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reginaphalange2403 · 11 months

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Never Again

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Despite an intense dislike for one another, you and Bucky begrudgingly get paired together for a mission. You’re forced to look past your differences when things so south.

Warnings: Canon level violence, asshole Bucky (at first), enemies to lovers vibes, other mcu characters make appearances. Word count: 6.1k

a/n: AHHHH my first fic in like 6 months! this is also the first time I've ever written for Bucky or written anything like this. It was a lot of fun and I hope I did him justice lol. Enjoy!

The loud hissing of the Keurig was a rude awakening to your 7am start to the day. Unfortunately, Steve had decided to hold a team conference meeting at 8. Why he chose to annoy you all like this, you weren’t sure.

“Are you fucking done yet?” You instantly recognized the deep, rough voice muttering under his breath behind you. Bucky had his arms folded and was impatiently waiting for you to finish up at the machine so he could make his own cup.

“Already have a stick up your ass today, huh Barnes?” You spit back at him before moving to let him use the Keurig.

“Well, I wouldn’t have one if you weren’t the first thing I saw when I came down the stairs.”

Damn. That stung. “Have you ever been nice for once in your life? Or is being a dick just a permanent part of your personality?”

At your words, Bucky looked up at you and feigned offense “Oh, I’m nice” He assured you in an almost sweet tone, before turning cold again “…to people that deserve it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, muttering a ‘whatever’, and left the kitchen to go take a seat in the conference room. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an atypical conversation for you to have with Bucky. Ever since you had joined the team almost a year ago - at Natasha Romanoff’s request - Bucky had been anything but welcoming. At first, you thought it was just friendly banter, him trying to sarcastically intimidate you, but it was clear by now that he genuinely had a deep distaste for you.

Soon enough, everyone else started to file in for the meeting. Nat smiled as she took the seat next to you, her regular spot, and quietly started asking you about your morning. Bucky was the last one to enter the room, and by that point the only seat left was the one on your other side.

He glared at you as he sat down.

“It’s not my fault you’re always late to these things” You quipped under your breath.

“Don’t push it, sweetheart” Bucky frustratingly muttered, and you quickly opened your mouth to reply before Natasha interrupted,

“Don’t bother with him, Y/N. He’s always a grump in the mornings”

‘No, he’s always a grump to me’ you thought to yourself, but kept your mouth shut.

“Good Morning, everyone” Steve finally got started with the meeting, a cheery grin on his face that was all too happy for 8am, in your opinion.

“As you all know, for months now we’ve been trying to track down where exactly Ian Haverford and his men have been setting up camp and operating their illegal activities” Most recently, the team had been working on taking down a group of rouge scientists. They had somehow been creating and using a serum that was similar to the super soldier serum. A antidote that made them have increased strength, speed and agility. They then used their new enhancements to rob and kill storeowners, evade the police, and then subsequently sell the drugs and weapons that they had stolen.

“We’ve finally located their compound, up in rural Virginia, we-“

“What he meant to say was I located their compound in Virginia” Tony cheekily butt in.

Steve sighed, having to stop his own eye roll, “Fine, yes, Tony located the compound. Anyway, as I was saying…We believe that that’s where they’re making the serum. The sooner we go in, the less time they have to continue using the serum and giving it to more people. Now, I didn’t necessarily think this was a task we all needed to partake in. It really only requires two people to take down Haverford and gather intel on what chemicals they’ve been using”

Steve took a big breath before revealing who he had assigned to the mission, knowing he’d have hell to pay, “Y/N and Bucky will be heading to Virginia tomorrow morning-“

“Are you serious Rogers?!” You immediately confronted Steve’s decision as you heard Bucky next you,

“You’ve got to be kidding me” He mumbled, clearly as annoyed as you were.

Steve put his hands up defensively, “I know the two of you don’t always get along, but I was hoping this assignment would allow you to work together and actually have to interact beyond your bickering”

You had never been on a mission with just Bucky before. Of course, the two of you had been on missions with the rest of the avengers together, but never just the two of you.

Steve continued, “Besides, we need someone who’s a super soldier to infiltrate the compound. Bucky has the strength and speed to match that of Haverford’s people. And Y/N, you also have enhancements, it makes sense to send the both of you in together.” He concluded by basically saying his decision was final, and that you and Buck would be leaving on a quinjet first thing tomorrow.

During your years in the red room, you had been injected with various substances and drugs that over time had enhanced your agility, flexibility, reflexes and even your sight. But you didn’t see how that made you a necessary aspect to this assignment. You were sure Steve was just using that as an excuse, he really just wanted you to get along better with Bucky.

Speaking of which, Buck stood up from his chair as you looked over at him, he glowered at you for a moment before scoffing, “Guess I’ll just have to grin and bear it” and with that he left the room.

You stayed, waiting for everyone else to file out so that you could speak with Steve privately. Natasha gave you a sympathetic look and squeezed your shoulder, as she was the last one to head out after talking to Steve for a while herself. You were always sort of jealous of their friendship. Of course, you had Nat. Who was your closest confidant in the group. But you also wanted to be close with the guys as well. You supposed Steve was your friend, but sometimes it felt like he looked at you as more of a younger sister.

Finally, it was just you and Steve alone in the room and you were still sitting in your same seat, Steve standing at the head of the table. He tilted his head towards you and quirked his eyebrows, waiting for you to say something.

“Why does he hate me?” You asked quietly. You had always wanted to go to Steve for advice on how to handle Bucky, but never wished to cause a rift in their friendship or make Steve feel like he was put in the middle of something.

His eyes went soft and he sighed, “Oh Y/N” He began gently “I know it may come off that way, but Buck doesn’t hate you. He just…” Steve looked to find the right words, “has a hard time handling his emotions and how he feels about people… especially people that bring up past trauma for him”

Steve’s little hint helped you clue in to what he was trying to imply. You knew that Bucky had a history with the red room, long before you ever did, but you never really knew the details of it or how he was involved. You were saved from Dreykov almost a year ago when Natasha returned to destroy him. You were one of Yelena’s closest friends and she had introduced you to Nat, who then saw how skilled you were and decided to invite you to join the avengers, since you really had no other home to go to. Yelena meanwhile, had wanted to enjoy her freedom a little more and chose to see the world a bit before deciding to join any sort of vigilante team. Though Natasha always held out hope that she would finally join one day when she felt ready.

“But Nat’s from the red room too!” You defended yourself, “And Bucky treats her perfectly fine! It’s not my fault that my past is what it is. I can’t help the fact that I was raised there, why does he have to hold that against me?” You started to get emotional and Steve could tell, so he began to try and explain his friends behavior.

“Well, he’s gotten to know Natasha for a few years now, so I think they’re on better terms. Plus he kinda owes her one for how she saved both our asses during the whole…sokovia accords thing” Steve said the last part quietly while sort of shamefully looking down. Despite the fact that it was worked out now, that whole incident with him, Tony and Bucky still deeply bothered Steve to even bring up.

He continued after a moment, “He doesn’t hold it against you Y/N, it’s not your fault. He just doesn’t like the memories you bring up for him, the things you remind him of. And he doesn’t know how to properly process and work through them, so instead he just takes out that pent up anger and self hatred on you. It’s not fair to you, but it’s also not your fault.”

“Get him to see a therapist then” you muttered.

Steve scoffed, “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

He then walked around the length of the table to where you were sitting and gave you a pleading look, “Just give him a chance. Hopefully this mission will be the thing that finally gets him to see you in a different light. I know it’s hard to believe, but he really does have a sweet, soft side under all that brooding, if you dig deep enough” And that was what Steve left you with as he walked out, leaving you alone to mull over what he had said.

———————

For the rest of that day, you and Bucky both avoided each other. You spent most of the afternoon locked up in your room or in the gym, perfecting a few moves with Nat’s help in preparation for your assignment. You didn’t see Bucky all day, you assumed he also was doing his best to not run into you.

Now, you were seated across from him on the quinjet, an awkward silence taking up the majority of the ride to a rural part of Virginia. He barely even looked at you for the entire 2 hour flight. Mostly staring down at his hands with airpods in, or having his head tilted back and eyes closed. As you neared the end of your trip, jet about to touch down, you noticed Bucky finally didn’t have headphones in, so you decided it would be a good time to set some things straight before you literally went into battle with him.

Cautiously, you spoke up, “Look, I know we don’t necessarily see eye to eye but we really need to-“

He cut you off sharply “Once we touch down I’ll take the northeast side of the compound and you can take the south side. They apparently keep their lab in a big room on the south side, so you head that way and ransack the lab while I take down Haverford, who’s quarters are up in the north end. Got it?” Not even listening to what you had tried to say, Bucky simply started barking out a game plan at you.

“Sure, but I was saying that we-“

Bucky sighed dramatically, “Look Y/N, we just need to do our damn jobs and get this over with. Alright?”

“But Steve said-“

“I don’t care what Steve said.” He snapped, “I’m not here to make nice.”

And with that, you sat in silence again for the last few minutes of the flight. The quinjet landed in an open forrest area, roughly a 10 minute walk away from where Haverford’s compound was supposed to be. Of course, you couldn’t land right next to it without risking them hearing and giving yourselves away. So, you and Bucky began the short trek to the complex, once again in complete silence the whole way there.

Finally, you arrived upon a large monster of a building. It took up almost the entirety of the empty field that it occupied, with no windows around it whatsoever. To anyone else, it looked like from the outside to be just an eery abandoned building. You and Buck snuck around to the backside where a hatch door was used to get into the lower level of the building.

“When we’re done,” Bucky finally spoke for the first time in over 15 minutes “How about we meet up back here at this door, so that we can leave asap and not waste time trying to find each other in this fucking maze. Good?”

You swallowed, remembering the “plan” Bucky had laid out earlier on the jet. You really didn’t feel right about splitting up with him. The compound was massive and neither of you had ever navigated it before. Sure, Steve had shown you a basic floor plan of it and talked about where he believed they were making the serum, but that was it. You didn’t know your way around this territory, and you didn’t know what Haverford’s men were like. And on this mission, it was just you and Buck. You didn’t have the other avengers around to look out for you, or be your eyes and ears over the comms.

“Bucky, I don’t know if we should separate. This place is big.” You finally admitted.

“It’s nothing you can’t handle” He grumbled out, which should have sounded like a compliment but came out as more of something to shut you up and get on with it.

“But what if one of us gets injured or can’t find our way back to the door?” You asked, embarrassed to be admitting your nerves to him. Bucky could see for a moment that you were genuinely anxious about this.

“We have the comms in our ears,” He began in a slightly softer tone than he had ever spoken to you before, “If you need help, just talk to me. I’ll be in your ear the whole time”

You nodded, still a little worried but trying not to show it.

“Splitting up is the fastest way to do this. And the faster we get this done, the less time we have to spend together.” Ah, there was the Bucky you knew. Back to making jabs at you. That was the last you spoke before he broke the door open and you were in.

—————————

As discreetly as possible, you made your way through the compound, quietly trying to get to the south wing without being heard or seen. Steve said that they most likely were keeping their lab in the largest room in the building, which supposedly should be through the last door on the south side. As long as you could find it, get the records and evidence that you needed, and get back to the exit in time to meet Bucky, you’d be fine.

You could hear Bucky through the comms, sounds of grunting and punching obviously coming from him fighting Ian Haverford’s men that he had come into contact with.

“Looking for something princess?” You immediately stopped in your tracks at the sound of a deep sinister voice snarling at you. Whipping around, you saw one of Ian’s goonies standing just a few feet from you.

Instantly he charged at you, but it was nothing you hadn’t ever dealt with. Before he could grab you, you took hold of his arm and twisted it behind his back, affectively turning his entire body away from you. Then, using the Widow’s Bite armor that were around your wrists, you tased him in the neck, causing him to fall completely unconscious.

It was then that you realized you had made it to the end of the hallway, and thus the last door which was supposed to be their lab. Prepared for men to potentially be in there, you unholstered one of your firearms, and promptly kicked down the door.

To your shock, the room had no occupants. You quickly reached over to find a light switch, and what you saw next was infuriating. It indeed was Ian Haverford’s lab. Full of tables and stations that held different mixed drugs and chemicals that he was using to create his own super soldier serum, one that he then used on himself and his accomplices. You also saw a station that was entirely made up of a large desktop connected to multiple computers.

You started to make your way towards the computers so that you could plug in your hard-drive and collect the data that would supply the team with how Haverford had been making the serums. But before you could get there, a white, powdery substance started to sprits down from what looked like emergency sprinklers that were on the ceiling. The substance reeked like chemicals, similar to that of bleach but not as strong. You began to cough a little, trying to wipe the shit out of your face and eyes. You had no idea what the fuck it was or what it might possibly do to you.

“Bucky” you half coughed half called his name into the comms, “Bucky something happened”

“What?” He grunted out, clearly still in the middle of fighting someone.

“I just got sprayed with some kind of white powder stuff. I don’t know what it was. It must have been part of some kind of booby-trap that they had on the lab, since I kicked their door in, it went off.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky immediately asked, seeming genuinely worried.

“Yeah I mean, nothings happened yet, I’m still fine. But-“

“I’m a little busy Y/N, if you’re fine for now, just get the data from the lab and head out fast. I don’t have time to keep talking” he quickly rattled off to you, and you heard a loud scream coming from a guy that Bucky obviously just injured.

You swallowed, still very nervous about whatever the hell just happened to you, but you didn’t want to distract Bucky any further and potentially get him hurt, “Alright. On it.”

Plugging the hard-drive into the main desktop, you waited patiently as thousands of files started to download from Haverford’s database. As you stood there and waited, an annoying, high pitched ringing began to go off in your ears. At the same time, your vision slowly started to blur slightly, as if you were wearing the wrong prescription glasses. A lump formed in your throat and your heart practically dropped into your stomach, you hated to admit it, but this was deeply scaring you. You’d never been poisoned before.

You rubbed your eyes, hoping maybe it would help, but nothing happened, the blurriness just got worse. On top of that, your head started to pound, most likely due to the loud obnoxious ringing. It was the powder, you knew it had to be. What else would just suddenly start causing all this?

“Y/N? You still good?” You heard Bucky ask through the comms, clearly still preoccupied with something else but wanting to check on you.

You debated telling him about your symptoms. You were teammates, he should know. But on the other hand, It was just a few mostly mild symptoms, and the files were almost finished downloading anyway. You’d grab the hard-drive, run out of the compound and meet him in just a few minutes. You could make it until then. Plus, you didn’t wish to further annoy or distract him from fighting.

“Yeah. Still good!” You tried to sound as enthusiastic and convincing as possible. It must have worked, because he didn’t question you further.

Standing over the counter, still waiting for the files to be done, you leaned over the table a bit and made the idiotic decision to close your eyes for just a second, trying to relieve the headache.

A moment later, you felt a sharp, intense fiery pain in your abdomen as someone reached from behind you choking your neck and thrusting a knife into your stomach. You were paralyzed for just a second with fear, not even able to cry out. The ringing in your ears was so bad, you must not have heard anyone come in.

Trying to ignore the pain, you instinctively kicked your right leg back hard, hitting the man in the groin and causing him to fall to the ground. However, on his way down, he didn’t miss the chance to slash you in the calve with the knife he had been holding. The stab was so quick you could only gasp in pain. A gasp Bucky must not have heard as he was fighting his own battles.

Turning around, you fumbled for your firearm for a moment before finally getting it out and being able to pull the trigger, sending a bullet right through his chest. Stumbling backwards a bit, you started to feel lightheaded and you were reminded of the red hot pain in your stomach. You placed a hand over the side the feeling was coming from, and immediately felt a sticky hot liquid coat your fingers.

You didn’t have time however to investigate the stab wound, because as you glanced up, you could see through your blurry vision that 3 more men were walking in through the kicked down door.

Lazily raising your gun again, gripping the table to keep from toppling over, you aimed as best you could, with ringing ears, blurred vision and now two stab wounds. Thankfully, your training in the red room had taught you how to aim with even a blindfold on, and with a few quick shots, the men were taken down, now lying limply on the ground in front of you.

Bucky heard the gunshots through the comm, but since you never called his name or made a noise that would indicate you needed help, he assumed you had it under control.

You let the gun fall from your hand, now that you were alone and for now, out of danger, you were finally able to feel the extent of your injuries as the adrenaline wore off. Ever so slowly, you peered down at your stomach and saw that the hand you’d been holding there was almost entirely now coated in blood. Without meaning to, you fell to your knees, which then painfully reminded you of the other deep wound in your calve. However, you were so tired, and the loss of blood was making it hard to do anything other than focus on breathing.

You knew you needed to alert Bucky. You couldn’t just lie here and wait, you didn’t have that kind of time.

“Bu-Buck” you whimpered, trying to be loud enough that the comm would pick it up. But even just trying to talk was proving to be exhausting. You knew you were losing what was probably a lot of blood. Wet hot tears started to roll down your face, you were dangerously close to just giving in to the blood loss induced exhaustion and closing your eyes.

——————

Bucky, meanwhile, had finished taking down the men on the other half of the facility and was waiting for you outside at the spot you’d both agreed you would meet. He spoke over the comms, “I took down Haverford and his men. I’m out here now. Hurry up.” Short and to the point. How he always was with you.

Immediately, more tears welled in your eyes at hearing his voice. You were desperate, in pain, and exhausted. Despite having a deep distaste for Bucky, you knew you needed him. You needed him to come and find you. You didn’t have enough strength to speak, but luckily the sound of his voice finally brought your own voice back and you mustered up a deep, pathetic and painful whine from the back of your throat…and it was enough to be caught over your ear piece.

He stood there for a few minutes, getting antsy. Especially since he didn’t hear fighting noises over comms, he assumed you were just taking your sweet time making it back to him.

After a bit of waiting he sighed, grumbling “C’mon Y/N, what the fuck could you possibly-“

His complaining ceased as soon as he heard your one singular cry through the comm. Bucky’s eyes went wide, heart dropping into his stomach. He’d never heard a sound like that come out of you before.

“Y/N?” He called your name in an almost scared tone, “Are you okay?”

No response.

Bucky swore under his breath, “I’m coming, just hang on” he made that promise to you like it was an oath, and raced back inside the building.

Sprinting to the side of the compound that you were tasked with handling, Bucky searched frantically through the hallways, popping his head into every room trying to find you….until he did.

You laid there, blood seeping across your shirt and a pool of it surrounding your one injured leg. The men that you had disarmed and killed were sprawled out around you.

After his initial shock wore off, Bucky ran to you, kicking one of the dead arms dealers out of the way to get to you. He dropped to his knees, eyes scanning your wounds.

“Oh, Y/N” He whispered with guilt and sorrow dripping from his tone. A million emotions flashed across his face. Including anger at the men who had attacked you, but mostly at himself for allowing this to happen.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and the tears finally flowed freely now. Aside from the pain, you were relieved. Despite you’re not getting along, in this moment you wanted nothing more than for Bucky to hold you, and tell you everything was going to be just fine.

“Okay” he whispered in a stunned tone, trying to calm both you and himself down. His hands hovered over your body as he took in your wounds and decided what he needed to do.

“Okay, alright.” That time, it came out more sure, “It’s alright, doll. Just keep breathing for me.” He tried to comfort you as he whipped out his phone and let Tony and the team know they needed medical there immediately.

Bucky then swallowed, giving you a remorseful look for what he was about to do.

“Okay sweetheart,” he began tenderly, as he took off the black jacket he had on, and then promptly ripped the sleeve of it off with his metal arm.

“I’m gonna have to tie this around your leg to stop the bleeding. It might hurt a bit, but I gotta do it” He gently explained what he needed to do, waiting to see a sign in your eyes that at least you understood. You gave him a very weak nod, and that was all he needed to then wrap the sleeve tightly around your upper calf.

He was right, it did hurt. But it wasn’t anything you hadn’t expected or weren’t prepared for. However, you believe Bucky only told you about having to wrap your leg, in order to half distract you from what he did next.

A blinding, nauseating pain quickly overcame you as he took the rest of the jacket he had, and with his metal arm and half his body weight, pressed it over your abdominal wound.

You immediately cried out and instinctively reached for Bucky’s arm, trying to push him away.

“Shhh, I know, I know baby” Bucky, who almost sounded pain-stricken himself with guilt, began to hush you, “I know it hurts, but I have to, I have to” He grabbed your hand that had tried to push him away, and let you squeeze the life out of his own as he continued applying pressure. His thumb softly grazed your knuckles, trying to soothe you.

While continuing to comfort you, Bucky began to look around as if he expected someone else to also come to your aid. It was then that he realized he’d need to get you out of the building in order to get you onto the quinjet. There was no way the medical team would be able to find their way around in here to get to you in time. And he could see that you’d already lost a lot of blood, and even with the tourniquet and pressure he applied, you were still losing some.

He took a breath, staring into your eyes with a serious yet remorseful look on his face, “Ok doll, I’m gonna have to pick you up and carry you out, but we can’t let up pressure on your wound” he explained, “So, I’m gonna need your help.”

Bucky then took the hand of yours that he was holding and gently guided it over to your abdomen. Lifting the jacket, he placed your hand over your own wound, you whimpered a little at the contact. Bucky swallowed, “I know doll, but I need you to put pressure on it like I was, okay? Can you do that for me?” He looked at you pleadingly, praying that you understood what he was saying.

Having to bite your own lip to keep from crying out again, you started to press down on your stomach with the little strength you still had. Bucky could tell you were trying by your obvious change in facial expression, “That’s it. Just like that, that’s my girl” he praised, quickly swiping one of your tears away. It wasn’t a lot of pressure, but it would do.

Ever so gently, trying to avoid hurting your injured leg, Bucky gracefully slipped his arms underneath you and scooped you up, holding you close to his chest. You moaned a little at the shift in movement, “Shhh, I got you doll. I got you” he whispered into your hair as you shoved your face in the crook of his neck.

He quickly made his way back out of the compound with you in his arms, thanking god when he saw the medevac quinjet was already out there waiting for you guys. Bucky tenderly laid you down on the stretcher, taking hold of your hand again as soon as he was able.

“She was poisoned with something and then stabbed in her lower left calve and left quadrant of her abdomen” He immediately started rambling off what had happened to the medical team and Dr. Cho.

“Poisoned with what?” Someone asked, he didn’t see who it was cause he wasn’t taking his eyes off of you.

“I- I don’t know.” Bucky admitted, “I think she said it was white and powdery, I can’t remember.” Internally, he was kicking himself so hard for not having immediately ran to you when you told him about the poison. He shouldn’t have just written you off and told you to deal with it. He shouldn’t have done a lot of things.

Bucky sat on the little bench in the quinjet right next you, still holding your hand, while the team got to work on your injuries. Technically, he should have been sitting at the front of the jet, out of their way, but no one was going to tell an upset Bucky Barnes what to do.

As they began working your leg, removing the tourniquet and getting a shot of lidocaine ready to numb the area, you saw them preparing the syringe out of the corner of your eye. You begin to hyperventilate, letting out a small whimper of fear. You hated all things medical, which stemmed from a deep rooted fear that dated back to your red room days. After years of being practically experimented on and shot up with god knows what, you didn’t particularly love the sight of needles. Even if you knew you were in a safe environment.

