like you were making the biggest mistake of your life.

____

When you woke up that next morning, you couldn’t get out of bed. Your body was aching, your head was pounding, and your chest hurt. You look at the time, seeing you still had a few hours before you had to get up for school. You roll over in hopes of trying to get some more sleep, but as an hour trickles by you realize how pointless it is.

Sitting up, you throw the covers off of your body and sit at the edge of the bed. You sigh, slipping your feet into your slippers and slowly standing. You threw on a sweatshirt and walked down the hall and to the kitchens, wanting some water for your parched throat. The stars were still shining bright in the sky, the sun's light barely visible as the midnight blue was turning into a dark sapphire.

You open the door to the kitchens, surprised to see your teacher at one of the tables, papers everywhere and a cup of coffee next to him. He looks up, eyes droopy from lack of sleep and hair tied up messily.

“(l/n), morning.”

“Morning, Aizawa sir.” You respond, cautious.

You have never woken up early enough to catch your teacher at this time, you didn’t even think it was possible for him to be up at this hour, but here he was. You shuffle to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, quickly chugging the cool contents.

Letting out a satisfying sigh, you close the cap and turn back to head out of the room when you pause. You glance again at your teacher, and see him raise a brow without even looking in your direction.

“What is it?”

You pick at the bottom of your sweatshirt with one hand, the other holding the bottle loosely at your side.

“I can’t sleep, is it alright if.. Um, never mind-”

“Sit.”

You don’t have to be told twice, sitting in front of him, careful not to mess up the school work. You both sit in silence for a while, you staring down at  the table, picking at a spot that has chipped paint. The sounds of a scratching pen filled the air and it was somehow calming, knowing that there was someone who cared about you directly in front of you was a nice thought.

Your heart thumped painfully, thinking back to last night. Katsuki was someone that cared about you, and he was right in front of you too. Why was it so hard for you?

“I’m surprised you gave up the match the other day. You could have beat Midoriya.”

You look up at your teacher through your lashes, mildly surprised at him conversing.

“I,” you paused, a sigh leaving your lips, “I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

“Yea, you could tell, and he’s fine; he’s done worse to himself his entire first year than what you did to him. You know that.”

You don’t know what to say, sitting there, a feeling of shame running through your veins.

“Still... I didn’t mean to take anything out on Midoriya, I just couldn’t control myself.”

The shuffling of paper caught your attention, he pulled one out of the stack as he spoke.

“Does it have anything to do with this?” He hands you a piece of paper, and you grab it, confused.

Scanning over it quickly, you realized what today was. A dull pain making you gently set the paper down, looking back up at your teacher who was staring at you with what looked like concern.

You only hummed in agreement, it wasn’t the real reason but it was easier than explaining the truth.

“Maybe you should finally take this. For the last two years this request form comes in on this day every year and you never use it.”

You swallow, mouth suddenly feeling dry once more as you grab the paper again. You stand up, form clenched tightly to your chest as you nod in appreciation.

“Maybe I should. Thank you.”

You turn to leave, seeing the sun now peaking out, a bright orange painting the lands in signal of a new day.

The day you were finally going to do what you should’ve done long ago.

____

You stood shakily in front of the house you grew up in, the door seemingly intimidating as you held your hand up to knock. Thankfully you were saved from the trouble, the door opening up before you even got the chance. You and the woman shared a look of shock, before her eyes began to water.

“Oh, (y/n)... You’re here?”

You bring your left hand up, rubbing your right shoulder nervously.

“Yeah, I’m here mom.”

She pulled you into a hug, and you let yourself fall into her embrace. She pulls away, closing the door and locking it before beaming up at you.

“I’m glad you’re here, sweetie. Let’s get going, okay?”

You can only nod, walking side by side with your mother down the road. It was still early morning, the sun higher in the sky than before, but not high enough to cast a vast amount of heat or bright light. Your mother was silent for the most part, asking you a few questions here and there about school and graduation. You answered earnestly, telling her about how the midterm exams were approaching and you were busy trying to prepare yourself.

The conversation edges away to nothing once sight of the hefty, daunting grey gates comes into view. Your mother holds onto your hand with her free one, and you give it a quick squeeze to let her know you were okay. Passing the gates you both walked along a cleared path, coming onto the plot you both were looking for.

Your mother lets go of your hand, walking forward to one of the tombstones. It was neatly kept, flowers along the top and the stone wiped down. Your mother sets the basket she had brought on the ground, opening it up as she kneeled down. She replaced the drying flowers with fresh ones, and also replenished the incense resting there. She bowed her head, letting her forehead rest against the stone and she mumbled words meant for their ears early.

