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Wait and Hope. Pt 2 | N.R

Warnings: gun shots, blood, gore 'traumatized' children, just angst

Word Count: 9,8k

A/n: Okay, it's a lot..The Request you can find here.

The first few weeks after Lila, Jacob, and Mia moved in were an emotional whirlwind. Mia adapted quickly, her boundless energy and cheerful nature filling the house with light. She often clung to you and Natasha, seeking your warmth and affection, while Jacob remained quieter, but slowly began to open up. But Lila..Lila was different. You and Natasha had expected some challenges. Lila was, after all, fifteen and had been through more than any teenager should. But as the days turned into weeks, it became clear that Lila's walls were still firmly in place, and she wasn't ready to tear them down anytime soon.

Natasha, who had taken on the role of disciplinarian, had set clear boundaries from the start. She was strict but fair, and the kids quickly learned that pushing those boundaries or talking back wouldn't get them very far. Lila start to respect Natasha, yet there was still a certain distance, an unspoken agreement that Natasha wouldn't push too hard as long as Lila didn't push back. But you..you were also different. You were the heart of the family, always warm, always understanding, always trying to reach Lila with kindness and patience. And that's where the problems began. Lila wasn't ready for that kind of affection, not from someone she still saw as a stranger, and her rejection often manifested in anger. It had been a long day, filled with the usual ups and downs of settling into a new routine.

Natasha had just returned from work and found you in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The tension in the air was palpable, and Natasha could sense that something was wrong. "What happened?" Natasha asked gently, stepping beside you and placing a hand on your back. You sighed, your shoulders sagging slightly. "Lila and I had another argument.." you admitted, your voice tinged with frustration and sadness. "She shut me out again, and when I tried to talk to her about it, she just..exploded." Natasha frowned, her protective instincts kicking in. "What did she say?"

You hesitated, clearly reluctant to relive the exchange. "She told me to stop pretending I care, that I'm not her real mother, and that I don't understand anything she's been through." you said quietly, your voice cracking slightly. Natasha's heart ached for you, knowing how hard you had been trying to connect with Lila. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry, Detka.." Natasha murmured, her voice filled with empathy. "Lila's hurting, and she's taking it out on you because she doesn't know how else to cope."

"I know." you whispered as you leaned into Natasha's embrace. "But it's so hard, Nat. I just want her to see that we love her and that we're here for her. But no matter what I do, it feels like I can't get through to her." Natasha tightened her embrace, her heart breaking for the woman she loved. "You're doing everything right." she said gently. "It's just going to take time. Lila's been through a lot, and she's scared. She's not used to people being kind to her without expecting something in return."

You nodded as you tried to hold back your tears. "I'm so proud that the kids are bonding with you, especially since you were the one who was most worried about it. But..I can't help feeling like I'm failing somehow." Natasha pulled back slightly, cupping your face in her hands and looking into your eyes with unwavering love. "You're not failing." she said firmly. "You're the heart of this family, Y/n. The kids are struggling right now, but they will open up. And when they do, it will be because you never stopped believing in them."

You sniffled, a small, sad smile tugging at your lips. "I hope so." you whispered. "I really hope so." At that moment, you both heard a door slam upstairs, followed by the sound of quick, stomping footsteps in the hallway. Natasha sighed, knowing that Lila was in one of her moods again. She pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "I'll go talk to her." Natasha said gently. "You can finish up here, okay?" You nodded, grateful for Natasha's support. "Thank you." you whispered. Natasha gave you a reassuring smile before heading upstairs. She found Lila in her room, sitting on her bed with her arms crossed, her expression set in a defiant scowl. “Hey..” Natasha said, her voice calm but firm. “We need to talk.” Lila looked up, her eyes flashing with anger. “What?” she snapped. “What now?”

Natasha wasn’t fazed by Lila’s hostility. “You need to stop taking your anger out on Y/n.” she said, her tone measured. “I know you’re going through a lot, and I know you’re hurting, but she is trying to help you. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.” Lila’s expression faltered for a moment, a fleeting look of guilt crossing her face before it hardened again. “I didn’t ask for her help.” Lila muttered, her voice full of bitterness. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“I know.” Natasha responded, her voice softening. “But this is your reality now. We are your family, and we’re here for you, whether you like it or not. Y/n cares about you, and she’s trying so hard to make this work. You need to meet her halfway.” Lila looked away, her jaw clenched tightly. “I don’t need a new family.” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Natasha sighed, feeling the weight of Lila’s pain. “Maybe not.” she said quietly. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you have one now. And part of that family is Y/n. She’s not trying to replace anyone in your life, she just wants to be there for you.” Lila didn’t respond, but Natasha could see the inner conflict in her eyes. She was struggling, torn between her fear of being hurt again and her deep, unspoken desire for closeness.

“I’m not asking you to change overnight.” Natasha continued, her voice gentle. “But I’m asking you to try. Give her a chance. She’s not going away, and neither am I.” Lila’s shoulders slumped slightly, the fight gradually leaving her. She said nothing, but Natasha knew the message had been received. It would take time, but Natasha was willing to wait, to keep pushing until Lila was ready to let them in.

“Okay.” Natasha said softly as she slowly moved toward the door. “Take some time to cool off. We’ll talk later.” She left Lila’s room, her heart heavy from the weight of the conversation. She knew this wasn’t the end of the struggle, but she hoped it was a step in the right direction.

When Natasha returned to the kitchen, you were setting the table for dinner, your expression a mixture of sadness and determination. Natasha walked up to you, wrapped her arms around your waist, and rested her chin on your shoulder. “How did it go?” you asked quietly as you leaned into Natasha’s embrace. “It went as well as it could.” Natasha replied, her voice filled with quiet confidence. “She’s still hurting, but I think she’s starting to understand that we’re not going to give up.”

You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment. “I just wish I knew how to help her.” you murmured. “You’re already helping her.” Natasha said gently. “Just by being here, by being patient, by showing her love even when she pushes you away. It’s not easy, but you’re doing exactly what she needs.”

You nodded, your heart still heavy, but you felt a renewed sense of determination rising within you. “I’m not going to give up..” you whispered. “I won’t give up on any of them.” Natasha smiled, kissed your cheek. “And neither will I.” she said softly. “We’re in this together, Y/n. We’ll make it through, one day at a time.”

Months passed and Mia had quickly settled in, her cheerful nature and boundless energy bringing a light into the house that you and Natasha greatly appreciated. Jacob, though quieter, had also begun to open up and was gradually finding his place in the family. Since you allowed him to buy his own things, you both stumbled over piles of books every day,. But Lila? She was still struggling. The walls she had built around herself remained firmly in place, and despite all of your and Natasha’s efforts, she seemed determined to keep you both at a distance. It was a constant source of tension in the house, especially between Lila and you, as you bore the brunt of Lila’s anger and frustration.

One evening, Natasha was in the kitchen preparing dinner, while you were just on your way to join her. Mia was sitting at the table, doodling on a piece of paper, and Jacob was nearby, quietly reading a book. The atmosphere was calm, a peaceful routine that you had worked hard to establish. As Natasha stirred a pot on the stove, she heard Mia’s small, sweet voice call out, “Mommy, can you help me with this?”

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat, her hand pausing mid-motion. She turned to see Mia holding up her pencil with a confused expression, waiting for Natasha to come over. It took Natasha a moment to process what she had just heard. Mommy..Mia had called her mommy! The word hit Natasha like a wave, the weight of it filling her chest with a mix of emotions she wasn’t prepared for. She had been so focused on making sure the kids felt safe and loved that she hadn’t expected this moment hadn’t expected one of the children to call her by that name.

“Mommy?” Mia repeated, looking up at Natasha with wide, innocent eyes. Natasha blinked, quickly collecting herself and forcing a smile. “Of course, sweetheart..” she said, trying to keep her voice steady as she walked over to the table. She crouched down next to Mia and helped her with the drawing, but her mind was spinning, her heart filled with a mixture of joy and vulnerability.

You noticed the change in Natasha’s demeanor, how her eyes were a little brighter than usual, and you knew what had happened. You reached out, placing a comforting hand on Natasha’s arm and giving her an encouraging smile. Both of you had been waiting for this moment, and now that it had come, it was as overwhelming as it was beautiful. But the quiet joy of the moment didn’t last long. As Natasha returned to the stove, she heard the front door slam shut. Her heart sank, knowing that could only mean one thing. Lila was home.

You sighed, your expression growing more serious as you stood up. “Let me handle this.” you said quietly, knowing it would likely lead to another confrontation. Natasha looked at you sympathetically. “Do you want me to come with you?” she offered, knowing how difficult these moments were for you.

But you shook your head, determination in your eyes. “No, I need to do this.” you said gently. “She needs to know that I’m not going anywhere, no matter how much she tries to push me away.” Natasha nodded, watching you with a mix of admiration and concern as you left the kitchen and headed upstairs. She could hear the music blasting from Lila’s room, a clear sign that she was trying to shut out the world.

You knocked on Lila’s door and waited for a response that didn’t come. You took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside. Lila was sitting on her bed, earbuds in, her face set in a grim expression as she stared at her phone. She didn’t even look up as you entered. “Lila.” you began, your voice calm but firm. Lila didn’t react, her fingers angrily tapping on her phone as if to drown out your voice. You moved closer and gently placed a hand on Lila’s shoulder to get her attention.

“Lila, please.” you said, your voice softening. “Can we just talk?” In that moment, Lila exploded. She ripped the earbuds out of her ears and turned to you, her eyes blazing with anger. “leave me alone!” she snapped. “Stop pretending you care because we both know it’s not true!” You recoiled slightly, the words hitting you like a physical blow. But you didn’t back down. You had heard this before, you had felt the sting of Lila’s rejection countless times. But you weren’t going to give up, not now, not ever.

“That’s not true.” you said, your voice trembling but determined. “I care about you. We both do. And I’m not pretending. I want you to feel safe here, to know that this is your home.” Lila scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive posture. “Home? This isn’t my h-home. It’s just another place I’m stuck until you decide you don’t want me anymore..!” Your heart broke at Lila’s words, at the deep-seated pain and mistrust they revealed. You knew Lila had been through so much, that she had every reason to doubt the stability of her situation. But that didn’t make the words any less painful.

“That’s not going to happen.” you said, your voice filled with quiet resolve. “We’re not going to give up on you. No matter how hard it gets, no matter how much you try to push us away, we’re here. And we’re staying.” Lila’s eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising in frustration. “Why? Why do you even care? I’m just a burden to you, right? You’ve already got Jacob and Mia, so why do you even need me?” Lila finished, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

Your eyes filled with tears, but you fought to keep them from falling, refusing to show Lila just how much her words hurt. “Because you’re part of our family!” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “You, Jacob, and Mia, you’re all part of our family, and that means we love you, no matter what.” For a moment, Lila seemed to waver, her anger flickering as she looked into your eyes. But the years of pain and disappointment were too deep, too ingrained. She shook her head, her expression hardening again. “I don’t need your love..” she muttered, turning away from you. “Just leave me alone..please..”

You stood there for a long moment, your heart heavy with the weight of the conversation. You wanted so badly to reach Lila, to break through the walls she had built around herself. But you knew that it wouldn’t happen overnight. It would take time..time, patience, and a love that wouldn’t give up, no matter how much she resisted. Finally, you sighed and took a step back. “Alright.” you said quietly. “I’ll give you some space. But I want you to know that I’m here, whenever you’re ready.”

You turned and left the room, closing the door behind you with a soft click. As you made your way back downstairs, you felt the tears you had been holding back begin to fall. You quickly wiped them away, not wanting to break down in front of the children. When you returned to the kitchen, Natasha was waiting for you, her expression full of concern.

Without a word, she pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as the emotions of the day finally overwhelmed you. “You’re exactly what she needs, you know? She just doesn’t realize it yet. But she will, Y/n. I promise you, she will.” You clung to Natasha, finding strength in the quiet presence of your partner. Despite the challenges, despite the heartache, it was undeniably comforting to know that you weren’t facing this alone. You had each other, and that was enough to keep you going.

As the evening progressed, you both tried to push the tension aside and focus on the positive moments. Dinner passed quietly as Mia and Jacob chatted softly about their day at school. Mia, as always, was full of energy, telling stories about her friends and her new favorite game, while Jacob listened more than he spoke, but with a calmness that reassured you and Natasha that he was finding his way.

Lila, however, remained in her room, the door closed, shutting herself off from the world. Your heart ached every time you glanced down the hallway, wishing you could somehow reach through that door and pull Lila into the warmth of the family. But you knew it wasn’t that simple. Lila needed time, and more importantly, she needed to feel that she could come to you on her own terms.

After dinner, you and Natasha took the younger kids to bed. Mia was eager for her bedtime story, snuggling up to you with her favorite stuffed bear. As you read, her eyes slowly drifted shut, the words of the story lulling her into a peaceful sleep. Natasha tucked Jacob into bed, sitting with him for a few minutes as he quietly told her about a book he was reading. She listened attentively, offering encouragement and gentle advice, her heart swelling with pride as he began to open up more, sharing his thoughts and feelings in small but meaningful ways.

When the children were finally asleep, you and Natasha found yourselves alone in the living room, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of the floorboards or the distant hum of the refrigerator. You sat together on the couch, the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders. Natasha wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. “You’re helping them more than you realize.” she murmured. “Just by being here, by being patient. They been through so much, and they had to protect themselves for so long. And Lila maybe doesn’t know how to let people in, but she will. She’s starting to see that we’re not going anywhere.”

You nodded, though the doubt still lingered in your heart. “I just wish I could do more.” you said quietly. “You’re doing everything you can.” Natasha reassured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And that’s enough. We’ll keep being there for her, for all of them. And one day, Lila will realize that she’s not alone anymore.” You closed your eyes and let yourself relax in Natasha’s embrace. “Thank you.” you whispered, your voice full of gratitude. “For being so strong, for holding us all together.”

Natasha smiled, her heart swelling with love for you. “We hold each other together.” she said gently. “We’re a team, Y/n. And nothing will change that.” As you sat there, wrapped up in each other, the weight of the day began to lift. The challenges you were facing were real, and there would be more difficult days ahead, but there was also hope..hope that your love and determination would be enough to carry you through.

5 months had passed since the Kids had come into your lives, and while some things had improved, others remained heartbreakingly stagnant. Jacob and Lila had gradually opened up to Natasha, and over time, both had begun to call her “Mom.” She had never imagined herself in this role, but now that she heard those words, everything felt so much more real. But you still found yourself on the outside. Mia had also completely bonded with you, with the same boundless affection she always showed. But Jacob and Lila had yet to overcome that final hurdle. They hadn’t opened up to you in the same way they had with Natasha, and every time they called her “Mom” without including you, it chipped away at your heart a little more.

You tried not to let it show, tried to stay strong and hopeful. You knew that these things took time, and you didn’t want to rush them. But as the days turned into weeks, the constant reminder of your position on the sidelines began to wear you down. In this fragile time, you received an unexpected call from Nick. You and Natasha had all but retired from active duty, focusing on raising your new family. You had only agreed to take on missions when absolutely necessary, when no one else could do the job. But this mission was one of those cases. Fury’s voice was firm, almost apologetic, as he explained the situation.

“I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.” Fury said over the secure line. “But this mission requires your particular set of skills. We need both of you.” You and Natasha exchanged a look, both feeling the weight of the request. You had built a new life, a stable life for your children, and the thought of leaving them, even temporarily, felt like tearing apart the foundation you had worked so hard to build.

“We have a family now, Nick.” Natasha said, her voice strained with frustration. “You know that. We can’t just drop everything and go on a mission.”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t critical, Natasha.” Fury responded, his tone serious. “I know this is hard, but you’re the best we have for this job. If there were another way, I’d take it.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, the pressure of the situation bearing down on you. You had always known that this was a possibility, that your previous lives as Avengers could come back at any time. But now, with your family still so fragile, it felt like the worst possible timing. “How long?” you asked, your voice tense with emotion.

“Two days.” Fury replied. “We’ll have everything you need at the Compound. The kids will be safe and well taken care of.”

After a tense moment of silence, Natasha finally spoke. "We need to talk to the kids about this." she said, her voice resigned. "But we’ll do it." You looked at Natasha, the silent communication between you carrying the weight of your decision. You didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to leave your children, especially not when things were still so uncertain. But you also understood your responsibility, the trust Fury had placed in you, and the greater good you had always fought for.

That evening, the family gathered around the dinner table, the usual chatter quieter than normal. The weight of the day hung in the air, and even Mia seemed to sense that something was different. You cleared your throat and exchanged a glance with Natasha before speaking. "Kids, we need to talk to you about something important."

Mia’s eyes lit up with curiosity, while Jacob and Lila looked up from their plates, their expressions more guarded. "We got a call today from work." Natasha continued, her voice calm but tinged with a slight hesitancy. "There are some things we need to take care of." Mia’s excitement was immediate. "Are we coming too?" she asked, her voice filled with childlike wonder.

Natasha smiled gently and shook her head. "Not quite. You will come to work with us, yes. But we have to do the rest ourselves. You’ll stay there while we’re away, and we’ll be back as soon as we can." Jacob’s face brightened at the mention of the Avengers Compound. "Will we see the Avengers? The compound?!"

Natasha nodded, her heart aching at the thought of leaving them behind. "Yes," she said. "and we’ll make sure you’re safe and well taken care of while we’re gone." But Lila’s reaction was immediate and hostile. Her fork clattered against the plate as she dropped it, and her expression hardened. "So you’re just going to leave us there?" she snapped, her voice filled with anger and fear. "What if you don’t come back? What if this is just another way to get rid of us?"

Your heart sank at Lila’s words, the familiar sting of her mistrust cutting deep. "Lila, that’s not true." you said gently, trying to keep your voice steady. "This is just for the mission. We will come back, I promise you." But Lila wasn’t having it. She pushed her chair back and stood up, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and betrayal. "That’s what you say now, but how do I know it’s true? You’re just like everyone else! Making promises you can’t keep."

Natasha reached out to Lila, her voice firm but gentle. "Lila, listen to me. We’re not like the people you’ve known before. We’re not going to leave you. This mission is something we have to do, but it’s just for two days. We will come back." Lila’s gaze fixed on Natasha, and for a moment, there was a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. When she finally did, her voice was quiet, almost trembling. "Mum, I don’t want you to go.."

The word hit Natasha like a blow to the chest. Lila had called her that a few times before, but the way she said it now, with such raw emotion, nearly broke her heart. Natasha wanted to hold her, to promise her that everything would be okay, but she knew it wasn’t that simple. You, standing beside Natasha, felt a sharp pang of pain. Lila had called Natasha "Mum" with such sincerity, and yet there was still a distance between her and you, a barrier that hadn’t been broken.

"We’ll come back, Lila." Natasha repeated, her voice firm but filled with emotion. "I promise you, we will come back." But Lila’s anger flared up again, defensive and protective of the wounds she still carried. "Promises mean nothing!" she snapped. "You’ll leave, and then you’ll realize you don’t want us anymore, and we’ll be right back where we started!"

Jacob and Mia watched in stunned silence, the tension at the table palpable. You felt the weight of the moment pressing down on you, the overwhelming feeling that no matter what you said, it wouldn’t be enough to ease Lila’s fears. She turned and stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind her and leaving a heavy silence in her wake. You stood there, your heart breaking as you stared at the closed door. You felt Natasha’s hand on your shoulder, a silent reassurance, but it did little to ease the pain in your chest.

Mia, ever the optimist, broke the silence with her soft, hopeful voice. "You’ll come back, won’t you?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent. You forced a smile and knelt down to hug Mia tightly. "Yes, sweetheart." you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "We’ll come back. I promise." Jacob, still sitting, looked at Natasha with a mixture of trust and uncertainty. "And you’ll be okay, right?" Natasha nodded and gently ran her fingers through his hair. "We’ll be okay." she said softly. "And we’ll come back to you. To all of you."