Bucky, who was still diligently sitting right beside you, immediately recognized your anxious reaction. He too knew that fear all too well. While he didn’t like to admit it, his time as the winter solider and being left at the hands of hydra often caused him to have visceral reactions to medical paraphernalia.

“Hey, hey” he softly called to you as he gently held your chin and brought your face to meet his, “It’s alright doll, you don’t have to look down there. Just look at me. Right at me.” He held your eyes, squeezing your hand a little tighter to let you know he was there. “That’s it. Just keep looking at me, Y/N. I’m right here” And that’s how you eventually went unconscious, staring into Bucky’s eyes as he quietly shushed you and ran his hand through your hair.

——————

The harsh lights of the medical wing practically blinded you as you tried to let your eyes slowly adjust to your surroundings.

“Hey hon” you heard a soft voice coming from your right side, whom you instantly recognized as Natasha.

“Well there she is” another voice, coming from your left who you thought was Steve, spoke up, sounding relieved at the fact you were awake. Your suspicions were proven correct when Steve leaned over slightly into your line of view.

“Welcome back, Y/N” he smiled, clearly exhausted but delighted by your opened eyes.

Your voice came out raspy and weak as you spoke for the first time, “H-how long have I been out?”

Natasha grabbed a cup from off your bedside table and offered you some water as Steve answered you,

“About three days. They had to get the bleeding under control and repair a portion of your stomach that was perforated. They also gave you some antibiotics to combat whatever the hell it was you were poisoned with,” he explained, “they seem to be working though. Doc says as soon as you’re strong enough, you can finish recuperating in your own room” He ended his spiel with a smile, but there was still one question he hadn’t answered that you were desperate for.

“W-Where’s Bucky?” You wondered why he wasn’t here, as you didn’t see him next to Steve or Nat.

“He’s right here, Y/N” Steve motioned to the back of the room where you couldn’t see, but Bucky was standing in the corner, eyes red and sunken in like he’d been crying. He immediately picked his head up when he heard you mention him.

“He hasn’t left this room in three days” Steve whispered to you in a hushed tone, hoping Bucky couldn’t hear him.

Nat cleared her throat, “We’re just gonna go get some coffee” she looked at Steve and jerked her head towards the door, beckoning him to follow her. They both left, leaving you and Bucky to yourselves.

Slowly, Buck made his way over to your bed, taking the seat that Steve was just in.

He was almost fearful of what to say, surprised that you had even asked for him in the first place. He blamed himself entirely for what happened, and was positive that when you woke up, you’d want nothing to do with him. And he wouldn’t blame you.

“Hey doll” he croaked out, voice sounding strained, “How’re you feeling?”

You swallowed, “My stomach hurts, and I have a headache” you admitted, still in a bit of pain from your wound healing.

Bucky nodded, “Do you want me to get the doctor? They might be able to give you more pain meds.” He asked, wanting to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. You didn’t know, but for the past three days Bucky had remained diligently at your bedside, alerting medical staff of any slight change in vital signs or if he thought you were cold and needed more blankets. He’d only left a few brief times when Steve had to force him to go eat or use the bathroom.

You shook your head, “no, no I’m okay. Promise” You offered him a slight smile.

Bucky stared down at his hands for a moment before he spoke up again, “Y/N, I am so so so sorry. This never would’ve happened if I had just listened to you and not had us split up.” He spoke with such guilt and shame you almost felt bad for him, “I was so focused on my own agenda and being a dick to you, that I completely ignored when you needed help. I can’t even-“

“Buck,” you interrupted him, reaching over and grabbing his hand with the little strength you had, “this isn’t your fault. It’s the fault of the men who stabbed me. That’s it. No one else’s” As much as you knew he fucked up with the way he treated you, you certainly didn’t think he should have to take responsibility for you getting hurt.

“But if I had come as soon as you said you were poisoned, if I had just listened to you instead of choosing to be an asshole, you probably wouldn’t be in this hospital bed” he insisted, eyes getting watery.

“Well, you were an asshole, I’ll give you that.” You smirked at him, trying to get him to relax, “but you also saved my life.” Bucky looked up at you, “You tied the tourniquet which kept me from losing more blood, and then made sure I didn’t have a panic attack on the quinjet. You might have fucked up a little Bucky, but you certainly made up for it” you gave his hand a little squeeze.

For the first time since you went under surgery, Bucky smiled, “All the same, I’m never separating from you during missions ever again.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “that sounds a little suffocating, don’t you think?”

He shook his head, “Nope. Not to me. Nothings ever happening to you while you’re under my watch again”

“Well if that’s the case,” you scooted over a little in the bed, “will you keep me warm before I freeze to death in here?” You were genuinely very cold and were hoping for someone to bring you another blanket, but you supposed having Bucky there would do.

He chuckled softly, “you got it.” Lowering the hospital bed rail, Bucky climbed in and laid down next you, pulling you up close to him with his arm around your shoulders.

He placed a brief kiss along your hairline, “get some rest, doll. I’ll be right here.”

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beiibeiii · 5 months

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I love the idea of dom girls turning into absolute losers just for you. Like, Acheron after a long killing spree comes home and you're wearing nothing but a frilly apron as Acheron turns into a pile of mush. Arlecchino angrily commanding her subordinates before you come in and kiss her on the cheek and then she becomes a stuttering mess. Would also say something about the ptn girls but I'm new to the fandom so...

But yeah, hot girls who could break your back just becoming absolute messes under you is super hot.

OMG ME TOO THATS SO CUTE? AKSKDK SORRY THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG FOR ME TO ANSWER

acheron comes home drenched in blood, dripping it all over the floors of your cosy home. of course she feels bad for making a mess in your house, especially after promising to come home early. you were in nothing but your pretty frilly apron. that harsh look in her eyes immediately melted when she saw you. your lips frowning as your rubbing a towel on her face, wiping the blood off her face for her. you ask whether shes okay and if she's hurt. she cant help but blush at the fact that she has a pretty, caring girlfriend to come home to. your words went through one ear and out the other. she was too busy staring at your beautiful, worried face. just nodding at everything you say without realising it, like a cute little puppy.

so you had lightly tugged on her sleeve, leading her towards the bathroom. she allowed you to take her wherever you wanted to. if it were anyone else she would of cut them into pieces already. you ran a hot, warm bath for her. there were bath bubbles, beautiful rose petals and soft, calming music in the background. she just stood there admiring her hard working girlfriend. if she had a tail you could see it wagging like crazy right now. you help her out of her dirty clothes as she gets in the bath. its warm and theres a light smile on her face. your about to leave to wash her clothes before she lightly grabs your wrist. her puppy eyes looking up to you, feeling a little shy as she speaks.

"can you.. bath with me please? i want you to stay."

it wasnt long before you got rid of your frilly little apron. dipping into the bath with her.

you were washing her hair for her. your soft hands massaging her scalp so perfectly. her eyes closed with a stupid little smile on her face. she was just a silly, clingy puppy. nobody would of expected her to of just finished a violent killing spree if they saw the state she was in right now. she was so obedient and cute for her only love..

arlecchino was infamous for her merciless way of handling things. that cold, angry look on her face never seen faltering. some unfortunate fatui agents had fucked up their mission. the knave angrily shouting at their faces. her harsh words and tone could be heard from a few rooms down. loud bangs and crashes of furniture were being hit in anger. the small group of the fatui were absolutely shaking, trying to hold back tears as they begged for mercy.

no one had seen the 4th harbinger have an ounce of sympathy for anyone. the shouts from the stoic harbinger stopped. there was a long, painful silence. arlecchino allowing the fatui agents to reflect on their actions. her deadly gaze piercing into them any harder than a knife ever could. arlecchino sighs in aggravation before she's cut off by the door opening. her head shoots towards the door. her face conveying more anger.

"who dares to interrupt-"

she instantly shuts up. her breath getting caught in her throat as you walk in with a wide smile. arlecchinos eyes widen ever so lightly. completely gobsmacked by your sudden appearance. shes gritting her teeth, trying her very best to pretend your presence didnt affect her at all. feeling almost a little guilty for shouting at her precious girl.

"arlecchino!!"

you walk up to her with your stupid, adorable smile. kissing her on the face, oblivious as to what she was doing moments ago. your soft lips on her cheeks makes her feel so warm.. her lips trembled slightly. shes trying to put up her act of harshness, but the poor girl just can't. :(

the fatui agents were confused, seeing their merciless leader so.. submissive for someone.. they do their best not to question and keep their heads down. she immediately clears her throat, staring at the agents in the office.

"leave my office immediately..!"

she stammers out ever so slightly. commanding her useless agents to leave. they leave immediately just as she asked. not questioning or glancing at her in shame and fear. the second she hears the door click, her stoic act completely melted. she lets out a sigh she didnt know she was holding in. she holds your waist so tenderly. pulling you in closer to her, hiding her face into your shoulder.

"what did i say about knocking first dear..?"

she says softly, in an completely different tone as earlier.

"sorry! i wanted to see you!"

you apologise, patting her back a little to show her you meant it. she cant help but smile, burying her head into your shoulder more. shes a blushing mess right now and you know it. she would never act so.. vulnerable in front of anybody else. her dangerous, yet soft hands gently squeeze your waist.

"what an handful.."

for ptn i'd feel like rahu would fit so well for this. poor little puppy girl cant hold in her small smile as you hold her hand. rambling to her while shes on duty. shes blushing over the smallest things and she doesnt like being seen in public like that :(

maybe even iron or ninety-nine would fit too

#bei replys #bei randoms #arlecchino x reader #acheron x reader

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Okay here me out miggy and sunny who get ambushed by another spider but it turns out to be there daughter from the future?! I feel like they’d be shocked to see a teenager (like 18) just trying to fix a mess she made to get back home. I love all your work especially Miguel and Sunny!

Our Girl

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: Hey lovely~ So I kinda went off track a little with this one and kinda focused a little more on Maria, the daughter, and not so much her fixing the problem and more her being overwhelmed by the idea of the multiverse. I'm sorry I went off kilter but I loved the idea of seeing how they would react in general to meeting their child.

Also, I've been obsessed with this song on TikTok so I had to name their daughter after it.

A/N: If you guys wanna view more of my works then feel free to read my master list and if you wanna see what else is coming up, then check out this one-shot schedule. If you love the Sunny and Miggy fics like I do then comment on the taglist post because I add everyone who comments. I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely any use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is the Reader's nickname, not her actual name)), Female Reader/ Female pronouns, Shinangins, Kinda fluffy, kinda a crack fic lol, and Google translated Spanish ((Pls forgive me, my wonderful Spanish speakers.))

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Okay, I guess If im gonna do this, I’m gonna have to start with the beginning, Hi I’m Maria O’ Hara and I’m-

“Kids, Breakfast is ready~!” A soft cheery voice calls out causing a groan to escape the teenager’s mouth. The sound of two pairs of feet book it past her bedroom door with the notable bang of one of them being knocked into the wall.

“Mami!” A teary voice of her seven year old brother yells. “Gabriel keeps pushing me into the wall!”

“No I’m not!” The thirteen year old cries out with a loud crack in his voice. “He keeps getting in front of me!”

“Gabriel, Ben, quit bickering and come here before your father comes down.” The gentle scolding causes the boys to continue their run down the stairs while Maria rolls her eyes and goes back to her diary.

Dammit, okay, we can work with this. Hi, I’m Maria O’ Hara. I’m 18 years old and I live in Nueva York with my mama and papa and my two brothers. I’m basically your normal teenager except for one-

“Maria?” a soft knock on her door causes her to call back through the door.

“Yes, Mama?” “Breakfast is ready, honey. Come on down stairs before it gets cold…” She can hear the cautious edge in her mother’s voice as she tries to coo her child down stairs.

“I’m on my way, Mama, just let me get finish getting dressed.” She cringes at the lie as she was already dressed and ready for her day. Maria holds her breath for a couple of minutes until she can hear her mom mutter a simple okay as the sound of heavy foot steps come up beside her.

The low baritone of her father’s whisper can be heard along with her mother’s worried tone as she can hear her trying to urge her husband down stairs to give their daughter some privacy.

Maria returns to her writing as she knows shes definitely on a ticking time bomb now that her father was up and down stairs. He was a strickler for spending meals together as a family and the only time he let go of that rule was when one was sick or when…Maria and Javi were in that accident…

She shakes the haunting image of Javi out of her mind as she writes.

I’m basically your normal teenager except for one thing. I’m Spider Woman, the one and only beloved hero of Queens.Two years ago, I gotten bite by this funky spider at my dad’s lab in Alchemax and I gained these awesome super powers. It was honestly the best thing to ever happen to me. I got to swing around and stop bad guys all before fourth period. The only person who knew was my best friend Javi-

“Maria!” A deep voice booms as Maria gritted her teeth. “¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!”

“Shit!” The teenager curses as she rushes to collect her stuff into her bag. The white and blue fabric of her spider suit shines at the bottom of the bag before her necessities get piled on top of it.

“¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!” Her father yells as she can hear her mother yell at him.

“¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!”

Maria hurries down the stairs as she listens to her family interact at the table.

A muffled voice that she figured was her mother scolds the angry man while a soft more masculine mutter apologizes. A couple of giggles can be heard before a stern voice scolds them as well for what Maria can hear, “Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.”

As Maria makes it into the dining room, she laughs along with her brothers as their mom playfully slaps their dad’s arm. The tall dark haired man chuckles at his adorable wife before catching her hand and kisses it, causing the woman to smile with a love sick look in her eyes.

“Eww!” Ben cries as he tries to block his vision with his toast causing the couple to roll their eyes.

Maria sits down beside her father Miguel and Gabriel as she starts to fill her plate. All of the children looked exactly like their father with only slight changes in hair textures and certain facial features. Ben, the youngest of the trio, looked the most like their mother with his eye shape and nose matching hers while the middle child, Gabriel, was a copy and paste verison of their father with only his mother’s smile indicating that they were related. Maria was a better mixture of the two with her mother’s height and face shape making her her mother’s “clone”, Miguel’s words not their’s.

All the siblings would disagree as their matching dark brown eyes and their dark hair. They also had his temper. There wasn’t a single day that didn’t end without a fight. But they all loved each other despite the stress they put on their poor sweet mother’s heart.

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“Yahooo!” The web crusader swings around the city with a laugh bubbling through her being as the adrenaline pumps through her veins. Today wasn’t that bad today when it came to crime. No cat burgalurs, no bank robberies, No super mutants, No robots, and No…

A shrilling laugh fills the sky as Maria lands on top of a building. As she looks around for the source of the noise, a figure flies over her. Several flashes of gold falls down onto the streets below and a series of explosions go off at the chilling sound of a woman’s laugh among the symphony of screams. The woman was flying on a golden glider looking device with a skin tight blue holographic suit with an orange cloak wrapping around her features with a devilish jackolatern mask on.

“Who the hell is that?” She asks to no one as she swung up to catch up to the maniac, “Hey Spooky!”

Maria sticks a web onto the glider and propels herself into the air before slamming down on top of the villain. The woman shrieks as she falls off her glider with the spider until the glider follows them down. The villainess throws a purple bomb at the girl before her glider catches her. The teenager shoots a web onto a near by building and catches the bomb.

“No thanks, I’m not on interested in what you’re cooking.” She throws the bomb into the air before it explodes. However, instead of smoke, an orange portal appears as a strong suction causes the spider’s grip to slip and fly into the air. “Hey!” She yells as she gets pulled into the portal.

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A scream echos through the Lobby as a flaying spider falls down from a portal. Hobie rolls his eyes while Jessica looks up unimpress.

“Another newbie?” She asks as the spider girl catches herself on a walk way above the duo.

“I don’t know.” The rocker mumbles as he tunes his guitar. “You know that they normally end up in some alternate dimension where the floor is lave or some shite.”

The spider girl looks around her in shock as she sees millions of other spider people walking around her and she begins to hyperventilates. “No no no no. Please Please don’t tell me I’m dead……”

Jessica frowns hearing a young voice panicking and she whistles up at the girl.

“Hey, Newbie! Come here for a minute.”

Maria swings down as the older woman takes off her googles, her warm eyes brings the younger girl to ease enough to ask,

“W-where am I?”

Hobie chuckles, thinking that the girl was confused after failing to jump. “You’re in the Lobby, remember? Didn’t Sunny give you a tour?”

“Sunny? Whose that?” Maria looks at the duo confused as Hobie takes off his mask to look at the girl more closely.

Jessica looks at the girl suspiciously as Hobie examines the masked girl. “Your suit is certainly different. It kinda looks like O’ Hara’s.”

Maria jumps at the mention of her last name and faces Hobie as her patience snaps. “How did you know that? And who are you guys and why are you guys dresssed lik-”

The manic girl halts as she hears a familiar voice call out from above.

“Hey,guys!” The gentle voice calls out as she swings down from several platforms above with a friendly smile plastered on her unmasked face. Hobie and Jessica return her smile as she lands infront of them. Maria stares in horror as the duo greets the cheery spider.

“Oi, Sunny, whatcha swing up to,love?” Hobie jokes as he hugs the woman he viewed as his friend and sister figure.

“Boss man sent me out to look at what fell through the portal while Lyla was rebooting.” She says calmly as Jessica scoffs. Miguel sending Sunny out to check something out? Nope, thats not how he ran things. He would rather send out everyone else before he would dare risk his sol getting injured.

“Boss sent you to check out a portal?” The beautiful woman asks as Sunny rubs the back of her neck, clearly leaving out some details.

“Well, an anomalous Hobgoblin managed to hack into Lyla’s systems and shut her down so it can escape…Our comms are down too..He said to get Hobie and Ben so they can investigate the scene actually…” The jumping spider admits as she feels her cheeks warm in embarrassment.

Jessica chuckles at her friend’s confession as she remembers the new spider who was silent the whole time they were speaking.

“Oh yeah, well this new recruit came out of the portal.”She shrugs as she directed Sunny to the small blue spider woman. “You really need to give these new guys better directions for portal jumping.”

The now confused woman shakes her head as she looks at Maria before looking back at Jessica.

“There aren’t any new recruits.” She states as she frowns at the still masked girl as she walks up to her. “Hey, whats your name, honey?” She asks in her familiar concerned voice that Maria just heard this morning.

It was her mother…well at least someone who looks like her mother. She was several years younger than her mom, clearly in her mid to late twenties. Other than that, she was her. Even down to the same facial markers and the always warm edge of her voice. What really drawn her back was the fact her mom, or this woman that looked like her was wearing a black spider suit like her own with white along her chest and inner lining of her limbs.

“Holy shit…” The girl gasps at the woman before she slowly reaches up and removes her mask. Her dark eyes peers back at her ‘mother’s’ in shock before mumbling, “Mama?”

“Mama!?” Jessica screams in surprise before she quickly studies the now unmasked girl and the paling spiderwoman. The similar way their wide eyes meet each other while their matching jawlines stuck in an a gasps expression. They definitely looked the part…

(Y/N) was the first one to move as she slowly lifts her trembling hands up to the girl’s face and cups it in a gentle grasp. She carefully traces her features with a haunted look on her face, almost like she was looking for something in her face, or maybe someone. As realization forms in her face that this was in fact her child, tears began to bubble in her waterline as her lips trembled.

“You’re my baby?...I have a daughter…” She says outloud before gently tracing under Maria’s eye with a look of disbelief and love. Maria’s own eyes burn as she sees her mother’s face in her clone as she nods. “Yea…My name is Maria…Maria O’Hara.”

And with that new revelation, the cheery spider faints due to the shock while Jessica yells out for help while Hobie was frozen due to the fact that not only that Miguel O’Hara and his delightful sidekick have a child from a different dimension, but that she was actually hot.

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Safe to say, Miguel was not happy.

After Lyla successfully rebooted and came back online, Miguel went to dimension 1784-B and recaptured the Hobgoblin. He never felt such satisfaction than when he tackled the flying witch out of the sky and tore apart her glider with his bare hands. He wasn’t very pleased that the villain easily gotten her hands on one of the gizmos and some prototype traps he was working on, so he made sure that the femal hobgoblin would never dare attempt to do anything like that again.

.After he returned to the surveillance platform, his annoyance grew as he hears that not only did some spider woman he had no idea about came into the Lobby, but that some incident caused his sunshine to be taken to the infirmary.

“Lyla,” The annoyed man calls to the AI as he walks towards the infirmary. A tiny version of his fur coat wearing digital assistant appears on his shoulder as he focuses ahead of him with a glare. He can practically feel all the blood vessels in his hand pop as clenched his fist as he thought about all the ways he was going to say to the woman who had the nerve to injure his amor. “Give me all the information on this spider.”

“Yes ‘Miggy’” Lyla teases as she pulls up the file. “Spiderwoman 1784-B aka Maria O’Hara. 18 years old and has been spiderwoman for 2 years. A student at NYU with an undecided major and lives with her two younger brothers, Gabriel and Ben O’ Hara and her parents…Oh Shit!”

The miniature AI starts laughing as she clenches her stomach. Miguel growls at Lyla’s outburst and seethes. “What is it?”

As she recovers, she throws up a projection infront of him with a smirk. “Check this out. You and Sunny do get a happy ending!”

Miguel freezes as his wide eyes look at the image infront of him with a tremble in his form. The image displayed was a family picture that was clearly taken at a high school graduation with a family of five huddled together with wide grins splitting their loving faces. The first to catch his attention was the vision of him standing beside a teenage girl with a boy no older than seven on his shoulders with a look of happiness and pride in his gaze as one arm was slung across the girl’s shoulder. He was clearly older than he was now, but the lack of red eyes and fangs made Miguel nearly not recognize him. Its been so long since he’s seen himself before becoming spiderman… The next thing that caught his attention was an older version of his beloved also smiling at the camera with a teenage boy on your side a gentle hand placed on his shoulder as the woman’s attention was focus gazing a her daughter with such joy.

The children were a perfect mixture of you both despite the obvious favour in appearance being on his side. He carefully examines each child and their features as he releases a shaky breath as a single tear escapes his eye.

This was impossible…How can you two have a family somewhere in the spiderverse and he didn’t know? the two have a family…they got married…she gave him the most beautiful children he could ever dream of and they both weren’t spidermen…they met and fell in love with out the worry of the universe on their shoulders…But their daughter…Their girl has this…burden instead…

“Miguel?” The unease in the AI’s voice brings him back to reality as he rubs his eyes.

“I’m fine.” He snaps as he materializes his mask back onto his face.

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“So we are all connected by this weird multiverse of spidermen?” Maria questions as she quips an eyebrow as she looks at the other teen.

“Yep.” Gwen nods as she leans back in the chair.

The group were huddled around the hospital bed as their cheerful friend laid in bed unconscious. Upon pouncing the new spider about her life and what life was like on her dimension, Gwen took the initiative and began explaining about the Spiderverse, careful to avoid talking about the girl’s variant spider parents.

“And this is a team of Spiderpeople that goes around and makes sure that the events of their life goes on course? Like the time police? Does that mean theres other versions of me? “ She rapidly askes the punk. The blonde chuckles as she can definitely see how much of Sunny was actually in this girl.