You take a deep breath, swallowing all the dread that had built up as your mother turned around and smiled at you.

“Your father must be overjoyed to see you, he has missed you these last couple of years.”

“Mom,” You ignored her, jumping straight to the point, “Why do you do this. You hated dad.”

“No, I didn’t.” She shook her head, a hand running along the cool stone with a wistful smile.

“I love your father, I still do.”

“But you two were terrible together.” You cried, keeping your voice down out of respect but still in need of knowing.

“It’s true, we weren’t the best together at the current time. It’s one of my biggest regrets.”

“Being with dad?”

“No, sweetheart, I never regretted being with your father. He was my soulmate. My other half.”

You clenched your hands at your side, flashbacks of your father and mother having screaming matches.

You could hardly remember a time they were happy together, there was always some reason why one or the other would be upset. You hated the fighting that would happen constantly; you would hide under your bed, in your closet, anywhere to get away from the noise. From the screams and the tears, from the cursing and the heartbreak.

Soulmates, what a joke.

“Mom, I don’t think you two were meant for each other. I don’t think you were truly soulmates.”

Your mother gave you a soft look, patting the space next to her. You reluctantly sat down, refusing to look at the grave this close.

“(y/n), I’m sorry. For all those years of hardships you had to deal with, you didn’t deserve that. Now look what it has done, given you a warped view of love. It’s with a heavy heart your father had passed before we could truly better ourselves. In our next life we shall be reunited in better circumstances.”

“I-”

“Please dear, let me finish.”

You close your mouth, allowing her to continue as you stare at the loose ends of your sweater.

“Your father was a wonderful man, one that I did not give enough credit to. I was hard on your father, and in turn he was hard on me. It had led to our poor communication, and eventually our rough patch. You remembered for the worst of it, and for that I cannot be sorry enough. I regret to this day the way I handled the relationship; instead of cherishing my love I had forsaken him.”

You still your movements, those choice of words causing your stomach to flutter in an unpleasant way.

“We were opposites, but we fit each other so well. It was our own foolish actions that caused us to drift away.”

Tears started to pool in your eyes, squeezing them shut in hopes to stop the floodgates, but they fell anyways.

“Mom, I’m scared.”

“Sweetheart,” she pulls you in close, holding you tightly while shushing you, “tell me, what has you scared?”

“I-I found him, my soulmate.”

“Dear, that’s wonderful.”

“Is it though? I don’t want things to end up bad, I don’t know what to do. I actually like him, but I don’t want to be told to like him. I don’t.. And I don’t want to be heartbroken like you were.”

“Sometimes heartbreak is inevitable, and that’s okay. In this life we are graced to find the person who would suit us best, not necessarily who is the most perfect for you.”

“I don’t understand…”

She lifted you face, wiping under your eyes with her thumbs, giving you a smile.

“Your soulmate isn’t the person who you’ll never fight with, nor the person who is your equal in every way. Your soulmate is the one who holds your heart, flaws and all. It is the person willing to go through the hardships with you, the heartbreak, the sadness, the tensions, the anger, and be willing to fix it and continue on with you. The one willing to grow with you. They’re there with you anyways, loving you through all that pain; just to one day be granted with sunny skies and a heart full of love.”

You think back to all the interactions you’ve had with Bakugou, how tensions were always high with the explosive teen. He was a hothead, arrogant, rude, cruel, and had plenty of negatives. But he had good qualities, that you knew for sure; he was caring in his own way, he was strong, determined, wise, faithful, and so much more.

Yet he wouldn’t be him if he had one set of traits and not the other, a Bakugou with no heart, or a Bakugou with no soul wouldn’t be him at all. He needed them all, the good and the bad.

You liked him despite it all, even though you wanted to push it away, you knew you couldn’t have had a better partner in life.

“Do you understand now, sweetie?”

You look into her eyes, glancing at the tombstone, your heavy heart feeling lighter.

“Yea, yea I do. Thanks mom… Dad.”

____

It was dark by the time you had returned to the dorms, opening up the door you were surprised to see people in the common room. Heads turn and you feel embarrassed at the attention, removing your shoes you adorn your slippers and walk further inside.

“(y/n)! Where have you been!” Mina rushed over, throwing her arms around you.

You felt terrible, knowing you hadn’t made the last few days easy on her. She didn’t ask questions, she didn't push or pry, but you knew she wanted to. Of course she did, you had gone crazy momentarily after finding out your soulmate was your crush, and had then shut her out for days after before randomly disappearing.