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere remained tense, the shadow of the upcoming mission hanging over you all. Natasha and you tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but the weight of the situation was impossible to ignore. Later that night, as you got ready for bed, you could no longer hold back your tears. You sat on the edge of the bed, your shoulders shaking as the emotions of the day finally overwhelmed you.

Natasha sat beside you, wrapping her arms around you, holding you close as the tears began to flow. You leaned into Natasha, your head resting on her shoulder as you let out all the pain and frustration you had been holding inside. "I don’t know what to do.." you whispered, your voice trembling. "This mission..I’m so scared that we’ll lose everything we’ve worked so hard for." Natasha tightened her embrace, her heart aching for you. She knew how much you had invested in this family, how desperately you had tried to connect with everyone, to be the mother they needed. But she also knew that some wounds took time to heal, and especially Lila’s wounds were deep.

"We’re not going to lose this." Natasha said firmly, her voice full of determination. "We’ve worked too hard, and we’re not going to let this mission take that away from us." You sniffled and wiped your eyes, trying to steady yourself. "I just wish I knew how to get through to them." you whispered. "Lila’s starting to trust you, and that’s wonderful, but I feel like.." You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside you. "I want to believe in us." you said quietly. "But its so hard..."

Natasha kissed your forehead, her touch tender and soothing. "You don’t have to go through this alone." she whispered. "We’re a team, remember? We’ll get through this together." You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope in your chest. "I know." you whispered. "And I’m so grateful for you, Nat. I don’t know how I’d get through this without you."

Natasha smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You’d make it because you’re strong, stronger than you think. And we’ll make it through this, all of us, together." You sat there in silence for a while, holding each other close, finding comfort in the quiet strength of your bond. The challenges you were facing felt overwhelming, but there was a deep, unshakable love between you that kept you going.

After a while, Natasha spoke again, her voice gentle but resolute. "We need to talk to Fury before we leave." she said. "Make sure everything is set up for the kids while we’re gone. And we need to make it clear to him that this is the last time for a long time. Our family needs us here." You nodded, your resolve returning. "You’re right." you agreed. "This is the last time. We need to be here for the kids, especially now. They need to know they can rely on us."

"And they will." Natasha said, her voice firm. "We’ll do this mission, but after that, we’re done. Our family comes first." With that decision, you both felt a sense of calm settle over you. The upcoming mission still weighed heavily on you, but you now knew where your priorities lay, and you were ready to fight for what mattered most.

The next morning, you both rose early to make the final preparations. You called Fury and made it clear that this would be your last mission for the foreseeable future. Fury understood, and though his tone was brisk and professional, there was a note of respect in his voice. “We’ve got everything set up for you at the Compound.” Fury said. “And I’ll make sure the kids are well taken care of while you’re on the mission. Maria has come forward to take care of them."

With heavy hearts, you and Natasha packed your bags, the reality of leaving your children, even temporarily, weighing heavily on you. But you proceeded with a clear goal in mind, the knowledge that this step was necessary to ensure the safety and protection of the world, a world you wanted to safeguard for your children. Before you left, you gathered the children in the living room. Lila sat on the edge of the sofa, her expression wary, while Jacob and Mia sat close to their parents, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. Maria already waiting for them.

Natasha knelt in front of them, her voice calm and steady. “We’re leaving now.” she said, her heart aching as she looked into their eyes. “But we’ll be back soon. While we’re gone, you’ll be safe at the Compound, and you’ll have everything you need.” You reached out and gently touched Lila’s arm, your voice soft. “Lila, I know this is hard, but we will come back. We promised you, and we’re going to keep that promise.”

Lila didn’t respond immediately, her eyes focused on the floor. But when she finally looked up, there was a faint glimmer of something in her expression, something you couldn’t quite decipher. “Be careful, please.." Lila murmured, her voice barely audible.

Natasha smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. “We will.” she promised. Mia, always a bright light, hugged both Natasha and you tightly. “Don’t forget us!” she whispered earnestly. “Never.” you whispered back, your voice full of love. Jacob, who had been quiet until then, finally spoke up. “I’ll take care of them, mum.” he said seriously, his small face determined. “I’ll make sure they’re okay.” Natasha felt her heart swell with pride as she ran a hand through Jacob’s hair. “I know you will, buddy.” she said softly. “You’re so brave.”

After a final round of hugs, Natasha and you stood up, ready to go. You looked at your children, your family knowing that you were leaving behind what was most important to you. But you also knew that you would return. As you walked out the door, you glanced back one last time, your heart heavy but resolute. Lila stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression. You wanted to run back, to tell her again how much you loved her, how much you would miss her, but you knew this was a moment Lila needed to process on her own.

Natasha and you got into the car, your hands finding each other as you drove away from the house. The upcoming mission was crucial, but equally important was the promise you had made to yourselves, to each other, and to your children. You would come back. And when you did, you would continue to fight for your family, no matter how difficult it became.

The mission briefing was straightforward but dangerous. A covert Hydra base had been discovered in the heart of the city, suspected of holding critical information about upcoming terrorist attacks. Natasha and you were assigned to infiltrate the base while Steve and Bruce took care of the outside world. On paper, it was simple, but both of you knew how quickly things could go wrong.

Natasha glanced over at you, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow. "We can do this. One last time." You met her gaze and forced yourself to smile confidently. "I’ve got your back, Nat. Always." Natasha shook her head, though the worry didn’t leave her eyes. "Just stay close. We go in, we go out. No unnecessary risks." You knew what she was really saying: Don’t be a hero. But that was easier said than done when it came to Natasha. You’d do anything to protect her, even if it meant putting yourself in danger.

The Quinjet landed on a rooftop a few blocks from the Hydra base. The city was always quiet, the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and occasional gusts of wind. Natasha led the way, moving with the silent grace of a predator, and you followed closely behind her. You descended a fire escape and disappeared into the shadows as you approached the building. The Hydra base was hidden beneath an abandoned warehouse, a perfect cover in a city full of forgotten buildings. Natasha scanned the area, her sharp eyes catching the faint glow of surveillance cameras hidden in the corners. She signaled to you, and you nodded in understanding. You had to be quick and silent, any alarm would mean a swarm of armed Hydra agents descending upon you.

With her Widow’s Bite, Natasha disabled the cameras one by one, clearing a path to the entrance. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached, the weight of the mission heavy on you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that you were walking into a trap. But you pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand. You reached the entrance, a steel door with a biometric lock. Natasha pulled a small device from her belt, attached it to the lock, and watched as it began bypassing the security system. The seconds dragged on, each one filled with the suffocating silence of anticipation. Finally, the device beeped, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.

You slipped inside, the darkness of the corridor swallowing you whole. Natasha led the way, her senses on high alert as you navigated the labyrinthine interior of the base. The air was thick with tension, every step bringing you closer to the heart of the Hydra operation. You reached a large, dimly lit room filled with computer terminals and stacks of documents. Natasha’s eyes locked onto the central console, where a data drive was inserted. "This is it." she whispered.

Your grip on your weapon as you positioned yourself by the door. Natasha moved quickly, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she initiated the data transfer. The seconds ticked by, each one a small victory as the progress bar crept closer to completion. But just as the transfer was nearly finished, your worst fear came true. The door to the room burst open, and a group of Hydra agents stormed in with weapons raised. You reacted instinctively, firing a shot that took down the lead agent before he could pull the trigger. Chaos erupted in the room, bullets flying as the two of you fought for your lives.

"Nat, we have to fall back!" you shouted over the noise, your voice laced with desperation. But Natasha was focused, too focused, her eyes locked on the last remaining agent standing between you and the exit. She went in for the kill, but in that split second, everything went wrong. The agent, a hulking figure with a cruel grin, raised his weapon and aimed directly at Natasha. Time seemed to slow as you recognized the danger. Without thinking, you threw yourself in front of her, your body acting on pure instinct. The gun fired, the noise deafening in the enclosed space.

The sharp crack of gunfire echoed in Natasha’s ears, a sound she had heard countless times before, but never with such devastating clarity. It was as if the world had frozen, everything narrowing down to that one terrible moment as you threw yourself in front of the bullets meant for Natasha. The world around her dissolved into chaos. She barely registered what she was doing as she took down the last enemies, her body moving on autopilot, but her mind was solely focused on the woman lying in a growing pool of blood.

"Y/n!!" Natasha’s voice was a rough, tortured cry that echoed off the cold metal walls of the base. She dropped to her knees beside you, her hands trembling as they hovered over your body, unsure where to touch, where to press, where to begin mending what had been so horribly destroyed. Blood. So much blood. It stained your clothes, your skin, and Natasha’s hands as she finally pressed down on the gunshot wounds, trying to staunch the unrelenting flow. The blood was warm, sticky, seeping through Natasha’s fingers no matter how hard she pressed, and it filled her with a fear she had never known before.

"Why did you do that?!" Natasha’s voice quivered with a mix of anger and despair, her green eyes blazing as they met yours. "I told you to be careful! Why didn’t you listen to me!" Your breathing was shallow, each breath a painful struggle. Your face was pale, your eyes glassy as you looked up at Natasha, a gentle, sad smile playing on your lips. "I couldn’t… let him.." you whispered, your voice weak but resolute. "I had to protect you."

Natasha’s heart clenched painfully in her chest, a sob threatening to break free as she pressed harder on the wounds, desperately trying to stop the blood, trying to keep your life from slipping through her fingers. "You’re an idiot!" she choked out, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood on her hands. "You stupid idiot. You should have let-" She cut herself off, her throat closing up as the truth hit her like a sledgehammer. She had failed. She had failed to protect the woman she loved more than anything in this world.

Your hand, trembling and weak, reached to Natasha’s hands, "Don’t blame yourself.." you whispered, your voice barely a shadow of its former strength. "You couldn’t have known..Please, don’t blame yourself."

But Natasha couldn’t hear you, not over the deafening roar of her own guilt. She reached for her radio, her hands slick with blood as she brought the device to her lips. "I need a MedEvac now!" she called out, her voice breaking with desperation. "She’s been shot- two bullets to the chest, she’s losing too much blood!" She dropped the radio, her hands returning to your wounds, pressing down with all her might, even though she knew it wasn’t enough. She could feel your life slipping away, like sand through her fingers, and it was tearing her apart.

Your hand, weak but determined, found its way to your chest, pressing against one of the gunshot wounds. Your fingers came back bloody, and you stared at them, a strange sense of calm washing over you. "It’s..a lot.." you murmured, almost to yourself, your voice distant, as if you were already slipping away. "Don’t look." Natasha pleaded, her voice shaking as she gently took your hand and pulled it away from the wound. "Don’t look, just focus on me. Look at me, Y/n."

Your eyes flickered back to Natasha, your gaze softening as you saw the tear-streaked face of your wife. "Nat..it’s okay." you whispered, your voice growing weaker with every word. "I love you..I love our kids..Tell th-"

"Stop it." Natasha snapped, her voice hardening with a desperation that bordered on hysteria. "You’re going to tell them yourself. You’re going to be fine. We’re going to go home, and you’re going to see them. You’re going to hold them in your arms, and you’re going to be fine. Do you hear me? You’re going to be fine!" Your eyes grew heavy, the pain and exhaustion too much to fight against. But you could still hear Natasha’s voice, that beautiful, strong voice that had always made you feel safe.

Natasha had to keep you awake. She had to make you talk, keep you focused, keep you alive. "The Kids are waiting for us." Natasha began, her voice trembling but determined. "Mia..shes probably drawing on the walls, and lets Maria wipe it away.." Natasha continued, forcing a smile despite the tears streaming down her face. "She never listens when it comes to her art. And Jacob..he’s probably curled up in that old chair, reading another one of his books. He’s so thoughtful, so kind. Just like you"

Your lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile, your eyelids fluttering as you struggled to stay awake. "Lila’s probably got her headphones on, blasting that awful music she’s into these days.." Natasha said, trying to keep her voice light even as her heart shattered with every passing second. "She thinks it’s cool, even though it drives us all crazy. But she’s strong, just like you. She’ll be okay."

You managed a weak chuckle, but it quickly turned into a wince of pain. Natasha’s grip on your hand tightened, her other hand still pressing desperately against your wound. "Natasha, I’m so..proud of them.. proud of you.."

"And I’m proud of you." Natasha whispered back, her voice cracking as she leaned closer, her forehead resting gently against yours. "You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known, Y/n. You’re going to get through this. You have to." But despite her words, she could feel your life slipping away, your breaths becoming shallower, your skin growing colder. Panic clawed at her insides, a deep, primal fear that she had never felt before. "Stay with me!" she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please, stay with me. I can’t lose you. I can’t do this without you!"

Your eyes opened one last time, meeting Natasha’s gaze with a softness that broke her heart. "I love you." you whispered, your voice so faint it was almost lost in the air. "I’m sorry..I couldn’t-"

"Please, no." she whispered, her voice choked with sobs as she held you close, her tears mixing with the blood that stained both of you. "Don’t leave me, Y/n. Please…" The world seemed to narrow down to the sound of Natasha's frantic breathing, the steady dripping of blood on the floor, and your weakening heartbeat that she felt under her trembling hands. The walls of the Hydra base seemed to close in around her, the oppressive silence only broken by the distant echoes of their previous fight.

But then, there was sudden movement, heavy footsteps echoed on the concrete floor, voices shouting commands. The door to the room flew open, and Natasha barely registered who it was until she heard Bruce's voice. "Natasha! Step aside, let me through!" Bruce's voice was firm, but there was an urgency in it that Natasha had never heard before.

Natasha didn't want to let you go, couldn't let you go but she forced herself to move just enough to allow Bruce to kneel beside you, his first-aid kit already in hand. His face was hardened with determination as he quickly examined your wounds. His eyes met Natasha's for a brief moment, filled with something she couldn't name and didn't want to name. "This doesn't look good.." Bruce muttered quietly as he pulled out an improvised bandage and pressed it firmly against the wounds to stop the blood flow. You groaned in pain, your body jerking under his hands.

"Stay with us, Y/n.." Bruce said, his voice deep and calm, though Natasha could hear the pressure beneath it. "I need you here, okay? I'll do everything I can, but you need to hold on." Steve appeared in the doorway, his faces serious and tense as he took in the situation. Steve acted quickly, his gaze hardening as he recognized the severity of your injuries. "We need to get her out of here, immediately." he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Steve, be careful." Natasha warned, her voice laced with fear as she watched him kneel beside you. She knew what needed to be done, but the thought of you being moved, the pain it would cause you, made her stomach twist with anxiety. Bruce looked up at Steve, his face grave. "I've managed to slow the bleeding, but it's not enough. We need to get her to the Quinjet quickly, she doesn't have much time left."

Steve nodded, his jaw clenched as he carefully slipped his arms under your limp body. The moment he lifted you, your eyes shot open, and a blood-curdling scream escaped your throat, raw and filled with agony. Your hands clawed at Steve's arms, your fingers digging in as the pain shot through your body like fire.

"I know it hurts." Steve said, his voice strained as he tried to keep you calm. "But we have to move you. We have to get you to the jet." Natasha was immediately by your side, her hands reaching for yours, her voice soft and soothing as she tried to calm you. "I'm here, Malysh. I'm here. Hold on, okay? Focus on my voice. We're getting you out of here."

Your eyes were wide with pain, your breaths coming in short, gasping bursts as Steve carried you toward the exit. Natasha kept pace beside you, her heart breaking at every tortured sound that escaped your lips. "Think of the kids, Y/n." Natasha murmured, her voice trembling but determined. "Lila, Mia, and Jacob, they're waiting for us. We're going home to them. You just have to hold on a little longer."

Your grip on Natasha's hand tightened, your eyes finding hers as if drawing strength from her words. "I'm..I'm trying," you gasped, your voice barely audible, but Natasha could hear the desperation, the fear. "You're doing so well, baby.." Natasha whispered, her own voice breaking. "You're so strong. Just a little bit more, I promise. We're almost there."

The Quinjet came into view, the cargo door already open, and Bruce was shouting instructions to Sam, who was preparing the medical area for emergency treatment. Steve moved as quickly as he could, his face set in determination, while your blood soaked through his uniform. Natasha stayed close to you, her hand never leaving yours, her voice a steady stream of reassurance even as her own fear threatened to choke her. "We're almost there. Just a few more steps."

Your eyes fluttered, your strength fading fast as Steve carried you up the ramp into the jet. As soon as they were inside, Bruce was there, helping Steve to gently lay you on the medical bed. The moment your back touched the bed, you screamed again, your body convulsing with pain.

Bruce moved with controlled urgency, his hands flying over the medical equipment as the jet's engines roared to life. "We need to stabilize her." he said, more to himself than the others. He inserted an IV, pumping fluids into your body to counter the blood loss. "Her pulse is weak, Natasha, keep talking to her. Don't let her drift away."

Natasha nodded, her tears flowing freely now as she leaned over you, her lips close to your ear. "You're doing so well. I'm so proud of you. Keep your eyes on me, okay? Just look at me." Your eyes fluttered open, glassy with pain, but you managed to focus on Natasha, your lips trembling as you tried to speak. "I..love you.." you whispered, your voice so weak that Natasha had to strain to hear it.

"I love you too." Natasha whispered back, her heart breaking at the sight of your pale, bloodless face. "So much. You're going to be okay. You have to be okay." But even as she spoke, Natasha could see the life fading from your eyes, your body growing colder under her touch. And then, in a moment that would haunt Natasha forever, your eyes rolled back, and the heart monitor emitted a long, shrill beep.

"Y-Y/n?" Natasha's voice was a broken whisper, her hands shaking as she shook your lifeless body. "No, no, no..Bruce do something!" He was already moving, his face pale as he grabbed the defibrillator paddles. "We're losing her! Clear!" The shock jolted your body, but the heart monitor remained flat, its unbroken tone slicing through the air like a knife. Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her entire body filled with cold terror. "No! You can't leave me! You can't leave me!"

Bruce pressed the paddles to your chest again, his voice tight with concentration. "Clear!" Your body convulsed with the shock, but still nothing. Natasha felt something inside her break, her knees giving out as she clung to your hand, her tears falling onto your still, lifeless body. "Don't do this!" Natasha sobbed, her voice breaking. "Please..I can't lose you. I need you!"

Bruce was relentless, refusing to give up as he administered another shock. "Come on, Y/n!" he muttered through gritted teeth. "Come on." Ad then, like a miracle, there was a flicker on the monitor..a weak but present heartbeat. Natasha's breath caught, hope flooding her like a wave. Bruce immediately switched tactics, working quickly to stabilize you, his hands moving with a speed that only came from years of practice.

"She's back.." Bruce said, his voice trembling with relief but also with the realization of how fragile this life still was. "But she's not out of the woods yet. We need to get her to the MedBay immediately." The Quinjet accelerated to full speed, racing toward Avengers Compound. Natasha stayed by your side the entire time, her hand gripping yours so tightly her knuckles turned white. "You can't do this to me again, you hear me?" she whispered urgently, as tears continued to stream down her face. "Do you hear me, Y/n! You can't leave me."

Natasha held on to the faint pulse under her fingers, to the fragile heartbeat that was all that kept her world from completely shattering. The flight back to the Compound felt like an eternity, every second stretching out as Natasha watched Bruce work, her heart heavy as a stone in her chest. But she refused to let you go, refused to let you slip away again. She kept talking to you, whispering promises, clinging to the hope that somehow, someway, they would make it through this. The Quinjet landed with a jolt on the grounds of the Compound, the ramp lowering before the engines had fully powered down. Natasha didn't wait for the jet to come to a complete stop, she was on her feet immediately, running alongside the gurney where you lay, pale and motionless, as Bruce and a team of medics rushed you into the medical wing.

The blood seeping through the hastily applied bandages was a constant reminder of the bullets that had torn through your body. Natasha's hands were still stained with that blood, her mind fogged with fear and despair as she clung to the edge of the gurney, her eyes never leaving your face for a moment.

The medics burst through the doors of the medical wing, but in that moment, Natasha's breath caught. In the hallway, eyes wide with fear and horror, stood her children. Lila, Jacob, and Mia. They were supposed to be with Maria! Safe and far away from the nightmare that was unfolding. But there they were, huddled together, their faces pale with fear and confusion. They must have sensed that something was wrong, must have noticed the change in the air when the Quinjet landed.