“Yep and kinda like that. We make sure the canon goes as planned so your universe doesn’t collapse. And when it comes to the other versions of you…” Gwen looks towards the unconscious spider before meet her ‘daughter’s’ curious gaze. “If theres other versions of Sunny and Miguel, then there is other versions of you.”

“Wait. Is there a spiderman version of my dad?” She asks as the door opens.

Jessica looks up from watching her phone and smiles at Miguel while Hobie curses. Miguel’s mask fades away as Hobie begins to speak.

“Look boss, the kid didn’t mean to…”

“Are you alright, Maria?” Miguel’s uncharacteristicially soft voice interrupts Hobie’s defense as his ruby eyes locked on the girl.

His rapid heart flooded his senses as he looked over his ‘daughter’. She didn’t look like Gabriella like he thought he would, even though he already seen her face. She looked like his sunshine despite her having a majority of his features. She was his girl, his beloved’s child…

“Um yea…”The starstruck girl mumbles as she looks at the variant of her father. Unlike the unconscious variant of her mom, the age wasn’t the biggest indicate that he was different from her dad, it was the gentle red eyes and the fangs peeking out from his lips. “Holy shit, you’re cool…” She accidentially admits out loud which causes the man to chuckle.

“Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.” He playfully scolds before he starts fiddling with his gizmo. “I think its time you head home now. Its almost time for dinner and I’m sure ‘I’ wouldn’t like for you to be late.”

A portal opens beside them as Maria smiles at Miguel. “Cool…can I have one of those?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well it was worth a try.” Maria giggles as she walks up to the portal before looking at Miguel concerned. “What about that Hobgoblin? And about…” The teenager looks towards her sleeping ‘mom’.

“I took care of it for you and don’t worry about her.” Miguel chuckles as he gazes lovingly at his love. “Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?”

Maria grins as she feels giddy over the idea that no matter what dimension, her parents will always love each other.

“Yep and word of advice, stop having kids after one!” She jokes as she steps into the portal and goes home.

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A soft groan emits from the bed as Miguel looks up from his book. The sleepy eyes of his love meets his as he leans over and caresses his cheek.

“Good morning, mi amor…you had a good rest?” He coos as he pushes the hair away from her face.

Tears prickle in her sleepy gaze as the memory of her new friend came back. In a horse whisper, she tearfully asks, “Did you see her? Did you meet our girl?” A smile forms on her face as Miguel nods and rests his forehead against hers.

“Sí, mi amor. Y ella era perfecta.”

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As the portal closes behind her, Maria looks around with a breath of relief as she sees shes in her bedroom back home.

“Thank god that’s over-!”

Before the stress could finally leave her chest, a shattering sound of a phone screen snaps her attention to her brother Gabriel looking at her in shock. Maria looks horrified as she realizes she is in the middle of her bedroom in her spidersuit and unmasked infront of her little brother…

“SHIT!!!”

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Translations:

¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!- Your mother already called you twice! Come down and eat!

Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.-You boys don't disrespect your father. The only reason your mother can is because she'll kick me out of bed.

¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!- What the hell did you say?!

¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!- Miguel, don't you dare curse at my dining room table!!

Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.- Hey, don't curse in front of your parents, little spider.

Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?-I always take care of your mother, don't I?

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madamechrissy · 21 days

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Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Little violence here. Breeding kink (Suguru needs twins duhh) Car blow jobs, cunnilingus, rough sex, hair pulling, very very very sexy Sugu (help my ovaries)

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your abusive groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 9 - Masterlist

Chapter 10

You stand outside Mahito’s house the next day, watching as Suguru marches up to the door, one hand holding yours in its big grip. He’s so tall, so powerful, and you realize that you’ve never seen him like this before, in pure fucking anger. It’s intimidating, but also incredibly hot, the normally calm Suguru Geto just on fire right now.

Fuck you love him.

He’s banging on the door loudly with three sure knocks, and when Mahito opens it, his face drops when he sees him in confusion, but when he looks at you, he smirks instead, making you feel disgusted. As you look at Mahito’s little frame and then look at Suguru’s tall, broad form you’re confused that you found Mahito attractive, he looks like a little boy compared to him.

You’d had the image but now you see them, Suguru towering over him in the doorway.

“Aww, coming to bring her back? Do you have a receipt maybe, I don’t know… she looks more damaged now.” His eyes assess you, and you instantly feel awful, but Suguru smirks at him, walking right past him to his house.

Mahito’s house is a chaotic mess, lines of coke just sitting on a black tray on his table, clothes scattered everywhere. Suguru cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the room, even through the loud music Mahito is blaring. He rolls his blue eyes, swiping back his long light blue hair, and you can’t believe you found any affection from him, he’s clearly so cold.

“Yeah, come right in.” He shuts the door, crossing his arms then, in a ripped up shirt while Suguru is wearing a goddamn suit looks so fucking hot you can’t even deal with it.

You really upgraded, you think with a little smile.

“What’s got the stupid smile on your face? Getting used like a whore got you that happy over there-” And that’s when Suguru grabs him by the neck, slamming him into the wall so hard you can hear the thud echo. You flinch a bit at that.

“Keep your mouth shut, before it’s permanently shut. Got me?” Mahito is strangled then, clinging to Suguru’s hand to breathe, turning red.

Mahito laughs maniacally like a psycho as Suguru lets him down, coughing and rubbing his throat. "Ah, the new boyfriend. You're really playing this role huh?" Mahito says, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement.

"You're gonna regret the day you laid a finger on her," Suguru growls, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down your spine, but Mahito just smirks, his eyes flickering with something dark.

"I don't know what you're talking about, she begged for me.” Suguru scoffs, grinning then and looking over behind his shoulder at you.

“She only begs for me.” That makes you giggle, and you see Mahito finally glare over at you. “I should thank you, for letting her go finally. But… nah.” Then Suguru slams his fist into his stomach with a swift move.

“Oh my-fuck!” He cries out, huffing, holding his stomach bent over and honestly pathetic. Your torn between thinking Suguru is hot as fuck, being disturbed by the violence, and a little bit of sickness at such a thing.

It is mostly Suguru being super hot, though.

"You think I'm playing a role? This isn't a fucking game." Suguru's fists are clenched, his knuckles white with rage, and Mahito stumbles back, sneering.

"Look at you, fighting for nothing. She’s nothing.”

“You want her awfully bad, don’t you? Why don’t you admit it, that she was too good for you, so out of your league you had to manipulate her.” Suguru’s words run through you as he is snatching up Mahito by his shirt.

Mahito just looks right at you, somehow still grinning. He was truly crazy, you know that punch had to have hurt. “Her mouth was pretty good-”

"You're a pathetic excuse for a man, just a whiny little bitch." Suguru has punched him again, this time even harder, and you wonder if the crunch you hear is him breaking a rib.

“You know her mouth is good, has she shown you yet? I taught her everything she knows.” He blows a kiss, somehow still standing and laughing, fuck dude is disturbed, and you were with him.

Suguru pauses, and you see the veins in his neck pulse. “Suguru… maybe that’s enough?” You murmur then, but you see his dilated eyes, like pure black nearly the pupils are so big.

“Aw, you still care sweetheart? Are you desperate for him like you were me? Begging for a touch?”

You glare over at Mahito. “Never mind, go for it,” you say, and Suguru has his hand back on his throat, shoving him up on the wall.

"I like you feisty, hmm. Kinda making you attractive.” Mahito is speaking even as Suguru’s hand tightens.

“Listen, this is just a warning. Stay away, or I’ll bring my friends, and I promise you’ll regret not taking this offer.” Suguru lets him go again, after shoving him onto the floor.

Mahito laughs, the sound grating and cold. "You think you know her? She's pathetic, and she'll come crawling back to me when she's had enough of your pity fucks."

The words are like a slap in the face, and you flinch. Suguru's eyes narrow, and he bends over and hits Mahito again, sending him sprawling to the ground. You wince a bit, the hit so hard it had to hurt, and finally Mahito’s just coughing up on the floor, and his laughter is gone.

“You don’t get to manipulate her anymore. All because you wish you could have ever gotten anyone like her, this is the only way you can, isn’t it?”

“Fucking… she’s not yours. She won’t ever be. She knows I’m the only one who will take her as broken as she is.”

“She doesn’t want you. And if you touch her again, I’ll make sure that hand will never fucking work. I’ll shatter it so you can’t even jerk yourself to the thought of her. You think you were ever good enough?” Suguru is on his knee now, pulling him by his collar, and Mahito finally sighs, looking at you, then him, saying nothing.

“Sugu… maybe time to…” You’re murmuring, and Suguru nods, letting Mahito go, and he falls with a thud to the ground, coughing up, suddenly quiet.

“Princess, you don’t want to hit him? I’ll hold him for you.” Suguru’s dangerous glint in his eyes shows you an entire new side of him, as he protects you, as he cares for you, and you fall deeper, in the living room of your ex.

You had faced so much abuse, mentally…

Now physically.

But…

“I can’t.” You whisper, and Mahito is staring up at you in confusion, brows drawn together, and Suguru sighs, letting him go.

“Touch her pretty face again and I’ll make you look unrecognizable. Don’t come near her. Got it?” Mahito says nothing, he is still staring at you, and the look makes you shiver in fright for some reason.

“Let’s go, Sugu.” You say again, softly, holding out your hand for him, and he takes it, leading you out, and you can just feel the eerie stare like a hole burned in your back.

“You all right, Princess?” Suguru asks softly, and you nod, clinging to him then, electricity rushing through your veins like nothing you’ve ever felt.

“I love you, Suguru Geto.” Is all you whisper, and he exhales then, picking you up and holding you off the floor, you’re just dangling there, arms wrapped around his neck, enwrapping in his silky hair.

“I love you, Princess. I hope I didn’t scare you… I held myself back.”

“That was holding back!?”

“Oh yeah. Wanted to fucking kill him.” You tremble a bit, and he carries you to the car then, popping you on the hood for a moment and kissing you right on it, in front of the quiet neighborhood, in front of Mahito’s house.

You feel so good in his arms, strong and safe, and you ache to be there forever, brushing his long, silky hair back and kissing him over and over, sighing as you feel the adrenaline in your veins from how good you feel. Then you shiver, and see the blinds open and you freeze. Suguru looks down at you, caressing your face gently.

“Ready to come to my place?” You nod, focusing on him now, and he pouts a bit, running his hands down your arms gently. “It’ll be okay, I’ll keep you safe.”

You exhale, falling against him and letting him hold you close, you inhale his perfect scent, the intoxicating sandalwood that always lingers, as his big arms hold you so tightly. You do feel safe, even with Mahito’s gaze burning a damn hole in your back, you just worry that you’ve brought Suguru trouble, and you hate that.

“Let’s go, love.” You swoon at the word damn near, and nod, sliding into his fancy sports car, and soon you’re back on the highway, as the morning sun keeps rising, brightening everything around you all.

“I’m so excited!” He chuckles a bit.

“I should have brought you last night but we were…” His hand is on your bare thigh, fingers gripping the soft inner part. “Occupied.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, but as you look down at his hand you frown, seeing the knuckles all reddened and chafed. “Are you okay, Sugu?”

“I used to get into brawls, that was nothing.” You tilt your head curiously, watching two pieces of hair fall out of his bun then. You realize you still have so much to learn about him.

“Can I clean these up?”

“If you want to, Princess. I’m good though.” He smiles at you, and your heart flutters at the look in his eyes. “I won’t let him touch you. If you gotta move in…”

“Suguru! That’s crazy talk though, yeah?”

“I don’t know, is it?” Your mouth drops open, and he focuses on the road now as you all drive, squeezing your thigh now with his big hand.

“You can’t just have me move in to protect me. I don’t think he’ll really hurt me, I think he-”

“He already hurt you.” He says with a glare, and you sigh, because he’s right, you don’t really know what he’s capable of. “Something about him is fucked. How the fuck did you think that was a good dude to be with? No offense, please love. But…”

“No, I never thought he was a good dude. It was that I thought he was what I deserved though, shit better than I deserved.” Your voice is quiet as he continues driving, you watch his hand clutch the steering wheel, the perfect jawline clench.

“I hate that you felt that way.”

“It’s because… well, my dad left me, so it fucked my mentality.” You look away a bit, and he squeezes your thigh reassuringly again.

“I heard some in your sleep, I didn’t wanna pry.” He says softly, and you feel embarrassed, as your mind whirls.

“You did?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to wait for you to tell me. I don’t want to hear something you didn’t want me to know yet. So I just pushed it away.” You all come to a red light, and the soft glow of the sun makes Suguru’s golden skin glow so beautifully. You scooch closer, caressing his cheek, watching his dark lashes lower over those chocolate eyes of his.

“Thank you for that, really. I was planning to get into that soon.” You kiss his lips as the light goes green, and he pulls you against him, huffing a breath.

“Whenever, Princess.”

“Dad left me and mom when I was young, and well… I tried to connect with him, I didn’t wanna believe he’d just leave. So I was a brat you know, to mom, I feel horrible.”

“You were a kid.”

“I know. But…”

“Nah, a kid doesn’t know or realize why someone would do something so shitty, so don’t put that on yourself. You put enough.” You blink back emotion, snuggling against his strong arm now, sighing.

“Thank you for that, Sugu.”

“Anything for you, Princess.” He murmurs, kissing your head then, and you inhale his scent, letting it fill your senses, as you feel his warmth.

“I tried to connect and eventually he came out and said he had never wanted me, wanted a kid at all.”

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah. Um, that hurts.”

“No shit that hurts. Fuck him.” You giggle then, unexpedtedly, peeking up at his perfect profile. “Fuck whoever didn’t want you, first off, second off how do you not want your own kid?”

“I agree, if I have a kid I want to be the best mom ever.”

“I bet you will cry over all their boo-boos.”

“Hey!” He’s grinning, looking so damn handsome you have to peck more kisses along his cheek bone. “You’re right though.”

“You want kids?”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to be a mom. You seem to wanna make me one!?” He chuckles again, and you giggle along with him, as you come to another red light, and he plants a soft kiss on your lips, hand sliding higher and making you ache.

“I’ve never thought about it until my best friend got his wife pregnant, when I was on that vacation with the prettiest woman ever.” You flush bright pink at that, as he purrs the damn words.

“You’re too charming, should be illegal.”

“Mmm, it should be illegal to look that good.”

“Flatterer!”

“No, because I mean it, Princess.” You sigh, running a hand along the back of his neck, against his silken hair.

“I love you, Suguru Geto. You make everything in my past seem like… stepping stones almost, to get to you.” He exhales at that, eyeing you carefully, emotion on his features clear as day.

“That’s what they are, but I wish you didn’t have to go through any of it. I wish I could take all your hurt away.”

“Oh, Sugu… I’ll never stop crying if you’re so sweet!”

“I’ll stop being sweet then.” He murmurs, then he’s sliding his hand up, finding you under your skirt, soaking wet. You whine then, as you grow wet so quickly it’s embarrassing, and he groans as he feels it. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Mnh!” Is all you manage, as his finger circles your little clit, and your hips jerk up, craving more of his touch, and your hand starts sliding to his lap, rubbing him over his slacks, feeling the bulge already pressing.

“Fuck.” Is all he murmurs, then he sucks in a breath as you unzip him, flipping your position until you’re on your knees in the seat. “Princess…”

“Let me suck you, please Sugu?” You pout up at him as he comes to a stop for a moment, then he curses under his breath.

“How am I gonna say no to this offer?” You grin as he helps release himself, his thick cock springing out when he undoes his pants and yanks down his boxers. You damn near drool, bending down and licking hip up his length, following the vein that wraps his cock. He groans out, hand shaky as it brushes your hair back. “Jesus fucking christ, Princess.”

“Mmm. Yummy.” You whisper, and he’s driving on the road, while your head is bobbing, and he rolls up the tinted windows then, kicking on the air as you suck him up and down, swirling on the tip.

“F-fuck! You’re doing so good, love.” He murmurs, and it urges you on, as one of your hands starts pumping up and down and you focus on the tip, tongue on the sensitive ridge of his, lapping up salty precum. He’s inhaling and exhaling so loud, as his hand grips in your hair now, and you’re soaking wet, dribbling out of your little hole, down your thighs.

The engine of the car hums as you suck him off, eager and desperate to taste him, to please him, to hear his every moan and sigh. Suguru’s cock is thick in your mouth, twitching as you suck hard, your cheeks hollowing, making his hand tighten in your hair, and you moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.

“Princess, oh my god- I- will you slow down!?” You pull away with a popping sound, licking your lips and peeking up at him, his adam’s apple bobbing, hand in your hair even tighter.

“Too much, Sugu?” You tease, earning a glare, and it just urges you on. “You can eat me out and make me cum like five times, let me get you off.”

“Not this quick, nuh uh.”

“Yes, huh.” You both glare, but as you stroke his cock, twisting your little hand you watch him melt. “I wanna swallow your cum. Let me.”

“Where did you come from? I’ll never know.” He gently strokes your cheek, as he hits another light, and at that point that touch alone gets you close to cumming, the thrill of being in this car, the taste of him, it’s all too much. “Let me just…”

Suguru’s hand reaches around, and now he’s playing with your cunt, sinking a finger in, watching as you shiver, as you whimper out from pleasure, gushing down his hand, before sticking his fingers back in his mouth, moaning as he sucks your arousal off. “Sugu! Why do you gotta be so hot!?”

“Says you. You want all this cum in that throat, Princess?” You nod, eagerly, then he grips your hair, arching up his hips and shoving his cock so deep, you drool as you suck it down, eagerly taking his cock down to the base, your throat tightening around him. He’s fucking your mouth now, your nose brushing his pelvis, and he’s groaning, breathless.

He’s back to touching you again, only to suck on his fingers, tasting you each time, and the way he wants to so desperately urges you on more, as you swallow around his cock, your throat working, taking as much of him as you can. You feel his cock swell, his balls tighten under your touch as you drool down them, his thighs tense under the hand braced there.

Fuck he’s sexy.

“You’re too good at this, mmm- ah - Princess. You’re so good.” You eat up every bit of his praise, as you feel him throbbing now, and you know he’s close. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, back up, don’t want you- hey! I said- ah fuck, you’re such a brat!”

You don’t back up, you know he worries about choking you, but you’re so ready, as your cunt is so wet and there’s pressure in your tummy, just from sucking him. Suguru starts to spurt his hot, thick cum into your mouth, and you take all of it, your throat contracting as you swallow everything.

“F-fuck…” His breathy cry shows you how sensitive he is, as you ease up, lapping every bit up and pressing little kisses to his tip, he jerks, sensitive, as you finally sit up, licking your lip.

“Yummy.” You murmur, and his lidded eyes drink you in, pulling over to the side of the road then, and your giggle is stopped when he slams his lips on yours, hands pulling your hair back roughly. “Mnh!”

“What do you do to me?” He whispers softly, cupping your face in his big hands, as cars whirl past you all. Your pussy is soaked when he’s touching you again, endlessly teasing your little clit, to where you can’t take it anymore.

“Suguru, I'm dying. Let’s get to your place. Please.” Suguru is kissing down your throat, and you’re crying out as his wet, hot lips decorate the delicate skin, your head tilting to the side.

“Wanna lick you right here.” His husky words do more damage to your already addled mind, as you lose sense of where you even are.

“How far? Mnh!” He nips your neck, his hands squishing your breasts in his grip, your nipples hardening to little peaks against his palms, your own hands are gripping his shoulders so tight.

“Twenty minutes. Ugh. Need you though.” You’re both desperate, as you kiss messily, teeth clicking together. “When you get there I don’t know if I’ll let you leave.”

“You gonna kidnap me? Yandere much?” He laughs, as do you now.

“You’re such a little nerdy brat.” You both kiss again, a little easier now. “I can’t ever get enough of you.” His eyes are dilated now, blown out, and you see him hardening again, making your eyes dart to it, then back to his, he flushes.

“I can do it more?” He groans, shaking his head.

“No, no, uh uh. Can’t take more, I’ll fucking wreck the car. Too good at it.” He speaks through gritted teeth, and you can’t stop the blissful, flushed feeling you get from his words, his touch, his energy. You bite your lower lip, hands sliding up his hard chest, sighing.

“Then let’s get to your place. Need the tour.”

***

You don’t see much of his house at first, it’s little glimpses more than anything, as you and Suguru Geto tear into each other, lips melding, until he turns you, your ass against him, kissing down the side of your neck. It’s tickling and tingling, every nerve ending is on fire as you focus, trying to take in the sleek, modern home Suguru lives in, beautiful and wide open.

“Oh fuck, it’s so pretty here, Sugu.” You murmur softly, he’s too busy touching you to respond more than a little grunt in your ear. Your hands hold his as his arms wrap around you, drinking in every detail now, noticing little paintings along the wall over the pretty fireplace. “Ooh!”

“Knew you’d like those.” He murmurs, and you turn to look up at him, damn near with hearts in your eyes, you adore him so much it just hurts.

“Can I go see?” You ask softly, Suguru nods, and comes to your side, guiding you by holding your hand. “Who even has fireplaces?”

He smirks at that. “I’ve only used it once. We could try it tonight?”

“That would be so cool!”

“You’re adorable.” You lean up on your tiptoes, to get a better view of the pretty paintings that adorn them, noting the oil texture, and you gently run your fingers on the air over it, not touching, but you can feel it, the emotion in them. The room is cool, as the air blows gently down your skin, sending a slight chill, making you shiver as you look at them intently.

“These are gorgeous. Who is the artist? I see no signature.” Suguru sobers up a bit then, and you look at him curiously, as he hunches just a bit, a hand running through silken locks, long and blown in various directions from the drive. You gently touch his arm then. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, of course it is.” He gives you a small little smile, one that breaks your heart then, with the sadness in his eyes pouring through. “My mother did these.”

His mother.

Fuck you know nothing yet, do you? You see the hurt clear as day and it breaks you, as you feel your throat tighten with the emotion, as you feel his energy. You look back to the beautiful paintings, the one in the middle catches your eye, it’s a dark figure but swirled with stars, as if the person was just outer space itself. It was so well done, and you could feel the passion she poured into it.

“Suguru, she was so talented, truly. I look at art all day. This is so beautiful, you can feel the… longing almost? The open mind, was she a bit of a daydreamer?” His mouth parts, and you tense then. “Shit, I should not assume! I shouldn’t-”

“No, she was. Um. She was always one with her nose in a book, head in the clouds, kind of spacey in places.” His voice takes a pained tone, and he sighs a bit, looking down.

“Like a dreamy smile on her face?” You ask, his eyes lock on yours, going wide then for a moment.

“How could you know that?” He asks, and you step a little closer, hands gently holding his own, feeling how stiff they’ve gone.

“Art can tell you so much about a person. I bet she was so beautiful. One day, if you want, you should show me. Is that okay to ask?” His eyes glitter then, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, as you realize you must have overstepped. “Oh my god, please don’t feel you have to. I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

“No, you’re not.” He says stiffly, and then he looks back at the painting, then back down at you. “When are you gonna show me your art?”