“Hey, sorry. I needed to do something.”

“That lasted all day?” Kaminari questioned, standing behind Mina as she held onto you tightly, not letting go.

“Yea. I didn’t have time to tell anyone, you were all still asleep.”

“So you ran away like a thief in the night, huh? Pretty bold of you to do, (l/n).” Sero snickered, his large hand patting the top of your head.

You swipe his hand away, grinning nonetheless.

“More like an early bird, since it was in the morning dorks.”

You pull Mina away from you, giving her a tired smile.

“I promise we’ll talk later, for now, I want to go to bed.”

She reluctantly let you go, knowing she could trust you but wanting to be there as a comfort.

You bid a goodnight to your friends and sluggishly make your way to your floor. You turn down your hall, yawning and stretching as you do, distracted enough to not notice the body in front of your door till you rammed into them.

You back up, rubbing your nose while looking up to see-

“Bakugou?”

“Tch, where’ve you been.”

You were surprised to see him outside your door, with the fight not even a day old yet. Your mother's words were echoing in your mind, making you bite back a smile;

“Your soulmate is the one who holds your heart, flaws and all. It is the person willing to go through the hardships with you, the heartbreak, the sadness, the tensions, the anger, and be willing to fix it and continue on with you. The one willing to grow with you. They’re there with you anyways, loving you through all that pain; just to one day be granted with sunny skies and a heart full of love.”

And here he was, trying.

“I was visiting my father.”

He kept quiet after that, knowing the circumstances.

“It’s the anniversary of his death, every year my mother tries to make me go with her, and I never do. She puts in a request to get me out of school anyways, and I don’t remember the last time I went.”  

You walk around him, opening your door and walking inside. You don’t have to tell Bakugou anything, he’s already walking in and sitting down next to you on the bed.

“Why did you go today then.”

“I needed to know.”

“Know what?” He raised his brow questioningly.

“Know if this could work.” You motioned between the two of you.

“(y/n)-”

“Let me finish,” you interrupt him, taking a deep breath before looking at him in the eyes, “My parents never got along, even though they were soulmates. It was hard for me to experience that first hand. I haven’t gotten over it, and it still haunts me to this day. It scares me, I thought if I ever met my soulmate, it would be the universe punishing me and I’d end up just like my parents. Or what would happen if I was cursed even more and ended up with someone the complete opposite of me. How would I love them? This perfect other business scared me, and I didn’t want anyone to decide my future.”

“But my mom told me that it doesn’t have to be someone perfect, just someone willing to be there with you, no matter what. And I think I can do that… I can do that with you, Katsuki.”

“Idiot.”

“Hah? What am I an idiot for-”

You were cut off as Bakugou pulled you in  for a hug. Your face buzzed with embarrassment as his arms circled your waist, your own pinned between the both of you.

“Again, I don’t care about all that soulmate crap. But I guess the way your mom explained it was pretty damn good. I like you for who you are, and nothing else. No mark, no stupid fucking deity shitface can make me think otherwise. Even if you weren’t my soulmate, I’d still fucking fall for you because you’re (/n), and that’s all that matters dammit.”

You tear up, clinging onto the collar of his hoodie while he continues to hold you. It may be a bumpy ride, but you’re willing to ride it out with him.

“Ne, Katsuki, let’s do it.”

“Wh-what the hell are you saying!?” He pushed you away from his body, face flushed a bright red.

You tilt your head on confusion, taking off your sweatshirt.

“OI FUCKING IDIOT WAIT-”

“What?”

You reveal your tank top underneath, soul mark showing proudly on your right shoulder.

“Take yours off, let’s do it. Let’s combine them.”

The shuddering sigh of relief that escaped his lips baffled you, before a sly grin crossed your face.

“Katsuki, you pervert, what were you thinking?”

“N-nothing stupid,” huffing, he say back and unzipped his hoodie, taking it off to reveal a tank top of his own. You stare at his mark, being this close you could see every single matching detail. It was almost like looking into a mirror.

“We don’t have to do this if you don't want to.” He said seriously, staring at you to see if your body language would give out an answer.

“I want to, Katsuki.”

He smiled, and you did a double-take. It was small, nothing fancy or over-the-top like normal, but it was a real and genuine smile.

“What are you smiling for?”

“I like it when you call me Katsuki.”

“Good, cause you better get used to it.”