“Mom!” called Lila, her voice cracking under the weight of fear and anger. “What happened?? Is Y/n okay??” Jacob clung Lilas arm, his face contorted with worry. “Why is there so much blood?” he asked, his voice trembling. “What happened to her?” Mia, held onto Lila's other arm, her big eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Natasha. “Why are there so many poeple?” she whispered, her voice small and full of fear. Natasha's heart broke at the sight of the Kids, standing there so vulnerable and scared. This was the last thing she wanted..that they had to see you like this, that they had to be exposed to this kind of fear. She wanted to protect them, to shield them from the harsh realities of the life she led, but there was no time to think, no time to find the right words.

The medics paused for a brief moment, a fleeting second, as they maneuvered the gurney through the door. In that instant, the Kids saw you, your ashen face, the blood-soaked bandages, the way your body lay motionless and lifeless. It was only a brief moment, but it was enough. Mia let out a small, sharp cry. She turns to Lila's to press her face into hers and Jacob's eyes widened, his grip on Lila's arm tightened until his knuckles turned white. Even Lila, who was trying so hard to be brave, took a step back, her face drained of all color.

“oh my god, what happened?!” Lila asked, her voice rising in panic. “Why does she look like that? What’s going on?” Natasha felt her throat tighten, her breath catching in her chest. She needed to be with you, needed to be by your side as the doctors fought for your life. But she couldn’t leave the kids like this, couldn’t just walk away without giving them some kind of explanation, some kind of comfort. She knelt in front of them, her hands reaching out to pull them close. “Listen to me.” she said, her voice trembling with the effort to stay calm. “Y/n..she's very badly hurt, but the doctors are going to do everything they can to help her. You need to stay with Maria now, okay? I have to be with her.”

Mia's tears spilled over, her little hands clutching at Natasha's suit. “But why did she get hurt?" Jacob was crying now too, silent tears streaming down his face as he shook his head. “I don’t want her to die, mum. I don’t want her to die..” Lila, her face pale and drawn, looked up at Natasha, her eyes a mixture of fear and anger. “She won't, will she?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Why did this even happen to her and not to you?”

The question hit Natasha like a physical blow, the guilt she had been trying to suppress rising up and choking her. How could she explain this? How could she make them understand that you had taken those bullets for them, that she had made the ultimate sacrifice because she believed they needed Natasha more? But there was no time. The medics began to move again, pushing the gurney through the doors and out of sight. Natasha’s heart twisted painfully as she looked at her children, their tear-streaked faces filled with confusion and fear.

“I promise I’ll explain everything.” Natasha whispered, her voice thick with tears. “But right now, I have to be with her. Please..please stay with Maria. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” She pulled back a little and looked directly at Lila, who was trying so hard to hold it together. “Lila.” she said, her voice firm but full of urgency, “I need you to be strong now. Your brother and sister are going to need you. I need you to take care of them while I’m with Y/n. Can you do that for me?”

Lila’s eyes widened, the weight of what Natasha was asking settling on her young shoulders. She hesitated, fear and uncertainty flashing in her eyes, but then she nodded, her jaw setting in determination. “I can do it.” she said, her voice steady despite the tears she was fighting back. “I’ll take care of them.” Natasha reached out, cupping her face with one hand, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Thank you." She whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I trust you, Lila. I need to know they’re safe with you.”

Lila nodded again, this time more decisively, and took Jacob and Mia’s hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “We’ll be okay, Mom. You go take care of Y/n.” Natasha swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.” she promised, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads. “I love you all so much.” With that, she forced herself to turn away, even though every instinct screamed at her to stay with them, to hold them until the fear subsided. But she couldn’t. She had to be with you, had to be there while the doctors fought for your life. She hurried after the medics, her heart pounding in her chest as she rushed through the doors of the medical wing, leaving her children behind, their tearful eyes searing into her memory.

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eclipsedzs · 1 year ago

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Can you write somenthing about just Sirius being extremely romantic and making his love language very clear?

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𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Sirius Black

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Genre: ✓

Paring(s): Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend has made up his mind, he was going to smother you in his love.

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Alcohol

THE GREAT HALL buzzed with animated chatter as the teenagers filed in, eager to partake in the spread of breakfast delicacies adorning the long, stretched tables. Amongst the bustling crowd, Sirius Black found himself seated alongside his friends James, Remus, and Peter.

As they animatedly discussed their latest pranks, Sirius's mind wandered, consumed by thoughts of his girlfriend.

Y/N had been unwell for an entire week, depriving Sirius of her presence. The mere notion of being separated from her for such a prolonged period left him feeling starved for her company.

Y/N had gone to seek medical attention from Madam Pomfrey, who imposed strict restrictions on visitors, further intensifying Sirius's longing to see her.

James, ever observant, nudged Sirius gently. "You alright there, mate? You seem a bit lost in your thoughts."

Sirius snapped back to reality, a wistful expression on his face. "Just missing Y/N like crazy. It's been a week of pure torture without her," he lamented with a hint of melodrama.

His friends couldn't help but chuckle at Sirius's theatrics. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he dramatically draped his body, leaning on Remus for support.

"Oh, Remus," he sighed with faux despair, "Wake me up from this endless slumber when my love finally returns."

Remus, playing along with a smirk, gently patted Sirius on the back. "I'll be sure to give you a good shake when that moment arrives, mate. But until then, you'll just have to endure the heartache," he replied in a teasing tone.

James chimed in, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Or we can try to sneak you into the hospital wing disguised as a nurse. What do you think?"

Sirius's face lit up at the thought, his dramatic demeanor momentarily forgotten. "Now that's a brilliant idea! We could cause some serious chaos," he exclaimed, enthusiasm brimming in his voice.

Peter, always ready to join the fun, added with a grin, "Count me in! Operation 'Nurse Padfoot' it is!"

The friends shared a boisterous laugh, their playful banter providing a lighthearted respite from Sirius's lovesick state.

As Remus let out a thoughtful hum, his eyes instinctively turned towards the grand entrance of the Great Hall. The heavy doors swung open, revealing a figure that instantly caught his attention.

There stood Y/N, looking well and radiant, stepping into the bustling hall.

Sirius, still draped dramatically over Remus, followed his friend's gaze and gasped dramatically. "Remus! It's a miracle! My love has returned!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with exaggerated joy.

Y/N, spotting Sirius among his friends, couldn't help but smile at the sight of his theatrics.

She made her way towards them, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lovesick Sirius in need of rescuing?" she teased, a hint of mischief in her voice.

Sirius quickly sprung to his feet, his dramatic demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine excitement. "Y/N! You're back!" he exclaimed, his arms outstretched, ready to embrace her.

Y/N matched his enthusiasm, closing the distance between them and enveloping him in a warm hug. "I missed you too, you big drama queen," she whispered with a playful smile.

Their friends watched with amusement, sharing knowing glances as the reunited couple exchanged heartfelt greetings. The Great Hall seemed to come alive with the energy of their joyous reunion, their playful banter filling the air with laughter

“Hey, boys," Y/N greeted with a warm smile, settling herself beside Remus.

Before she could fully settle in, Sirius swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist and gently pulled her onto his lap, settling them both down.

Remus playfully raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, look who's finally back to grace us with her presence," he teased, his tone filled with mock surprise.

Y/N leaned back against Sirius, snuggling into his embrace. "Oh, you know you missed me, Remus," she retorted, playfully poking his side.

James, joining in the banter, chimed in, "It's good to have you back, Y/N. Sirius has been quite the lost puppy without you."

Sirius pouted dramatically, his arms tightening around Y/N. "Hey now, I wasn't that lost... okay, maybe I was a little bit," he admitted with a sheepish grin, earning him a chorus of laughter from his friends.

Y/N leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Sirius's cheek. "Don't worry, my drama king. I'm here now, and I promise to keep you entertained," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The group erupted into laughter once again, their playful camaraderie filling the air with a joyful energy.

"Oh, Remus," Y/N began, attempting to extricate herself from Sirius's tight grip, his face still buried in her neck, unwilling to let go.

“Do you think i could borrow your potions book?” She spoke, as she pressed her palms against his chest, gently pushing back.

She then gave up trying to escape his hold.

Remus chuckled, watching the amusing scene unfold before him.

"Ah, the perils of being loved by Sirius Black," he remarked, shaking his head with a smirk. "And of course, I've got you covered. I have that potions book you need, and I've already prepared some notes for you."

Y/N's eyes lit up with gratitude and relief. "Remus, you're a lifesaver! You know how bad I am at taking notes," she confessed, shooting a grateful glance his way.

Sirius, finally releasing his tight hold on her, feigned offense. "Hey, what's wrong with my notes? I'll have you know, my doodles are quite informative," he protested with a playful pout.

Y/N laughed, ruffling Sirius's hair affectionately. "Oh, your doodles are a work of art, no doubt. But I think I'll trust Remus's comprehensive notes this time," she teased, earning herself a mock offended gasp from Sirius.

As the laughter subsided, Remus passed the potions book to Y/N with a smile. "Here you go, Y/N. Consider it your ticket to catching up in class. Just promise me you won't let Sirius doodle in it," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Y/N grinned mischievously, looking back at Sirius. "No doodles, promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky finger for him to make the pledge.

Sirius, feigning innocence, wrapped his pinky around hers. "I solemnly swear, no doodles in your precious book," he declared, giving her a cheeky wink.

Sirius let out a theatrical sigh, his arms tightening around Y/N as he declared,

"Unfortunately, my dear Y/N and I won't be gracing the classrooms with our presence today." He punctuated his statement with another exaggerated sigh, feigning sadness.

James raised an amused eyebrow, adjusting his glasses. Peter, engrossed in his pumpkin juice, seemed unfazed by the announcement.

Meanwhile, Remus, engrossed in his book, couldn't help but listen to Sirius's proclamation, albeit with a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"And why is that, my dear Padfoot?" James inquired with a playful grin, struggling to suppress his laughter at the perplexed expression on Y/N's face.

Sirius dramatically shifted his gaze to Y/N, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, you see, dear James, it's a matter of utmost importance," he began, pausing for dramatic effect.

"Y/N here requires an emergency session of cuddles and laughter to cure her severe case of class-avoiditis," he declared, earning himself an incredulous look from Y/N.

Y/N couldn't help but burst into laughter, swatting Sirius playfully on the arm. "Class-avoiditis? Is that even a thing?"

Sirius feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "Of course, it is! I'm Sirius Black, expert in all things mischief-related and made-up illnesses," he proclaimed proudly, flashing a playful wink at his friends.

James chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "I swear, you two are a never-ending source of entertainment."

The group dissolved into laughter, their lighthearted banter filling the air with joy and camaraderie.

As the laughter subsided, James was quick to seize the moment. He wore a mischievous smirk as he spoke up, breaking the silence. "You know what, guys? Maybe we should all just skip class today," he suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Remus playfully shook his head, a feigned look of disapproval on his face. "Oh, James, you're always the instigator of our rebellious adventures," he remarked, though a small chuckle escaped his lips.

Peter, finally tuning into the conversation, perked up with curiosity. "Wait, are we really going to skip class? I mean, I don't want to be left out," he admitted, a mix of excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.

Y/N glanced around at her friends, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, if the Marauders are in agreement, who am I to resist the temptation of a little adventure?" she declared, playfully nudging Sirius.

Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "That's the spirit! A day filled with mischief and laughter awaits us!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

Y/N paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she contemplated her response.

With a playful sigh borrowed from Sirius, she dramatically feigned a cough. "You know, guys, I was just sick for a whole week," she announced, her voice filled with faux exhaustion. "I think I could use a relaxing day in the comfort of our dorm."

Sirius blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Y/N's unexpected suggestion. "But... but mischief and adventures!" he protested, a playful pout forming on his lips.

James grinned, nudging Sirius with an elbow. "Come on, mate, even the Marauders need a break once in a while," he teased, winking at Y/N.

Remus, ever the voice of reason, nodded in agreement. "Y/N does have a point. We could use a day to recharge and just enjoy each other's company," he suggested, giving Y/N a supportive smile.

Peter chimed in, his excitement slightly subdued. "I guess a relaxing day sounds nice too. We can always plan our next epic prank later," he suggested, trying to hide his disappointment.

Y/N smirked, reveling in her small victory. "Alright, then. It's settled. A day of relaxation it is," she declared, playfully pointing her finger at Sirius. "But I expect some top-notch entertainment from you, Mr. Black."

Sirius playfully saluted. "Consider it done, my lady. Prepare to be entertained!" he proclaimed with a theatrical flourish, earning a round of laughter from his friends.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

The Marauders gathered in their dorm, creating a cozy and relaxed atmosphere. James and Remus were seated on the floor, engrossed in a friendly card game.

Peter observed them, scratching his head in confusion. "How do you guys even play this?" he muttered to himself, determined to crack the code.

Y/N found herself comfortably nestled in Sirius's embrace on his bed. He held her tightly, as if afraid to let her go even for a moment. "No moving allowed," Sirius playfully declared, flashing a mischievous grin at Y/N.

Y/N giggled, playfully squirming in his hold. "But I can't breathe, Sirius!" she protested, her voice laced with mock desperation.

Sirius responded with an exaggerated gasp, dramatically clutching his heart. "My poor, suffocating princess! How could I be so cruel?" he exclaimed dramatically, feigning a look of deep remorse.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, please. You're lucky I enjoy being in your suffocating embrace," she teased, poking him in the side.

Meanwhile, James looked up from his card game, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Hey, Peter, want to join us? We can teach you the ropes of this highly complex card game," he offered with a cheeky grin, motioning for Peter to join them.

Peter's eyes widened, his face lighting up with excitement. "Really? That'd be great!" he exclaimed eagerly, quickly scooting over to join James and Remus on the floor.

Y/N dramatically threw her hands up in the air, pretending to be in distress. "Oh, James, save me!" she cried out, feigning desperation as she clung to Sirius's arm, preventing any chance of escape from his tight embrace.

James, always up for a bit of theatrics, playe along with a dramatic gasp. "Fear not, fair maiden! I shall rescue you from the clutches of this evil captor!" he proclaimed, raising an imaginary sword as he approached the bed.

Sirius grinned mischievously, holding Y/N tighter to him. "Over my dead body, Prongs!" he retorted, pretending to shield Y/N with his body.

Remus, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. "You lot are something else," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Peter, not wanting to be left out, joined in with his own theatrical flourish. "And I, Peter, shall be the wise sage who advises both sides!" he declared, striking a pose and pretending to hold a staff.

Laughter echoed through the dorm as the friends reveled in their own silly theatrics.

As the night settled and the sky darkened, everyone found their own little corners to unwind and pursue their individual activities.

Y/N leaned back against Sirius, letting out a contented sigh as she closed her eyes, enjoying the comfort of his presence.

Sirius, ever the affectionate one, began peppering gentle kisses along her jawline, neck, and face, savoring the closeness they shared.

A soft giggle escaped Y/N's lips as she felt the tickling sensation of his kisses. "You know, Sirius, you have a peculiar fascination with my face," she teased, her voice filled with affectionate amusement.

Sirius paused, his lips still hovering near her cheek. "Can you blame me? It's the most beautiful face in the world," he replied playfully, a hint of sincerity in his voice.

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn't help but open her eyes to gaze into his adoring eyes. "Smooth talker," she teased, lightly tapping his nose with her finger.

Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Only for you, my love," he replied, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of her finger.

As she relaxed into his embrace, Y/N felt the weariness settle into her body, inviting the comforting embrace of slumber. Her eyelids grew heavier, gently closing as she surrendered to the soothing sensation of

Sirius's lips planting soft kisses along her jawline. Each tender touch seemed to lull her further into a state of tranquility.

The gentle rhythm of his affectionate kisses created a lullaby for her senses, coaxing her closer to the realm of dreams.

With each brush of his lips against her skin, a sense of calm washed over her, easing the weight of the day's events and filling her with a sense of serenity.

Y/N let out a soft, contented sigh, her eyelids growing heavy. "Looks like I'm about to enter the dreamland," she murmured, her voice tinged with playful exhaustion.

Sirius grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Oh no, you're not slipping away without me!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms tightly around her and gently lowering himself onto the bed, bringing her even closer. He nestled her snugly against his chest, like a protective cocoon.

Y/N giggled, her voice filled with a hint of drowsy amusement. "You're quite the snuggle expert, aren't you?" she teased, playfully nudging his side.

Sirius chuckled, his chest vibrating against her cheek. "Well, it's just one of my many talents," he replied, feigning modesty.

As they settled into their cozy position, their breaths synchronizing, a wave of warmth and tranquility washed over them.

The room seemed to envelop them in a comforting embrace, cocooning them in a bubble of serenity.

James's mischievous grin spread across his face as he caught sight of the cuddled couple. He nudged Peter and Remus with his elbow, barely containing his laughter. “Oi, look at those two," he whispered, his voice full of amusement.

Peter followed James's gaze, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Looks like they've entered the realm of dreamland," he chuckled, mimicking Y/N's earlier words.

Remus leaned in, his lips curving into a smirk. "Bet Sirius is dreaming of pranks and Y/N's dreaming of chocolate," he joked, his tone filled with gentle mockery.

James let out a snort of laughter, covering his mouth to stifle the sound. "Well, they make quite the sleeping beauties, don't they?" he said, his voice laced with humor.

"I know what to do," James whispered mischievously, a sly grin spreading across his face. He scrambled up from his spot on the floor, making his way to his bed. Rummaging through his drawer, he finally retrieved a muggle camera.

Remus raised an eyebrow, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "What's the plan, Prongs?" he asked in a hushed voice.

James let out a quiet chuckle, approaching the sleeping couple with the camera in hand.

He aimed it at them and pressed the button, unaware that the flash was still on.

A blinding flash of light erupted from the camera, illuminating the room. Startled, Sirius's eyes flew open, meeting James's wide-eyed stare.

Instinctively, he pulled Y/N even closer to his chest, shielding her from the intrusive brightness.

Remus couldn't contain his laughter any longer, a hand covering his mouth to muffle the sound. "Nice one, James," he snickered, shaking his head in amusement.

James sheepishly scratched the back of his head, a guilty grin tugging at his lips. "Oops... forgot about the flash," he whispered, trying not to disturb Y/N's peaceful slumber.

Sirius blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. He looked at James with mock annoyance, pretending to shield his eyes. "Way to wake a sleeping beauty, Prongs," he joked, his voice filled with playful sarcasm.

The room filled with a mixture of laughter and whispered apologies as the friends realized the unintended consequence of their impromptu photo session.

Though momentarily disrupted, the tranquility of the dorm room soon settled back in, with Y/N blissfully unaware of the flash-induced interruption.

And so, the night continued with shared laughter and gentle teasing, a testament to the unbreakable bond between these teenage friends.

In the end, it was just another memory to add to the ever-growing collection of their adventures and the countless tales they would retell for years to come.

-I had to write this in my notes app, i hate it.

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kiyosamu · 1 year ago

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Then & Now. ♡

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Pairing: Osamu Miya x Reader

Genre: Fluff! Angst if you squint? Maybe? High school sweethearts who reunite as adults. ♡

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Growing up, the idea of a first love was embedded into your mind with theatric-like imagery. A dramatic, beautiful first kiss. Loud, screaming arguments over unwarranted jealousy. Passionate, intense declarations of love for the entire world to hear. A love that felt so real it physically hurt. A love that, when it came to it’s inevitable demise, would stick to you for the rest of your life, leaving you wondering “what if…?”.

That’s what you thought, anyway, until you’d experienced it first-hand.

Your relationship with Osamu was nothing like that. In fact, it was almost too easy. A fast forming friendship in your first year blossoming into a romantic relationship as high school seniors. You two just… clicked.

When the two of you made things official, it wasn’t the grand proposal you’d hoped for. Instead, it was Osamu waking up next to you with a sleepy smile and incoming hangover asking you the classic “what are we?”. You simply smiled back, knowing damn well the night before that the liquid courage had run through both of you to the point of confessing your true feelings and realizing they were mutual.