“I’ll show you whenever you want. At my apartment it’s there, but we were… occupied.” You blush, and he smiles just a bit.

“You remind me of her? Is that weird to say?” Suguru’s voice breaks you, and you can’t stop the fresh tears that build in your eyes.

“No, not at all. That’s a huge compliment. I imagine who raised a man like you was an incredible person.” Suguru turns away then, covering his face with a hand, and you gently touch his back.

“I don’t ever really talk about this.”

“You don't have to. I’m too much! Please… I’m so sorry-”

“No.” He turns now, taking you in his arms, and you see the redness right around his eyes, as he bends down, holding you so tightly. “Mom would have loved you. I wish… fuck.”

“Suguru, I’m so sorry.” Tears pour down your cheeks as your heart aches for him, and then he’s kissing you, drinking the salty tears up, and you cling to him tightly.

“I don’t… talk about them. Ever.” He whispers, and you shatter, you hurt so badly for the man you love, it’s like you feel it all, his grief, what he holds in.

“It hurts to talk about them, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does, but then… I should remember them. How did I not realize how similar you two are?” He kisses your forehead sweetly, exhaling, as you two hold each other in front of the fireplace, soft lights from outside filtering through.

“I wish I could have met her too. I’d thank her for having you.”

“Why do you do this!? It’s not manly to fucking cry.” You both laugh through your emotion, and he’s cupping your face, shaking his head as he studies you. “You bring out too many things in me.”

“You do too, Suguru.”

“No, you’re a little open book, miss tears.” He swipes them away as he speaks, and you tremulously smile. “I fall deeper every moment.”

“Suguru, so do I. Every second I breathe, I fall more.” He takes your lips back in his, gently holding you close, and you fell into the embrace so easily, fuck nothing feels more right than being here, in his arms.

“I would love to show you some photos sometime. And talk more.”

“Really!?” He nods, and you smile brightly, his breath catches, chocolate eyes lidded then.

“You’re the most beautiful person there is. You know that?” You look down, flushing with his praise, but he tilts your chin up. “You are.”

“Thank you, Suguru Geto. You make me feel beautiful every day. I don’t even know what life was before you.” Your arms wrap around his neck, popping little kisses along his jawline, feeling him tense now, your breasts pressed on his chest.

“I feel this place was lonely without you.” He says then, and your heart pounds in your chest, as you snuggle into his warm embrace.

“Oh Sugu, that’s how I feel about my place. Lonely now. We really got spoiled with that trip.” His lips are hot on your cheeks, as he plants kisses across your face gently.

“We did. Are you hungry, love? Thirsty?” You nod, and he chuckles, breath tickling your neck. “Which one?”

“Both. For you.” Your eyes lock onto his, and you watch those full lips part open, his gaze getting glazed over, you feel him getting tense against you.

“I wanted to kill him today.” The change in subject surprises you, and your eyes dart up to his serious face nervously, making you gulp a bit, throat dry. “I want to kill him, still, for everything he fucking did.”

“Suguru, I’m yours though. Yours.” He exhales, then he’s picked you up, and you cling to him, legs around his hips, his hands gripping your ass tightly.

“All mine, and no one else can touch you.” His words send shivers down your spine, and now you remember just how wet you were, how ready. How much you crave to fall in his arms, always.

“Show me that bed, Sugu.” You whisper against his lips, and before you know it you’re up the stairs, and you’re pressed against a huge, soft bed, with black and red blankets and pillows.

“Didn’t I promise you’d love when I pushed your head into it?” Suguru’s voice makes you tremble with need, you eagerly lick your lower lip and turn around, ass in the air, Suguru’s sharp intake of breath urges you.

“Like this, Sugu?” Your head falls, ass pressing back, then he grips you tightly, shoving your skirt up and yanking down your panties, all sticking to you.

“What good have I done to earn you in my bed like this?” He’s pulling you then, to the edge of the bed, your knees up and spread, and you’re open and waiting, shaking as you feel his breath on your cunt, just that alone has you whimpering. “Mmm, are you so easy for me, Princess? Haven’t licked you yet.”

“I could cum from a flick. I'm so sensitive.” You grumble, and he’s chuckling now, even more hot breaths as he grabs your ass, hands digging in and squishing as you jerk like crazy, wetness drooling down your lips.

“Let’s see if it’s true.” Then he’s there, his tongue sliding along your slit, making you jolt and arch up, grip the bed tightly.

“Sugu!” You cry out, legs trembling at how good it feels, and he keeps licking you, his hot tongue so fucking good as he’s tasting you, his teeth scraping your little clit, his chin against your entrance.

“You taste s’good, mmm.” He whispers against your folds, between more sloppy kisses, and you bite your lip to keep from screaming out, your eyes rolling back, your hips rocking back to meet his mouth.

You start to cum hard, and he keeps licking, keeps working you, until your thighs are trembling and your knees threaten to give out, but he’s got you, his arms around you, holding you up, his mouth never leaving your pussy, never letting you go. Your legs are just giving out, toes curling up under knee high socks he hadn’t taken off yet, fabric brushing the blankets with each movement.

“Suguru! Oh my- I- ngh!” You let out strangled, muffled cries, face still pressed in the bed as you shatter, as your oversensitive cunt is just gushing all over his face. You can hear him lapping you up, sipping your cum, before you hear him unbuckle his belt, and you get even wetter, craving him to fill you.

“Need you, now, Princess.” His voice is gruff, you arch your ass more, making him suck in a breath, then he’s got his cock in his hand, guiding it into your eager hole. Fuck he’s so deep like this, slamming through your slit straight to your cervix, making you scream out, pushing up on your arms.

“Suguru, so so good, yes, yes.” You’re mumbling incoherently, and he grips the skirt you still wear, using it to anchor himself deeper, in a brutal thrust that nearly knocks you over, and it pushes you over the edge again. “Ah!”

“Can you take it rough, love? Need to… claim… you’re mine…” He’s frenzied, as he struggles to hold back, sliding in and out of your cunt as gently as he can. You peek back at him, still in his dress shirt, his beautiful hair flowing over his handsome features, and your cunt throbs around his cock, as you nod.

“I can take it. Swear. Want it.” You urge him on, hearing his moan behind you, desperate grip on your hip as he starts pounding into you, the sound of skin smacking loud in Suguru’s big bedroom.

“If it’s too much… Tap me yeah?” You nod, then he’s pressing your head down into the mattress and fucking into you, bruising your cervix with each thrust as you’re cumming all around his thick length, as he’s stretching you, and you feel yourself clenching around him, close again. “Fuck you feel so good. Made for me, aren’t you Princess?”

He lifts your head, and you catch a quick breath, as he’s pulling your hair so hard tears prick your eyes, but you love it, you nod eagerly as he’s pulling, cumming all over his cock, his thighs, down to the pants still half on him. He’s sucking in a breath, the hand gripping your hip digging even deeper, thumb against your hip bone pressing and giving you even more pain, but fuck you love it.

“Sugu… sugu… mnh!” You can’t manage to speak, as you see little stars, as he’s fucking you brutal, and you don’t even know how you’re taking it, but you want more, so much more. “Y-yes, yes!”

“Perfect - ah - fuck you’re-” Suguru breaks off with a shaky groan, pushing in and rocking then, he feels himself bottom out in you, and you’re squeezing him like a vice, so tight he can’t move for a moment. “Princess…”

“Sugu…” You whine out, your voice is shaky and hoarse, as your toned thighs are shaking under you. Sugaru’s hands slide down the sides of them, feeling the muscles contract as you back your round ass up for more, he yanks those thigh highs down, to feel more. Fuck he loves your legs, loves your ass, loves your entire body, especially when it’s melting under him.

“Need you naked.” He murmurs, and then he’s pulled out for just a moment, unzipping your skirt to reveal that perfect ass of yours, the one that jiggles so goddamn good, and those sexy dimples in your back. He pulls you to your knees, to slip the top over your head, his hands running over your ribcage, to grip right under your bouncy breasts.

“Suguru, I love you.” You whisper softly, and you’re grinding on his thigh with your hot, soppy cunt, drooling on his pant leg. Huh. Suguru still has those on? He is too absorbed with feeling every inch of you to notice. He feels every inch of you as he lets you grind eagerly.

“I love you, Princess.” He murmurs, then he’s sliding his cock back inside you, as you’re on your knees, and now he holds your firm hips, urging you to bounce on his cock, and you whine out, barely able to grind. He chuckles, inhaling your scent, as he brushes your hair off your delicate neck. “Can’t move, love?”

“N-no, too much. Thighs hurt.” You mumble, and he’s rubbing them then, pressing his fingers into the muscles, so tense, and you shiver, head falling back against his chest. “Mmnh, thank you.”

“Mmhmm.” He bucks his hips up, watching your mouth open wide, eyes scrunching together as you turn your head towards him, and he feels your walls fluttering, making him sensitive. “Better?”

“Y-yes. Mnh…” You can barely speak, Suguru loves getting you here, fuck he loves watching you fall apart for him, loves feeling your abdomen tense, loves feeling that bulge as he slides in so deep. He’s pressing hard, and you’re screaming out, pausing your movements, shaking.

“I can feel my cock here, can you Princess?” He takes your little hand, putting it on your lower tummy, and you gasp as you feel his cock, eyes opening wide to look back at him. Cock drunk eyes, glittering, so beautiful it makes him closer just from that look of yours.

“That’s your- ah!” He shoves up deep again, grinning as your hand presses in, as you feel him, and you start losing the last bit of control.

“You feel it, don’t you?” You nod, grinding on him now, and he’s losing his own control, you’re so hot, wet and tight, your hand clutching his as he moves.

“I feel it. Oh my- cumming- Sugu cum in me. Please.” You beg now, and who is he to turn down such a pretty offer?

Suguru can’t wait till that flat tummy is round with him.

“Cum in you, you want me to fill you up?”

“Please, please… put those babies in- ah- me!” You beg now, and you feel your every nerve on fire, everywhere he touches is making your muscles tense, your body is going weak, twitching as you feel his huge bulge in your tummy.

“You’ll look so fucking beautiful, filled with me.” His husky voice kills you, and now he grabs your face with one hand, slamming his firm lips on yours, and you’re screaming out into them, letting him drink your cries. You’re shattering around him, blinded by the force of your orgasm, and then he’s pushing your hips down, and pumping in you, groaning.

His hot cum fills you up so full, you can’t even take it, so hot as it coats your walls, you feel his panting breaths on your lips, feel him shiver under you as his cock twitches. Your aftershocks are milking his cock for every bit sucking that cum up in deep, making him softly whine out, so sexy you can’t take it.

“You ovulating or something? Fuck.” He groans out, and you giggle.

“I wouldn’t know. Why?”

“It’s like you want all this cum, sucking me dry.” You giggle again, leaning your head back on him, your entire body weak from your exertions.

“I think I always am for you. Ever since you said you wanted twins in here.” You pull up his hand, putting it on your tummy.

“It would be so sexy round with me. It’s true.”

“Freaky Sugu.”

“Says you.” You’re bright pink, as he eases out of you, making both of you hiss out a bit at the sensation. “Did I go too rough?”

“No, I liked it rougher.” You’re even pinker now, and he smirks.

“You’re so cute. My little virgin.”

“Not at all now! You’ve done all kinds of things.” He chuckles, caressing your cheeks gently.

“Still lots to try with you, pretty.” Your mind runs rampant, but soon he’s helping you clean up, being so gentle and careful with you, it melts you. “Ah she’s all red.”

“I don’t care, she’ll be okay.” He just shakes his head, grinning up at you, stopping your heart with how gorgeous he looks, how much you adore him damn near constricting your throat. You brush his hair back, all wild and messy from fucking into you, he kisses the hand that caresses him.

“Shower?” You nod, and then his phone goes off. He peeks at it, sighing. “Your bestie?”

Suguru snorts, rolling his eyes. “Of course it is. Is it okay-”

“Of course!”

He kisses your cheek, swiping a thumb along the screen, and he puts his friend right on speaker. “Hey Satoru.”

“Sugu! Buddy you put a baby in her yet?” Suguru is bright red, and you are too, to the tips of your ears, looking to Suguru in shock.

“You’re… on speaker, Satoru.” He mumbles, and now you really wanna know just how close these two are.

“Oh shit, hey island babe!” You giggle at the deep voice on the other end, rolling your eyes a bit.

“Hello, Gojo. How are you?”

“How are you? Bet he fucked up your-”

“Satoru!” Suguru growls out, and you hear raucous laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. You good though? I heard some asshole touched you. Need me to pay him a visit?” He doesn’t even know you and he already would protect you, something about that makes your heart swell. You snuggle up to Suguru then, and he wraps an arm around you.

“I’m good now, Suguru decked his ass.” Gojo laughs at that.

“Good, but if it happens again he’s so fucked. Mmm, listen I called because we’re doing a get together at our place. I’d love you to come meet everyone.”

“I would love to!”

“We’ll be there.”

“Good deal. See you heathens tomorrow, I can’t wait for the wifey to meet you.”

“I can’t wait to meet her!”

“Have fun, brats.” Satoru hangs up then, and you look at Suguru with narrowed eyes for a moment.

“What!?”

“You told him you wanna… knock me up!?”

Suguru sighs, covering his face with a hand for a moment. “Listen, we are really, really close. Too close? I’m sorry.”

“How close?”

“Um…”

“Like y'all were together?” You ask curiously, and he chuckles, shaking his head at that.

“No, like best friends though. Like we may have. Fucked women together?” His last words were a mumble, and you blink for a moment.

“Oh god, you were a hoe, huh?”

“Not that big of a hoe!”

“Uh huh.” You poke at his strong chest, fingertips sliding down the lettering of the tattoo you love.

“Are you jealous?”

“Very.” At that he’s grinning, and yanks you against him.

“My hoe days are way behind me. This beautiful girl reformed me. She also has a big ass and-”

“Sugu!!”

“What!?” You both laugh, then he’s dragging you to his bathroom, it’s sleek, modern and huge, the shower alone is bigger than your bathroom.

“Oh it looks so nice, Sugu!”

“Let me wash you, Princess.” He starts the shower, and soon you all are inside of it, the hot water pounding on your already overheated bodies, you get heady as he washes your hair, washes your body, spending too much time on your ass.

“You’re such an ass man.” You tease, and he is smirking behind you, gripping it with soapy hands.

“It’s a perfect match. Are you excited about tomorrow, or nervous?” He asks, rinsing you with the detached head.

“I’m nervous they won’t like me. But excited to meet them!”

“Nah, they’ll love you, promise. You’ll love Gojo’s wife. She’s also one of my very good friends. God, Satoru is such an idiot I was surprised.”

“An idiot huh?”

“You’ll find out.”

“And you fucked girls with him.”

Suguru chuckles at your tone. “I didn’t even know you yet!”

“Hmph.”

“You’re hot when you’re jealous.” He’s wrapping his arms around your waist, and you feel so goddamn good, this morning seems so distant. You’re still afraid, but with Suguru, you feel like you can handle it, though something about that look… “You okay Princess?”

Mahito’s cruel words still eat at you, you shove them down, looking up at the man who is your everything. “I’m so good, Suguru. Just thinking… how I want nothing to mess this up.”

He frowns a bit then. “I won’t let him touch you.”

“I know, Sugu, I know.” Suguru kisses you deeply, desperately, in his pretty black and white tiled shower, and you try to shove that fear away, but it wants to linger, until you finally lose yourself in him, in his touches, in his taste, in his hold. “Mnh, you’re my everything.”

He pulls back, now you’re facing him, head tilted back, and he’s running a hand down your slick body, down your little waist, up the side of your breast, as his other hand cups your face. “You’re my everything. That’s why I’ll keep you safe.”

“I love you.” He exhales, and you fall into each other.

You don’t want anything to fuck this up.

You don’t know if you can take it.

Chapter 11

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/149324236

#suguru smut #geto suguru #jjk suguru #suguru geto smut #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, based on endgame by taylor swift (you don't understand how much i'm loving this song), cute gf flo

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: omg, it's finally here. I'm so sorry it took me sooo long, it just I was super busy. Was this inspire by Ms. Taylor Swift? Yes, yes it was. I really hope you guys like this one. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love you all so much <3

note 2: guys, I'm currently reading 'Delilah Green doesnt' care' and it's giving me so many ideas for fics. So would any of you be interest in more mum!florence? Please let me know. Xoxo, M

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

Your eyes were closed, your head was on her chest listening to her steady heartbeats, a soft smile formed on your lips.

“Promise me this is forever,” you whispered.

You knew she was awake, she was doing the same thing as you, enjoying the moment, living in the present.

Your eyes found hers already looking at you.

“I promise,” she said, her smile mirroring yours.

Her lips found yours as if sealing the promise forever, but nothing ever lasts forever. The kiss that was first sweet and soft and filled with love, turned bitter, harsh and cold. You pulled back confusion written all over your face.

You blink once then twice, and suddenly you were waking up on your bed, alone. You cursed yourself at the stupid memory. It was so pathetic to still think about Florence that way. You two were history, long forgotten, just a memory of your adolescence.

You shook your head, trying to wake up your foggy brain from the nap you had taken. And decided to get some work done as a way to clear your head from your silly old fantasies.

You made yourself a cup of tea, grabbed your notebook and put your headphones on. You only had three more months to finish your second album. The deadline wasn’t much of a concern of yours, what bothered you was the lack of inspiration. Every lyric you would write down was just trash, it was as if you were missing something. So far you had only five finished songs, and you needed ten more to have the album finished.

You were humming, moving your head to the beat as you let your brain come up with the right words, but it felt as if you were stuck.

“I wanna be your endgame,” you sang to the beat. “I wanna be, I wanna be your… ” you threw your head back in annoyance, frustration getting the best out of you.

You had been sitting on the floor for the last hour, trying to finish this one song but you were not even close to it. You took a deep breath trying not to lose your shit. Your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a new notification and that took your whole attention.

“Y/n Y/l/n and Drew Starkey spotted out for dinner,” you read out loud and couldn’t help rolling your eyes at the link your manager and best friend had sent you.

According to the news, you were dating both Drew Starkey and Joe Keery. You also almost got engaged the week before to Rudy Pankow, but apparently cheated on him with Maya Hawke. You knew better than to actually pay attention to fake news, but you couldn’t help to. After all that was now your life, the life of a startpop in the making, so much for a boring Oxford kid.

Your reputation precedes you, in rumours you were knee-deep. But there was nothing you could do about it. Exhausted from your social life and the poor lack of motivation to do the one thing you loved the most, you decided to go out on a walk, hoping it would help to clear your thoughts about both the fake news and Florence, who you tried to ignore from thinking of. But ever since that dream you found yourself thinking about her more often.

You knew she was as famous as you were, maybe even more. You had to admit to yourself that some nights you found some kind of comfort in her movies, watching her cute pouty face, the one she was most known for.

She was your first love, she taught you how to love, what it was to be loved. Of course it wasn’t easy to forget about her, even after all these years, some part of you still craved her love. It wasn’t that you didn’t love each other when you both decided to go separate ways, it was because things weren’t so simple anymore. You two weren’t just two teenargs in love, you were slowly becoming adults. She had booked roles and you were making your way into the music industry.

And without the two of you knowing you two just drifted apart, the two of you too caught up in your careers. But you loved her, so you decided to let her go, hoping and praying to the universe that maybe she would come back to you one day.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door to your local cafe and someone bumped into you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t… “ but you stopped cold once you saw the strangers eyes.

“Y/n?” she asked, her voice as soft and raspy as you remembered. “What are you doing here?” a smile formed on her face, as if she was genuinely happy to see you.

You shook your head trying to clear out your mind, was Florence really in front of you? “I, um, I lived here,” you blinked once, twice and she was still there. “Just around the corner,” you added, cursing yourself for being so awkward. “What are you doing here?”

Was this a sign of the universe? Have your prayers been answered?

“Visiting my family,” right her family, you thought. “Well, not just that, I’m also working,” she scratched the back of her neck. “I was actually hoping to see you, too.”

“Really?” that had to mean something, the universe couldn't be messing around with you this cruelly. Right?

“Yeah, I have, um… I have been thinking about you.” she smiled at you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach. “I think we should talk.”

“I, um,” what were you supposed to say? Were you willingly going to agree to spend time with the love of your life as if the two of you were going to be just friends? What was that supposed to mean?

“Yeah, sure. When are you free?” you finally agree.

You mentally checked your schedule, you were supposed to finish your songs but taking a break wouldn’t hurt anybody. Plus, you were going to get your coffee and get back to it right away.

“Um, what about now?”

Shit, you thought. She wasn’t going to give you any time to prepare yourself. Well, you better get into it, rip it off like a band aid.

“Okay, I was going to get a coffee and then we can…”

“Yeah, yeah, take your time. I’m going to find us a table.”

You order your coffee while mentally preparing for the conversation the two of you were going to have. What was she on about? Was it really a big coincidence? Did the universe put her in our path for some reason? You shook your head, you needed to stop thinking about the universe’s way of working for a second.

They handed you your coffee and now you had no more excuses to avoid her, not that you wanted to. Some part of you long to be near her, but you were scared of what this whole thing was about.

“So, um, what’s up with Drew?” she tried to pretend she didn’t care but was actually dying to know if you were actually dating him, not that you noticed it.

“Who?”

“Drew? Starkey?”

“Oh, yeah, Drew,” you chuckled, silly you for forgetting your own friend. “He’s just a friend, a really good friend,” was it your imagination or did she just let out a breath of relief. “What about Ashley?” you asked before taking a sip of your coffee.

She smiled at you, “She’s also a really good friend.”

“So, um…”

“Listen, Y/n…”

The both of you chuckled.

“You go first, Flo”

That nickname. It was stupid because everyone who knew her would call her ‘Flo’, but coming out of your lips felt different. She had missed hearing her name on your lips, she had missed you.

“I’m just going to say it, okay?” you only nodded. “I lied earlier, I’m not here for work or visiting my family. I came here to find you,” your lips parted in disbelief. “Ever since we broke things apart, I had been feeling like something was missing, Y/n. And I recently realised it was you. Well, I saw the article about you getting married and all I could think of was that something wasn’t right.”

“Florence I…”

“No, please let me finish,” she cut you off. “I understand that we are strangers to each other, but I would love to get to know you once again. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, it can be like a fresh start. I just really need you in my life, Y/n. I miss my best friend.”

You took another sip of your coffee, stealing time before giving her an answer. The truth was you already knew what you wanted, you knew it the moment you sat at the table, but you wanted to mess with her just a little bit.

You put your cup down, and finally your eyes found hers, “I would like nothing more.”

[...]

Ever since that day, Florence and you had been spending everyday together. Catching up with each other and going back to old habits.

The more you hang out with her, the more you could feel your old feeling coming back. But you didn’t want to rush things just to ruin them again. But one particular afternoon you couldn't hold back anymore and decided to do something about it.

She had fallen asleep 30 minutes ago, you chuckled as you realised her current state because she had picked out the movie but turns out she was more tired than what she let you see.

You headed to your small studio and decided to get back to the song you were working on before running into Florence. You knew exactly what you wanted to say, having found your new inspiration a few weeks ago.