You chuckled before turning around, sitting on your bed facing the wall while Katsuki stayed still, letting his legs hang off the side of the bed. Your right shoulders were almost touching, and you both gave each other one look before lightly bumping them together.

It really was as magical as they said, the comforting warmth that spread throughout your body was soothing for the soul-giving you a sense of peace. Then the tickling feeling came, it was a feather light touch on your shoulder as the snake on your shoulder split into two. They were the same in every way, mirror images of one another. They also copied each other's movements, dancing and intertwining together until there were two whole pieces to the puzzle.

You both lean your foreheads together once it’s over, basking in the afterglow of such an intimate act. You both whisper promises of honesty and togetherness, agreeing to not let the fear of soulmates interfere with their relationship;

“Because you’re you no matter what, got that? I only want you.”

“I don’t think you’ll ever let me forget it. Thank you, Katsuki.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

3. Sweets for OT4 because Barclay making sweet things for his polycule is the soft that I need! Sfw, with mer Duck and Joseph?

Here it is! Joseph’s design is based on a Spotted Drum, Duck’s on a Mahi-Mahi.

Most days, Barclay’s house resembles a cookbook library. Today, it looks like a cookbook library that got hit by a catastrophic earthquake.

His goal is to find three perfect recipes to bring to the beach with him tonight, but he keeps changing his mind; whenever he settles on a menu, he turns the page or turns around and finds another contender staring at him from its glossy photo.

Indrid is the simplest; he likes sweet food in all his forms, though he’ll make concessions to the rest of the tastes from time to time. It was one such concession (to sour) that first introduced them. Indrid was shooting a fashion spread in town and came into Amnesty Lodge, where Barclay was working the counter at their little coffee bar. 

“I suppose I should get a slice of the key lime pie, since we’re in the keys.”

Barclay cut him a generous slice because he liked the curve of his smile. Indrid sat at the counter, took a bite, took a second bite, and then ate so fast his fork was a silver blur. He licked his plate clean when he thought Barclay wasn’t looking. There was a dot of whipped cream on his nose that Barclay almost offered to kiss off. But he exercised restraint and gave him a napkin instead.

Indrid came back the next day, and the next, and the day after that too. When Barclay asked how long the shoot was, Indrid admitted it was done three days ago.

“I, ah, I’ve been coming down from the city just for your food.”

“That’s the best compliment anyone’s ever given me.” Barclay leans across the counter, smiling when he spots Indrid’s eyes giving him a once over from behind his red-lensed glasses.

“May I have the chance to pay you some more? Perhaps tonight if you’re free? 

He was, and Indrid complimented him before, after, and during the night they spent together. Barclay would have been fine with a one-night stand, let the memory of Indrid’s tan, angular body under his hands carry him for the next few months. But the photographer came back at least three times a week and took Barclay out as much as possible. He learned Indrid was a big enough deal that he could pick and choose assignments and that he traveled often, but the longer they were together, the more he talked about moving his headquarters to Kepler.

Two years later, his office and studio are ten minutes from the apartment he and Barclay share. When he’s in town, he’s glued to Barclays side.When he travels, Barclay gets postcards signed with hearts or filled with sketches of what Indrid’s seen (and he always comes home laden with local delicacies for Barclay to try).

Wait, what were those hard candies he brought back and then ate all of? Yeah, that will work. Barclay checks to be sure he has heavy cream and makes a note to get pineapple from the grocery store. He’d hoped to avoid a trip out, but Indrid is worth it. Indrid is one of the best things to ever happen to him. 

He’s also the reason Barclay has to find three recipes and not just one.

A year ago Indrid was location scouting for a dramatic oceanside shoot. On a remote outcropping, waves splashing around him, a man popped up from the water to ask what the hell he was doing so far out and didn’t he know the tide overtook this rock real quick?

Indrid, a little strange himself, recovered quickly from being scolded  by a merman. And promptly asked if merman would like to pose for a portrait. If not, would he be able to show Indrid some good locations for photographing rays?

Duck, green-finned and strong, became Indrid’s guide to the reef. It didn’t take long before Barclay noticed Indrid getting dreamy-eyed when he recounted their adventures. Maybe he should have been jealous, but he was just happy his boyfriend found a hunky merman to show him the wonders of the sea.

These days, he considers Duck one of his best friends, a friend who also happens to make Indrid’s face light up like the Vegas strip whenever he smiles at him. 

Duck’s palate tends towards the savory side, and on days when he needs a pick-me-up Barclay will bring him a travel bowl of french onion soup and a hard seltzer, the two of them sitting on the sand and comparing notes on troublesome customers (or, in Duck’s case, park guests in the aquatic campground on the far edge of the reef. 