Osamu was comfortable. He was carefree, but not recklessly. He paid attention in school and had priorities, but didn’t let small things bother him. “Don’t worry about it” he’d say, pulling you against him with an arm around your waist. “I’ll take care of it.” “It’s no big deal.” “It’s fine.” “Just leave it to me.”

Dependable, reliable Osamu who always seemed to fix any major or minor inconvenience in your life with a simple solution and saving you from yourself for the zillionth time.

Despite the positives of your relationship, even you couldn’t dodge the cliché “we’re going to different colleges, so let’s break up” trope. You talked it over, mutually deciding it’d be too stressful to continue your relationship when you were going to school 6 hours away. You spent your last few days together as if everything was normal, and then you just… left.

“Too bad.” His gaze dropped to the floor, a bittersweet smile crossing his lips. “We coulda had a real nice life together.”

You nodded and laced your fingers in his.

“It was nice while it lasted, though.” Osamu sighed, looking down at you. Your eyes met his, only for a moment, before you fully embraced him and soaked in every ounce of him. Muffled, barely audible words came from your lips as you pushed your face into his chest.

“It was nice while it lasted.”

But it didn’t hurt like you’d expected it to. You didn’t want it to. Your relationship with Osamu was wonderful. He was perfect for you, and the two of you shared so many incredible memories. You smiled when you thought back to one of your silly inside jokes. Felt warm when you saw anything that reminded you of him.

While you started casually dating other people in your second year of college, Osamu didn’t do the same. He was busy opening a restaurant and supporting his brother, information that you’d collected from his few and far between Facebook updates. Other than that, you hadn’t really spoken since the day you’d left.

The years flew by, and just like you’d promised your family, you moved back home the day after your college graduation.

Various relatives cooed over you, commenting on how different you looked, how proud they were of you, hurling questions at you the moment you stepped inside that you instantly regretted returning after such an eventful week.

“Where are you going? You just got home!” You mom called as she watched you lace up your shoes from the other room.

“Out. I’ll be back soon.”

That stressful evening is how you’d ended up at a dodgy, dimly lit bar two streets down that had always piqued your interest as a teenager. You and Osamu had promised to go there together when you were younger, both of you making up silly theories about what lied beyond the doors.

You chuckled into your drink as you remembered the conversations and compared them to reality.

“I wonder if it’s some kinky strip club.” Osamu smirked, “Ya know, like with ropes and handcuffs and stuff?”

“Do those exist? Strip clubs just for stuff like that?” You squeezed his hand and jumped up on to the sidewalk.

“I dunno. Anything’s possible. Better than your theory.” He teased. “An illegal animal sanctuary? Where’d ya even come up with that one?”

“Hear me out! I bet there’s some old man who has like, 17 tigers, an alligator, and a polar bear. Nowhere to keep them.” You stopped at the crosswalk, grabbing his cheeks so he looked straight at you. His eyes were wide with amusement and a massive grin was plastered across his face. “Picture it, ‘Samu. Really think. Can you see it? He probably lives there and just takes care of his exotic animals in secret.”

“Right.” He snorted, “And how do you explain the customers?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever actually seen anyone enter or leave that building?”

“Well, I-“ He stopped, pausing to think for a moment. “Ya know what? No. I haven’t.”

You tugged him into the crosswalk when the light changed and marched away proudly. “Exactly. Point proven. It’s a front.”

The two of you spent the rest of your walk home from school that day laughing and debating what kinds of animals the theoretical old man was hiding in the fake bar.

Osamu’s laugh was something you’d heard many times, but never gotten tired of. His laugh was infectious; deep and loud and right from his chest. A laugh that would cause anyone to smile just from being around it.

A laugh that you recognized the moment you heard it.

You spun around on the bar stool, drink still in hand, in complete disbelief as the man who you were just thinking about was practically summoned in front of you. What a coincidence - you made a mental note to call your old roommate and tell her that her manifestation theories might not be bogus after all.

“Ain’t that somethin’,” Osamu whistled, taking off his hat to reveal his natural hair colour and giving you a playful nudge. “Didn’t know I’d run into ya here.”

“You didn’t?” You smiled.

“Had no clue.”

You pulled out your phone, showing him your most recent social media post. It was a photo of your drink, the location tagged with a passive caption about returning home.

“You didn’t see this?” You snorted when he shook his head no.

“Osamu Miya liked your post. Explain that.” You pointed directly at your most recent notification, showing that Osamu had definitely seen it 20 minutes prior.

“Hackers. Gotta be.” You felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you indulged in his sarcastic banter. “‘Cuz it’s clearly a coincidence that I just happened to show up to the same shitty bar on a certain Tuesday night.”

“You’re such a fuck.” You laughed, “Be serious.”

“Obviously I knew.” He rolled his eyes playfully and waved down a waitress. “Just wasn’t sure if you were gonna talk to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I talk to you?” You took a sip of your drink and watched him as he ordered his own. The way he carried himself was different. Subtle, but different. Confident and unapologetically himself.

He shrugged. “Just didn’t think you wanted to. I never heard from ya after you left.”

You blinked at him. “I kinda thought that’s what you wanted. That’s why I never reached out.”

“Why would I want that?” He thanked the waitress and took a sip of his drink the moment she handed it to him.

“I dunno. I just assumed since you didn’t say anything to me after I left.”

“So you’re tellin’ me we didn’t talk because we both thought the other didn’t want to?” Osamu’s question wasn’t really even directed to you, if anything, he was talking out loud to himself.

You were the first to crack up. “I guess so.”

“Hah.” He chuckled, “How stupid is that?”

“…Pretty stupid.”

He shook his head, smiling and silently cursing himself for allowing a little breakup and a few hours distance ruin the best relationship with someone he’d ever had, dating or not.

“Well, whatever. We’re here now. Wanna hang out?”

You almost choked on your drink. You weren’t expecting to see Osamu at all, let alone expecting to be hanging out with him on your first day back after four years of radio silence.

But you didn’t even think twice.

“Of course I do.”

The two of you picked up where you left off and it was as if you’d never even gone away. The connection was instant.

“You dyed your hair brown.” You smiled, reaching up and ruffling it in between your fingers. “It looks good.”

“I’d be worried if it didn’t.” He smiled wide but got lost in your gaze for a few seconds, studying your expression carefully. He took a careful look at you while sipping his drink. “You look good. Every bit of ya.”

“Thanks, ‘Samu.” You felt your cheeks get warm and turned away. A feeling you hadn’t experienced since high school.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

Before you could answer, Osamu set some cash on the bar and grabbed your hand. Again, it was familiar, but felt different. Stronger. Bigger. His hand completely engulfed yours and you wondered if he knew how tight he was holding you.

The two of you walked down the road for a few minutes, silently, soaking in the past two hours spent catching up with each other.

He stopped in front of a building a few blocks down, nodding up at it so you’d take a look. You knew instantly where you were.

“I still can’t believe you actually did it.” You looked back and forth from his proud stance to the large sign above the door reading “Onigiri Miya”.

“Let me show ya inside.”

He took you around the back, unlocking the door and flicking on the lights as he came in. The light was warm and the restaurant was inviting. Warm, inviting, comfortable… everything Osamu had always been.

“It’s so cozy in here.” You ran your hand across the clean countertop. As you paced through the kitchen, you walked around the barrier separating the staff area from the main dining room. “Reminds me of your Mom’s house in here.”

“In a good way, right?” He followed closely behind, not wanting to interrupt your first impression too much.

“Of course.” You turned around, beaming a smile at him. “I always loved coming over. You know that.”

He nodded. “Guess I’ll have to have ya over again sometime. I’m sure Ma would love to see you.”

“I’d love to see her, too.” You picked up and put down all of the little trinkets and decorations Osamu had laid out in his restaurant. A small MSBY mascot bobble head, various culinary contest awards, cute little stickers with the restaurant logo, and a stuffed alligator eating a mini onigiri.

“Hm.” You hummed, picking up the alligator. “Now all you’re missing is 17 tigers and a polar bear.”

Osamu blinked at you.

“Sorry.” You laughed awkwardly, “You must not remember. It’s nothing-“

“That’s the exact reason I have that.” He smiled, walking over and taking the alligator from you. “I had it handmade. Even named it after ya.”

“Shut up.”

“M’serious.” Osamu’s confident demeanour almost disappeared as he appeared bashful for just a moment. A small moment, but you still saw it.

Osamu ended up pouring you a drink while you continued to talk. He leaned over the counter as you sat at the bar opposite of him, your faces only a few inches apart.

“I still can’t believe you remembered that.” You said quietly before taking a sip.

“Of course I remembered it. I couldn’t forget the silly shit you say even if I wanted to.” He teased, “Plus, I had to walk by that place every day after you left. Made me think of ya every time.”

“Silly shit, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, “You’re the one who thought it was a strip club.”

Osamu blinked at you. “That’s much more believable than being an old man’s exotic animal sanctuary.”

“Okay, okay, fine!” You didn’t realize how stupid the conversation was until he said it like that. The two of you broke into a fit of laughter just like you used to.

You looked at Osamu, the top of his cheeks squishing just under his eyes, loud, deep laughs filling the room and suddenly you’d never felt such an overwhelming feeling of… home.

Osamu looked back at you. His ash-coloured eyes studied your expression.

“Hey, do ya need a job?”

You hadn’t been home long, so you’d barely even thought of that. You had planned to take things a day at a time and try to find a career with your education, but your degree was hard to find employment with right away. Opportunities and internships were there, but there was no way you’d be getting an actual, paying job right away.

“…Yes?”

“Wanna work here?” He leaned in closer, “I don’t go around offerin’ just anyone a job at my high class establishment, ya know.”

“Something with the way you said that makes me feel like this is a joke.” You smirked.

“I’m just foolin’ around. I do need someone though. Wanna try it, at least? Tomorrow for dinner? I’ll show ya what it’s all about.”

You agreed. If anything, you wanted to see how Osamu ran his restaurant.

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The next evening, you entered through the back door just like he’d told you to.

“Osamu?” You called, immediately met with a response to come in the kitchen.

“Sorry, darlin’, couldn’t meet ya at the door. Doing prep for tonight.” He gestured down to the cutting board in front of him, “Wanna try?”

You quickly put down your things and washed your hands. When you took the knife from Osamu’s hand, he hesitated for a moment before giving it to you.

“It’s sharp.”

“I know.”

“You gotta be careful. It’s a real chef’s knife.”

“I know.”

“Go for it, then.”

You held your breath before getting to work, chopping up the onions quickly and stopping when you felt a hand on top of yours. Osamu was directly behind you, towering over you and pressing his chest into your back.

“‘Samu-“

“You’re gonna slice your hand off if ya keep cutting like that.” He muttered. You could feel the vibration of his low voice and were suddenly hyper-aware of the current situation.

“What’s wrong with my technique?” You huffed.

“You don’t have any technique.” Osamu snorted, “Don’t ya remember when I taught ya like… a million years ago?”

“I do remember you teaching me.” You leaned back into him, “I also remember you never letting me prepare or cook any food ever again after that day. So I could never practice my new skill.”

Osamu hummed in amusement. “Not even in college?”

You spun around, Osamu set the knife down safely on the table but caged you in with his arms. He looked down at you with a smirk. “Hm?”

“I’ll have you know, I didn’t cook a single time in college.” You declared. “You’d know that if you’d talked to me.”

Osamu sighed, hanging his head down on your shoulder. “We’ve already gone over this.”

“I know, I know. I’m just teasing you.”

He lifted his head back up, only a few inches from your face. You felt like the breath was taken directly out of your lungs when all you could think about was kissing him. You wanted to reach out and touch his muscular arms just for him to get greedy and grab you wherever he wanted.

“Miya-san?”

You froze, both of you wide eyed in surprise at the sound of a much younger voice. A young man, most likely freshly graduated from high school, stood beside the two of you as you remained in the compromising position.

Osamu pulled back, and both of you stood up straight.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt-“

“It’s okay, ya didn’t interrupt.”

He did, you thought, but you were silently thankful for that. Every ounce of self control that remained was about to fly out the window had you stayed like that for even a few seconds more.

His small group of employees started to file in and prepare the restaurant further for dinner. You retreated to Osamu’s office and laid down on the couch.

Osamu would have a couch in his office.

You listened as Osamu instructed his team. Taught the younger staff how to tune their skills, taking the time to show them with nothing but patience and positivity. The same comforting presence he always had.

You missed that.

You missed him.

“Hey.” Osamu walked into his office and shut the door behind him. “Finished prep, sorry it got a bit crazy. Didn’t realize we were so close to workin’ hours, thought we would’ve had more time before everyone else got in.”

“It’s fine.” You shook your head, “No need to apologize. It’s really cool seeing you in your element.”

“Ya think?” He couldn’t hide his grin. He stood in front of you, leaning back slightly with his hands on his desk behind him. “I like workin’ here.”

“Well, that’s good. I’d hope so.”

Osamu agreed with a chuckle and sat down next to you.

“Can I tell ya somethin’?”

He sat with his arm around back of the couch, which was technically around you, now. You looked up at him and nodded silently.

“I, uh-“ He shook his head, it was clear he was trying to say something but it was difficult. “I really missed ya.”

“I missed you too-“

“No, like…” He sighed, “I really… really missed ya. I tried goin’ on dates with other women. Didn’t get along with any of ‘em. I always compared ‘em to you. I waited for you to finish school, to see if you’d come back home, and you did. It felt like a sign or somethin’. So when I saw you at the bar last night,” He paused, “Totally, completely coincidentally, I may add.”

His serious tone turned lighter as you smiled at his words.

“I just had to talk to ya. And now that I did, it feels like when we were kids, ya know? Just the way that I always wanted you around. Wanted to spend time with ya, hell, you have no idea how badly I just wanted to kiss ya when we were in the kitchen earlier-“

“‘Samu.”

“I don’t even know why I let our breakup happen in the first place. Usually I would’ve just said we could work through it. But I guess I wanted ya to grow on your own, too. To not have me encourage ya every step of the way. Not that I don’t like to do that, but I wanted to show ya that you don’t need me either. That you’re incredible and strong all on your own.”

“Osamu.”

“But then I realized I didn’t have to do that. We didn’t have to break up for us to grow into who we are on our own. By then it was too late, though. But you just looked so happy. I never wanted to mess with that. So I didn’t bother ya, and now that I’m lookin’ at ya as an adult I’m just so fuckin’ proud of ya, of all of your accomplishments and the way you carry yourself. You’re just-“

“Osamu.”

“Yeah?”

You reached up and wiped a single tear drop falling down his cheek.

“You’re crying.”

“Oh, shit.” He turned away, wiping his eyes quickly and looking back at you. “I’m sorry. Man, I just started pourin’ my heart out to ya and couldn’t stop.”

“It’s okay.” You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You felt him let out a heavy exhale as he pulled you on top of his lap and right against him.

“I missed ya.” He sighed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “So much. Fuck.”

You tried to respond but you were choked up. You hadn’t realized you were crying, either.

He lifted his head up and looked directly at you. Osamu’s smile was kind, his expression vulnerable and it warmed your heart just looking at him.

“I missed you, too.” You said quietly.

“Really?”

“Yes, really!” You pulled back, planting the palms of your hands on his chest. “You have no idea how much I missed you, ‘Samu. Every day I waited for you to call me. But I thought you didn’t want to. So I finally accepted it and tried to move on. But like you said, I couldn’t actually do that. Nobody compares to you.”

Osamu hummed in agreement, resting his hands comfortably on your hips.

“It’s nice to hear ya say that.”

“Speaking of that,” You smirked, “Did I hear you say you wanted to kiss me in the kitchen?”

“Oh, yeah, you did.” He blinked up at you, absolutely no hesitation in his response. “I wanted to real bad.”

Your last strand of self control snapped the moment you heard those words. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his and instinctively tangling your fingers in his hair.

His voice rumbled low in his throat as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, pulling you against him as tight as possible while he stood up.

“Osamu!” You giggled, wrapping your legs around him. “Don’t-“

“I won’t drop ya, baby.” He assured you, pressing his lips back to yours. The sweet name of endearment made your heart melt and all you could think about in that moment was him. “Not now, not ever. Never again. You’re stuck with me.”

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AN: Thanks so much for reading! I didn’t proofread this more than once, so please excuse any mistakes. I wrote this two years ago and forgot how much I loved it. God, timeskip Osamu is such a husband. ♡

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amberbeach · 8 months ago

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'AFTERMATH'

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The chill of the space beside him alerted RJ that you were no longer sleeping beside him and had been gone for at least ten minutes. He sat up, looking around the room, the moon outside peeking in through the curtains granting enough light that he could see you weren't in your bedroom. He glanced at the clock as he got out of bed and quietly made his way to the living space, finding it was encased in darkness.

He looked around in confusion until he heard a noise from downstairs in the pizza parlour. A smile formed on his lips as he headed downstairs to the kitchen where he found you spreading sauce on the pizza dough you had made.

RJ chuckled, startling you, and you looked at your husband when he approached you. "Let me guess, midnight snack?"

"What? I'm eating for two now." You placed a hand on your bump, and RJ smiled as he stood behind you, placing his hands on your arms while kissing your cheek.

"Here." He took over the cooking, and you helped add toppings, looking over at him.

"Did I wake you?"

He shook his head, "The bed was cold."

He didn't have to elaborate for you to realize why he had started looking for you. It had been months since the incident, but the look in his eyes told you that it was still very much on his mind. RJ could never shake the fear that overcame him when he found you were gone. It took him back again and again and revisited him in his sleep. The night you were taken by Dai Shi, who stole your animal spirit to make himself stronger, haunted him every day since.

You frowned, observing your husband, whom you had met at the academy. You got married weeks after graduation and have been together ever since, and there was no greater test than helping him mentor three teenagers who could save the world.

You couldn't imagine how it must've been while you were gone. RJ had spoken about it after a nightmare, and you discussed his need to be closer to you once you returned. You knew that if the roles were reversed, you would've lost your mind with worry. And since your pregnancy, RJ was more protective than ever.

You approached the Purple Ranger, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder after he placed the pizza in the oven. He smiled softly as he turned to you, and you rested your head on his chest as you stood in the lit kitchen, in his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry. I never thought - "

RJ shook his head, "I know. It seems silly now, months on, but I can't shake that feeling." He pressed a kiss to your head, meeting your gaze when you lifted your head to look up at him. "I thought I'd lost you. And I couldn't survive that." He placed a hand on your cheek, and you sent him a small smile.

"Do you remember what I told you at our wedding?"

"No matter what happens, we'll always have each other."

"Which means when - if - something happens to me, I'll haunt you forever."

RJ cracked a smile, and you smiled when he began to chuckle. He kissed you tenderly before walking to the oven to check on the cooking pizza. You placed your hand on your stomach in surprise, a smile forming on your lips.

"RJ," You called softly, gaining his attention.

He met your gaze, glancing at your hands. "What's wrong?"

"They're kicking." You told him.

He approached you, and you held his hand on your stomach. Moments later, he felt pressure against his hand, and he smiled brighter than you had seen in a while.

You met his gaze when he placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you tenderly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

That night before time ticked by into the early hours of the morning, you headed upstairs and back to bed. RJ laid on his side while you sat with your back against the headboard, sharing the pizza you made as you added to the list of names you liked for both genders.

After the pizza was finished, RJ shifted until his head rested on your lap, and you smiled softly, combing your fingers through his hair, leaning over to turn off the lamp to allow your husband to succumb to sleep, knowing it didn't come easy to him lately.

While you still felt the void left by the absence of your animal spirit, it was nothing compared to the prospect of losing each other. And you were thankful that he and the Rangers had found you when Dai Shi went to extraordinary lengths to hide you away. He was growing stronger, but you knew the final confrontation between him and the Rangers was coming soon. And as you looked down at your husband you silently wished for him not to come to harm, and the Rangers.

Right now, you were still healing through the aftermath.