You pressed play and the music started playing, you already had a few things written down in your notebook you just needed to put all your ideas together.

You were so lost and immersed in finishing the song, going at it back and forth, changing some lyrics, singing some ideas, writing and crossing out some bits, that you didn’t realise someone was watching you just when you were about to finish.

You had already recorded the whole song and were just checking it out when Florence leaned in the frame door.

Florence smiled as she listened to your sweet voice. She wondered who this song was about.

Knew her when I was young, reconnected when we were little bit older

Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders

She didn’t want to get her hopes up.

Reputation precedes me, in rumors, I'm knee-deep

The truth is, it’s easier to ignore it, believe me

She felt her heart shrinking in her chest.

Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

And you understand the good and bad end up in the song

She listened closely to the song as you hummed to it.

For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Her heartbeat and body temperature were rising.

I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny

After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July

I've passed days without fun, this end game is the one

With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it

She couldn't take it any longer.

“I like it,” she said, getting closer to where you were sitting. “It’s catchy,” she said, trying to shake her feeling away. That song could be about anyone.

“I feel like something’s missing,” you scrunch your nose.

“Sing the corus to me, please,” she looked at you with her doe eyes and you swear you could have melted in that moment.

You shook your head with a smile on your face and compiled, “I wanna be your endgame, endgame,” you finished singing the chorus. “And then it goes. Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah,” you sang, trying to not look at Florence.

“You know, it sounds awfully familiar,” she teased, wanting nothing more than for it to be true.

“And you heard about me, ooh. I got some big enemies,” you kept on going.

“What are you trying to say, Y/n?” she kept on pushing you.

“Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation, ah. And I heard about you, ooh. You like the bad ones, too,” you finished, trying to tell her that you were thinking exactly what she was thinking.

She was so close to you now, her knees brushing against yours, sending electricity throughout your body. You could feel her hot breath on your lips.

“I want to…” she didn’t finish her sentence because you were already nodding and she smashed her lips to yours in a second.

You felt as if a wave of cold water was washing over you. Her lips felt both familiar and new at the same time. You felt at home as she wrapped her arm around your waist and her other hand cupped your cheek. You didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, but both you and her needed to breathe so ultimately pulled apart.

She rested her forehead on yours, both of her hands cupping your cheeks, caressing your skin with her fingertips.

“I wanna be your endgame,” you quietly sang to her.

She chuckled before kissing you again and again and again.

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-M

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Hii, I hope you're having a great week! So...

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNn2T1fW/

Can you imagine Bucky and reader sparring and then this happens? If you do, could you write something based on that?

Maybe reader's also a super soldier, or enemies to lovers, anything you prefer.

(if you can't imagine them, picture this as a friends to lovers, you could do something like they're teaching Morgan how to fight (maybe Tony knows or he doesn't) and then they take her to a school competition and they're totally in love with her making their moves, and look like proud parents or something?)

Thanks for reading/considering it, I'm sure I'll like anything you write ♥️

OOH I love this because I can just imagine the sexual tension if this happened. This is going to be enemies to lovers. Super soldier reader. Yes to all of this. I prefer both so we're gonna do both. Also I added a version with training Morgan because THAT IS SO CUTE. Also on my knees apologizing for only getting to this now.

Enemies to lovers version (contains smut. Lots. Scroll past this if you just want the wholesome fluffy version where Morgan plays matchmaker)

"I'm not training with her" Bucky hissed through gritted teeth, not even bothering to look your way while Steve rubbed a hand over his face.

"Buck please, she-

"No"

You smirked rolling your eyes, shrugging at the Captain before making your way over to the punching bags to train by yourself. Again. As usual. It didn't bother you. That much. You had grown used to doing things on your own; after you escaped hydra, Fury found you and introduced you to the team. The team was more than happy to have a second super solider on with them. You were enhanced just like a certain brunette super solider with a metal arm, except said super soldier never seemed to accept you.

Bucky couldn’t stand you.

You were sarcastic.

You had an attitude.

Stubborn.

Extremely skilled.

Unbelievably attractive.

It infuriated him that you were one of the prettiest people he’d ever seen (he’d never let you know that, not even over his dead body). His relationship with you was doomed from the start; you clashed with him on your first mission, disregarding every order he gave you. The mission was a success but any chance of a civil relationship was not.

*****

2:05 AM

You shot up from bed, cold sweat covering your body, waking up from another nightmare. They hadn’t ceased, if anything they had gotten worse since you moved to the compound. The room was too quiet. Your thoughts were too loud. You sighed, dragging yourself up to go to the gym; maybe you could tire yourself into sleeping again. You threw on a tiny pair of shorts and a sports bra, unbothered with what you were wearing because who would be at the gym at this time anyway.

You huffed in frustration as you walked down the hall, the faint sound of metal whirring and hits to a punching bag carried past the gym doors. The clinks of dog tags few louder, the closer you got. Usually you didn’t pay any attention to the grumpy super solider but today you were no mood for his silent glaring.

You entered the gym, walking right past him, your heart skipping a beat seeing his shirtless form. Bucky never trained without a shirt on unless he was alone. You cringed at yourself, irritated over the way your stomach clenched watching his muscles flex each time he hit the punching bag.

“Why are you here” Bucky’s jaw clenched, halting his movements, staring at you while you stretched out on the mat. Your eyes locked with his but you remained silent, deciding to ignore him while you continued to stretch.

“Pissing me off in the day time wasn’t good enough, you decided to ruin my nights too?” He stalked over to you, his breaths heavy from his workout.

“What the fuck is your problem” You stood up, your chest nearly brushing against his, you could feel his body heat radiating against you.

“You know what the fuck my problem is? You’re so fucking stubborn, you don’t follow orders, you think you’re better than everyone else-

“You think you’re any better?! You’re so pissy all the time, you’re so arrogant and why the hell do you just stare-

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t even understand why Fury brought you here or Tony agreed to take you on, you’re the easiest target on the team anyway, anyone could take you”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, both you and Bucky knew that was a lie; you were as skilled as him and in some ways maybe better. Still, he didn’t back down, all of his frustrations going....down south....in his sweats.

“Yeah? If I’m so easy, then why do you never train with me. What the hell are you so scared of Barnes?”

Bucky stepped forward, his chest bumping against yours, making you step back. His breaths fanned onto your face; his eyes boring into you. A smirk danced across his lips, fuck he loved the way you- no he hated. He hated the way you never backed down. Hated.

“Scared? Princess, you think I’m scared of you?”

“Don’t call me that” You practically growled while Bucky smirked, enjoying every reaction he got out of you. Your eyes grew wide at the name he called you, your fist itching to connect with his face.

“Or what” He pressed against you further but this time you stood firm, your bodies flush against each other. Bucky willed himself not to feel your nipples against his torso through the thin material of your sports bra. “You’re too easy”

“Fight me then” You hissed, your eyes challenging him.

He never said no to a challenge.

*****

“Fuck”

Bucky could feel his cock stir each time a grunt or groan would slip from your lips. He shook his head trying to clear his mind, ignoring the way your warm body felt under his. He swallowed thickly when a frustrated moan escaped your lips as he threw you onto the mat.

“I told you you’re too eas- uggh

You managed to recover, immediately knocking him from underneath, sending him down with ease. You’d been sparring for nearly half an hour, the both of you covered in sweat, chests heaving, thick tension filling the air. You both managed to get up, eyes locking again before charging at the same time.

Bucky swung his leg at the same time you did, the both of your knees locking, sending you both crashing down onto the mat. You quickly escaped from his hold, catching him by surprise when you straddled him, your eyes growing wide feeling his hard cock underneath. You swallowed thickly, not getting off him, your already soaked panties getting wetter.

“You’re the one that’s too easy” You whispered, your breath hitching when his hands moved to grab your thighs to keep you in place.

“Hmm, you know the walls are thin princess” He shifted his hips up to grind on you, his hands still holding your thighs firmly. He’d managed to hold this composure thus far but the second you were on top of him, all control went out the door. You gasped, your face heating up while he let out a dark chuckle. “So fucking needy”

“Fuck you” You spat, ready to climb off him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you thought about him while you took care of yourself at night. Every night.

“I will fuck the attitude out of you” Bucky growled, rolling you both over so you were pinned on the mat. You squirmed under him, letting out a squeak feeling his boner rub against your clothed core. Bucky could smell your arousal, groaning when your legs spread apart further for him. If he was offering...

“Do it then. Fuck me solider”

Bucky ripped your sports bra off before tugging your nipple between his teeth, his eyes darkened with lust when your back arched, crying out. He sucked your nipple harshly before sucking dark bruises along your collar bone, moving up to your jaw.

“I know you’re soaked baby” His hands trailed down, his hand dipping into your panties, groaning at the feeling of your slick coating his fingers. You moaned as he moved to rub your clit, the pads of his fingers tracing soft circles around your sensitive nub. He hummed as soon as you moaned, loving the way your clit throbbed on his fingers. “Hmm, there it is”

Bucky pinned your hands above your head, your wrists held firmly in his metal hand, his other hand still toying with your clit. You moaned and cried out and he kept working you towards you orgasm, slowing down each time you nearly reached your high. You nearly growled in frustration, biting his neck, causing him to groan, his cock growing painfully hard in his sweats.

“Bucky, fuck you, don’t stop, let me cu-

“See how it feels when you ignore orders baby? When you just want....” he sped his fingers up, his face mere centimeters away from yours, eyes hooded with lust. Your breaths got heavier, you were so close, soo close but- “..you just want me to listen to you, don’t you?”

You glared at him, your lip caught between your teeth, when he pulled his hands away, his fingers glistening with your slick. You let out a frustrated whine, gasping when he put both fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. His eyes rolled back, moaning loudly at your taste.

“So grumpy, why princess? Did you want to cum? Is that all?” Bucky pulled his fingers away, stuffing them in your mouth before you could respond. Your eyes grew wide while he shoved the further down your throat, his cock throbbing feeling your tongue swirl around his digits.

“Greedy little baby” He smirked while you sucked his fingers, groaning when you bit down on them. “Such a brat” He growled, tugging down your shorts and panties before pulling his sweats down enough to free his cock. He man handled you, bending you over with your ass in the air, pressing your chest flat against the mat while you squirmed.

“Beg me”

He had your arm pinned behind your back to keep you from moaning, the blunt tip of his cock teasing your dripped entrance.

“Y’know I hear you at night baby” He whispered while your body heated up, biting your lip to silence your moans, you didn’t want to beg him to fuck you but you were close to giving in. “I know those fingers don’t fill you up the same way, hmm?”

“Fuck you”, You hissed, your patience running low when he nearly pushed his cock in, pulling away again. He rubbed the tip of his cock all around your soaked folds, moaning while you tried to shift, crying out when he spanked you.

“Beg me sweet heart”

“You’re so arrogant” You nearly pulled out of his hold but he only held you in place tighter.

“And you’re making a mess on the mat for my cock, ask nicely baby” Bucky chuckled, keeping his cock between your pussy, humping and rutting against you. You could only take so much, your restraint growling weak, but not enough to beg. You smirked to yourself, knowing exactly how to rile him up, Bucky was many things. Jealous was one of them.

“Well if you can’t fuck me, I’m sure the Captain would be happy to- AH F-FUCCKKK”

Bucky didn’t even let you finish your sentence, his cock slamming into you in one stroke. He gave you no time to adjust, letting go of your arm so he could grab your hips in a bruising grip, pulling you back against him to meet his harsh thrusts.

“You’re such a fucking brat” Bucky hissed through gritted teeth as he fucked you relentlessly, his balls slapping hard against your pussy. “Such a stubborn fucking slut, but you’re my slut, I know you moan for me when you cum every night baby”

You moaned loudly, your pussy swallowing every inch of his cock, the serum in your veins making pleasure surge through your body as he drove into you. You could already feel your orgasm start to build again, crying out as he hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You’re close already, can feel it” He pulled his cock out, flipping you onto your back. His body was glistening under the gym light as he filled you up again, his face inches away from yours “I wanted to see this pretty face when you cum baby”

You couldn’t formulate words, his lips smashing onto yours while you locked your ankles around his waist. He groaned feeling your thighs squeezing around him. your walls clenching and fluttering.

“I-I’m gonna cu-m” You choked out, your eyes rolling back when his hands snaked between your bodies to rub your clit.

“Hold it” He ordered you, fucking you harder while pressing your clit, “My pretty little cum princess, you dream about me filling you don’t you? Needed a fat cock to fuck the attitude out of you”

You were too lost in pleasure to give a fuck any more, you moaned wantonly, nodding, your arms wrapping around him to feel him closer. Bucky let his body weight drop onto you, his cock starting to throb, balls tight against his body.

“Cum y/n, cum with me, fuck let go, cream on my cock baby” He panted against your neck, moaning in your ear feeling his cock harden. You nearly wailed, cummings around his cock, immediately triggering his orgasm.

“B-BUCKY I-Fuckfuck, don’t stop-keep g-going, oh fuck baby keep going” Your head was thrown back, your walls spasming and clit throbbing as he fucked you through your high.

“Fuck milk me baby, milk it, this is my fucking pussy, so fucking tight-shit” You could feel his warmth fill you up, both your orgasms never ending. You squirmed and moaned while he kept rutting his hips into you, cum still bursting from the tip. “Take my load baby, you like that? You like when I fuck my cum back into you? Filled you up so much princess, you’re making a mess”

You were too fucked out to respond, you gasped, feeling his metal hand swat your cheek, smirking while you moaned with glassy eyes looking at him. He brushed away the tears that spilled down your cheeks, you could hear the squelch of your combined arousal squirting out of you each time his cock slid back in. Bucky nearly passed out, seeing his thick cock covered in your arousal, his cum still dripping out of you.

“Why are you so messy babygirl, you’re wasting my cum, your tiny little pussy can’t even hold all of it”

You squeaked when he pulled out of you, spreading your lets apart, licking a thick stripe from your soaked messy entrance to your clit. He gave your clit a flick with his tongue, making our cry out before gathering more of your mixed arousal on his tongue.

“Open” He squeezed your cheeks while you stuck your tongue out, spitting into your mouth. “You’re mine, understood?”

That was round 1.

After like 20 more rounds, you’re both passed out in each others arms, snuggled closely, bare naked on the mats. Steve’s the first to walk in, followed by Sam, then Nat, Tony and then Clint.

“I’m going back to bed” Clint blinks, looking at Bucky’s bare ass, his body keeping you covered, before leaving the gym.

“I hate you” Sam shakes his head, sliding a $20 to Tony; Tony silently cackled, honestly quite proud of himself for calling it since day one. Steve was unsurprised but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the sight before him. His cheeks are tinted red, eyes trained on the floor while Nat bumps his shoulder.

“You got competition” Nat sassed, nodding at Bucky’s perky ass, giving Steve a swat before leaving to train outside instead. When you wake up, you swallow thickly, wondering if things would go back to the way they were before. Your heart races because you did want to be his....but did he...You squeak when Bucky’s arms wrap around you, he could practically read your thoughts without you saying anything, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I said you’re mine, remember?”

*****

Version 2, with Morgan

"Okay, ready?"

Morgan nodded, her brows furrowed and locked with the super solider.

"Go!"

Morgan swung her tiny fist into his chest before round house kicking his side. You giggled watching from the edge of the play mat in the living room, watching Bucky throw himself down. He was putting on an Oscar worthy show, howling in pain while Morgan proudly stood up and held her hand out to help him stand up. He grinned, taking her little hand and ruffling her hair. You felt your face heat up watching Bucky with Morgan, he was already the sweetest but seeing him with kids? Fuck.

“That was perfect Morgan, think you’re ready for Saturday?”

“What’s Saturday?”

The three of you turned to see Tony eyeing you all suspiciously, while you quickly kicked the mat away so he wouldn’t see. Morgan ran into his arms as he swiftly caught her, pecking her cheek.

“Daddy! Are you coming to my school competition on Saturday?”

Tony swallowed thickly, he felt awful. He’d meant to take some time off to teach her some self-defense before her match on Saturday but never got the time and had forgotten it was coming up soon.

“Sweet heart, are you sure you want to go this year? We can always sigh up again-

“NOO! You have to come! Please?” She put on her best puppy pout (Bucky had clearly taught her more than just how to fight. Tony sighed, he’d never once won an argument with his daughter and he wasn’t about to win this one.

Morgan’s eyes shifted between you and Bucky, happy to request extra training time because it meant you’d both train her together. And then maybe if Mr. Barnes wasn’t such a chicken, he’d actually as his pretty friend, who he had an obvious crush on, out on a date.

*****

Tony and the team stared with wide eyes while Morgan swung her leg around, locking it with her opponents. Where the hell did she learn to fight?! Morgan managed to hold her down, remembering the techniques her personal super solider trainer taught her, waiting for the ref to count down before letting her go. Tony practically howled when she was declared the winner, shaking hands with her opponent before going to the podium.

“Bucky she did it!” You squealed, clapping as Morgan got her medal, while Bucky grinned like a proud parent.

“Mr. Barnes! Y/n!! I did it!!” She ran to you and Bucky, jumping at you both while Bucky lifted her onto his shoulders. You pulled her down to kiss her head, while Tony snorted, shaking his head.

“Where the hell did you learn that?!”

“Language Tony!”

“Pepper did you see that?! Where did she learn that?!”

“Mr. Barnes and y/n taught me” She smiled proudly while everyone gathered around to take pictures, a large toothy grin plastered on her face. Sure she won the competition but there was still one task that was incomplete.

She tapped on Bucky’s head, still happy perched on his shoulders while he peeked up at her.

“You wanna come down?”

“No, ask y/n out” She whispered, rolling her eyes when the super solider blushed.

“I-

“Do it!!”

Bucky nodded, handing off Morgan to Tony, making his way over to you. Why the fuck was this so hard, you were his best friend, he used to be a ladies man, now he needed directions from a five year old.

“Hi”

“Hi Buck”

You bit your lip, stepping closer to each other, months of tension with neither of you making a move reaching a all time high. Bucky blushed more, hesitant to lean in while you looked up and him with hopeful eyes, he was fine when it came to everything else but when it came to you...

“MR. BARNES JUST KISS HER ALREADY!”

“Yeah Mr. Barnes- ow” Pepper dragged Tony and the team away while Bucky snorted, cupping your face in his hands, pressing his lips onto yours. You stood on your toes, your arms wrapping around him to pull him closer.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that” You giggled, your lips still brushing against his, not pulling away.

“Guess I needed some encouragement from my little minion”

“Hmm, did you get any other advice from them?” You bit back a laugh, imagining little Morgan telling off the 6′4 former assassin he had to make a move.

“She said I should ask you out” Bucky stated, as a matter of factly, his forehead resting on yours.

“Smart girl” You nodded, bringing Bucky down for another kiss. and another. and another.

*****

Imagine how happy Morgan would be with her little dress and flower crown when she gets to be the flower girl at your wedding. There’s all this wedding décor around, some cute cut outs saying “I do” but Morgan has been carrying around this sign that says I DID IT because her antics brought you together.

Maybe Tony shakes his head, handing over a $100 to her in the middle of the ceremony cause she told him she’d get you both together and he didn’t take her seriously.

Pepper’s never been prouder.

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vilevenom · 4 months

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hurt comfort for fem branch please 😭

I hc her as autistic so maybe male poppy reassuring her

Ik u don't really care ABT the genders, but I'm heavy projecting on branch cause I kin him and I am DYING today

Thank you SO SO SO much for writing it if you decide to

HELLO ANON!

I am SO sorry that you sent this ask around a week ago and I'm only able to give you something now. I also hope I'm not posting this too late for you 😕 (This is the first night on my vacation I've managed to dig my laptop out) I wrote this pretty quick, and I didn't give it a good read over to properly edit it, but I hope you like it, and that you're doing okay ❤️❤️❤️ P.S-I'm not well verse in regards to austism, so I'm not super comfy writing it. I used my own experiences with overstimulation and sensory overload to write this

It had been…a day. An overwhelming, awful day. And it wasn't even close to being over yet.

Branch had woken up feeling like today wasn't necessarily going to be a bad day, but she knew it wasn't necessarily going to be a good day, either. Of course, that had been before she'd even gotten out of bed. Once she'd pushed herself up and threw her legs over the side, she'd near instantly knew the day was going to be a struggle. The floor was too cold under her feet, none of her clothes felt like they fit on her body quite right, every light was either too bright or too dark, and none of the food in her bunker was appetizing.

Things only got worse when Poppy showed up to drag her out for the morning music routine. She'd gone, of course. She couldn't let Poppy down. However, stepping outside had proven to be the worst decision she'd made yet. The sun was far too bright, and everyone in the village was so loud. And there were just so many trolls participating in the music number, it made her feel like she was in a teeny, tiny room, instead of out doors.

Thankfully, once the song was done and over with, she managed to sneak away quickly to catch her breath and recenter herself somewhat, before Poppy found her once again. She was invited to breakfast with the Snack Pack, which she felt obligated to accept, despite her negligible appetite. She thought, perhaps, she could get away with picking at a muffin while sitting next to Poppy so the King of Pop could direct and hold conversation without needing much, if any, input from her. Unfortunately, that was not to be the case, as Poppy kept prompting Branch to speak. It was exhausting.

Finally, once breakfast was over Branch thought she was at last free and clear. She bid farewell to the snack pack and tried to sneak away, but Poppy wasn't having any of it. He appeared in front of Branch just as she thought she had made it to safety.

"CUPCAKES! Poppy," Branch wheezed, patting at her chest as her heart felt like it was trying to escape her chest. To say that the surprise had also caused her irritation and irritability to spike was also an understatement. She scowled without thought at the pink troll, a low growl escaping her. "What is it?!"

Poppy looked distraught at Branch's anger, shrinking in on himself a little. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me while I go take care of some errands around the village before lunch with Nova Swift to talk about an upcoming fashion show."|

Branch immediately deflated at Poppy's apology, though she still felt like she might explode if prodded just the wrong way. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap," she sighed, rubbing at her forehead, "You know I would normally love to join you around town, but today I just-" She groaned and waved her hands through the air. "I don't know how to describe it. Today everything just feels like too much. I don't think I can handle any more…anyone."

Poppy blinked, obviously a bit surprised by Branch's response. Which was to be expected, really. What troll didn't like to socialize and make plans for big events? Branch knew, even after all the work she'd put in to being a better troll, she was still very much an odd one out.

"Oh," Poppy hummed, rubbing his hands together for a moment, before giving a little nod. "Okay."

It was Branch's turn to blink in surprise, not having expected Poppy to take her at face value so easily or quickly. "Wait…really? You're okay if I skip out on today?"

Poppy's face melted into a warm smile, offering a quick nod. "Of course, Branch. You've been doing so much around the village lately, you deserve a day to relax."

"Oh, thank you," Branch felt her shoulders slump as her chin fell to her chest. She heard Poppy chuckle and only jumped slightly when she felt his hand land on her shoulder.

"Of course! You know I just want you to be comfortable and happy."

"Thanks, Poppy," Branch hummed, offering Poppy a strained smile.

"Any time. Now, let's get you back to the bunker," Poppy said as he moved behind Branch to gently take her by the shoulders and direct her towards her bunker.