Actually, that gives Barclay an idea. He grabs the flour from the cupboard, sets it next to the jar of yeast and a bottle of wheat beer. They may be metamours and not partners but, as Barclay often jokes, he owes Duck big time. 

See, shortly after meeting Duck, Indrid guided Barclay down to a hidden patch of beach. 

“I want Duck to meet you, dearest. He also has someone he wishes to introduce to us.”

Duck barely had time to emerge before another merman pulled himself onto the beach and began asking questions. 

“See, this is why I asked him to come. Joe’s fascinated by the human world. Even swam under a glass bottom boat tryin to get a look at some tourists. Which was real dangerous.”

“You didn’t seem to mind  disciplining me for it” Joseph shoots a smile at the other mer, then continues his examination of Indrid’s camera.

With black hair, blue eyes, and a stunning white and black tail, Joseph is the most handsome man Barclay’d ever seen. Later, when he had to explain the fact he was attracted to both him and Indrid, he’d say that the difference in his boyfriends was like the difference between being fed by a classically trained French chef and Spanish chef pushing the boundaries of molecular gastronomy; radically different, but equally amazing.

Joseph, inquisitive and clever, began asking to see them whenever he could. Barclay started bringing food down for Joseph to try, played him movies on his phone, and fell harder for him whenever he laughed or smiled or made a bad pun. 

Some nights Duck, Indrid, or both joined them. Other nights it was just the two of them and water, Joseph lazily waving his tail back and forth as they talked. One evening, he dragged it across Barclay’s legs by accident and the human wasn’t quick enough in hiding his reaction.

“Should I do that again?”

“S-sure.” 

“Can I kiss you at the same time?”

“Yes! No, fuck, wait we, we need to talk to Indrid and Duck about this.”

“I suspect they won’t mind, but you’re right. We’ll take a rain check, big guy. And please pass me that cake.”

In addition to his other good qualities, Joseph has the most sophisticated palates of anyone, mer or human, Barclay knows. As in he can taste the notes of blackberry or chocolate that a wine label insists are there but Barclay can only sort of get a hint of. Barclay once bought him a sampler box of expensive wines, cooked oysters over a driftwood fire, and hand fed both to Joseph as he moaned and wiggled with delight, outlining in no uncertain terms what he’d do for Barclay as a thank you.

(He still can’t look at a bottle of white wine without blushing)

That means Barclay has to make something that's as sweet and sophisticated as the mer himself. Ripe peaches tickle his nose. He grabs his copy of Dessert for All Seasons, flipping to summer with a smile. 

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“Okay, so” Barclay sets the bags down on the picnic blanket, “I, uh, I decided making one sweet thing wasn’t enough. I know that’s kinda silly but you three are so fucking important to me I wanted to do this right.”

“Doubt you’ll get any complaints from mr. sweet tooth.” Duck smirks. Indrid, lounging in linen shorts a moth patterned Hawaiin shirt, sticks his tongue out. The mer just blows him a kiss in response. 

“And there’s no need to apologize for being thoughtful.” Joseph drapes his tail over Ducks, “it’s one of your best traits.”

“Thanks, babe. Uh, so, Indrid, this is for you.” He lifts the pie plate from the ice chest, “it’s pineapple cream with vanilla whipped cream on top.”

“I love you.” Indrid takes the dish with wide-eyed appreciation. 

“Duck, these are for you.”

“Oh hell yeah, pretzels. Wait, is this-”

“French onion soup dip? Yep.”

“I’m gonna eat the hell outta this.”

“And, uh” he slides the cake carrier towards Joseph, “I found a recipe for a peaches and cream Prosecco cake. Hope you like it.” 

Joseph lifts the lid, licks his lips, then pushes the carrier into the center of blanket so he can roll and put his head in Barclay’s lap.

“You’re the best.”

“Indeed. Which is why we have something for you as well.” Indrid stands, stepping over Duck and then eeping when the mer gently whacks his ass with his tail. When he returns (stopping to bend down a pinch the sensitive upper back of said tail), it’s with the cake carrier Barclay looked everywhere for earlier today.

Beneath the pink plastic lid is a cake coated in milk chocolate frosting.

“‘Drid said this was the one you made yourself for your birthday.” 

“Oh fuck, the chocolate malt one?”