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vikwrites · 10 months ago

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Copacabana - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ A letter to Tony Stark, 16 years after his death. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Widowed! Reader Word Count ➣ 681

October 17, 2039.

Dear Tony,

It’s been 16 years since you left this world, October 17, 2023, 16 long years.

It's surreal to think that it's been this long. At times, it feels as if we're still the teenagers who first fell head-over-heels for each other, dreaming of a future without any obstacles in our way.

The memory of our first kiss still lingers, like a cool breeze on a warm autumn day, in the midst of an October rain, our clothes soaked and sticking to our skin. Young and reckless, having just graduated from MIT with bright futures ahead of us. But in that moment, all that mattered was the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body pressed against mine. The world faded away as we stood there in the rain, lost in each other's embrace.

I watched as you slowly rebuilt Stark Industries after the passing of your father. We had just eloped to California, swept away by our passionate love, keen for a fresh start. But money had changed you. I tried to understand the pressure of carrying millions on your shoulders, but it became harder to reconcile with who you were becoming. Yet, despite it all, my love for you never wavered.

I remember when you were captured in Afghanistan. Those 3 bitter months, I didn’t know if you would return or not. Then you came back, and in your chest was embedded an arc reactor, a false, mechanical pump; keeping you alive, but deep down, I knew you still had a heart. You changed so much after that, like you lost a part of yourself in that cave.

Then the world crashed upon us—aliens, Avengers, and everything in between.

The moments in between felt like a hazy blur, my mind struggling to hold onto the images as they slipped through my fingers like sand. I remembered catching glimpses of you on the news, especially in your impenetrable armour, well. We thought it was, but that fateful day on Titan proved otherwise.

And it hasn’t been the same since.

Morgan, our little girl. She’s just been accepted into MIT, just like you’ve always dreamed of. In a few years, she’ll be getting her PhD in electrical engineering, just like her father did; hopefully, she’ll inherit Stark Industries and continue on our legacy. As proud as I am, it's bittersweet, to see her follow in your footsteps. I know you would have been so proud of her. But at the same time, it brings up all the painful emotions of losing you and wondering how different things would be if you were still here.

Morgan misses you a lot, she really does.

On rainy days, we’d sit outside the cabin. As rain splattered against the wooden porch, Morgan would curl next to me, tucking her small hand into mine. She would turn to me with big, curious eyes; "Tell me about Dad," she said, wanting to know more about the man she never got to meet, and I would weave fantastical tales of his bravery, how he fearlessly battled against evil to protect us, but deep down, I knew that he had been just as scared and uncertain as the rest of us, scared that he would lose us.

The humidity feels nice, we seek solace these days, finding comfort in the melancholy beauty that accompanies them. But my heart aches as I think about how much you loved these moments, we used to sit by the lake, talking about how we’d get older in each other's arms, yet you're no longer here to join us.

Occasionally, we’d still leave a cheeseburger out for you, hoping that somehow you can still taste it in another world. It's a silly habit, but it's all we have left to cling to your memory. We know you're no longer here with us, but our hearts refuse to accept it. It's our way of holding onto you, even though we know you're gone.

We miss you, Tony, and I hope I’ll get to see you again.

I love you 3000.

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dreamwritersworld · 2 years ago

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Once innocent. Part 5. (Sully family x reader)

Hi! Just a reminder that this is a mini series to show the deeper sides of Y/n’s life BEFORE “The chore” :) 💕

“Tuk! No!” I rush in to protect her from the glass. Everything felt so slow, all I saw was Tuk, I’ll take any hit if it meant keeping her safe. But then it all went black.

*y/n ‘dream’*

“Y/n?” I open my eyes “Rey’akana? (Rubbing my eyes to get a better look) Rey’akana! W-where have you been? I missed you.” He embraces my hug and shares my emotions. I began sobbing in his arms unable to hold in any of my emotions “I’m so-….I’m so stupid, I-I don’t know what to do.” He gave me his safe sad look “Oh I know that feeling, you know I was making it all up as I went along right? You kept me going. You wanna tell me about what you’re up against?” I look down at my tiny hands, playing with them. (Rey’akana sees Y/n only in her kid body, not her teenage body!)

“It’s dad. He doesn’t think I can take care of Tuk. He’s going to take her away. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way I-I- I didn’t mean for it to go this way. I just- I’m so attached to her, I love her. She’s everything to me, she’s my light and he knows it. He’s completely fine in taking it away. I can’t keep fighting him anymore, it’s not easy. I can’t go back to him anymore. Maybe he was right, I was a distraction I get people killed.” Rey’akana looks at her with the most shocked and angered face, soon calming down realizing he should try a different approach. Exhaling a sigh

“Oh sunshine, you know you always get like this after arguing with him, after something big. Remember when you argued with him over you hitting that girl for saying something mean?” I shake my head “yea but that’s different, I was alone. Now I have Tuk. I’ve realized that…I can’t just keep fighting him, he’s only going to push her away”

he takes a moment and looks back out to the forest “…it’s harder when you have something to lose. But having her, people you care about? That’s a good thing. She’s fighting beside you. Because of you.” I nod my head agreeing. he laughed and said “To think when I did your hair or taught you survival, I was just following memories from 20 years back. But you…You have a gift of surviving, you’ve kept Tuk strong. She looks up to you. You’re a leader Y/n, a natural. You’ll have the power of a clan one day.“

I smiled and look up at him “thank you Rey’akana, talking to you just always makes me feel a little bit better.” He gives a sigh of relief “you know you didn’t distract me right sunshine? I made it clear that I’d protect you. If anything, you gave me motivation to keep fighting in wars. Eywa sent you the same gift she gave me. A sweet innocent child. A ray of sunshine. Tuk is your gift. But something tells me Eywa is sending you more. A real chance at life. For you and Tuk. You just need to remain patient. Remember your job Y/n, you made a promise. When you return to Tuk, you tell her all the things you need her to do, give her a simple push to keep going with you. You don’t think it hurt her the same way when she heard her father yelling at the one thing she holds sacred? That girl looks at you as if you were the only one there. You look at her like she’s the only person you’ve ever known. She see’s it. So when you go back to her Pick it up, and start again. You’ve got a second chance. You could go home. Ignore him, it’s just irrelevant. I’ll only be able to come back once it’s all over Y/n. When you need me again, I’ll be here watching you, holding you while you sleep. You could still be what you want to, what you said you were when I met you. You’ve got a warm heart and beautiful brain, don’t let him take it away.” I grasp onto him more trying to hold onto our little time left, before he goes but I can’t wait to see him again. Please no.

“I’m not ready to go without you again, please.” He sighs and hold me tighter before saying “A guardian who has not prepared their ‘child’ for their own death has failed as a guardian. I prepared you. You’ve been doing good, just need to come back down. You have prepared Tuk, I’ve seen you…but it’s not your time. Come see me again, when you’re really fine and got both of you out ok? Out and safe.” I cry into his arms again “Ok, oel ngati kameie Rey’akana” he smiles and says “Oel ngati kameie, Sunshine” *

I let out a long gasp as I come into reality. “Y/N! Oh Y/n, I’m so happy your ok! Let me get grandmother!” She rushes out after a quick hug and barley gives me the chance to say anything. I wait patiently, preparing what I’m going to say, to Tuk, to father. “Y/n…how are you? Are you ok? I’m so sorry that happened my child. You were out for awhile, but you seem to be as good as you could be in this situation.” Grandmother cleans and checks me up. “Your mother and father are on their way. Sit tight.” She leaves, with a sympathetic smile on her face. She doesn’t know what happened but she knows it wasn’t right. None of the treatment Y/n received was right. But what could she do? It’s her daughters child. If she betrays her daughter, she betrays herself….

“Sunshine, come here, in my arms ok?” Tuk looks hesitant, almost as if she’s scared to hurt me. “…a-are you sure? You’re still-“ Y/n cuts her off with a laugh “I don’t care sunshine, I just want to hold you and talk for a minute. Before they come ok?” Tuk complies and goes to sit in my arms. “This is just what happens sometimes-“ Tuk shakes her head and says “But it wasn’t supposed to happen to you!” I sigh taking in her frustration, it’s valid for her, she wanted to take the hit just as much as I did, but she’s just a kid.

“My sunshine, You’ll always be sunshine to me. Look at me…You’re so perfect, how did I get so lucky?”

She looks at me with tears in her eyes still remembering the fear she felt when she tried to save her sister in the room. How she thought she lost her. “Please. Don’t be silly right now. Not right now. Please. Stop. Just stop. I thought I lost you, I thought I’d never see your sweet face again.” I sigh and close my eyes preparing my speech.

I need this confirmation. I need her to know even if she was scared, she could live without me. I need to know that she won’t give up. So I’ll talk like it’s my last breath. To make sure it’s heard. “I have a job for you. If and when the time comes for me, I need you to get back home. I need you to sleep in your own hammock, and have friends, and grow tall. Taller than I ever was I hope. I need you to live Tuk. That’s your job now. I need to hear you say it” she looks down, crying before looking up at me securing her promise “Ok Y/n that’s my job now” I hold her for the meanwhile while she sleeps, I begin picking glass out of her hair.

“Y/n? Oh thank Eywa you are ok.” Mother rushes in and hugs me. This is uh…new? I just TRY to accept the hug. Father walks in soon after. “Y/n, sorry. I never meant to hit you with the glass.” He didn’t hit me, but he wanted to hit near me. “Let me make this clear. I do not care what you felt you had to do. Or what your intentions were. You are wrong. And I am allowed to be as mad as I can be about it. I do not want to hear your excuses. We both know that the way you hit, how hard it was, the aggravation, next time your intentions are going to be worse and we both know that. I’m not gonna pick glass out of Tuk’s hair again, it’s just not gonna happen. I will be allowed to see Tuk. You OWE me that.” He still gives me that silently frustrated look. He can keep it. All I need is Tuk. I carry her quietly as I walk out to go home so I can pick more glass out of her hair. Eywa only knows what she felt and saw when I was hit.

*Tuk’s Dream*

He’s yelling at her again. This time, he’s too mean. He’s always mean to her. I was listening to them argue until I heard him say “You will not watch Tuk anymore.” What?! No no no please. I run to get mom to help me stop the argument. Then I run back back to go inside and stop it. As soon as I walked in dad threw a glass handle, headed right to me but it was obviously not intended for me…but for my sister. My mind didn’t process how fast it was, I could just hear her voice

“Tuk! No!” It hit her so bad, she fell to the floor with glass cut into her face. “Y/n? Y/n?” No, no not like this. I whistle out to her crying in between, praying to Eywa to have her whistle back to me. Let me know she’s ok.

“No! No! What have you done! Mom help! No Y/n! You’re gonna be fine, your gonna be ok. Not my sister, please not my sister.” Mom rushes in “Jake, carry her NOW. We have to take her to my mother.” I run as I follow them, yelling out to Y/n in hopes she’ll wake up and hear me. “Y/n! You’re going to be ok! I’m right here!” Then we made it to grandmother’s and she got to work quick.

I turn to dad ready to speak my mind. Like I was taught. “Y/n is hurt because of you. I don’t know why you get so mad at her. But it is not an excuse for you to hurt her. She will never be good enough for you will she?…no matter how hard she tries. She’ll never be strong enough…she’ll never be perfect enough…Y/n stopped trying with you because you only saw the worst in her. She loves this family. You’re the one that doesn’t care. You’re the one who’s…reckless! She could die because of you.” I was mad. I will not hide it in order to make him feel comfortable. I hold zero mercy for someone who clearly didn’t care. I walk away towards Y/n, ignoring him calling my name. Ignoring him give me his sad voice and pleads. My heart is still racing. It hurts. She’s alive but, nothing will bring me comfort knowing that she’s not sleeping willingly. She can’t wake up. She’s just stuck in transit right now. *

She wakes up scared, screaming my name. “Tuk? It’s ok, it’s ok I’m right here. Don’t worry I’m not leaving you. I’ll protect you. I’m here sunshine.” She sobs into my arms “I can’t sleep. Let me sleep with you. Please.” “I’ll never deny you sunshine, let’s just clean up first. We’re dirty right now. Once we’re done we can sleep.” So we did just that and as we are laying down tuk decides to ask a question “c-can you sing me to sleep? Like when I was a baby…I’m just too distracted right now.” I give a small laugh and agree. We haven’t done this in so long, I missed it. She’s getting so big.

“Moonbeams and starlight, magical twilight

The warmest ray, hear it whispering your name

Rainbows at midnight, sparking night skies

Don’t go away, stay another day.”

I can feel her peacefully sleep and soon I follow her….

💕!

I tried making this my last part, but I just can’t rush it. I want more sister moments, more ********* moments. Can’t give too much away 🤭 Hopefully Y/n and Tuk can catch a break soon. 💔

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thecollectionsof · 1 month ago

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a little goodecox moment :)

(this isn’t for a fic or anything i just thought it would be cute)

“Jackie, darling, could you grab me a coat?” Gigi lazily waves towards the closet, her eyes still half-shut as she slowly wakes up from her nap.

Jackie hums as she nods, walking to the closet and grabbing the coat of hers that she thought Gigi would most likely pair with her outfit. It was still something that made her feel warm, even with the forewarning earlier today that Gigi would like to wear one of her coats later, please, since it decided to be cold as hell today—

Wait.

“Darling?” she asks, stuck between the desire to look at Gigi to gauge her reaction and the desire to look at literally anything else.

She must look like a mess, but it was justified. Gigi called her darling.

A glance she doesn’t remember deciding to take shows her that Gigi’s eyes are open, and wide, as if she wanted to take it all back. But she can’t, because she said it and Jackie heard it and it’s been a little too long to be able to claim it as a joke.

“Um, sorry, it slipped out. I won’t—“

“No! It’s good. It's... cool. I like it.” Jackie cuts her off, finally getting the courage to actually look at her. She’s still sprawled on Jackie’s couch, but it isn’t with the same ease and familiarity that it’s been since Crystal introduced them. She looks like she’s frozen in place, but Jackie’s words melt some of the tension off her shoulders.

“Oh. Okay. Cool.” Gigi lets out a breath after she says it, and Jackie knows how she feels. They’re too old to be doing this awkward, tentative flirting, but it’s different when it’s Gigi. Something about Gigi seems to revert her back to her awkward, teenage self—crushing hard but too nervous to do anything about it.

She was just too pretty and funny and sweet. It turns her brain off to an embarrassing degree—she has a doctorate, for fuck's sake, and she can't flirt with one pretty girl. But it's different, of course, because it's Gigi.

Jackie clears some of the distance between them, holding out the coat. “Here. I have others I can use, but this one matches.”

"Thanks." Gigi isn't looking at her as she sits up and takes a sip from the cup of water Jackie had brought her before her nap, her face glowing a brilliant red. It's probably mirrored by the blush she knows she's wearing, but Gigi's reluctance to make eye contact helps her feel a little bolder.

"Anytime, honey."

Gigi chokes on her water, finally looking up at Jackie. Jackie just smiles, exhilarated by the pet names and the butterflies in her stomach and Gigi. Gigi's wide eyes melt to be softer as she returns the smile. "We should go, huh?"

"Probably," Jackie agrees, wishing more than anything that they could stay in this private bubble for just a little longer. "They'll wonder where we are if we're late."

"That's your fault, Miss I-can't-help-it-if-I'm-always-early." Gigi stands up, entering Jackie's space closer than friends, but further than lovers. She can't bring herself to take the step forward that would let her embrace her, so she allows Gigi to lovingly swat her arm as she passes her to put on her shoes. "You had your shoes on before you even woke me up, and nobody would bat an eye if I showed up in an hour."

"But you're with me, so we need to be on time!" Jackie shoots back, shaking her head at Gigi's antics. She can feel the fond smile on her face, but she doesn't think Gigi will blame her for it. She doesn't think she could even hide it if she wanted to.

"But I'm with you," Gigi nods with a slightly out of place air of finality. Did she mean it like— "so let's go, Jacks. Places to be, people to see!"

Gigi will be the death of her one day, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She steps through the door Gigi's holding open for her, and they set out to meet their friends together, but not yet together.

Not yet. But maybe not ever.

#inspired by queen of goodecox and wonderful person aqpippin #idk it just feels like a goodecox day #there's a chance i'll add a real beginning and throw this onto ao3 but. maybe i won't who knows :) (not i)#goodecox #gi writing? it's more likely than you think

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chronicowboy · 1 year ago

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you left your mark on this heart | 6k

(OR: buck is medically diagnosed with butterflies, it takes a medical professional for him to see the pattern right under his nose)

Buck isn't the same twenty-eight-year-old kid who pushes beyond all his boundaries and ignores an ache in his leg mindless of consequences until said consequences are coughed up with blood in front of his family and friends. He's grown, he's lived, he's died, and he's no longer defining himself by his job as the be-all and end-all. He's thirty-one, and his back aches after sleeping on Eddie's couch for a night, and he's maybe slightly terrified of returning to work after a bolt of lightning went through him like a carving fork through meat. So, he's almost relieved when he notices the oddity in his heartbeat.

The first time he notices it is when he escapes the endless rota of visitors at his loft for the warm embrace of the Diaz house. It's hard to focus on it when Eddie smiles at him like he's been waiting for this to happen since Buck left the hospital and yet still it's the smile of a man discovering he's won the lottery. It's hard to focus on it when Eddie calls him sir and looks at him like he's trying to see through Buck's chest to make sure his heart is still beating away—looks like he's trying to decide if it would be too much to ask to take care of Buck's heart for him, to tuck it right next to his own in his chest and promise to keep it going for as long as his. It's hard to focus on it when Eddie is unpicking all of his most carefully stitched wounds and laying his insides at Buck's feet just because he asked.

So, he forgets about it until Dr Salazar tells him he can go back to work.

"Unless there's anything else I should know," she says with a raised eyebrow when his silence lasts a little too long.

"I don't think it's anything, but..." Buck chews on his lips for a moment before rubbing an absent hand over his sternum. "Recently, I've been getting these... Flutters?"

It's a stupid word, makes him feel like a teenager discovering butterflies when their crush's hand brushes against theirs, but it's the only way he can describe the sensation. His heart doesn't race, it doesn't skip a beat or palpitate or clench—that's why it had been so easy to forget. It just... flutters. Two beats for the price of one before it falls back into it's normal rhythm as quickly as it had fallen out of it.

"Flutters," Dr Salazar repeats not unkindly. Buck nods, a light flush of embarrassment crawling across the bridge of his nose.

"I know how it sound and I really don't think it's anything to worry about, I just..."

"Better safe than sorry," she replies, examining something on her screen. "We've done so many tests, Buck. There's not a single anomaly in your heartbeat. You have one of the healthiest hearts I've ever seen considering that you just got struck by lightning." She shrugs slightly. "So, I think you're probably right about it being nothing. But I want you to grab a notebook from the store on your way home and just start jotting down whenever it happens. Date, rough time, where you are, what you're doing, anything that might be relevant. I'll schedule a follow-up appointment for a week from now, and we'll look at your findings together. Does that sound okay?"

"Yeah, that's good actually." Buck takes a deep breath, rubbing his palms on his jeans. "Can I still go back to work or..."

"I don't see why not." She smiles at him gently, understanding. "But if you want to wait, that's more than okay. Always good to be cautious after something like this. And I'm grateful that you've told me about this, I know you might not have a few years ago." Buck knows that it's part of her job to read his medical history, to find out about blood clots and pulmonary embolisms, but it still makes him uneasy all the same, being known like this, for his worst moments. "If the flutters get worse, start feeling more dangerous than just flutters, do not hesitate to call me or check yourself into urgent care. And I know you're surrounded by people with extensive medical knowledge, so I recommend telling at least one of them. Especially a colleague if you are going back to work. Just so there's someone to look out for you in case it does get worse."

"Okay." Buck sighs, nods to himself. "Thanks, doc. See you in a week."

"See you in a week, Buck." Dr Salazar walks him to the door, grabbing a lollipop from the jar by the exit just before he goes. "For telling me." She winks as she presses it into his hand, and Buck snorts as he tears the plastic away and pops it into his mouth.