Everything seemed like it was going relatively well after that, and Branch shuffled towards her bunker with Poppy following shortly behind. That was, of course, until a random troll suddenly jumped from the bushes in front of them screaming about an impromptu dance party. Branch bristled as Poppy froze behind her and music erupted from every direction, while trolls hurried into the area to start dancing and singing along to the music.

Branch felt like her head was going to explode, quickly lifting her hands to her ears to try and block out some of the sound. She squeezed her eyes shut, a quiet whimper leaving her even as he breathing began to quicken, along with her heart beat. The world felt like it was closing in around her as she curled in on herself, crouching down and just barely resisting the urge to wrap herself protectively in her hair.

It took a solid minute for Branch to register hands on her shoulders again, let alone the fact that someone was even talking to her. She blinked a few times, feeling like she was clearing her vision of static until she could see Poppy crouched in front of her.

"Poppy?"

"There you are! C'mon, Branch. I'm going to get you out of here," Poppy said over the din of the other trolls in the area partying.

Branch simply nodded, watching in mild confusion as Poppy turned and gestured towards his back. "Up you get, come on," Poppy urged, finally making Branch realize that the King was offering her a piggy back ride. Sluggishly she moved, struggling to get her limbs to cooperate.

Once Branch was settled over Poppy's back with her face buried in bright pink hair, the King began to move quickly through the crowd, easily and effectively dodging around anyone that tried to get him to dance. Somehow, he managed to get away from the spontaneous party and got Branch back to the bunker. He didn't let her down, however, until the two were down the elevator and in Branch's living room. Carefully, he deposited her on her couch, quickly whisking away to fetch a glass of water, pressing it into her slightly shaky hands when he returned to her.

"You okay?"

Branch shook her head, feeling like her voice was stuck in her throat, unable to verbally respond.

"Okay. What would you like to help make you feel better?"

A quiet whine escaped Branch, her shoulders shifting up to her ears, eyes downcast, wishing she could force her voice to work, but nothing was forthcoming. She would love nothing more than to respond to Poppy, who was being so kind and caring, only to receive silence back.

After a beat Poppy snapped his fingers, causing Branch to jump and stare at him with wide eyes. "Oops," he laughed awkwardly, "Sorry. But, uh, how about we stick to yes or no questions? That way you can just nod or shake your head?"

Branch perked up and gave a little nod, a wobbly little smile making its way onto her face.

"Okay, perfect! Would you like a blanket?"

Branch thought for a moment, before giving a short nod. Poppy grinned and was off like a shot, returning not a minute later to carefully drape a thick, cozy blanket around Branch's shoulders. It took her a moment to recognize it was one of her favorites to snuggle up with. Poppy must have noticed one of the times he was over to hang out.

"All right! Now, you've got water already. And it's nice and quiet down here. Would you like company? And by company, I do just mean me," Poppy said with a little grin. Branch let out a near silent laugh, before nodding slightly, thought she frowned after a beat, opening her mouth, only to snap it shut again a moment later with a little look of concern on her face.

Poppy frowned, only to chuckled and move to sit next to Branch on the couch. "Oh, don't worry about the village. I'm sure they'll be fine without me."

Branch let out a breath, humming quietly with a nod, forever grateful that somehow Poppy could read her like an open book. She took a few tentative sips of her water before setting the glass aside, then turned a mild look of trepidation towards Poppy. It lasted for only a moment before she let out a huff of breath, a mild scowl of determination settling itself on her face. Poppy offered a lopsided, confused smile as Branch shifted around on the couch, tossing half of the blanket over Poppy's shoulders, before curling up next to his side.

"Oh," Poppy breathed, a slow grin working its way across his face, before he settled his arm around Branch's shoulders and tugged her more firmly into his side. "Yeah, you know I'm always good for cuddles," he sighed, resting his cheek against Branch's hair, more than pleased to feel her breathing even out where she was pressed against his side.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #trolls fanfic #prompt fill #broppy #trolls branch #trolls poppy #gender swap #things that i wrote

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writteninlunarlight-years · 5 months

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Hi! I really like some of the Hazbin Hotel matchups you’ve done, and was wondering if I could request one.

Gender: I’m a cis guy (he/him)

Sexuality: Bisexual (though I lean heavily towards women)

Appearance: I lean sort of punk. My hair’s kinda medium length & messy. During colder seasons I wear torn darker grey jeans and a leather biker jacket, while during the summer I just wear black tank tops and dark colored shorts.

Personality: On the inside I’m very sensitive, empathetic, and loving. But I also struggle with trust and vulnerability, so I’m not great at showing those traits outwardly. Outwardly I’m kinda witty, calm, and unserious, even a bit aloof sometimes. I can be energetic and loud when I’m having fun though.

Likes: I love writing/creative expression of any kind (especially with stories that are highly emotional). I also love singing and acting (was a big theater kid back in HS). Another hobby of mine is playing videogames, particularly challenging/action packed ones that really make me lock in. And finally, I love cute dogs. All of the affection I struggle to show others, I show to my dog. He’s the sweetest.

Dislikes: I dislike people who are manipulative. I also dislike the cold. Finally, I dislike strict authority (very much a free spirit).

Extra: I think romantically I especially gravitate towards people who are warm and affectionate. With how much I struggle to give it out myself, I love someone who can bridge the gap. And if they’re fun and playful, all the better (teasing will make me act a little tsundere, but I love it deep down)