“The very same. We had to get a bit creative cooking it; Joseph suggested making the layers  in cast iron over a fire, which worked well. After all, we didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

The frosting message of “happy one year anniversary” gets a little blurry, and he wipes his eyes, “this is so fucking sweet, you guys.”

“You deserve it.” Joseph kisses his hand as Indrid rests his head on his shoulder, Duck scooching over to lay across Indrid’s lap. 

Barclay smiles, “We all do.”

[freddiefcknmercury]

A Promise(part 2)- Crimson & Clover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(Black coded/Genderless)

Word Count: 2.7+

Warnings/Disclaimer: SMUT. ANGST. cursing. mild depression/heart-ache. etc etc. if something needs to be tagged please lemme know.

A/N: LOL I'm back on my bullshit yall. heavy angst/depression from the previous Steve centered storyline so if you haven't read "You really think I didn't know?" I'll do some magic linky links here and at the bottom just in case. Also I'm trying something kinda different with the way I post the fics so feedback is welcome.

ALSO this one comes with a tiny playlist! there are Bolded lyrics throughout if you want to get a deeper sense of where I was emotionally writing this and where reader is as well you can Def give these songs a listen, they are in order of appearance:

Crimson & Clover- Tommy James & The Shondells

Every Time I Breathe- Arlissa

Navy Blue - Hasani

Summary: Bucky takes an extended leave for "work" related reasons and reader slips back into some dark places in his absence...

~*As always, be Nice to me I’m Delicate*~

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He said he might be gone most of the week. Sam called the day before and all you know is it's something important. He didn't go into detail, just packed a bag and you'd never seen him do that before. But he was also only gone a day or two at a time and never felt the need to tell you about it before now either.

Up until recently you'd tip-toe around each other. Not like you used to with Steve though, worse. Bucky is a lot better at making sure you don't know he's there until it's too late. It felt like you'd never get used to each other, or more likely that you'd never want to. You might've still been secretly hoping that he'd stop caring and go away... after a while you got tired of your own bullshit and realized he's giving off that vibe on purpose. Wordlessly telling you how you should feel about him, not wanting to get too close. You never much liked being told what to do.

It was only about two months before you became a Barnes' expert. You'd sit up at night listening intently for when he'd shower, get in bed, or wake up. He never slept more than five maybe six hours at a time, you'll never understand how he can function like that. You know how he likes his coffee, which angle he holds his cup. How and where he takes off his shoes, how much ice he puts in a drink, the way he likes to cut his toast, and what time he has to do all of it. There's an almost unnerving pattern to him, one that's always been there and you were just unwilling to notice for so long, and you're not sure if he's even aware of it.

You woke up to him already gone. You knew he was leaving but actually being left alone like that unsettled you more than you anticipated, a serious case of Deja vu. You went into your routine like normal, because everything still was, but by the fifth day... you stepped into the front room and got that empty feeling. One you hadn't really had since...

It stopped you for a few seconds longer than you liked and a large knot formed in your stomach. You spent the whole day trying to ignore the feeling but it only got worse. Like a hunger pain but much more vague, crawling through each muscle. You'd catch yourself staring at his room, Bucky's room but also... Steve's. It's the first time you let yourself admit to him fully crossing your mind in over a year.

You laid up in bed, trying to count the metaphorical sheep to no avail. Getting up thinking that a snack or a warm drink will stop the restlessness, you pause in the tiny hallway shared by your bedrooms. The low blue light from the moon outside dustily illuminating the space through  a cloudy bathroom window. You stare at the door like any second he's going to ask what you're doing up so late and you can tell him to mind his own business while pouring two cups of tea.

You just wanted to touch the knob; turn it to make sure it still works- that you're still "allowed in there if you want". But stepping inside was too far, an invasion of Bucky's privacy, and you felt it. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed to know.

They were definitely cut from the same cloth. Sparse furnishings and no decorations, save a few very small trinkets he'd held onto from who knows where. There is exactly one row on his bookshelf filled with composition notebooks that were beat to hell and back. Sticky notes lined the edge of most of the pages, so much so that they easily could've been mistaken for feathers on a quick glance. You dare not touch them. Observing someone with a past that checkered is very different to reading into the things they deem worthy of physically writing down.

Where Steve used to leave small drawings and notes Bucky left half empty ink pens and a few well used pairs of gloves. You saunter to the far corner of the room and caress a worn leather jacket hanging precariously on the lowest peg of a coat rack. Doing a slow sweep of the space something in the otherwise barren closet catches your eye. The knot in your stomach that had almost disappeared was back and it brought friends. Your shirt. His shirt. The big one that said BROOKLYN across the front, what you didn't know was your "going away gift." The one you balled up and shoved in the top corner of his closet, at the time hoping you'd never look at it again. You're amazed that it's still here, that Bucky hadn't tossed it out or tried to give it back to you when he moved in.