(keep reading on ao3)

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#sami rambles #okay i had no idea how this got to 6k i was convinced it was like 3k max #i am absolutely terrible at guessing the length of fics what is wrong with me #anyway she's cute #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic

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kyokoyya · 2 months ago

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back between villages (akaashi keiji x y/n)

- ex to friends au, both of them are 24 years old, a little bit angsty, and fluff. ending's kinda rushed im so sorry:(

- 1.5k words

(i wrote this when i was sobbing to this song)

taglist : open!

The cold breeze of autumn is starting to hit your face as you walk down the streets of your old neighbourhood. You just finished your final semester in university, and while waiting for an internship, you came back here to visit a friend from high school.

As you let your steps walk down the neighbourhood, you suddenly stopped as you saw the small food stall by the road.

"Wow, this place is still here?" You thought. The memories of you and your friends will eat here every day after school because it's cheap and delicious. The aunt who owned this shop with her husband was so sweet too. It made you smile as you walked slowly towards the shop.

The shop is still bustling with customers, mostly teenagers from your old school. You opened the door and the ring bells. You looked around to see the same warm and cosy interior is still here, just a little bit of renovation here and there.

As you looked around, you were disrupted by a voice. "Oh child, is that you?" You turned your head towards the voice and saw the aunt, smiling at you like she used to smile a few years ago.

You smiled back at her and embraced her hands. "Yes, this is me, y/n. It seems you have not forgotten me."

You laughed a little as the aunt brought you to the seat at the nearby table. "How can I forget you when you and your friends used to be the loudest in here?" She said, and you laughed, remembering how this shop will be full of laughter that came from your friend group alone.

"What would you like to eat? I will make it for you." The aunt offered free food, but I refused, politely, of course. "Ah, I'm just passing through, aunt. I happened to see how your shop is still busy after all these years; how lucky!" You exclaimed.

After seconds passed, your eyes started to wander around, probably to search for a familiar silhouette of her husband. "Where's uncle? Is he working today?" You asked as your eyes focused on her back.

Suddenly, her expression became gloomy. "Ah... child, he died last year because of lung cancer. Your friends never told you?"

Your smile disappeared, and guilt started to swallow you. "I'm sorry... I didn't know.. condolences to you." You bite your lips, feeling sad and thinking about how you never managed to find out what's happening in your hometown after you graduated.

"It's okay; he had no regrets. His last wish was to renovate this shop, and his wish was granted. He is happy, and so am I." She let out a sigh and looked around the shop, built from the memories of her and her husband, built from love.

You smiled softly hearing that he lived his life to the fullest and stayed happy till the end of his breath. "I adore both of you so much, you know that." You said before continuing. "You both love each other so much; I can see that. Please always be happy for him."

The aunt smiled and hugged you, which caught you off guard, but you returned her warm hug. It feels nice and homely. You both talked for a bit and bid goodbye.

As you walked for a few minutes, you stopped at a nearby park to rest for a few minutes. As you were walking to a coffee truck to buy a drink, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You reached for it to see a message that was sent by your friend, Alisa.

Hello y/n, I'm sorry, but there's been an emergency!!! I need to go home asap, so sorry i can't make it today :( I'll make it up to you ! Sorry again, y/n !

You were speechless by the message, but nonetheless, it's not like you can force her or something. You put back your phone inside your pocket and ordered an iced hazelnut latte. You paid for your drink and went to search for a bench.

As you looked around, you spotted a bench under the shade from a tree. You hurriedly walked there so that no one would get to sit there first before you. You secured your seat, and you sighed softly as you took your seat.

"I hope no birds will poop on me, please. " You said as you looked above at the trees, and thankfully there were no birds. You take a sip of your drink while enjoying the lake in front of you. There were a few ducks swimming, and a couple giving them bread crumbs to eat.

Suddenly you were reminded of this one memory that you had hid behind your brain for years, but managed to slip out today. You used to be in that spot, with your boyfriend— well, ex boyfriend now— feeding the ducks.

It was a bittersweet memory. His name is... what was it? Akaashi Keiji. Keiji. He's a nice man, a nice partner, and a funny friend. You both broke up because of different opinions on study pathways and different future preferences. But you broke up on good terms. It should be okay.

Right?

But it was never okay. Somehow, a good breakup hurts much more than a bad breakup. It made you wonder, What went wrong? What did you lack, or what could you do to prevent it from happening?

You sighed as you remembered all of those memories. You wished you could turn back time to make the right choices, but there weren't any "right" choices; it's all written down by destiny.

Without realising it, your eyes got teary as you kept reminiscing about those bittersweet memories, but it was all in the past. You quickly wiped those tears and grabbed your bag to maybe get away from there before you get more overwhelmed by the memories.

As you turned around, you accidentally felt like you hit someone. Your things scattered out from your bag onto freshly cut grass.

"Sorry, oh my gosh, I am so sorry." You dropped down to pick up your things and stuff them into your bag before standing back up. "I didn't see you there. I am so sorry—". This very familiar face right in front of you.

The universe is being rough on you today. Or being helpful.

You stared at the man standing right in front of you. You know that face very well. "Keiji....".

He stared back at you, surprised to see your face too. "Y/n.. what are you doing here?". He asked, but his eyes are busy scanning your face, which he hasn't seen in so long. He felt the strings in his heart tugging, unsure if it's because of happiness or sadness.

Ever since you both broke up right after graduation, he had lost contact with you. And it stayed like that for years, and now, here you are. Showing up in front of him on a random day, still gorgeous but a more mature version of you. He couldn't stop staring at you, but he's trying to not be a freak after so long.

"I am here to visit home. And, was supposed to meet up with Alisa, but she suddenly has an urgent matter to attend to. ". You replied while still looking at his face. His features have grown more mature, making him look more handsome than before. You won't deny it.

"Ah, that's why."

Both of you stood there awkwardly in silence, thinking how to continue this conversation.

"How are you, y/n?" Keiji asked the question towards you. He gestured to the bench to invite you to sit together. You took a seat and set down your bad beside you. You look at the ducks swimming not far from where you both were.

"I'm doing fine. A little busy with internship preparation though.". You said before looking at him. "How about you, Keiji?". He smiled, kicking the stones near his feet.

"Normal, currently having my internship at my friend's company. " "That's wonderful." You said while looking at him.

Somehow the atmosphere between both of you is calming and peaceful, even though you were lovers before, but you were friends first. And maybe friends also now.

"I missed you." Keiji said casually while staring at your face, and he smiled softly. Of course he missed you, he misses you every single day. His mind is full of you ever since he first met you, and you never left his mind even once.

You laughed a little when he uttered those words. "You haven't changed a bit. " You smiled while looking at him.

"Keiji, what do you think of, starting again as friends?" You suggested the idea to Keiji. It's never wrong to start again, right? After all, you both are also friends but too careless to move on to a relationship.

The only right way is to start over, it won't hurt. "I'm in, y/n. ". You both giggled and looked at the lake scenery.

Maybe it will work this time, both of you know and want it, but this time, more careful steps are going to be taken.

"Are you not going to say you miss me back?""Shut up, Keiji; of course I miss you."

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cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving · 9 months ago

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POV

It’s Valentine’s Day

The farmer is singing along to wheatus’s Teenage dirtbag, whilst they prepared a Valentine’s Day movie night in with Homemade Pizza & Pepper poppers for the pair of them. Shane walks in on them but they don’t notice him until they hear him singing the part ‘I got two tickets to iron maiden baby, Come with me Friday, don't say maybe. I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you…’ They slowly turn around to face him they were stood in a flour covered apron with the pizza base shaped out into a large circle, the farmer was just about to add the toppings to the pizza. They gave him a loving heart warming smile, utterly melting at not only the sight of their beloved partner Shane but hearing him singing along to a cherished song of theirs, definitely makes them so giddy & weak in the knees. The Farmer shuffled over to Shane wrapping their arms around him in a tight loving embrace, peppering his face with kisses. The farmers hands slowly lowered from around Shane’s neck, slowly moving to caress Shane’s cheek. Feeling his stumble against their thumb, not minding it one bit, they loved his five o’clock shadow, it suited him. Both the farmer & Shane stared lovingly at one another, their hearts quickened at the sight of one another. They both wanted to ravish each other in a tender loving kiss but they waited for the other to make the first move. Although they both loved each other very much they both had the same anxious thought process. They both overthought almost everything, it was a bad habit that they both were trying to get better at. The pair of them both leaned in for a kiss but due to the slight height difference between the farmer & shane, it didn’t end so well for the both of them. The two of them being impatient & just wanting to make out with each other lovingly & carnally at the same time resulted in bumping their heads together. It was painful but they both scrambled to kiss each other.

——— Highly suggestive smut below ———

Shane ended up pulling the farmer close to him by the hand, holding it tenderly & lovingly in his grasp close to his chest, his other hand gently resting under the farmers chin, nudging their head up so their eyes meet. This time taking it slowly, even though they were both hungry for each others lips. The farmer felt themselves blushing hard, their cheeks were glowing a tinge of pinky red, their eyes slightly adverted from Shane’s. They bite their lip timidly, their eyes returned to his gaze. No words uttered between them, Shane smirked softly, before leaning in closer to you, lips almost touching, the pair of them both closed their eyes as Shane, gently teased the farmer in a playful loving way by ghostly dragging his lips across theirs. The farmer gasps softly at the sensation. Craving for their lips to just crash against each other in a heated passionate frenzy. Shane was a tease, he couldn’t help himself. Shane knew he too wanted to get into a messy heated kiss but he also wanted to hear the farmer, beg a little. Shane lowered his head, pressing it into the crook of the farmers neck, breathing in their scent. He knew he had to pace himself control himself, he couldn’t let his urges & desires ruin this. He slowly left soft gentle kisses against their neck. The farmer, trembled slightly, their breath hitched upon the contact of his lips against their neck. He knew their neck was their weak spot, they would agree to just about anything. However, he would always double check with them that they were sure they wanted to go ahead with whatever was asked. They both wanted to make sure that they were both okay with what was asked & agreed on using safe words or triple tapping their thigh to signal they wanted to stop. Consent was everything, it was sexy. They would never do anything to hurt one another & if things got too much for either one they both would take the time to talk it out, cuddle & clean up. Aftercare was highly important to the both of them. Shane slowly deepened his kisses against the farmers neck, occasionally dragging his tongue along their neck. This really made the farmer weak to their knees, they were trembling, their free hand scrambled to find something to grab a hold of, cling too. They placed their trembling hand onto his shoulder, gripping it tightly. They didn’t utter a word but Shane could hear them attempting to suppress their whimpers, their tiny little moans. ❛Cmon now pumpkin, don’t be shy…Let daddy hear those pretty little moans spill from those pretty lips of yours. It’s just the two of us love…❜ Shane spoke in a soft tone of voice. The farmer in all honesty was rather shy, Shane was their first serious relationship, their first serious partner. They didn’t want to mess up this relationship they had with Shane.

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homesickwhispers · 1 month ago

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welcome home. (part 1.)

(Van X Reader)

After a long tour, you and Van finally travel back to your hometown.

As we arrived in my city, everything seemed to fall into place.

The scent of the sea hit me first, filling the car with that familiar salty air that I had missed so much.

The warmth of the sun and the breeze that danced through the open window felt like a warm embrace, like my home was welcoming me back in the best possible way.

In that moment, it felt like I had never left.

I grinned like a child, my eyes stinging with happy tears at the sight of the streets I had grown up on.

My dad was at the wheel, focused on the road, while my mom sat beside him, her excitement palpable as she glanced back at me and Van.

Her little girl was now 23, living on a whole other continent and walking around with a boyfriend.

So many changes in such a short time, and yet for my mother, I would always be her little one. I could almost see the memories flickering in her eyes—the little girl who used to play fake concerts in the living room, and the teenager who had experimented with hair dye and tattoos.

My parents didn’t speak much English, but that didn’t stop my mom from trying to make small talk with Van.

She smiled at him warmly, her words a little hesitant but full of kindness. “Van, you… like… city? Is good, yes?” she asked, her thick accent wrapping around every syllable as she pointed outside the car window.

Van, ever the charmer, gave her a genuine smile as he ran his hands through his hair and nodded. “Yes, it’s beautiful. I can see why (Y/N) loves it so much.”

My mom beamed at his response, clearly proud, even if she didn’t catch every word. “ (Y/N)… always… love home,” she added, glancing back at me with that look only moms give when they’re proud.

“Yes, I do, mom” I said, grinning back at my mom, feeling the warmth of home settle even deeper in my chest. Her smile grew wider, and I could see the happiness in her eyes, the kind of joy that comes from seeing your child return after a long time away.

Van glanced over at me, giving my hand a soft squeeze, as if he wanted to tell me something.

He didn’t. But he didn’t even need to. The look in his eyes told me he didn’t need words, to understand just how much this moment meant to me.

I glanced back at him, feeling like my heart might burst. His blue eyes caught the sunlight, making him look almost ethereal—more like an angel than usual.

It was one of those moments where I couldn’t quite believe he was real, let alone sitting beside me, here in my world.

I chuckled softly, noticing how overdressed we both were compared to the casual vibe of my city. Van, with his stylish jacket and polished boots, looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine, while I was dressed completely in black, still picking my clothes as if I was a roadie on tour.

“We’re sticking out like sore thumbs, huh?” I said, glancing down at my clothes and then back up at him.

Van smirked, looking around. “A bit, yeah. But we make it look good, don’t we?” He nudged me lightly, the playful glint in his eyes making me laugh.

“Maybe we should’ve just worn flip-flops and shorts, We’re in Brazil, after all.” I teased.

“We still have plenty of time for that, love,” he replied with a grin.

As we fall into silence for a bit, it was my dad’s time to try and talk to Van. I couldn’t hide how much fun I was having with that.

His Portuguese accent was thick, and I could hear the effort he put into speaking English. “Van, (Y/N) say you two in band. How she do?

“She’s amazing..muito bem!” Van said, glancing at me with that soft look in his eyes, I had no idea he learned that phrase. “She’s been a huge support for us. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.”

“(Y/N) very special girl. You take care?” my dad asked, looking directly at Van, his protective nature coming through despite the language barrier.

“I promise,” Van replied earnestly, meeting my dad’s gaze without hesitation. “I’ll always look out for her.”

“Good,” my dad said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He turned to me, “You happy?”

“I am, Dad,” I said, my heart swelling. “Really happy.”

The warmth of that moment wrapped around us, making the air feel electric. It was important for Van to see this side of my life—the family who had shaped me, the roots that grounded me.

As the conversation flowed between me and my parents in Portuguese, I glanced over at him, who was sitting beside me, looking content despite not understanding a word.

Every now and then, I’d lean over to translate bits of the chat for him, but he just smiled, his hand still holding mine since we left the airport, completely at ease in the moment.

“You okay?” I asked softly, giving him a small nudge.

“More than okay,” he replied, his accent making the words sound warmer somehow. “I just like watching you with them… it’s nice.”

His response made my heart flutter, and I couldn’t help but smile. Despite the language barrier, Van seemed happy just to be part of this world I grew up in, even if it felt miles away from the life we shared on tour.

My dad said something about the beach, and I quickly translated, “He wants to take us to the beach tomorrow.”

Van’s eyes lit up, “Beach sounds perfect.”

I grinned, feeling grateful for how easily he fit into this part of my life. It was a side of me he hadn’t seen before, and somehow, it felt like another piece of us falling into place.

“I already knew you were marriage material but I might start calling you husband way sooner if you keep acting like this.”

Van chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he squeezed my hand. “Oh yeah? Husband material, eh?” he teased, leaning in slightly. “I’m just here impressing the in-laws, love. You make it sound like a challenge.”

I laughed, feeling the warmth between us. “Well, you’re doing a damn good job so far,” I said, glancing at my parents who were still chatting away, oblivious to our little exchange.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. “Guess I’ll just have to keep this up, then. Might get myself a nice little upgrade from ‘boyfriend’ when we get back.”

I playfully rolled my eyes, though my heart swelled with happiness. “You better,” I joked. “The bar’s been set high now.”

Van grinned, pulling me closer for a quick kiss on the temple. “Challenge accepted.”

“Also..” Van said pulling back a bit so our eyes can meet “…ya sound pretty damn hot when you speak Portuguese.”

I felt my cheeks flush at his words, a shy smile spreading across my face. “Stop it.” I laughed softly, nudging him playfully. But I couldn’t help the warmth that bubbled up inside me at his compliment.

Van leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “I’m serious, love. You’re glowing. It’s like you’re in your element here, and I’m lucky enough to watch.”

I bit my lip, trying to hide my grin. “Well, maybe you just like not understanding what I’m saying,” I teased, looking up at him with a glint in my eye.

“Nah,” he said with a wink. “It’s not about the words. It’s you. Always you.”

I shook my head, but my heart fluttered at his words. “You’re too much, you know that?”

He smiled, his fingers intertwining with mine. “I’m just getting started.”

As we drove home, the familiar streets of my childhood passed by, filled with memories.

The air was warm, and the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a soft glow in the car.

I couldn’t help but laugh when my dad turned on the radio and “Cocoon” filled the car.

“Really, Dad?” I teased, glancing over at him. “You’re just trying to embarrass me now, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief, knowing exactly what he was doing.

I leaned back against Van’s chest, feeling safe and happy in his embrace as the music played.

He wrapped his arm around me, and I could feel him smiling against my hair.

“This is a good tune,” he said, looking down at me. “I see why you like these dudes so much.”

“Yeah, yeah, their lead singer is pretty hot,” I said jokingly, shooting a playful glance at him

He raised an eyebrow, feigning disbelief. “Oh, really? Good to know you have a type.”

As we drove on, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of gratitude for this moment—being back home, surrounded by my family, and sharing it all with Van.

The laughter, the warmth, and the comfort of the song wrapped around us like a familiar blanket, making everything feel just right.

I leaned into him a little more, feeling like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

“Welcome home, love” He said, kissing me softly as we parked into my house before going to help my dad with our luggage.

When Van and I reached my parents’ house, I knew exactly what I’d look for first.

We had barely stepped through the front door when my eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar white pool of fur that would be Doki, my childhood dog. There he was, resting peacefully in his little bed, his once energetic form now quiet and serene.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I knelt beside him, taking in the sight of my loyal companion who had been by my side for 15 years. One of my biggest fears when I left for the UK was never seeing him again. He was too old to travel, and my mom couldn’t bear the thought of being alone in the house without him.

But here he was, still holding on. Doki was too old for his usual excited barks and the wild rush to greet us at the door. Now, he just slept peacefully. But I was already so happy, just knowing he was here.

I gently caressed his fur, feeling the softness that had comforted me for years. “Hi, buddy,” I whispered. “Mama’s home.”

Van crouched down beside me, his warm presence grounding me in the moment. “Hi, little fella,” he said softly, stroking Doki’s fur alongside me.

There was a quiet understanding between us as we knelt there, sharing this small but deeply meaningful moment with the old friend who had seen me through so much.

“It’s so nice to see him again,” I said, turning to Van as I stood up.

Van smiled softly, standing up beside me. “I can tell how much he means to you,” he replied, his hand gently resting on my back.

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief and nostalgia wash over me. “Yeah… he’s been with me through everything. It’s like he understands without needing to do anything.”

Van looked at Doki, still resting peacefully. “It’s good he’s still here for you. Maybe he knew you’d come back to see him.”

His words brought a warmth to my heart, and I leaned into him, grateful for this moment and the quiet understanding between us. “I think so,” I whispered. Doki kept sleeping, snoring a bit and my eyes sparkled with love.

“Well..Ready to see my room?” I asked, a hint of excitement in my voice, trying to shake off the emotional moment.

Van raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Oh, absolutely. I’m curious to see where the magic happens.”

I laughed, feeling a flutter of nerves. “Magic? Don’t know about that…I don’t want to disapoint you, Rockstar.”

He chuckled, nudging me lightly. “That’s impossible. Lead the way, love.”

As we walked down the hallway, I felt a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. This was my space, my childhood, and it felt important to share it with him.