Thanks for your time!

~~~~~ MATCHUP ~~~~~

HAZBIN HOTEL

Emily

~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~

She loves your style; anything from Hell is exciting and new to her, so seeing you with Charlie during one visit made her super curious.

She makes it her goal to see you whenever she can, even sneaking out from the Seraphim Tower to see you one visit.

She gives you nonstop compliments because, at every meeting with you, she finds something new about you she likes.

She likes to joke that she's your inverse since you wear a lot of black, and she wears a lot of white.

She stole your clothes and made a White version of your outfit.

She thinks it's cute when you reject her kindness but blush super dark.

You would be the first person she found if she ever fell from heaven's graces.

She would stay by your side and tell you about her plans and dreams.

She would love to invest in your hobbies even though she is not good at them.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You were on one of your excursions with Charlie to visit Heaven; Vaggie had been out helping train sinners in case the extermination ever started again. Once you had made it to your room, you knew that a young Seriphem would come busting through your door at any moment. Her excitement was contagious, but you had to play it cool; you were a Sinner. As if on cue, Emily made her way in a smile plastered on her face. "I am so glad you got to come this time! I was worried Charlie would bring her girlfriend again. How have you been?" You smiled softly at her kindness, explaining your time to her since you guys last talked.

You two had an odd relationship; everyone in hell knew about your growing partnership. However, in heaven, you two had to make it look like she was highly interested in a Sinner's life. It was hard keeping things a secret, but it was for the best, as she was bound to fall from the angel's graces if they knew. As you two talked about all the different things going on in your lives, sharing secret kisses and touches, you heard a loud bang at your door. " Emily, hide and don't say a word till I tell you too." She nodded and took to hiding in your closet.

You opened the door to be greeted by an out-a-breath Charlie, who looked frazzled. "Y/N Em needs to leave now; Sara is growing suspicious." You nodded and went to get Emily. As she went to leave the room, you kissed her cheek gently. Yes, it was risky, but who cares? She needed to know you enjoyed her company even if it was limited.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(For the first time in forever, the Seraphim were to come down to hell to discuss business with Lucifer and Charlie. During this meeting, Emily snuck away to find you playing some video games)

Emily: Whoa, what is that?

Y/N: Well, it's a bunch of code that creates a story you play through.

Emily: That's super fun. Do you just shoot all the little dead things?

Y/N: they are called zombies, but yes, I do shoot them, and I collect artifacts as I do to complete the story.

Emily: Fasinating (She stares at the screen harder)

Y/N: are you not even remotely bothered by the gore?

Emily: No. When we arrived, Charlie walked us along the streets of hell, and I think I have seen it all now.

Y/N: Oh.....

#x reader #match up #head canon #headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel emily #emily x reader #hazbin hotel emily x reader #hazbin

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lordiedams · 1 year

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IT SUCKS BUT IT IS WORTH IT - FANFICTION

south park

Kenny & Kevin & Karen McCormick

Light angst, tw vomiting, bonding over shitty life

It sucks. Kenny thinks to himself as he drags his backpack into his house.

The moon was shining outside, his parents snoring in their bedroom, none bothering to wait for him.

It's been about a month since Kenny had found his first real job, after school in a restaurant as a waiter.

His feet were throbbing from standing and running around that stupid restaurant for hours on end, only to receive barely enough to cover a box of cereal in the morning.

Kenny took a deep breath when his stomach groaned painfully, he hasn't eaten anything since his school lunch, and he wasn't sure if he could force himself to try making anything edible, his body was just so exhausted.

Dragging himself to his bedroom, he dropped the bag on a corner and flopped on his bed, grimacing at the loud crack of his back.

"I just need to go to sleep. " he thought to himself, closing his eyes.

The door slamming shut forced his eyes back open.

For a moment he just listened as steps stumbled around the living room. A groan escaped his lips.

" Please don't be drugged…" He thought, forcing himself to get back up. "Please don't be drugged.."

He opened his bedroom door and watched as his brother slammed his shoulder against the wall to hold himself upright.

— You're drunk. — Kenny said, matter of factually.

Kevin didn't reply with words, just grumbled a bit and tried taking another step.

Not wanting to watch him faceplant Kenny held on to his brother's, slowly dragging him to his bedroom. — Shut up, you want dad to beat you up?! For fuck sakes…

Kevin had the decency to not make another sound until they were both inside.

Kenny turned around to close the door for only a moment, but when he turned, his brother was already kneeling with his face inside the trash can, throwing up everything he drank.

— I'm not cleaning that, you're dealing with it. — The youngest commented, laying back down on his bed and simply watching the ceiling.

He expected to fall asleep at the sound of his brother heaving and gagging, but what he heard was a quiet sob.

— Kev? — He asked, now a bit concerned. His older brother didn't usually cry, at least not in front of him. Most of the times Kenny had seen Kevin shed any tears was by accident.

— I'm so tired…— Kevin mumbled, forehead against the cold wall, arms hugging the trashcan close to his chest. A pathetic sight that Kenny was way too used to.

— Me too… — Kenny replied, not taking his eyes off the cracks on the ceiling. — I worked all day, I got screamed at, spit at, shoved around… For … 15 bucks.

Kevin looked back down at the trash can when another wave of nausea hit him. — This is so unfair…

— Life is not fair.

— No, you're not listening… Today was shit.. tomorrow will be even more shit.. And the next day, and the next and the next… It's all fucking shit… and for what? — Kevin closed his eyes tightly, groaning as tears streamed down his face, he hated crying yet he couldn't stop.

For a moment, the bedroom fell into silence, simply because Kenny didn't have an answer.

His mind went back to his friends, the four idiots he couldn't help but love with all his heart, who he would follow to hell and back because he cared just enough to feel like doing so.

And then, Kenny thought of Karen, her sweet smile even when things got tough, how she would draw her brothers little pictures with crayons depicting them both as super heroes.

— Karen… — He finally replied out loud.

His brother hummed in confusion, also stuck in his own head to hear his brother at first.

— Karen is the reason… She's who we work for… — Kenny sighed, sitting up in his bed. — We're doomed, I know that much… We have been through shit since the beginning, we powered through every single shit day. And we're going to continue doing that, so Karen doesn't have to.

Kevin slowly put the trashcan back on the floor, the bottle of tequila finally hitting him like a truck, his head pounded. — So Karen can … Go to college one day, and move the hell away from this hellhole…

He very slowly managed to get himself back up flopping on the bed besides his younger brother. Both grimaced at the smell, Kenny smelled like sweat and food trashed and spit, Kevin smelled like cigarettes, booze and mud. Neither had showered today.

— Gross… — Both mumbled to one another, pulling a small chuckle from each other.

— Tomorrow… I'll ask Shelley if I can take a shower at her place… I'll smell better..

Kenny rolled his eyes. — You can dive in rubbing alcohol and you will still smell, it's in your DNA.

Kevin shoved his brother slightly and Kenny was going to attack back when he heard the door of his bedroom creak open.

Both looked over to see Karen, clutching her doll on one arm and a blanket on the other.

— Come here, kid. — Kevin said, extending a hand to call his little sister onto the bed.

— I had a nightmare… Mommy locked her door so I couldn't wake her up.. — Karen sniffed, Kenny gently dried her tears with one hand.

— Good news, we can have a little slumber party tonight to keep the nightmares away. — Kenny suggested with a gentle smile, moving a bit to the edge so Karen could be in the middle.

— Are you staying for the slumber party, Kevin? — Kevin didn't had the heart to say no.

— Of course, you know how I 'love' to share a bed with Kenny. — He gave her a little poke at the nose, which caused her to giggle.

It always surprised Kenny how well Kevin could pretend. He knew his brother was stressed and sad, most of all tired. He was too, but he never not smiled when it came to Karen.

Kenny also had gotten that habit, yes he was exhausted, his feet hurt so bad he was scared he would have a limp in the morning but, he never let that through, never forced it onto his little sister.

She deserves to have a good life, a life where she doesn't have to watch her brothers kill themselves for a respectable meal.

Kenny and Kevin were ok with that, because Karen was worth fighting for.

#my art #south park #kenny mccormick #kevin mccormick #karen mccormick #light angst #oneshot

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ravendruid · 8 months

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Be In My Eyes - Chapter 24

You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3. HAPPY 2024 EVERYONE! I hope you all had wonderful holidays. I'm sorry it took me so long to update. This chapter is kind of short, but I hope you like it. Summary: Keyleth tries to study for finals (keyword: tries), but the universe has other plans.

We will resume this another time, Kiki. Vax’s words replayed in Keyleth’s mind over and over again, even after almost a week since the snowball fight. They hadn’t had the opportunity to resume their interrupted moment due to the mountain of homework and essays they had to work on during the weekend, and the even larger mountain of assignments they were given the next Miresen. To make things worse, Keyleth’s anxiety flared up at the first mention of final’s week. It’s not that she had forgotten about it (the looming red circle on her calendar did not go unnoticed), but with everything going on between classes and dealing with whatever her heart was putting her through with Vax, Keyleth had lost track of time. Since Keyleth felt like she had been falling behind in some classes again for the past few weeks, she decided to increase her study hours, and because Vax and her were on speaking terms again, he was back to spending long hours at the library—or wherever it was that Keyleth decided she wanted to study that day—with her.

On Whelsen, after a particularly cold and snowy day, Keyleth decided to stay home to study, so once she got home from classes, she switched into her most comfortable flannel pajama set and draped a fuzzy blanket on her lap as she sat at the kitchen table in front of Vax, who was wearing his hoodie again. The apartment building’s temperature was centrally controlled, and while maintenance had been nice about keeping it cool during the warm weather, they hadn’t made the transition to heat yet, so the residents were forced to bundle up to fight off the cold.

Keyleth and Vax were home alone again (something that had been happening more and more often) since Pike was at the art studio finishing a painting before the stress of the exams took over, Grog was at practice (which seemed inhuman to Keyleth that he had to play sports in this cold), Scanlan was still in classes, Percy at the workshop finishing some super-secret project, and Vex had taken Trinket on a walk with the promise to return home with snacks.

Ever since the snow day, whenever Keyleth found herself alone with Vax, the memory of their almost-kiss came crashing and taking over her thoughts like a storm. Between how close his warm breath had been to her lips, and the memory of the loud beating of their hearts on repeat on Keyleth’s mind like a scratched disk for the past ten minutes, she was having a hard time focusing. It also didn’t help that every time Keyleth glanced at Vax, he was lost in thought and focused on his books, either biting the end of his pen or with his tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth as he wrote. The tongue in particular was something Keyleth found extremely distracting as it led to very disrespectful thoughts like how it would feel in her mouth, her skin, or—

Keyleth squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, shaking her head to erase the image of Vax’s head between her legs from her mind. These new thoughts had been recurrent from the moment Keyleth realized she was attracted to him, but even more so since they practically kissed, and it was not the moment for that

“Are you okay?” Vax asked, looking up at her. He didn’t seem to have any idea Keyleth had been stealing longing glances at him for the past hour.

“I’m fine. Sorry,” Keyleth apologized and returned her focus to the book.

It didn’t last for long, though. Not even a minute later, her head lifted back up to glance at Vax. It was hypnotizing to say the least. The hood of his sweatshirt rested on his back, letting Keyleth see the woven braid from the top of his head that fell on the rest of his loose dark hair. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his chin rested on his hand, and his eyeliner was smudged again, as it always happened at the end of the day (it was like Vax didn’t care to reapply throughout the day). He was beautiful in a way most dangerous things are. Charming and mysterious. Even after so many months of getting to know him, Vax still hid secrets that Keyleth wanted to unravel like her life depended on it, but she waited patiently for him to come to her, to share those dark secrets.

As if Vax felt Keyleth’s gaze on him again, he looked up, locking his eyes with hers. Keyleth loved his eyes but she always preferred to look at them in the sunlight when they became a lighter, almost amber-like, color. Under the fluorescent light of the kitchen, and with no sun in sight, Vax’s eyes were a shade of dark brown that resembled chocolate (which Keyleth also didn’t mind). And then there was also the intensity in his gaze, as if he was trying to peer into Keyleth’s soul to figure out answers for questions he was so afraid to ask. Sometimes it bothered her, others it made her stare even deeper in challenge. This was one of the former moments. Keyleth was afraid that if for some miracle Vax was able to read her mind, he would see that the reason for her cheeks to be tinged with pink was not because of the heat of the blanket on her lap, but the very disrespectful thoughts she had about him minutes before, so Keyleth quickly shifted her gaze back to her book.

The third time Keyleth was caught staring, she was absent-mindedly biting the end of her pencil as she watched her crush write something in his notebook. Keyleth didn’t even realize she had been staring at Vax with a goofy smile on her face until he looked up with a knowing smirk. Keyleth tried to avert her gaze (again), but this time Vax got up with a chuckle and walked around the table into the kitchen to fill his glass with water. Keyleth tried to pretend she wasn’t paying attention to his movements behind her, or that she wasn’t focused on the sound of his bare feet (how could he walk barefoot on the freezing floor?) moving about the kitchen and the rustle of his clothes as he approached the back of her chair. Keyleth almost flinched when Vax set his glass on the table next to hers, and she sat ramrod straight when he supported his weight on his left hand and leaned above her right shoulder, whispering with his lips close to her ear, “What are you studying Kiki?” His voice was sweet like honey and his sweltering breath kissed the skin of her neck.

Keyleth gulped at the proximity. Vax’s left arm brushed against her shoulder, the other one held the back of her chair, and his nose brushed sensually against the shell of her ear as if he was waiting for a sign to kiss her there. “Anatomy,” Keyleth replied, fully aware of the flush that spread up her neck.

Vax hummed so close to her that Keyleth’s pulse increased. “This is wrong,” He said, pointing at the exercise Keyleth had been trying to work on. One of the reasons why Keyleth loved to study with Vax was because he was great at Anatomy—her worst subject—and he always took time to explain things to her and to answer her questions with such patience that Keyleth almost wished she had more classes in common with him so he could explain everything to her. Even though Keyleth usually paid close attention to Vax’s explanations, this time her focus was definitely not cooperating with her when he told her how to correct the exercise.

“Thank you,” Her voice wavered.

“Any time, Kiki,” Vax kissed Keyleth’s neck behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Keyleth drew in a sharp breath and she felt Vax smile in triumph against her skin. “You okay?”

Keyleth couldn’t answer. She was too stunned, too flustered to form cohesive sentences. The bottom half of her body was suddenly on fire (especially between her thighs), the hairs of her arms raised with goosebumps, and from the pull in her navel, Keyleth knew she was bound to have very vivid and very disrespectful dreams with the man whose nose still hovered by her ear. Nodding in response to Vax’s question was also a mistake because in doing so, the brush of his nose and lips against her neck created another wave of arousal. Keyleth wanted to ask him for more—her body begged for more—so much so that she subconsciously cocked her head to give Vax better access. He smiled again and leaned in, but just as his lips were about to brush that sweet, sensitive spot on her neck again, the front door opened to a cacophony of voices and the clicking of nails on the floor.

Vax was gone in a blink of an eye, leaving Keyleth shifting in her seat trying to hide how much his proximity had affected her. The sudden cold of his absence didn’t do anything to help cool off the heat, so Keyleth set her blanket on the chair next to her, avoiding eye contact with Vax. Soon after, Vex’ahlia, Percy and Trinket entered the kitchen, chatting boisterously.

“Look who I found downstairs,” Vex’ahlia said, dropping a bag from the store on the table. Percy rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with Vax and Keyleth—and for a good reason, from what Keyleth could ascertain. His lips were a shade of red darker than usual, almost slightly smudged as if he had been eating candy. If Keyleth didn’t know better, she would have thought her best friend had dug into the candy in the bag, but, unfortunately for him, Keyleth knew that the smudge came from Vex’s lipstick (and even more unfortunately for Percival, from the glare in Vax’s eyes, he also knew the same).

“Hello,” Keyleth’s voice was still shaky, but thankfully only Percy seemed to notice that and the color on her cheeks.

“We ran into Allura in the atrium. She said that Gilmore is throwing a costume party this weekend. No specific theme,” Vex announced, pulling a chair next to Vax and digging through the store bag to bring out a bag of candy.

“Finals start in a month. I don’t think it’s wise—” Keyleth started saying, but Vex interrupted her, “Yes, yes. We know. Live a little, Keyleth.”

“What do you mean, live a little?” Keyleth asked, outraged. Hadn’t she been doing just that? Sure, it had been a while since she went to Glorious with everyone else, but she’d been joining them on game nights instead of studying, and it was only a few days ago that she convinced everyone to skip classes so they could have fun together. She was living a little.

Seeing Keyleth’s reaction and hearing the offense in her tone, Percy intervened by setting one hand on the table between the girls, “I think what Vex’ahlia is trying to say is that we should go to this party together, as a group, and have fun so we can focus on exams afterward.”

“That’s not—” Vex’ahlia started, but Percy gave her a stern look as if to say drop it, so she remained silent. Whatever was happening between them, Vex seemed to listen to Percy more than she listened to her brother recently.

“I personally agree with Freddie,” Vax announced, closing and stacking his books. It seemed like study time alone with him was over. “We should go to this party, and then focus on exams for the rest of the month. And then—” Vax’s eyes glinted with mischief “—when exams are over, we should throw a raging party to celebrate.”

“Now that is an idea I can get behind, brother,” Vex’ahlia slapped Vax’s shoulder, popping candy into her mouth.

Keyleth’s shoulders sagged in resignation, she mumbled a low “fine” and closed her books. It didn’t matter that Vex had brought candy for their study session because there wasn’t a study session anymore, not the way Keyleth wanted.

—

“Should we do a theme for the party?” Scanlan asked a few hours later. The group sat in the living room after dinner, almost everyone holding a bottle of beer in their hand and a notebook in the other as they brainstormed ideas for their costumes.

“Allura said there wasn’t one,” Vex replied.

“Sure, but what if we did a group theme?”

“Like what? Do we all dress up as football players?” Grog asked.

“Yes, or we each dress up as a character from a movie or a game,” Scanlan threw the idea at the group.

“There are only two days left until the party, Scanman, and some of us can’t afford to buy a costume,” Vax noted.

Keyleth was sitting on her armchair in the corner. She had refused a beer, opting for a cup of tea instead. The last thing she wanted after a stressful day of classes was to go shopping, not to mention that stores would be closed by the time she was done with classes for the next two days. If only there was a way for them to use whatever they had in their wardrobes… Keyleth’s eyes wandered between her roommates, studying their looks. Grog and Pike had very similar styles: relaxed and comfortable, often opting for sweats and large t-shirts or clothes that allowed them to move. The twins’ styles were also very alike, both going with edgy clothes that could easily be interchangeable. The only people whose style deviated were Keyleth, Scanlan and Percy: the former because most of her clothes were thrifted or handmade; the second because they were sometimes flashy and bold; and the latter due to his business casual style.

“Wait, that’s it,” Keyleth thought out loud, sitting up on her armchair with a smile.

“What’s what, darling?” Vex’ahlia asked. Every head turned to Keyleth in confusion, making her heart jump to her throat from being the center of attention.

“Uh… I had an idea,” Keyleth mumbled.

“Let’s hear it.”

“What if we dress as each other? We can put our names on a piece of paper and each one of us goes and selects someone at random, and we can use their clothing. That way we don’t need to buy new stuff. But we should keep it a surprise until the day of the party.”

“That’s a great idea Kiki,” Vax’s eyes lit up with pride—Keyleth’s heart sank back into her chest from Vax’s words of reassurance.

“How do we keep it a surprise if we need to use their clothing?” Percy asked.

“We steal it,” Vax replied with a laugh.

“Okay but I don’t think Vex’s skirts will fit me,” Grog pointed out.

“I’d love to see that,” Vex laughed.

“Well, we might have to buy one or two things, but it should be easy, right?” Keyleth’s anxiety was back. What if they hated the idea of wearing each other’s clothes?

“I think it’s a wonderful idea, I’m in,” Pike said with a smile.

Scanlan and Vax agreed, then Vex and Percy, who exchanged a knowing look between them, and lastly Grog with a shrug. They wrote down their names on a piece of paper, folded it and mixed it inside Grog’s cap. The hat went around as they took a piece of paper one by one. It took Keyleth all her strength to hide her excitement when she saw the familiar handwriting on her piece of paper. This is going to be fun.

“Did anyone get their own name?” Scanlan asked. Everyone shook their heads, some smiling, others looking worried. “Well then, good luck everyone.” Scanlan winked.

Keyleth knew right away what she wanted to wear, and how she was going to do her hair and makeup, but some of her anxiety returned as she looked at the person she had been randomly assigned—chuckling on the inside at the irony of the situation. She had no idea how she was going to steal their clothes, but she had two days to figure it out.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vaxleth #modern au #college au #be in my eyes #who has never stared at their crush while they study and think sinful thoughts about them?#I totally never did that in college :3

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Who walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting?

Luisa had got a gift of super strength. It was perfect to keep them safe.

The only problem is that she tends to worry. And it is what killed Alma back then

Pedro and Alma swap

Pedro had to admit he was a bit nervous right now. Luisa just had gotten her gift, and to a giant surprise, it was a super strength. Part of Pedro had wondered why would a girl get such a gift.

But, Alma was the one to sacrifice herself. Maybe it was supposed to be a reminder of his weakness that night. Regardless, Luisa was now the strongest kid in town. And her strength had proven itself already.

Before the ceremony, Pedro could call Luisa his least favorite. She was way too active and had been getting into accidents every so often. Unlike Dolores who was quiet and didn't like to move around much and Isabela who was active too but also was obedient enough to know her limit, Luisa had given Pedro a dozen gray hairs for doing things that could intentionally harm her.

Now, she was able to handle it without sweat, and Pedro was grateful for this.

And, with this strength, Luisa could actually protect herself. She could protect everyone. It was strange to admit. The girl was the strongest in here (just like Alma was stronger between them both). Luisa would be the perfect person in case of danger.

There was only one problem. Luisa was way more inclined to cry or panic than the older girls. And Pedro knew that this wasn't just upsetting, it could kill them if Luisa had lost her cool in a fight. So...

"Luisa, mija, could you sit down at least a little?" Pedro called his third oldest nieta, Luisa looked up at him from where she was lifting weights that Casita had prudently put in her new room.

With a loud thud, Luisa dropped the metallic kettlebells, rubbed her palms, and looked up at Pedro. "What is it?" She smiled widely, flashing a toothy smile.

Pedro took a deep breath and kneeled down, getting to the same height as Luisa. Dolores was in her room, he asked her to stay there for a bag of sweets and a new book. Isabela was with her, so this talk was really private. "You know about your Abuela's death, right?"

Luisa tensed a little. "She... She didn't make the way and got lost?" Her voice was nervous, she knew that this kind of lost wasn't like when Dolores fell asleep in a basket and grownups were worried sick. It was that kind of lost where no one could find her ever.

Pedro nodded. "Yes, we had just gotten our babies when the war started." He knew Luisa didn't have much information about this. He didn't like to mention it, that time was painted in pain and regret that he couldn't wash away. "Everything was on fire. Homes were burning, the shouting filled the air, piercing through the quiet streets. The blades were swinging around, and it was insanely loud."

Did he feel bad about telling this? Yes. It was something that had hurt him deeply as an adult, leaving a deep scar in his soul. Luisa looked startled, clearly nervous and scared about this. But it wasn't about her. It wasn't about Pedro. It was about their family. About the entire town. And if Pedro had to get Luisa out of child innocence so early... Well, it would be then.

Even talking about this was hitting him with more pain than any sword could ever harm him. But he had to, for their family's safety. So Pedro was talking with every detail he could remember. Especially those that were telling Luisa about the pain, the smell of burn, and the death screams of people surrounding them. He told his grandfather about Alma's death. At this point, Pedro had to slow down not to lose his cool. "The sound when the saber getting through her skin sounded like the squelch of meat when your mama cooks. A disgusting sickening splash, mixed with her screams of agony and pain in front of my eyes, until she fell into cold water."

Luisa hugged herself, her face was white in terror, and her pupils were shaking, staring at Pedro's face. This had definitely made him feel bad. This wasn't something that five-year-olds should know. But again, if this would protect their family, if it would make Luisa realize the truth, Pedro had to do it. He took a deep breath and put his palm on Luisa's cheek, forcing her to look up. "You see, Alma died because my fear and panic got the best of me." He spoke softly, trying to keep Luisa calm. "What would happen if somebody evil had found us and decided to harm our family?"

"They would?!" Luisa gasped in shock, her voice trembled with horrified panic. The fact that even this talk was enough for Luisa to get this worked up was enough of a proof that Pedro was right when he decided that he had to have this talk with Luisa.

"Yes, they would. They would break through the mountains, burn our small village to ashes. And then they would break to us, kill everyone if you won't be. strong enough." He nodded. It was the harsh reality, no matter how much it hurts. "If your emotions would get the best of you, our family will get killed right in front of your eyes." He looked into Luisa's red eyes, taking her arms in a strong grip. Not painful, but enough to feel pressure. "If something bad happened and you got as worried as right now, somebody would die." Pedro closed his eyes, leaning his head. "And it would be your fault." In a few seconds, he looked back at Luisa, returning the soft patently tone. "You don't want this to happen, do you?"

The girl shook her head panicky. "I don't want anyone to... to die..."

Pedro nodded, getting onto his feet. "So, you have to be able to ignore what you feel. Being rational, regardless of the situation." Luisa nodded, still extremely nervous. "And this contains now. Try to pretend you aren't worried about our family right now"

Luisa's eye twitched as she tried to relax but to no avail. "I'm sorry, I'm trying.." She mumbled, at least suppressing her shaking.

"Good job." Pedro smiled when Luisa's pose became more relaxed. Still tense and shocked, but there was some progress. It would take time, but one day Luisa would surely get better than he was.

#encanto #pedro and alma swap #pedro madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal

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Normal Peach is pretty stubborn when she gets sick. I can't imagine how stubborn former gladiator Peach would be when sick. She could be close to fainting with an incredibly high fever and she would still be pretending as though everything is fine. Cue her confusion as Grey and Plum fret over her and she's too weak to turn down their attention.

I think about this AU a (un)healthy amount. I swear.

Dont you just love it when a woman who could kill you is also a walking disaster with affection and has no idea how to live a normal life due to being a literal killing machine for the vast majority of her existance? no? just me? huh.

super clueless soft peach is my entire life. not enough AUs highlight it

this is unedited, there will be issues. I care not. Have the free food.

The fighters been sick and had to go out into the ring, and win, or die. Her body has struggled through a lot, and she has always survived despite the odds. Now, in a less severe setting, she still upholds the old ways. It’s not been too long since arriving in this new job, she’s still finding her feet, but the rainy season comes, and all her old injuries flare up. Agonising, nagging pain that just seems to riddle her without mercy. None the less, peach soldiers on, not once does she complain or ask for things to be adjusted to help cope. Grey notices her moving stiffly, she’s working harder to bypass the aches and pains in training, still keeping her exacting standard, and he spots her rubbing her knee, trying to keep herself loose during guard duty, rolling her shoulder, trying to keep fidgeting, don’t let the stiffness settle in. He suggests she take a moment to rest but she never does, unaware that she’s dealing with a lot, and if anything, the work is a welcomed distraction from her old injuries.

But this is not the worst of it, not by a long shot. Plums first to catch the creeping ailments, she asks peach a question one day as the guard stands beside her, and peach doesn’t answer, doesn’t even react as if the question wasn’t heard. The second pry for her attention is asked, is the soldier ok? She looks sweaty, exhausted, the dark circles under her eyes evident. Truth be told peach hasn’t slept well for a couple of nights, plagued by aches and gradually worsening tightness in her chest, desperately trying to stave off a creeping illness with as best a home remedy she could make with what little she had. Perhaps she stayed out in the rain working too long last week, it’s for sure caught up with her now. No matter, peach straightens up upon her boss’ prying, breathes, focuses, and says she’s fine, despite the sweat on her brow, and the migraine settling in.

By the end of the day she’s praying for the release of her shift to come, hardly able to hear, the ringing in her head is so loud. She’s stowing her gear in the barracks, manages to get out of it all, the process is a blur before she starts to make her way to her little room, but ends up leant up against a wall in the hallway leading to staff common space, head spinning, her normally sturdy stance is shaken, falling to a knee, and losing consciousness before her face even hits the floor.

The next thing Grey knows is he’s got one of his off duty staff rushing into the barracks, a young lad, worried, exclaiming that he needs to come help. In the rush behind this youngster, Grey listens as he stammers about finding her collapsed on the floor, and seeing as there’s only one member of the guard that’s a woman, the captains worry increased. They turn a corner and see two other members of staff knelt beside Peach, her whole form glistening in the candle light. All they know is they found her like this on the floor, none have dared to do more than check see if she’s still breathing, something you cant miss because it’s so difficult, a raspy struggle for air. Grey feels how cold she is to touch, forehead burning, he felt the heat radiating from her without even putting his hand to it, having seen this a few times before.

He scoops her up in his strong arms with seeming ease, though she is anything but light, rushing to the main house with her held tight, getting a house worker to go fetch Plum as soon as he arrives, placing the unconscious woman down on a cushioned bench for a moment. Peach did not wake, her breathing shallow, a shake to her hands even in this state. Plum comes down draped in her finery, expecting news or some kind of event beginning, but not this. Her mild interest turns to immediate worry, picking up the trailing fabric of her outfit to shift unhindered as soon as her eyes fall on the pair, her pair, one of which is looking awful, the other worried. “Is she hurt?!” Her gentle touch fretfully checked, no stabs, no wounds, no blood, realising just how cold she was.“they found her in the staff hallway, didn’t even make it to her room.”

She asks him to moves the sick fighter to a spare room within the main house, somewhere most staff don’t reside, while quickly fetching items from her desk before returning. Grey’s got his staff, his friend, tucked away in fine sheets, asking one of the young women trying to help to get cold water and a cloth. “Take this, ride to town, and bring back a doctor, please.” Plum's hand extends towards her head of guard and passes him a broach, a family crest made of fine gold with mother of pearl inlay. This token proved who Grey worked for, and how well off they were, Plum would pay to get this fixed, whatever it took. He nods, places his hand gently on her arm in comfort, before turning to leave, a final glance at his girls. As he ventures for help, the lady of the house sits beside this idiot, total fool, taking a cool damp cloth, pressing it to her head. “You should have said something…” Her concerned nag that peach can’t hear. “Why did you ignore this? What were you thinking?” With the cold compress placed on her forehead, she busied herself, removed the braces on both her arms, and for a moment, she got a quiet opportunity to look at a part of this woman that she avoided drawing attention to. The seared brand on her wrist, a constant source of sadness for the fighter, with her unconscious, running a thumb over it was possible, feeling one part that was particularly deep, healed a little less clean that the rest. She must have got this as a child, the barbaric practice spared no one, and whoever did this had been aggressive with their methods no doubt. Looking her over, it seemed all methods of handling this woman were that way inclined, criss crossed with scars. It changed nothing, she wouldn’t leave her side.

The doctor arrived late in the night, Grey with him, leading the way into the house. He checks her over, and in his examination finds the same brand Plum had, retracting. “This is a slave, why are you wasting money on her? Just buy another if she doesn’t pull through.” He began to get up to leave, being barred by Grey in the door, his irritation quiet. Plum did not stand, she sat on the other side of the woman, and kept her companions hand in hers, looking sternly to the doctor. “You will treat her, you will take the money required, and you can return to your night.” Angering or irritating someone they needed was not wise, but a stern tone was all that was needed, he looked from her, to Grey and back to the woman struggling to breathe in bed, taking a seat once more to continue checking for various signs of what was plaguing her. He suggested a hand full of medicinal herbs, and how to use them, asking Plum to send an errand boy to pick up more potent medicine from his establishment the next day. He looks down his nose at Plum, who ignores his judgement, before he leaves in the dead of night.