So you put it on. You're still not sure why but you needed to wear it. To feel it drape over your skin, enveloping you in warmth and that beautiful clean familiar scent you... loved once. It sent a shiver down your spine. The knots in your stomach were gone but now there's one in your throat. You can feel the tears seated right behind your eyes. You sit on the bed holding your face pleading with the water to stay put but it's too late. You miss him. You hate to admit it, but it's true and it always has been. You're angry and you should be, you loved him- you thought he might've loved you. Pulling the hem of the shirt up you wipe the tears off your face and fall into a pillow, trying to calm yourself out of your rage unintentionally drifting into sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of music in the kitchen.

...Ah, now I don't hardly know her, but I think I could love her...

You sit up quickly checking your phone: 11:34am. You'd fallen asleep in Bucky's room, in his bed. A blanket had been placed over you and a short scan of the room returned a brown leather duffel bag and set of black boots that weren't present last night. He'd come back early this morning and found you here. You can feel your heart fall straight out of your ass, the void that was left being filled with pure embarrassment. Is he angry? He did tuck you in...

As slowly and quietly as possible you make your way towards the door, poking your head out just enough to assess the situation. You can see his back in the kitchen, he's hovering over the sink. You notice the couch, the spare blanket and pillow from the bathroom closet folded neatly on one of the arm rests, he had to sleep there. The void gets deeper. You pull the door open just enough to slip out of and there's a quiet creak. Steve never did fix that, and you just figured out why.

Bucky didn't turn around but definitely noticed. He steps to the side, now in front of the stove and you here something crack and sizzle. You're not sure what to do here. You can try to apologies and explain but there's no un-embarrassing way out of this one. You fold your arms over your stomach trying to hold all your very delicate pieces together while you attempt to speak up. Finally reaching the bar and fully prepared to say good morning when he quickly sets a hot bowl down in front of you. White rice and a fried egg- runny yolk. You'd make it for breakfast when you'd get up early or couldn't sleep, a friend from school put you on to it. Looks like he's been studying you too. You make eye contact but, just briefly. From what little of the expression you get on his face nothing indicates that he's mad. But he hasn't said anything to the contrary either.

How was your trip?  Dangerous I bet-sorry you couldn't come home and sleep in your own goddamn bed! Oh?! AND you made me breakfast!

You feel like a crazy person.

"Comfy last night?"

He's pouring himself some coffee, not yet turning your way. There's no hostility in his voice.

You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah.. sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He sets a small glass of juice down in front of you. Heavy eye contact this time, but his expression is soft. He didn't ask for an explanation and you really didn't want to give him one. But you still feel guilt looming over you. You take the glass in both hands and nurse it.

He nods at you with a squint, taking a big sip of coffee.

"If I knew that was yours I would've given it back."

The shirt. You forgot you actually put it on. You hold your breath stroking the fabric gently. Contemplating your next words.

"It's not- well, not really."

He raises an eyebrow.

"It was a gift, so I guess it does belong to me..."

Glancing back down at it you can see him realize it says "Brooklyn." His expression changes to a knowing one and it reads like regret but he quickly tries to box it back up for you. This is a new move for him.

There's a much longer pause in conversation than either of you would like before he shifts his weight awkwardly.

"Sorry."

You push glass, now empty back across the bar towards him.

"Don't worry about it-"

You swivel in your seat quickly, taking your bowl and getting up to leave. He steps out from the kitchen after you.

"Thanks for breakfast."

The tears had been welling up and started to pour over as you left. You're still in no state to pretend to be a functioning person right now. Trying to save him from your ugly cry face by escaping but he grabs your shoulder gently suggesting you backwards.

You cover your mouth to hush a sob. You can see your chest start heave but there's nothing you can do to stop yourself. He grabs the bowl setting it down carefully, then you feel a warm metal sensation squeezing the back of your neck.

"You don't have to be over it."

He's been back a couple hours and already knows you're still a mess. You scoff, laughing at yourself really.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

He whispered back quickly, exasperated, but tender.

You sniffle; pathetic.

"That's not how it feels."

"He fucked up. He just doesn't know it."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his embrace.