When we reached my room, I opened the door and stepped inside, gesturing for him to follow. “Here we are.” I said shyly.

The moment we stepped into my room, I could feel Van’s eyes scanning every inch of the space.

It was a small room, filled with little pieces of my past—old posters, books I’d never thrown out, and trinkets from my teenage years cluttering the shelves.

The bedspread was still the same from when I was fifteen, a soft pastel color with tiny floral prints that felt both nostalgic and embarrassing now that Van was here.

Van stepped in, his eyes wide as he took in the pink walls, the fairy lights strung across the ceiling, and all the little trinkets that had been part of my life for years. “Oh my God, there’s so much stuff in here, love!” he exclaimed, laughter in his voice.

“Yeah, my parents know their kid, they didn’t move a thing.” I said with a grin, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride.

He walked over to the wall where some of my childhood drawings were framed. “Always artsy, hm?” he mused, looking impressed.

I nodded, biting my lip, and then motioned towards a small shelf filled with stuffed animals and old trophies. “And a bit of a hoarder, apparently.”

He laughed again, shaking his head in amusement. “It’s charming. You’ve got a lot of history here.”

I felt my heart swell at his words.

Van walked over to one of the shelves, picking up a framed photo of me from what must have been my school graduation. His grin widened as he held it up. “You were adorable. How did you not tell me you used to have bangs?”

I cringed a little, taking the photo from him and setting it down. “Yeah, we don’t talk about that phase,” I said, shaking my head. “I was going for ‘chic’ but ended up more like a bowl cut.”

He leaned in, wrapping his arms around my waist as I sat down. “Well, I think it’s cute,” he whispered against my ear, and I could feel the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

“Wait, (Y/N).” He said walking to the other side of the room.

“Is that… me?” Van asked, pointing to the poster on my wall, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

I turned to look, and my eyes widened in horror as I spotted it—an old poster of Van from years ago, staring back at us.

“For fuck’s sake!” I muttered, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. “Oh my god, I totally forgot about that.”

We both burst out laughing, the kind of uncontrollable laughter that makes your stomach hurt. Van was practically doubled over, clutching his sides. “This is the best day of my life,” he gasped between laughs, wiping a tear from his eye.

I covered my face, still giggling. “I can’t believe this.”

Van shook his head, still grinning as he wrapped his arm around me. “I always knew you were my biggest fan.”

“You’re annoying but it’s true. I’m still your biggest fan…I’m so happy you’re here,” I whispered, my hand gently caressing his cheek.

Van leaned into my touch, his eyes soft as he looked at me. “I’m happy too, love. Can’t imagine being anywhere else.”

I looked around the room, feeling both vulnerable and oddly proud. “I haven’t slept in this bed in forever,” I admitted, it’s so crazy having you around here.”

Van pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “It’s kind of amazing, though. Seeing where you grew up, what surrounded you all those years before we met.”

As we settled into the room, Van’s eyes wandered again, and then suddenly, he burst out laughing. “Baby..What the fuck is that?” he asked, pointing up toward the ceiling.

I followed his gaze and winced when I saw it. My old fairy Barbie doll, dangling by a string from the ceiling with her glittery wings. “Oh, God… I forgot she was still up there.”

Van was practically doubled over in laughter. “Why is she…hangin’ like that?” he asked, catching his breath. “Is this some kind of ritual?”

I couldn’t help but laugh along, even as I cringed. “No! I don’t know. I think I was obsessed with her when I was younger, and at one point, I thought she’d look cool floating around like a real fairy. My dad hung her up there for me, and I just… never took her down.”

Van walked over, inspecting the fairy Barbie like it was some sort of relic. “She’s just… up there. Forever watching over you.”

I rolled my eyes, grinning. “Yeah, well, she’s probably judging me right now for bringing a boy in here.”

He turned back to me with that cheeky grin I couldn’t resist. “Nah, don’t worry, love. I reckon fairy Barbie’s well chuffed with me. Probably givin’ me the thumbs up right now.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, his lips brushing the side of my head. “Fairy Barbie approves of us.”

When his eyes left the doll, Van quickly found something else to catch his attention, carefully grabbing my old guitar

“Why don’t you sing me a song, love?” Van said, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

I rolled my eyes at him, but the truth was, I could never resist when he asked.

It was something about the way he said it—like he genuinely wanted to hear me, like it wasn’t just a request, but a kind of connection between us.

We squeezed into my small, pink bedroom—Van sat on the edge of the bed, knees bent, while I settled cross-legged on the floor, guitar resting in my lap. His eyes followed my every move, amusement dancing in them, like he already knew what song I’d choose.

I strummed a few chords, easing into the familiar rhythm of “Anything.”

“Such a romantic,” he said softly, more to himself than me.

As I played, Van’s amusement turned into something deeper. He watched me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered, his eyes full of something I could never quite put into words. It wasn’t just love—it was like he saw all the pieces of me, even the ones I wasn’t ready to show.

The song came to an end, the final note fading into the air, and I glanced up at him. He hadn’t moved, still perched on the edge of the bed, a soft smile on his lips.

“You alright there?” I teased, setting the guitar aside.

Van leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “You know,” he said quietly, “you’ve got a way of makin’ everything around you disappear when you sing. It’s just you. Nothin’ else.”

My heart swelled at his words. There were so many things I didn’t feel sure of in this world, but with Van, moments like this made me feel like maybe I could be. Even just for a little while.

“Alright, enough of the show,” I said, standing up and stretching. “Go take a shower while I find us some space to unpack here.”

Van laughed softly, wrapping his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his chest. “My bossy girl,” he teased, his breath warm against my ear. “Love you.”

I smirked, turning my head to catch his eyes. “I just gave you the performance of the year, and you’re calling me bossy?”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Aye, well, you’re brilliant at both—performin’ and bossin’ me around.” He winked before heading towards the bathroom, leaving me shaking my head with a smile.

As Van took his shower, I slipped out of the room and went to my parents’ bathroom to take mine as well. The warm water cascaded over me, and I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how natural it felt to have him here.

Tonight, my friends and family were throwing a welcome party for me and Van, and I was bursting with excitement, yet nerves twisted in my stomach.

It felt surreal to finally be back home, surrounded by the people I loved the most, and I could hardly believe that Van would be there with me.

He was my first boyfriend, the first man I was introducing to my parents. It was a big deal—an insane leap for me, especially considering how guarded I had always been about my relationships. I had shared so much of my life with Van, and now I was ready to let him into my world completely.

As I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my hair and smoothing out my dress, my heart raced at the thought of everyone gathering, laughing, and celebrating, but my mind kept circling back to Van. What if he didn’t like them? What if he felt out of place?

I heard a soft knock at the door before it opened slightly, and Van peeked in, a playful grin on his face. “You ready, love? The party’s about to start, I can hear your friends from up here.”

His easy demeanor was infectious, and it calmed some of the nerves fluttering in my stomach. “I guess so. Just nervous.”

“You look beautiful,” he said, stepping fully into the room and leaning against the door frame. “And trust me, they’re going to love you. They’re doing all this for you.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. “What about you? You’re the one who’s actually meeting my family.”

He shrugged casually, though I could see a hint of excitement in his eyes. “I’m just as nervous, but it’s all good. Just think of it as another show, right? I’ll charm them.”

I laughed, appreciating his playful confidence. “Yeah, but this is just a little different than being on stage.”

“True, but I promise I’ll do my best to impress them. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine.”

I took a deep breath, finally feeling ready. “Okay, let’s do this.”

As we walked out of my room and into the living space, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, and the familiar warmth of home wrapped around me. I felt Van’s hand slip into mine, grounding me amidst the excitement.

“Remember, I’ve got your back,” he whispered as we stepped into the gathering.

The minute we stepped into the place, I let go off of Van and went straight running into my best friend’s arms.

I felt a group hug forming as my closest friends gathered around us, laughter and joyful shouts echoing in the air. Their familiar warmth enveloped me, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. The nerves, the anxiety, the expectations..It was just me and them, like old times.

“I can’t believe you’re really back!” Emily exclaimed, squeezing me tightly. “It feels like ages since you left!”

“I missed you all so much,” I replied, blinking back tears of happiness. The overwhelming sense of belonging washed over me, and I felt lighter than I had in months.

I cried while hugging them, the overwhelming emotions crashing over me like waves. Gosh, I had cried so many times today. I could feel the warmth of their support wrapping around me, a comforting blanket against the chaos of my thoughts.

I tried to talk to as many people as I could, weaving through the crowd of familiar faces that filled the room.

My friends looked as amazing as ever, each of them radiating their unique energy and style. I couldn’t stop thinking about how proud I was of each of them—their growth, their achievements, and the incredible journeys they had embarked on since I left for the UK.

“(Y/N)! You look so good!” one of them, Carla, exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “You’ve changed so much since you moved! It’s like you’ve blossomed into this whole new person!”

“Thanks! I feel like I have, too,” I admitted, smiling as I hugged her tightly. “Being on tour has been an experience of a lifetime.

I don’t know how many times I’ve repeated, ‘This is Van, my boyfriend to different people. And my smile grew wider every time I said it. It was my favorite thing ever.

As I turned to look for him after catching up with Carla, my heart swelled with pride and affection. He was talking to my best friend Emily, laughing easily as if he’d known her forever. The way he effortlessly interacted with her made my heart flutter, solidifying what I felt deep down.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He was animated, leaning in as she shared a story, his laughter filling the air. As Emily caught me admiring them, she raised an eyebrow and teased, “Are you alright?”

“I just love you two so much,” I said, stepping closer to them, warmth flooding my chest at the scene before me.

“I was telling Emily how much you used to talk about her when we were touring,” Van said, glancing between us with that charming smile of his.

“I couldn’t believe it, (Y/N). Did you really?” Emily asked, feigning shock.

“Of course, Em, you’re my everything. Anyone that loves me knows your name,” I replied, feeling a mix of pride and fondness for my friendship with her.

“Well, and I was telling Van about how you used to talk about him to me all the time too,” Emily added, her grin widening mischievously.

“Okay, okay, now that’s enough!” I laughed, playfully shoving her shoulder. The embarrassment crept up my neck, but I couldn’t deny the happiness bubbling inside me.

Van chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “I’m flattered, really. I had no idea I was such a hot topic.”

I rolled my eyes, but the smile on my face was undeniable. This was the life I had dreamed of—my best friend and the man I cared about finally coming together, sharing laughs, and getting to know each other.

“I need to know what exactly were you talking about?”

“Oh, just ranking all your embarrassing moments as a teenager,” Emily teased, crossing her arms and leaning back, clearly enjoying herself.

Van raised his eyebrows, pretending to consider whether he should share. “Yeah, well, I need to know what kind of dirt she got on my girlfriend.”

I gasped, looking at Emily in mock horror. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Van, did you know…(Y/N) lost her virginity to a Catfish and the Bottlemen song?”

Van looked at me, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Now, that’s a story I need to hear. What song?”

I rolled my eyes, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. “Okay, fine! It was ‘Cocoon’ if you must know,” I admitted, throwing my hands up in mock surrender.

“No way!” Emily exclaimed, barely containing her laughter. “That’s so fitting! You were practically obsessed with that song!”

“Hey, I was young and in love!” I shot back, trying to defend my choice. “And it’s a great song!”

Van chuckled, leaning closer, clearly enjoying the moment. “Yes, it is! I mean, if that’s what it took for you to be with me, then I’m all for it.”

“Shut up!” I laughed, swatting at his arm. “You’re not supposed to encourage this.”

“Too late,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think it’s sweet. It makes the whole thing a bit romantic, doesn’t it?”

“It’s terrible!” I exclaimed, burying my face in my hands. “Can we please talk about something else?”

“Maybe we can talk about the day when (Y/N) stepped on a stage for the first time.”

“Ok, Em. You have seen too much. Too much.”

Van grinned, leaning in as he rested his arm on the back of my chair. “Oh, now this, I’ve gotta hear,” he said, looking at Emily for more details.

Emily shot me a mischievous smile, completely ignoring my protest. “It was at the back of this crusty bar, you know, the type with sticky floors and everything smelling like weed,” she started, already laughing as she painted the scene.

“Oh God,” I muttered, covering my face with my hands. “I can’t believe we’re going here.”

“She was so nervous, bless her,” Emily continued, clearly enjoying every second. “She had practiced for weeks, but the second she got up there, she just started laughing—like, uncontrollable giggles.”

Van’s laughter rumbled beside me. “Oh, really? Sounds like something you’d do,” he teased, nudging me with his elbow.

“I couldn’t help it!” I defended, peeking out from behind my hands. “It was ridiculous! I mean, the place smelled awful, and someone kept shouting for me to sing Wonderwall. I lost it!”

“She did,” Emily confirmed. “And then, when she finally pulled herself together, she sang her heart out. Honestly, despite the chaos, you were amazing.”

I felt a surge of warmth at her words, though I tried to brush it off with a playful eye roll. “Yeah, sure, amazing in a crusty bar.”

Van shook his head, smiling down at me. “I would’ve loved to see that. Laughs and all.”

“But trust me, it was far from glamorous.” I shot back, grinning.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over the back of my hand. “I would’ve still been there, front row, cheering you on.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words.

“I remember when she got her first tattoo hidden from her mom and couldn’t wear tank tops or anything that showed her arms for three whole years!”

Van’s eyes widened as he turned to me, a grin spreading across his face. “Wait, wait. You really hid your tattoo from your mum for three years? That’s dedication.”

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Yeah, well, I was seventeen and thought I was so rebellious. Got a tattoo on my shoulder, and my mum would’ve killed me if she found out.”

Emily chimed in with a laugh. “She wore long sleeves, jackets, scarves, you name it—even in the middle of summer. I have no idea how you survived that, (Y/N).”

Van chuckled, shaking his head. “I bet she figured it out eventually, didn’t she?”

I nodded, smiling at the memory. “Oh, she did. Three years later, I finally worked up the courage to tell her, and she just stared at me and said, ‘I’ve known this whole time.’”

Van burst out laughing. “Of course she knew. She’s your mum. They always know.”

I leaned into him, my cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, but it felt good to laugh about it now. “Well, at least I didn’t get grounded for life.”

He grinned down at me, still amused. “I can’t believe you went to all that trouble for a tattoo. You’ve got to show me which one it was later.”

I smirked. “Oh, trust me, you’ve seen it plenty of times. You just didn’t know the backstory.”

“Hey…Since we’re talking about trouble..” Em said grinning.

“Oh God, what is it now?” I let out a cry, already feeling defeated.

“I remember damn well…When (Y/N) got her breasts pierced and passed out in my mom’s car.”

Van nearly choked on his drink, eyes wide with surprise as he looked between Emily and me. “Wait, what?” he said, clearly trying to stifle his laughter. “You got your—”

“Emily, I swear to God,” I interrupted, wiping at my eyes as I laughed so hard I started crying. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Emily just grinned, completely unapologetic. “Because it’s hilarious! You passed out in my mum’s car. My mum, (Y/N)! I’m pretty sure she was heading to church and I had to make her come pick us up at that weird tattoo place!” She paused to breathe “And then 5 minutes into the car, you turned completely pale, we were panicking! Thought we’d have to show your tits to the doctor!”

Van finally lost it, shaking with laughter. “Oh my God, love, you really went all out with that one, huh?”

I buried my face in my hands, groaning. “It was a bad decision, okay? And I’d really appreciate it if we could all forget about it forever.”

Van wrapped an arm around me, still laughing but trying to soothe me at the same time. “Nah, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that now,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “But don’t worry, I’m not judging. Just… picturing it is priceless.”

Emily patted my back. “Hey, you survived, and now you’ve got a great story to tell your kids someday.”

I groaned louder, playfully shoving her away. “I’m never telling anyone about this ever again.”

But despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop embarrassing you now,” she said with a smirk, giving us a bit of space. “Enjoy your party, Irmã.”

“Thank you, Emy.” I said as I leaned back to look at Van, pressing our foreheads together.

“Hey, you.”

Van smiled softly, his eyes flicking between mine as our foreheads touched. “Hi,” he whispered back, his breath warm against my lips.

I closed my eyes for a second, letting the moment settle around us. It was rare for everything to feel this simple and right. “I’m really glad you’re here, I’m sorry if it’s been a lot.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “Besides, I kinda like meeting all the people who helped make you, you.”

I chuckled softly. “Yeah? Even with Emily embarrassing me every five seconds?”

He grinned. “Especially because of that. I love you (Y/N), all of you. I’m the luckiest man ever for getting to live all of this.”

I laughed softly, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “You always have a way with words, don’t you?”

“Only with you, love,” he said, leaning in to press his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “I mean it. There’s no one else I’d want by my side through all this madness.”

I closed my eyes, letting the moment settle between us. “I love you too, Van,” I whispered, my hand brushing the side of his face. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

We stood there, the party continuing around us, but it felt like we were in our own little bubble—just us, and the weight of everything we felt for each other.

And in that moment, everything felt perfect—yet something inside me shifted.

As the final weeks of the tour began to settle in, Van had asked me multiple times to “spend some time with him” in his apartment. Each time, I brushed off the question, not ready to take that step.

But now, this felt as right as anything ever could.

“Babe.”

“Hm?” he replied, looking at me with curiosity.

“Let’s move in together.”

“What?”

“I mean it, Van I’ll move in with you.”

His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise and joy lighting up his face. “Really? Are you serious?”

I nodded, feeling my heart race. “Yeah, I am. It just feels right, you know? I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Van’s grin spread across his face, transforming his features. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that. I’ve been thinking about it so much, but I didn’t want to push you.”

I chuckled, warmth flooding my chest at his honesty. “Well, consider yourself pushed! I’m all in.”

He stepped closer, wrapping me in his arms and lifting me off the ground. “This is fucking perfect. I had no idea how I would live without you after tour. And now we are having our own place, love.”

“Yeah, and we can decorate it however we like,” I said, my mind racing with possibilities. “Goodbye fairy Barbies and pink sheets.”

He feigned a gasp, putting a hand to his heart. “What a tragedy! How will I ever survive without those?”

I laughed, nudging him playfully. “Trust me, you’ll be fine. You’ll learn to love my chaotic style.”

He chuckled, pulling back to look at me. “I’m all for it. Just promise you won’t take over the whole wardrobe. I need at least a few shirts left!”

“Only a few?” I teased. “I’ll try to leave you some space, but no promises.”

“Sounds like a fair compromise,” he said, his gaze softening. He leaned in and kissed me gently, our lips moving together like they were made to fit.

As we pulled apart, I felt a surge of exhilaration. This was it—our next adventure together, and I was ready for every moment of it.

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yuulina-vre · 1 year ago

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Fear - Chapter two

Summary: Y/N lives the life she always dreamed about. a job she loves, a fiancé that does everything for her, and a house she dreamed of. There are hiccups on the way, but Y/N's still pretty satisfied with where she stands in life. Though a word can be powerful, especially if it's said to the wrong person. Y/N would never have thought that she ever gets to experience how bad it can turn out. For her and the loved ones around her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: sexual content, descriptions of violence :)

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

As I open the door, I’m startled to find Bucky right in front of me. He looks exhausted, hair disheveled as if his hand had been running through it for a while. He’s not looking at me at first, but the second he notices me, his head shoots up, and a bright smile lights up his face. “Doll…” It’s breathless, silent, with some kind of awe. It almost makes me wonder if he thought I wouldn’t come home after our disastrous departure. “Hey.” I smile at him, a bit nervous, not really knowing how to start after we left off with such a fight. Though, Bucky doesn’t seem to have the same issue. With a few quick steps, he’s directly in front of me. His strong arms cone up and around me, enveloping me in a hug that feels warm, secure, and loved. Maybe even a bit desperate. It’s everything I knew I needed the whole week and more. His smell fills my nostrils, and my body relaxes from a weeklong tension. “I missed you.” I breathe it into Buck’s shoulder, letting go of my suitcase to wrap my own arms tightly around him, my nose buried into the crook of his neck. “I missed you, too. And I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll do better next time. I swear.” I don’t answer; instead, I hold him a bit tighter. We stay like that for a few moments longer, tightly intervened until Bucky presses a kiss to my temple. “Come on, doll. Let’s get you unpacked.”