Days pass before they got any sort of recovery signs, medicine is give, and all of the doctors orders were followed to the letter, before finally the fever breaks. Peach has been tended carefully, and finally, after a long time out cold, she opens her eyes just ever so slightly. She is laid beside Plum who’s reading, her curled up position comfortably on a plush chair. It’s late evening, golden hour creeping in through windows that have fine fabrics surrounding them, blowing in the wind calmly, light flooding into the room. A room the fighter doesn’t recognise immediately. It’s luxurious and spacious, a room of wealth. She groans, slowly coming around, becoming increasingly aware of her headache, of the soreness in her spine, and the groggy feeling lingering in her chest. Plum put her book down instantly, gesturing to a member of staff out of view to get Grey, they’d discussed this, before rushing to take the hand of the woman in bed. Her hand is no longer cold and clammy, there is warmth to it.

“you’re awake!” Such a squeeze to the woman’s mitt, feeling Peach squeeze back weakly with a hoarse grumble. It is no more than a minute before it truly sinks in to the fighter where she is, the smell of this building, the quality of the sheets she’s nestled in. Her body despite still feeling weak sat up quickly, she managed to mumble out “I gotta go- can’t be here.” Before making a fair attempt to stand, perhaps she would have made it if it weren’t for her boss, the tiny delicate frame of this woman who put her hand on her chest and pushed her back down. “Stop, you’ve got to rest, lie back down.” Her gentle shove was enough, for the first time in a long time peach couldn’t fight back. She’d had many a body ache before, but this was the worst, every joint as if it was set in stone. She doesn’t try again, has neither the strength of mind or body to go against her employer, watching the little woman slide up near her on the bed, that skin contact from someone so important, so beautiful, making it harder to breathe than before. “The doctor said you’d no doubt ignored symptoms for a while, what were you thinking?” The fighter accepted her defeat, just this once, and lay there, eyes set on the ceiling, unable to meet her gaze. “I…It normally goes away. I didn’t want to be a problem.” Her attempt to be less of an issue caused way more than she had liked, the worm of guilt sneaking into her head slowly. “Sorry.

Peach knew she shouldn’t be there, not in the house, not in a guest room. She had her own quarters, she should have been put in there and left, she’d pull through. Doctors were expensive, she’d have to work for a long time to earn enough to pay that debt off. If this was her old life, the pits, she’d have been thrown out to fight sick, surely meeting her death. She didn’t even remember getting out of her gear on her last shift, the whole thing was a blur, before she was suddenly just…here, cared for…something no one had done for her since she was a child, before all the mess that happened. She hardly recalled that early memory, but lying there with plum talking to her, telling her about what she’d missed, it felt like home. A thought she tried to shake, did everything she could to ignore, revelling in the hand that held hers.

Grey was suddenly at the door, peaking in, making sure he wasn’t just bursting in on something that’d stress her out, he was just so happy to see her with eyes open. Alive, awake. His relief was visible, joining the girls, calmly sitting on the other side of the bed, able to try to lessen the situation, make a dumb joke. For a moment, he swore she even smiled when she saw him, a weak, half sided smile, but appreciation none the less. Peach didn’t know why they were here, or why this was happening. No logical explanation made any sense to her, their dedicated time and attention felt alien, undeserved. She’d made a mistake, getting sick like this wasn’t acceptable, and now she’d have to live with that on her head. Another weight to carry around.

She felt nothing but awkwardness and shame for the care they’d given, their efforts wasted on someone like her, they could be handed to someone else more deserving. She was fine now, it wouldn’t happen again. They’d found her becoming more reserved as the day progressed, as if her returning strength bolstered her ability to isolate herself. Every time plum returned to the room to check up on her she’d gotten up, made the bed, and was sat up in a chair, just waiting. Plum said don’t leave the room, so she didn’t, still followed her orders, just…didn’t feel right being in a bed like that, or in a space as nice as this. Tried not to touch anything, just in case she broke it, or it was special in some way she didn’t know, just sitting, waiting. Plum showed irritation with her behaviours, which she apologised for, but none the less, didn’t know what else she could do. “Why cant you just try to relax? I brought your book, theres nice clothes for you to swap to if you want, you’ve got a meal you’ve hardly touched.” Her boss asking her to do things could be hostile, could be kind, it made no difference, she had to do it. Peach awkwardly sat back on the very edge of the bed, and picked her book up. The feather keeping her page taken, trying to do what she was told, just…relax right? Reading does that. She could at least follow that instruction.

The lady of the house sighed, trying to get this fighter to take a break was like getting blood from a stone. “Fine, at least come and sit in the garden with me.” Peach went to put the book down, but was stopped. “Bring that.”

“I don’t have any of my gear, should I go get it?” She’d make a lousy guard without a sword at the very least. Surely she should be back to work attire for this? “You’re not working, you’re sitting, no swords, no armour, no shields. Just…c’mon.” Her gentle hand took the larger woman and tugged ever so slightly, feeling her follow, an expression of confusion across her face.

Grey had to keep working, make sure the grounds were secure and his staff were informed, having had three of the men find her unconscious, the rumours started to circle. Many of the young men serving under him asked about Peach, she’d not been very open to conversation, but now and then she’d quietly help one of the youngsters with their stance, tapping their shoulder or shifting their foot with her own to improve it. One raid she’d saved a young boy from a bandit, he’d surely have perished then if not for her, an act she didn’t think much of, she did her job. Guarded. She took no praise for it, and didn’t suddenly become chatty and open, but the boy was determined to get to know her better, surely she’d have some good stories to tell at the least, right? The older guards found her quiet nature very comforting, she listened to their tall tales, and often shared meals sat with them in the communal areas, as they tended not to ask too many questions, or look to her with as much curiosity. They had seen it all, and so her taller, broader, damaged form was not so surprising. She had started to belong, and so when she didn’t show up for her shift, they asked, and Grey obliged with an honest answer. Every morning they’d ask to check in, see how she was doing, some even stopped by the room she was held up in, seeing her sleeping form, just to make sure she was still there, that she didn’t need anything. She never did.

So for Grey to see the woman out, in the sun, not lugging the armour around she was known for, nor with sword in hand, was quite a pleasant surprise. He could see out the window of the barracks that Plum had brought her into the light, trying to get her to just recover peacefully. There was a clear disconnect, he could not hear their conversation, but Peach looked lost, and Plum was laughing gently about whatever was said. The two seemed to settle into it. He saw the fighter sit awkwardly for a moment beside her boss, her attention caught by a bee flying low past her, watched it land on lavender, didn’t take her eyes off it until it took off and moseyed away at a leisurely pace. By this point the breeze picked up and caught her hair, uncharacteristically down, seeing her take a big inhale, shut her eyes for a brief moment, breathe. Perhaps she was better suited to the outdoors. Grey recalled the dank conditions of the underside of where she’d come from, those fighting pits lined with stone and mud. All colours felt dark and dirty, what little light cast by sconces just never enough. So now, sat in sunshine, with the calm green around her, no walls, no roof over her head, she seemed to actually enjoy for a moment. Every time a new bug would inch closer she’d get distracted by it. He found it impossible to take his eyes off her, she had a curiosity he didn’t notice before. She showed Plum one that she’d let crawl onto her hand, some kind of grub or caterpillar from what he could tell sat this far away, to which plum recoiled. He longed to hear what was said. The little woman watched in horror as Peach just calmly looked over this little creature on her, before letting it take its time to move from her to a leaf.

Sitting turned to lying, somehow, maybe it was the fresh air, this woman dozed off out in the open, plums little body against hers as she read to herself. He had never seen the fighter relax like this, whatever illness had its grips on her truly must have worn her out. His break allowed Grey to wander over to them out in the gardens, sitting with Plum, neither waking the warrior, she slept soundly. “Good to see her taking time to recover.” Both watched the rise and fall of her chest, that dreadful struggle to breathe that afflicted her clear, she was quiet, calm. “Yeah, seems she’s like a big cat, a pit lion. Put her in the sun and she goes down finally.” The similarities were uncanny, her behaviour was so similar to that of the caged beasts used to rile crowds, creatures from far off lands who don’t belong in cages. “I don’t think I’ll ever disconnect that imagery now.” This time spent so close with her, though sickness none the less revealed a far softer side that hid beneath the surface, she was not all tooth and claw after all, even if she herself didn’t even know what to do with that softness.

Her steady decline into some small domesticated behaviours progressed. She was forced to take the rest of the week off, every day she’d return to the gardens, and each time would seemingly let go of some of the tense movements, shed the weight in her shoulders until by the end of her time off, she was freely roaming the space, she even discussed with the gardener of her own free will. She was…learning. Plum and Grey watched from afar as she seemed to show an interest in something, a huge step. Her strength returned, and in the process, something else, something new started growing from the ruins of her past life, she was always defiant, but now she had something to put that frustration towards, to channel all the unfair moments she’d survived into something good. Perhaps getting sick, though terrifying for those around her, was a moment to let her see that she could slow down, that she was allowed to extend her interests to other things outside of work.

The parting moment when plum finally allowed her to return to work, left Peach in a strange situation. She had never had to sincerely thank someone before, and found herself tripping over her words as she tried to come off as genuine as possible. She certainly made a mess of it, but despite that, her boss smiled. It was quite something to watch someone so strong and so capable, fidget and find it impossible to look up from her feet, the blush as she said the wrong thing, backtracking quickly, trying not to be an idiot. “You didn’t have to help me- not that I’m ungrateful, I’m not, it…I-I just…I need to pay this back somehow. Take it out of my wages, I’ll make up for the lost hours. I don’t know if I’d have pulled through without you getting a doctor, it was a huge inconvenience to you, to everyone-“ Plums quiet smile was unmistakable, resting her head on her hand at the desk she sat behind, paused on signing a letter, placing her writing implement down half way through the conversation. When peach fell silent, trying not to feel like she messed up every word of that, she held her breath as her boss stood, walked calmly around the desk, pausing mere inches away, looking up with those big brown eyes she struggled to connect with, glancing away nervously. “For the record, I don’t want repayment, never did. This was no trap to shackle you to a debt” her gentle touch to the woman’s arm for the first time didn’t cause the fighter to flinch away at all. “But I see you’re struggling with this so I will think of some way that you can make this up to me, just not now, get settled, I’ll call on a favour or two someday perhaps.” The conversation is ended with Plum tugging at the woman’s hand, bringing her down to a more manageable height, one sweet little kiss on her cheek, before turning to get back to work at the desk. Peach is freed to leave, and does so with a whole new kind of fever. Her boss finds it endlessly entertaining that she gets so flustered from the slightest shred of affection.

Finally it was time for her to go back to work, she was fighting fit again, recovered and finally sat back in the guard house, donning gear on a bench. Other staff entered the building, all greeting her, happy to see her well once more. Her presence put the youngsters at ease especially, she was some kind of affirming energy to them, like a mother hen that they all flocked to, even if peach herself didn’t notice at all, Grey did, saw them all rally to her without thought. Magnetic personality type, even if she said very little and showed limited emotional range. She was stable, sturdy, and they needed that. In a way, the whole house needed it. She was gaining a family, something she didn’t even notice yet.

#this is super soft bud #like #i love this energy for them #fruit salad #brainrot #rome au #gladiator au

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EftD Chapter 11 – The Devil in Canterlot High Part 1

I’d just like to say. What the fuck.

Also, this commentary in particular had me doublebacking a lot, so I’m doing it acknowledging that I know the Chapter's end. Also I’m remembering so many actual terms for the literary devices used but alas, I’ll leave the accuracy be for the time being. Also I decided to break this one up so it’s not the tumblr equivalent of 17 Word Doc pages in a row.

Sunset Shimmer shivered from head to toe and couldn’t hide it even if she tried. And she tried. If she could at all avoid her friends seeing her like this, she would. It came in spasmodic spurts, with only seconds of control in between, starting from her legs or arms and rocking up to her core. She took in shallow, longing-to-be-deep breaths to steady herself, but, as if to rebel against her, her body didn’t listen.

First off, great start really sets the mood for the rest of the time Sunset’s going to be here. Absolutely dead-on with how it goes. The start and end of this chapter is mirrored. It’s right there in the title card. The big twist, I just didn’t see it. Even more obvious since we haven’t been seeing Sunset without something filtering her true feelings and self! But now, right there with that paragraph and the end of that first sentence – her body is rebelling against her, it didn’t listen. It can’t listen because it’s under Sombra’s control. Or soon will be.

It made her love them for trying—seriously, on a level she’d only thought possible recently—

AH!

Time spent with her favourite boys - even in totally-not-really-therapy-wink-wink - is working!

“... and I guess, I dunno, I just want to help so bad…”

GOODEST OF BOYS

He’s good. I think we’ll finally have this solved.”

I initially read this as “He’s good at being a therapist”, but I also like seeing how it could be interpreted as “He’s just genuinely a good guy”, which he is!

Flash stared at her for a second, the reels rewinding in his head almost so viscerally she could hear the sputtered squeal, and then he smiled. “Oh. I got third. They stumped me on the word castling because I thought it had an e in there somewhere, but I was super proud I could be so brave. My dad took me out for ice cream afterwards.”

A cutie mark origin story if there was one for this Flash! And just another thing to note. Even though Sunset genuinely seems cold, it’s also symbolic of her fear.

Sometimes the Princess would even let her sit on the throne.

;~;

Flash took that as a permission slip to start monologuing aloud about tactical breathing: in for 4, hold for 4, out for 4, hold for 4. Of course, the music nerd in him counted it out like a 2/4 time signature. He even performed a demonstration of what that might look like, breathing to a beat of his own making.

Ngl, a while back I started reading this chapter. Then some shit happened, and I had to drive alone for 2 hours. It was a very emotional drive, and my adrenaline had me much more awake than I needed, but my mind came back to this bit. Kept me calm and kept my driving safe. Thank you for this <3.

Sunset let him. She thought she’d managed this breathing thing pretty well on her own all these years, she didn’t need a How to Guide. While the shakes didn’t stop entirely, she managed to calm them down to a level she hoped wouldn’t be perceptible.

I’m glad Sunset did let him, instead of saying to his face that she didn’t need a how-to guide. They both sorta understand each other in this way. Flash literally just said he wants to help so bad, but Sunset also didn’t want to be perceived as not being okay. Much more didn’t want anyone to say it out loud. So, he’s helping by telling her how to breathe when you have nerves but not pointing out directly that she seems nervous. Saying things out loud just hits so much harder. Guess that’s part of the point of therapy!

The door hung open after her like the toothy maw of a basilisk salivating strands of venom and ready to devour a fresh victim whole.

Speaking of perception… she’s really not perceiving this as a good thing lol. Cold shaking, shaking in fear like a helpless little mouse. And an actual mouse. NOT a ‘Tiny Vermin’. There’s a reason that boss is up a level after the Bone Hydra.

And Sunset would have been happy to continue staring off into the middle-distance, unreachable, but then, Timber Spruce slapped his hands on his knees, got up from his chair, and said, “You know what? Why not? Let’s get magical. I’ve got a few things to say.”

Sunset looked up then to see Timber send her a tired smirk before disappearing.

Absolute shocker. And absolutely love the way Timber went about this. Sometimes you just gotta dive right into the deep end to get used to the water. And of course, seeing all your friends jump in and then come out fine and in a good mood and the like, and you’re all that more likely to cave to the pressure. Timber especially so since he likes to also feel part of the Rainbooms.

“Would you jump into the mouth of a basilisk if all your friends did?”

“Well, if they got out and the basilisk spit did wonders for their general complexion and confidence, then yeah I guess I would.”

What would he say about her in there? What were they talking about? Closing the portal won’t take long. Ray and Scruffles need me to bring them, I’d have to get them first. If I close the portal, is that it? Could anyone open it again? Would the connection be severed? Would the crack in the sky disappear? What happens here when it’s gone?

She’s still on that?! Not even her girlfriend could convince her otherwise?!

Sunset knew with a cold certainty from her lectures and studies on the Roots of Magic that there was always a source. An origin, a cause.

I do not like that this certainty in particular is cold. Especially not with all the other ‘cold’ things going on. Also, I bet the origin is that damn horse statue in front of City Hall!

…(similar to the human economy, Sunset Shimmer understood little to nothing of human geography—and now she likely never would) ...

As a human geographer who also happens to be human, I find this very humourous. I do NOT recommend searching what I mean, it’s a rabbit hole of confusion and questioning as to geography’s place in academia (but fuck almost all of those Ivy League Universities, you know what university DOES include Geography among one of its VERY FEW master’s and doctorate programs? THE UNITED NATIONS UNIVERSITY! Guess actually helping people across the world through an interdisciplinary approach towards natural disasters under a changing climate isn't top of mind for them. Yes I'm bitter.)

Also would be funny if Sunset pursued geography as a result of going to NR (which apparently was important to military officer training in WW2).

This also makes the idea of “significant places of sorcery and love” especially interesting to me as a human geographer. We look into the human relationship with space, which we end up calling “place’. We assign value to it when we have this relationship, including emotional value. But these places can have different identities and values depending on the who its relating to.

What goes into those places of sorcery and love? If we think back to the Perfect Pear in the pony episodes, that is an example of assigning emotional value to a place. A place of love, where sorcery emerged, where these powerful interactions of two lovers, forbidden to be with each other but still so committed to being there anyway that they develop a place that was unique to them. But is there any place we’ve seen that could be classified as such in the human realm? Nightfall Reach certainly seems old, perhaps old enough to be classified so. And with Friendship being a core tenet, maybe there’s something there.

There’s likely something around Canterlot High, and that statue. Clearly the statue itself is imbued with magic. But did anything with strong enough love or sorcery exist in that space before the school did? Did it have to? So many relationships made, broken, by so many students coming in and out of that place, connected to a mirror. What other value might have been assigned here, and by whom?

In a small, cold place, she almost found herself excited for them. You go, girls. You’re going to be amazing.

OOF

She didn’t so much as say a word to her girlfriend or Flash before Timber appeared in front of her, hand outstretched.

Damn, I can’t even imagine what Twilight must be thinking after all that. It’s even worse knowing the first conversation after this will be through Sombra.

Sunset flinched and looked to her girlfriend, who sat beside her and, at some point, had taken Sunset’s hand, maybe to steady it. The little circles she revolved with her thumb stopped short.

Awwwwww!

Well she didn’t really mention much of the shakes since around the time Twilight came out, save for when Timber went in.

Solstice emerged from the office and his eyes billowed a ghastly gas-like steam. The crackle of it startled Flash in particular who ripped out of his seat, but neither Twilight nor Timber reacted.

Okay so, a bit of a development! Totally not at all concerning. Also totally not concerning that Twi and Tim are not concerned. sweats

Solstice waited for her like the ferryman at the perilous banks of the River Styx, lantern and steady smile at the ready.

Mouth of Styx starts playing

Sunset walking into hell, to face Hades himself.

Heart walloping against the confines of her ribcage, Sunset had to admit comfortable sounded so nice. Trying to stabilize one of her clammy hands with its partner, she nodded, mumbling, “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Wow, really missing Twi’s hand, huh?

That made him smile, teeth pale like a full-moon in the shadow of night. Combined with his still demonically slitted eyes, Sunset fought the thought that Solstice looked almost animalistic and focused instead on the gentleness of his voice. “You can zip up your jacket, my dear, I don’t want you to freeze.”

Aaaahhh! Very werewolf-like. Indeed. I can see it be an apt metaphor for Solstice and his condition. The style and grace of the Sombra persona feeling more like a vampire, but the challenge of having something deep inside of you changing and turning you into a monster is something all too familiar for Sunset. The human realm has its own myths and legends, but she likely experienced so many of those myths made real back in Equestria. And, having dressed up like one for Halloween partly being the reason for her perceiving him this way. Or maybe its more of a Jekyll and Hyde thing.

“Tcht. No, see, I’d be offended. It’s kind of my look, so...” She gestured down to her open leather jacket in open rebellion.

Sunset’s willing to freeze before changing her look? Rarity will be so proud. Or disappointed since she could probably make it still warm while being fashionable.

Still, it’s a nice touch – Sunset’s here in her first counselling appointment, where it’s supposed to be a safe space to let yourself be comfortable enough to be honest with yourself and your feelings and the like. Where you can take off that figurative armour, literal in the case of Sunset and her rebellious identity, also being rebellious to the idea of counselling.

“Oh! Yes, that has to be frightfully frigid.”

I don’t like the implied tone here. Yes, the weather inside is frightful, but the other side of Sombra is so very much ALSO frightful. Maybe though, the fire inside that Solstice sets for the students’ souls will be so delightful.

She drank him in in full. It helped her own nerves to see the big bad opponent she was up against wore loafers like he was late for church service, wore his button-down not quite tucked into his belted slacks, and smelled like a coffee shop if it also used a wood stove. “Huh. You actually can’t feel cold?”

The BIG BAD… Churchgoer? More like wolf in sheep’s clothing. With Solstice being like that, it must’ve done both Flash and Timber a lot of good. A safe haven in a cold cold blizzard who emanates the woodsy-ness the latter likes, but speaks so very kindly, as the former would appreciate.

“Heaven knows the central heating could use an upgrade with me around to challenge it, but well. Public school.”

Okay so they can afford the special sports stuff but not heating?! I well… yeah no, that tracks.

But Solstice caught that. “Really, are you sure about your jacket? I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold in my office, I’d never forgive myself.” Sunset’s eyes went for a spin. “Think I’ll find a way to survive your office.”

laughing nervously

Solstice paused long enough to stare at her jacket’s zipper, as if tempted to zip it up himself. If he had telepathy or the sheer force of will, all bets might have been off. With the steam still billowing off his demonic eyes, he looked much angrier about it than he probably actually was. Or maybe it really did vex him that much, Sunset couldn’t say.

Combining the concerned pseudo-parent and rebellious teenager is a recipe for a glorious disaster named Sombra as he feeds on the anger from feeling a lack of control (or what I thought was anger, but is actually fear for her well-being).

Either way, he moved toward the kettle and basket of cookies. “Alright, it’s your decision. But speaking of dire choices: Can I at least get you anything? A hot beverage to keep warm?

Nothing like a hot beverage! Although I think that there should be a better word to define hot beverages than just “hot beverage”. I’ve been trying to get “café drinks” going here and there, but in this day and age? That can mean anything.

Sunset doubted the school counsellor would readily give her access to the type of beverage she really wanted to get through this. Fire down the throat always kept her warm, in a manner of speaking (especially if it was Nectar of the Gods, Sunset’s favourite Equestrian liquor; she’d never forget sneaking her first taste from the pools of Mount Olympus while on diplomatic missions with the Princess. Good times). She shifted on the plump couch cushion. “Tea’s good, if you have any. Camelmile?”

Who wouldn't want some Nectar of the Gods? I'm sure there'll be some at the coronation.

Whenever Sunset had an upset stomach⁠—her codeword for nervousness or feeling upset, honestly⁠—as a filly, Princess Celestia brewed her excellent tea. Trottingham chai, Zebrafrican rooibos, even a nice Griffonstonian oolong after a long day. It got to the point the sound of the kettle boiling in the hearth was enough to ease any irritation.

Just like 'mom' used to make~

Nodding, Solstice smiled around his own shoulder, back at her, setting up the mugs, not unlike a bartender.

Ah yes, the bartender, discount therapist!

His little wooden stirring stick whisked the cup in an erratic fashion. “Warping the minds of the youth with their overpriced... cake coffee. Oh, it sounds delicious, but what you’ve really gone and done is ruined a perfectly good pot of coffee and convinced swarms of innocent teenagers they’ve bought themselves a luxury item!”

He grumbled more into his own mug as he sipped to avoid an overflow before realizing; he swallowed his mutterings down with his coffee. “I have… a lot of feelings about beverages. Wine especially. But I suppose the point was that it’s nice to know I’m not the only ex-career student here.”

Recently I’ve come to appreciate whisky. I enjoyed it before, sure, but now I understand that among the connoisseurs, the best whisky is the one you like, and that includes whiskey ;)

But that does bring me to another observation – Sunset mentioned alcohol in her head before Solstice said it out loud. Foreshadowing about getting in her head? Or is it another point about how much they actually have in common?

It’s wild seeing how much coffee has really taken off though. I see a lot of similarities between wine and coffee connoisseurs. The sheer difference in variety of tastes based on where it’s grown and the conditions that gave rise to it – it’s terroir - and how it’s processed or even what you add to it in each minuscule amount.

Each student technically is a product of their own terroir. Even though the students are all different, they’re also similar in so many ways – that’s why they can empathize with each other despite those different experiences. But of course, with a unique terroir, it’ll get harder and harder to have an accurate read on knowing how someone else is feeling. As a geographer once said, "everything is related to everything else, but near things are more related than distant things." People who grew up in one place have much more in common than someone from a different place depending on what's available to them: the culture there, foods available, cost of things in the community, etc. But the processing of the coffee bean or the wine changes that too! As it goes through its life cycle, it started out somewhere, like all its neighbours, but slowly changed along the way as new experiences shaped it, and shaped the person.

And that’s why its important for someone like Solstice to be there. He talks to them and gets into the finer notes and details of people, even with the added sugar. His comment about cake coffee makes me believe he dislikes it because he dislikes how the uniqueness of each cup getting drowned out and taken away by fads among teens, making it harder for them to be open and honest with each other if all they're concerned with is the fad. Cause if you're not open and honest, how can you have an open and honest relationship with one another? With Sunset’s “look”, she’s dressed up like a mocha and refuses to let him or anyone else really know the core of what’s there. All that sugar added drowns out what makes everyone unique and beautiful in their own way. Unless you're a coffee connoisseur among coffee connoisseurs.

That and he's worried about them being manipulated.

“That’s true. I apologize. I don’t know. Call it an educated guess, then,” he told her, carrying over her mug. “Maturity is usually hard-won, much like degrees and education. Or forgiveness.” Solstice offered a smile as he gave her the drink. “Your friends speak very highly of you, Sunset. Your story is something of a legend around here. You are.”

Well at least Sunset has the forgiveness thing under her belt. The former she could get no problem! Just gotta figure out what that will be.

“…I don’t do well with heights, not a fan.”

I anticipate foreshadowing here.

Would it be dramatic to say I’ve got a fear phobia? Sunset thought. “I’ve got a fear phobia. Only thing I fear is fear itself, you know? So if you’re wondering about your eyes, it’s cool, don’t worry about it. I’m not afraid of you.”

Sombra likes to be dramatic and uses fear as his primary weapon. If he’s not fear itself, then I don’t know what is for ya, Sunny.

“I’ll do my best to help you achieve that, then.” Solstice handed her a waiver of some sort, complete with clipboard and pen. “Everything you say here is completely confidential. The only exceptions to that are if I’m required to disclose case-relevant details in a court of law, or, and this is important, if you pose an immediate danger to yourself or others. At which point, I would contact the proper authorities for safety reasons.”

…

The authorities? Celestia, Flash’s dad would kill me if he knew I planned to leave Flash behind again. If Chief Magnus murders me, Flash might find out I’m leaving and try to stop me. “No.”

Including this part so specifically, leads me to believe the reason is twofold:

1. Our most glorious author, Marvel Prime, is presenting the reader with an accurate portrayal of the processes of going to therapy, based on her own knowledge and experience. This in turn, is also useful to anyone reading this in terms of knowing what to expect if they go in.

2. Foreshadowing. The callback back to good ol Detective Daddy-o, Flash Magnus, who probably has a case on her, and just needs a little bit more to bring it to court. The other element of “this is important”, is not just for her, but for the reader to remember. Because she gets body swapped again, she will ultimately pose said immediate danger to herself and others. Also, who knows if “proper authorities” can actually mean Princess Twilight and the crew bringing in some magic-ass kickin’. Seems like the proper authority to me.

Not that she had any plans on re-terrorizing the school or putting everyone’s lives in danger, but Sunset could almost hear the cell-doors clanking shut in front of her.

Wonderfully brought together with the art right in this section too! The shadow of the blinds making it look all too much like cell-doors. Signing her name? Signing her confession…. DUN DUN DUUUN.

“Oh-ho, no. Nope. We’re not doing this, no,” Sunset said, arms barred across her chest like a luxurious stay at the Tartarus Juvenile Detention Centre. “I’m not here to talk about me, I’m here to help my friends change back.”

And prison references continue! It all comes back together. All the Greek mythology references, combined with the justice system, coming together into that – the Tartarus Juvenile Detention Centre being the reason for the references and how this all feels, that she’s ultimately a bad friend and bad person, even if she’s not going to terrorize the school again not that she’ll have any say in that though. But also this whole thing could just be in of itself another way to foreshadow just that. Either way, she’s venturing through Hades to save her friends, but is willing to stay there if it means making things right.

Y’know it also kinda feels like Solstice is gonna pull out the ol’ Rorschach tests.

“Tell me what you see?”

Sunset proceeds to see either her kissing Twi, her strangling Timber, or Celestia disappointed in her.

Arms crossed. Sunset took in air just to sigh it back out like sand dragged back into the sea.

AND IT STILL MAKES YOUR FEET GRAINY. THERE’S ALWAYS A LIL BIT LEFT BEHIND IN YOUR SANDAL.

And a stop to say it’s lovely seeing this second picture right after. Solstice just across from the ‘imprisoned’ Sunset, showing the source of the cell-door imagery. Again, I’m no artist, but I feel like there’s a number of contrasts and comparisons to be seen here.

First, I’ll admit I don’t know what that thing is in the right side of the first pic and left side of the second pic. BUT It does connect the two – the way its coloured and the angle it’s on.

Second, the difference in line styling with each picture – the one feat. Sunset is softer, more rounded, wavy, especially when the shadow-prison-bars hit Sunset herself. Notably, the only parts of Solstice that are rounded are the two that are most influenced by Sombra.

Third, the way these two come together. It’s literally shadow prison bars. AND that’s what curves around Sunset. Her tea’s steam curves and is reminiscent of her hair, but curves towards Solstice. The parts of Solstice influenced by Sombra are his hair and his breath. They’re mimicking her – again a sort of foreshadowing, and also almost soul-like (yes I'm thinking Danny Phantom). Oh yeah also it’s like, half his face literally covered in shadow too. But not just any shadow, a shadow that reflects the Yin-Yang symbol – the darkness in the light, and the light in the darkness.

“Yes, precisely!” He leaned forward to the edge of his seat. “But the exact effect is dependent on you! Anyone can feel love for their friends, or joy, anger, fear—really, I believe you’re right, the intensity of your emotions correlates to the intensity of your magic. But if the power comes from you directly, it’s also my belief that exactly how it manifests is related to your individual psychology. Who you are, what those emotions mean to you personally.”

Okay, don’t like how he ended on fear there. Can’t take this fore-shadow-ing.

If Solstice’s individual personality affects how his magic manifests, does that mean his initial fear, perhaps fear of his father, helped make it what it is now? Would his guilt manifest differently, since that seems to be strong with him? Or maybe guilt is simply the aftermath of fear having been realized.

A stupid giggle bubbled to the surface. “I’ve had theories for years,” Solstice near-squealed, his eyes flickering back to their regular green, if only momentarily, and back again. “It wasn’t until I came here to help you students that I had any way of observing other samples besides myself! And the most marvelous part is I may have guided the students towards the answers, but they’re the ones to figure it out! And now they can learn to harness those powers for good! Emotional therapy meets magical theory!”

And here we see an example of it all playing out. Sunset mentioned acting as your true self as a form of creating strong emotions – and Solstice is no longer acting. He’s never had the chance to actually be his true self until an opportunity like this presented itself. He’s always had to act on stage, act a certain way in front of his dad, find this niche interest and be unable to share it, and he’s had to act like everything’s okay in order to not induce anxiety in anyone else, which would make him feel worse. He’s had to filter and mute himself. And thus, him acting as his true self allows him to regain control of his whole, true self back from Sombra. Allows him to be powered by magic through something stronger than fear. For now.

And that's the end of Part 1 of this chapter's commentary!

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