It's nice to feel another person. A real solid human being; you can't remember the last time you hugged someone like this. You turn in his arms to face him. He looks tired. Not just 'had-to-sleep-on-an-old-couch' tired. Emotionally repressed. Maybe he has actually wanted to talk to you. He pulls you into him, it's just a hug  but it almost hurt how sweet this was.

Then a thought came to you, not really sure how, you can't handle more rejection right now; but you kissed him anyway, hard. Like him being gone almost killed you- because it did. He pulls away from you, just a little, reading your face his own expressionless. You search his eyes for any kind of hint as to what's going on inside his mind. You're not ready to admit this was a mistake yet. There's no real way to know how long you stood there like that. You only dare to move after you hear the song change in the background.

Words... thought they just fade away

but hurt... gave them a place to stay

"Do something."

You were sure it was just in your head but it creaked out past your lips in less than a whisper, pleading with him.

He covered your mouth with his, smoothing both hands down your neck to your shoulders gripping them gently, intently. You cling to his waist almost afraid to explore anywhere else, then slowly drag nails along his back. He pulls you back into him, you want to fuse with the warmth radiating off of his body, he bends and you collide onto the floor with a muffled thud. He cradles your head quickly so you don't get hurt but you wouldn't care at this point.

The way you fit into each other is unnerving, like your bodies weren't meant for anybody else. You both scramble to undress him in between breathy wet kisses and he's... magnificent. He pulls off his shirt and you swiftly run fingers from his neck down each arm. The metal one is warm, this surprises you for some reason. You watch as each "muscle" dances at your touch and you catch a small glimpse of something on his face that resembles insecurity... or fear. He shelves it quickly in response to you bucking your hips up to dismiss your underwear.

He buries his face in your neck, warm breaths ghosting your skin. Hooking his hands behind your knees he hoists your legs up around his waist. He bites down gently and you gasp. It's too much. He's everywhere, all at once. The last person to touch you event remotely close to this was-

"...Steve."

It just came out, you almost didn't notice it. Bucky stops, pulling back and away. He scans you, a pitiful, panting mess on the floor. The most vulnerable you've probably ever been and definitely in front of him. He shakes his head slowly once, chest heaving.

"No."

Knots line your stomach once again. He grabs your wrist to hold your arms in place up above your head and presses his forehead against yours.

"Look at me."

You hold eye contact there for a solid minute, you're sure of it. He leans forward delicately dragging teeth against your ear.

"You're gonna keep saying it until you can't forget."

He drops his hips and lines up with your entrance. You feel a thick wash of euphoria from the pressure, throwing your head back as much as possible given the floor. You roll your hips along to his, cradling each other perfectly.

His eyes didn't leave your face until you both feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Oh Bucky."

The only words you can remember.

You feel every stroke hasten and all his muscles tighten each time his name falls from your lips. He pulls your shirt up to your neck looking to spatter kisses and bite marks across your torso. You futilely dig one set of nails into the floor and the other in his shoulder as he hungrily growls into your stomach, cursing, longing for mercy.

"Fuck."

You pull him back up to your face demanding his tongue. You hear the floorboard creek from the pressure of a metal hand, the flesh one surely bruising your hip by now. There's a deep enduring moan from the back of his throat as he finds his release inside you. You gasp at the sensation and you both pant into each other, nothing but a mess on the floor now.

He presses a long, firm kiss into the bridge of your nose then falls gently on his back beside you. You roll your head up to look at his face, whatever it is he's feeling isn't immediately obvious as he stares up at the ceiling. You shift onto your side placing a light, cautious hand on his chest and he glances over at you, reaching to squeeze your thigh reassuringly.

The sky is Navy Blue soon to be baby blue and baby you got nothing but time...

He looks over your face in a deep sigh before retiring his gaze to the ceiling.

"I don't know him... The guy that left you like that."

You watch intently has his jaw clenched, he's never been able to hide that bit very well.

"I don't know what kind of..."

He trails off, clearly upset.

You sigh deeply.

"I was gonna die that night."

He rolls his head back to look at you.

"The day I met him? I had pretty much made up my mind."

You start to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Almost reminiscent.

"But he found me in the staircase..."

You hate how subtly he did some things. If you weren't lying next to him. There's no way you'd ever be able to tell his breathing had changed.

"Essentially-"

You pick your head up, chin on his sternum.

"He saved my life."

You state matter of factually. You watch his body relax in a short, bitter way.

He rolls his head over just enough to look you in the eyes. You kiss his chest once tenderly before moving to stand up. You extend a hand down for him to grab.

"That isn't good for your back."

"You really think I didn't know?" Part1