He steps back and grabs past me to take the handle of the suitcase. He takes a few steps to the stairs but stops as he notices that I’m not following. He raises an eyebrow in question, silently asking me what’s wrong. I only smile at him, slowly rocking on the heels of my feet. I have other things in mind than washing up and getting into bed, and Bucky quickly seems to pick up on it as I continue smiling at him. So, he turns back to me, leaving my suitcase as it is, and steps back up to me. His arms softly come around me again, pulling me into an embrace that leaves me breathless. His blue eyes look right into mine, color intensifying. It’s my favorite shade of blue, slightly darkened with desire and shining with an amount of love and adoration I can’t even form words for. I can't move, and I don't want to. I’m right where I want - need – to be. Gently he presses his lips against mine, in a soft kiss. One hand holds me to him as it presses into my lower back while the other softly comes up to land on my neck, holding me in place; his thumb softly strokes what he can reach of my cheek. I return the kiss though I slightly giggle into it. My own hair tickles me as his thumb works. I can feel his own lips curve up into a smile. “That what you had in mind?” He whispers his words against my lips, and all I can do is nod as he starts kissing me again. I lift my own arms to throw them around his neck, pulling him even closer, our chests now pressed together.

The kiss turns a bit more intense, my brain slightly fogging up as I get lost in his warmth and his lips against mine. They’re soft and warm, incredibly skillful, and for a moment, I’m just content in staying here, in the middle of the entrance, kissing. However, it does feel more like making out like teenagers as his hand slowly wanders down. Though, just before he reaches the curve of my butt, it stops. The disappointment that starts flooding my senses quickly vanishes as his warm hand glides back up, under my shirt to softly caress the naked skin of my back. I hum at his touch, urging him to press even further into me, the kiss intensifying yet again as his tongue begs for entrance that I happily grant him. For a few more minutes, we stay right there until his lips slowly detach from mine, giving us the chance to catch our breaths.

He looks me in the eyes again, his smile wide and gentle on his lips. My hands loosen around his neck, only to frame his face in them. My thumbs softly stroke over days-old stubble, showing that he didn’t take as much care of himself as he usually does. A small bit of guilt floods me, knowing that I’m the cause of this, but Bucky gently takes one of my wrists in his hand and presses a kiss to my palm. Then he lets go again so I can run my fingers through his silky brunette hair.

“God, I love you. And I’m sorry, too.” His grin widens, and he leans forward to press another, chaste kiss against my cheek. I don't want him to stop, though. I want more. So, I raise my chin, offering my neck to him. All he has to do now is lower his head. And that's exactly what he does. We don’t need words, always knowing what the other wants and needs, sometimes even when the other one doesn’t know it themselves.

His lips connect with the soft skin under my ear, gently caressing and sucking. His hand, which had just moved tenderly along my spine, now finds its way forward, slipping around my side until his finger catches the underside of my breast and bra. He lets his fingers roam there for a second, stroking softly along the sensitive skin, letting shivers run down my body with anticipation. Then his hand lips under the fabric, cupping my breast gently. His lips continue their journey down my neck, sucking hickeys into the skin of my throat. As he gently continues sucking, I groan slightly. It feels so good. Time seems to stand still as we continue. I feel warm, every stroke of his hand, every kiss igniting a firework in my belly and on my skin, dousing my senses in a fog of pleasure. I take my hands off his face and let them wander over his own body, slowly and teasingly gliding along the spots I know he’s ticklish at. It makes him squirm a bit, snorting into my skin while kissing. “Mean.”

“Says you.” My hands continue downwards until they reach his waistband. I let them linger there, softly gliding along the rough fabric of his jeans before I slowly work on pulling his shirt from them. I allow myself to glide my finger over the soft skin of his stomach and hips, again humming in contend pleasure. I feel his abs twitch under my touch, his hips involuntarily bucking forward so I can feel that he’s already half-hard. His lips start reclaiming my skin, continuing their way down to my shoulder. The hand that second before rested on my neck now joins the other one under my shirt, caressing my skin just above the clasp of my bra. I shiver as the cool air of the room hits my heated skin. As if they have a mind on their own, my hands continue further down until they almost slip under his waistband, though they stop there, fingers starting to work on opening the button almost automatically. My fingers accidentally brush along his boxer shorts, emitting a low groan from him. With a teasing grin, I do it again and again until his hips buck up again and a growl leaves his lips, teeth warningly grazing my skin before he soothingly licks over the almost bite. I take the warning and stop my teasing, instead letting my hand finally slip into his pants. For a second, I just stroke the soft skin on his pelvis, loving the shudder that it sends through Bucky. Then I continue, embracing his shaft in a loose grip for now. A moan slips past my lips as I feel the weight of him in my hand. He, too, moans, hand instantly tightening around my breast, sending a blissful sensation of pain and pleasure through my nerves. His hands loosen from my chest and glide ticklishly down my body to a halt on my butt. They fit there nicely as if they were made to hold me. He squeezes once, twice, coaxing a moan from me. “Come one, pretty girl.” With a last squeeze, he urges me on and lifts me up, legs instantly wrapping around his hip, hands loosening their grip on his girth in favor of slinging them back around his neck to hold myself in his grip.

My lips find their way to his left ear, panting slightly into it before pressing a few little kisses right behind it. For a few more minutes, our lips find each other again. I can feel him moving, his bulge pushing right against my core, giving the both of us a teaser of the delicious friction we both crave.

He suddenly stops, detaching his lips from mine once again, and lets me lightly glide over the back of our sofa until I lay with my back on the seats. He jumps after me, shaking me in my lying position and startling a laugh from me. “Dork.”

“But you love it.” He grins crookedly, knowing exactly how much I love his dorkiness. Then he leans over me and begins to open my pants with wickedly skilled hands as his lips again attack my throat, this time paying special attention to the other side. His kisses slowly walk down my skin to my collarbone, where he sucks briefly and leaves a small red stain. His hands are nimble as one glides into my pants, finding its way along my hip to where I want him most, yet not fully reaching it. His other hand pulls my shirt up. Higher and higher until his other hand leaves my pants to join his left so I can lose the first piece of fabric. From my periphery, I see my shirt land somewhere by the rocking chair that’s facing the sofa, though I don’t pay it much attention as Bucky groans, admiring the skin he just revealed. “You’re so beautiful.” I grin up at the bright blue eyes, leaning up as best as I can, fingers intervening behind his neck to pull him down until our lips meet again in a heated fight for dominance. I can feel my body heating up, blood rushing through my veins, and the arousal deepening and intensifying. And then Bucky stops his motions in favor of being completely still and tense on top of me. At first, I don’t really register what happens, but the longer he stays like that, the more confused I get, so I open my eyes. Bucky’s face is one of concentration. Eyebrows are drawn together, eyes forming slits, and lips tightly pressed on one another. A confused sound escapes me as I stare at him. “Bucky, what is it?”

“I think I heard something.” His eyes lock on the closed sliding door to the kitchen. I follow his gaze, sitting up a bit to be able to look over the backrest and listen intently. I can see or hear nothing suspicious. I raise a questioning eyebrow, guessing Bucky’s messing with me. It’s not the first time he did something like that. “Weirdo,” I laugh, putting my hands on his cheeks and turning his head back in my direction. “That’s just your imagination. You want to keep me waiting, tease me?” Now he smiles again. A smile full of mischievous thoughts. “Certainly not. How could I?” His eyes speak otherwise, and I’m sure he’s planning something for next time. He picks up where he left off. One of his hands pushes my bra up, and his lips wrap around one of my nipples instantly while his other hand starts messaging the other breast. My head gets thrown into my neck, a loud ricocheting through the room, inciting Bucky to work even harder. My left hand flies up to bury into his long her, gripping and pulling hard, encoring him even more. “God.” I moan, almost feeling the satisfied grin against my skin. My right hand slips back into his pants to continue gripping him and stroking him to his full length as best as I can at that weird angle, but I don’t care. But then, I hear it too. We stop once again, immediately frozen in our positions. I can feel myself holding my breath as I listen intently.

Clinking. Then there’s something breaking, sounding like glass is falling onto the floor. Our eyes meet as Bucky pushes himself up a bit, hands leaving my body. My own hand slips from him, but otherwise, I’m still frozen on the spot I’m lying.

Something’s scratching. Breaking. It sounds like someone was walking over glass. My fingernails dig into Bucky’s arms as I try to steady myself in some way to stare at the kitchen door. “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky whispers, putting a finger on his lips to silence me as he slowly gets off of my legs and the couch. He slowly walks to our sideboard two meters away, mindful not to make a noise. He pulls out one of the drawers and takes out his weapon, which he always stores there. I jump up, pick up my T-shirt, and pull it back on after straightening my bra. Then I step up behind Bucky, tightly clutching his upper arm, as he lifts his weapon to be ready to defend us.

He rakes his neck, trying to see anything that’s going on in the kitchen through the tiny slit that the door creates. “Can you see anything?” I whisper lowly, hearing my own voice tremble in tandem with my body. Bucky steps forward, peering through the crack in the sliding door, then shakes his head. “Doll, stand over there by the sofa. And duck behind it, don’t come out.”

“What?! No! I’ll stay with you.” I argue, fingers holding even tighter onto him. “No, you don’t! Please, it’s dangerous.” He turns to me, expression serious and scared. Not scared for his own life but for mine. I know that instantly. But I can only stare at him in disbelief.

At that moment, the sliding door opens. Before we even can do anything, I see a flash of lightning, and a sound fills my ears that I can’t place. It sounds like something wet, paired with a gurgle. My eyes widen in shock as I see a black shadow behind Bucky. And Bucky just stares at me with wide eyes. My eyes direct back to him in fear, not really registering what just happened. My hands tighten on his arm as he moans loudly. It doesn’t sound as pleasant as before. No, it’s no moan of pleasure and arousal but of pain. “B-Bucky?” He sinks to the ground, left hand still holding mine, weapon still tightly clutched in one hand. Blood splashed on me as the knife raises and rushes back down. Mercilessly repeating its action. Bucky lets out sound after sound, eyes silently pleading me to leave, to run, but all I can do is stand there, frozen and shocked, not processing what just happens in front of me. All that while I’m forced to watch the black figure stab again and again into my fiancé’s weakening body.

#Bucky Branes #Bucky x Reader #Reader insert #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Female Reader #yuulina writes #Fear

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imhereforscm · 2 years ago

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Hi. Love you're fics.♥️

Can you write Tauxolouve x female goddess reader smut? Where both of them are virgins. They are super gentle with each other. Basically inexperienced , sweet, awkward first time.

Tauxolouve always appears so confident, so i just wanted to see him acting a bit out of character. 😁

It's OK if you don't want to write this.😅

"Sweet inexperience"

Genre: smut/fluff

Warnings: NSFW

A/N: Sweet, awkward first times is something I've been wanting to try so badly and you just gave me the opportunity, so thank you ☺️🌷 (I hope this piece is satisfying💖)

He spotted you in the crowd and his lips curled into a smile. His footsteps learned their purpose and so they moved towards you, politely making his way between the gods and goddesses filling up the ballroom.

You saw him and your shoulders perked up, your body language telling him how happy you were to see him.

"Has my beautiful lady been waiting long?" His eyes narrowed affectionately as the apples of your cheeks pushed at your lower eyelids, the flames of the chandelier flickering in your crystalline irises.

"No, don't worry about it."

"Good." Tauxolouve took your hand in his and pulled you close really gently, pressing a small kiss to your temple. "Shall we dance?"

You nodded, grinning as your heart raced excitedly.

With one hand holding yours and the other around your waist, he led you to the ballroom and you placed a hand on his shoulder, looking up at him sweetly. "You're the most beautiful goddess in here." He leaned in, whispering with his voice, that sent shivers down your spine.

You swore your cheeks would start hurting from the smiling, warmth bubbling in your chest, as you swayed together around the room, mixing in harmony with the rest of the pairs also dancing to the sounds of the harps.

Tauxolouve's hand tightened a little around your waist, pulling you in, until you could smell his sweet caramel scent filling up your senses like a bunch of feathers flowing out of a pillow. The warmth of his body embraced yours and your temperature rose at the feeling of his strong body against your own. "Do you feel that too?"

You shook your head. "Feel what?"

"That heat."

You took a deep breath, trying to keep the movements of your feet in the correct directions, as your head began to swirle to other places. "Yes."

"(Name)..." Tauxolouve said your name and you bit on the inside of your lip knowing well what this urge was. "Are you ready to take the next step?"

Your cheeks warmed up slightly and you averted your eyes from him, casting them down at the floor. "Yes..." You let out a breathy chuckle. "I'm a little nervous though." You peered up at him bashfully. "I've never done this before."

"Me neither." His chest jolted, a little chuckle tumbling out of his throat and you felt his fingers twitch nervously around the skin of your hand.

"I guess we're both nervous." You smiled brightly, allowing the nervous anticipation to swallowed you up.

"Want to..." His eyes shifted around you, before returning to you, an uncharacteristically bashful smile decorating his soft lips. "Go to my room?"

"Yes, please."

Giving your hand a squeeze, Tauxolouve gave you a gentle tug, signaling for you to follow him, careful not to get separated inside this immortal crowd.

Grinning to yourselves as if you were lovestruck teenagers again, you escaped the ballroom and with your hands connected, you rushed down the hallways of the palace.

Upon reaching Tauxolouve's room, he opened the door and motioned for you to go inside first, before closing it behind you, with a soft click.

You smiled at each other and chuckled, not knowing what to start with first. "Oh, Heavens, I have no clue what to do."

He laughed endearingly. "Me neither, I guess we'll just find out together." With gentle, inexperienced fingers, Tauxolouve pushed the straps of your gown off your shoulders, leaving them handing around your arms. He brought his lips to your shoulders and peppered them with gentle, loving kisses, which slowly traveled to your neck.

Your hands reached for his forearms, looking for something to hold onto for support as you relished into the slightly ticklish feeling on the flesh of your neck. "Tauxolouve... It... Kind of tickles." You said, giggling.

Tauxolouve's dark eyes flitted to you and he wrapped his hands around your waist, touching your lips with his.

You kissed slowly as his body pressed against your own, walking you backwards towards his bed. Your hands snaked around his nape as you kissed back and you gasped in surprise, when you stumbled upon the first stair and almost tripped.

Tauxolouve laughed and caressed your soft head with his big and warm hand. "Here, allow me to help." His hold on you shifted and he picked you up, carrying you like a princess up the stairs, until you reached his bed and he placed you down upon it softly. He crawled onto the bed and softly caressed your cheeks, his thumbs tracing the shapes of your cheekbones, as his eyes narrowed down at you affectionately. "I'm so nervous..." He breathed. "I want your first time to be something you genuinely enjoy, but..." He chuckled at his own unusual self-cautiousness. "It's also my first time, so I'm not sure what to do either."

You sat up a little and placed a kiss to the tip of his nose, your cheeks warming up as your eyebrows formed a downturn and you smiled at his cute expression. "Then, let's just..." You cupped his face in your hands and moved to place a kiss to his lips, only to miss his lower lip and kiss his upper one only. "That was clumsy of me." You giggled and rested your forehead against his chest, trying to hide your embarrassment.

Tauxolouve's fingers curled around your chin and he lifted your head up, before he leaned in, successfully catching your lips into a sensual, sweet kiss. His tongue grazed yours and you moaned into each other's mouths.

You relaxed back onto the pillows, Tauxolouve not stopping his kisses for even a moment and his hands trailing down your body. "Oh." He said between kisses. "Our clothes."

"Our clothes! Yes, I totally forgot." Your fingers found the buttons of his wishes uniform and you got to work, trying to unbutton his jacket, but you struggled a little, until he helped you get it undone.

Tauxolouve, then, pulled your gown down your body, kissing your skin softly in the meantime. "You're turning me on so much." He said, peering up at you through his eyelashes, while his lips touched your calves, slowly moving his kisses higher, to your thighs. He caressed them as he adored them with his lips and tongue, his fingers sliding up to the spot between them, which was growing wetter by each and every gentle touch of his.

"Lou..." You called his name as you sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure further.

"Am I doing this okay?"

You hummed, smiling. "Yes." You gasped and chuckled right after, when you felt his hot tongue making its way between your legs. "Tauxolouve...!" You exhaled a shaky breath, moaning as he licked you, searching for your clit with his tongue.

His fingers slipped into your slit, softly rubbing you there, testing your wetness, which he assumed was perfect, since it coated his fingers like this. Tauxolouve found your bundle of nerves and added a little pressure on it with his tongue, making you arch your back at the sweet pleasure heating up your core.

You moaned and gasped, Tauxolouve's finger brushing the entrance of your hole. Your legs trembled over his shoulders, a newfound sensation sending tingles around your abdomen, pushing your voice chords to oscillate into sexy whimpers.

Tauxolouve's tongue slid lower to your hole and drew circles around the virgin muscles.

Your breathing grew ragged and Tauxolouve stroked your thighs, his gentle touch soothing the new intensity your body was experiencing. "Lou..." You spoke, between heavy pants. "Can you please... Take my virginity...?"

He looked up at you, the lack of his hot tongue between your folds making you whine in need. He unbuckled his belt and your toes curled in anticipation. Once his pants and boxers had pooled around his feet on the floor, he crawled back on top of you, balancing himself with his hands on either side of you. He ran the knuckles of his fingers down your cheek and smiled softly. "I promise to be gentle."

You nodded, relaxing underneath him as much as you could. "I trust you."

"I'm glad." With soft and loving movements, he spread your legs open and positioned his cock at your entrance. He leaned in and gathered you into his arms, whispering into your ear. "If you want to stop, all you have to do is tell me." He pressed a kiss to your temple, breathing into your alluring scent. "I love you, my little lady."

Your heart skipped a beat at the pet name and you grinned happily, nuzzling your nose into his neck. "I love you too."

"Alright..." He groaned quietly as he brought his hips forth, his tip slowly entering you. "Here we go, my flower." Slowly and carefully, he brought his hips closer to yours, simultaneously pushing himself deeper into you.

You moaned a little louder than before, feeling your walls stretching, a stinging sensation making you wince for a few seconds.

Tauxolouve ceased his movements and peppered kisses on the crown of your head, as he hugged you close. "I'll wait for you to adjust."

You hugged him back tightly and soon enough, the pain blended into pleasure and you found yourself wanting more of him. "Please, go deeper..." You pleaded, breathlessly.

Tauxolouve moved his hips into yours, until he had you completely filled up with him. "I'm gonna..." He grunted, panting as you lost both your virginities together. "I'm gonna... Start thrusting..."

You cried out in pleasure at the first thrust, your head spinning into a frenzy as you held the love of your life close.

Your lips came together and you moaned into the kiss, your hands caressing each other's bodies, wanting more of each other, more than what you've had all this time. You wanted to be one, body and soul.

"(Name)!" Tauxolouve moaned out your name and groaned, his eyes watering at the feeling of his approaching climax. "I'm so close...!" He groaned, without stopping his thrusts once.

His sexy voice made you shudder and your bottom lip quivered. "M... Me too..." You gasped, your back arching and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Tauxolouve placed soft kisses on your neck, which was exposed to him so openly, his warm arms embracing you and guiding you to your first mutual orgasm.

Entangled with each other, you were both sent into ecstasy, cum flowing out of you and Tauxolouve hurried to pull out, coming onto your stomach.

The two of you were left panting, your eyes meeting and you chuckled, grinning like fools.

"Did you..." He asked and you almost melted at how cute he looked, being so bashful. "Have fun?"

You giggled and cuddled into his chest. "Yes, thank you."

He kissed the tip of your nose and you giggled, before he kissed your lips, your tongues meeting between you. Pulling away from the kiss, Tauxolouve smiled down at you and pushed a stray hair away from your lips, so it wouldn't bother you. "I love you."

"I love you too." You responded, pecking his cheek.

The sun rose after a few hours, only to find you still entangled in the bedsheets, with your beloved running his fingers through your hair, as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

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