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softestqueeen · 6 months ago

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like the movies

pairing: mads mikkelsen x actress!reader

summary: While attending the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” with your co-worker and good friend Mads Mikkelsen, you get a little bit emotional. After Mads comforts you, he offers to bring you home. Once at your room, things develop quite different than you imagined..

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, unprotected p in v sex (please guys – don’t be silly, wrap your willy), mutual masturbating, fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), cumming in pants, breeding kink (sorry not sorry), mention of pubic hair

wordcount: 3480 words

a/n: I literally promised to write this for my best friend last year in september.💀 but now i finally had the time to write it. i plan on being a lot more active in the future, as I have been quite inactive in the past. now: enjoy <3

disclaimer: there is a link to the dress i image the reader wearing, the person wearing it is like 2000s cocaine thin, so if you don’t want to ruin the fantasy (because truthfully i don’t look like that either) i suggest you don’t open it and just imagine something that really fits your style and body <3

Finally, after more than two years of filming, the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” is only a few minutes away. After getting ready in your hotel room, you got into a limo with some of the other actresses that starred in the movie. You were so excited, because this was not just any premiere, you new movie would be premiering at the Cannes Film Festival in France.

Looking out the tinted window of the limousine, you could already see the red carpet and the endless paparazzi that were lining it. You took a deep breath as the car came to a halt and the door opened. One after the other your colleagues trickled out and onto the red carpet before it was your turn.

You would never get used to the feeling of standing on a red carpet. The way that the paparazzi and fans were screaming your name, fighting for your attention, wanting the perfect picture of you in your fancy outfit. The different poses, the group pictures, and the interviews along the way to the first ever screening of a new film.

Like every time, this all passed by like a blur. You were glad that it was over, but also a bit sad about it. For now, you would enjoy the film though. After all you worked hard on it, not just as an actress, but for the first time also as a director, which made this premiere even more special – if that was even possible.

Most of your colleagues had finished their walks on the red carpet now as well and were led to their seats. You knew that a lot of people didn’t actually go and watch the movie, but you loved to see the finished product on the big screen.

Getting settled with your popcorn, you suddenly feel someone sitting down next to you. Turning to face them, a smile instantly found it’s way onto your face when you saw that it was your colleague – and good friend – Mads Mikkelsen. Excitement filled you, because you knew that he normally went out to eat before the after- show party, which is why he would have missed the first screening.

The two of you exchanged short small talk about the premiere so far before the lights dimmed and the film started. Of course, you knew what was happening, but seeing the final cut and the whole story pieced together was amazing.

It was over way too soon and at the end you even got a little bit emotional. Partially because of the film – even though a lot of people would say it is ridiculous to shed a tear at this film – and also because it was now over. For such a long time you worked so hard on this film and now it is completed.

Hearing a sniffle next to him, Mads turned around to look at you. He quickly pulled a handkerchief out of his suit jacket before asking you. “Are you alright, darling?”

The pet name made your heart rate pick up as you mutter a quiet ‘thanks’ while accepting the tissue. You leaned your head back and tried to dab the tears away without ruining your make up while Mads was still turned towards you, now with a worried expression on his face.

After collecting yourself for a moment, you turned to look at him again. “I’m all right, just a little emotional that’s all. We’ve worked so hard for this and now it’s over. I will miss the time on set.” You told him, while trying not to cry again, which surprisingly worked. He still didn’t look completely convinced but accepted your answer. For now.

The lights were now turned back on and Mads stood up, holding out his hand to you. You gladly accepted it and the two of you excited the cinema and made your way to the actual highlight of the evening: the after-show party.

“Have I already told you that you are an absolute beauty today?”, he asked while you walked, your arm still linked with his.

You turned your head and tried to hide the blush that was creeping up your cheeks at the actors’ words.

“No, you haven’t. But I also didn’t tell you that you look quite handsome in your suit as well,” you told him cheekily. Now that you were thinking about it, the two of you looked quite well together. Your chestnut brown dress complimented his dark grey suit very nicely. His tie even had a similar colour to your dress.

The two of you smiled at each other and braced yourself for the paparazzi you knew were waiting in front of the club the after-show party would be held at. You didn’t know if you should remove your hand as to not paint the wrong picture for the public but Mads seemed unbothered by the fact that you looked like a couple and you decided that you were too.

So, you entered the club arm in arm, the flashes behind you momentarily lighting up the entrance. After getting drinks the two of you slowly drifted to different corners of the party. You were hanging around with your friends while he was hanging around with his. And still you could often feel a pair of eyes on you and when you turned around it were always Mads eyes that caught yours.

This happened a few times and the longer the party went on – and the more drinks you had – the riskier you got. Sometimes you shot him a wink or held eye contact with him while dancing or whispering into one of your friends’ ears.

It was safe to say that you could now both feel the tension that is starting to form between you.

Throughout the evening this tension developed into something you hadn’t really felt in a long time: comfort.

No matter where you turned you knew he was there with that easy smile on his lips. And in a way his presence calmed your nerves like nothing else. Your earlier disappointment about the film slowly started to transform too.

And so, the only possible thing you could do was talk to him again. For a moment you thought he may have gone without you, as you turned but could not see him.

Thank God, you saw him emerging the bathroom just a moment later. You excused yourself from your current conversation with a director whose name you couldn’t recall anymore and approached Mads before he could slip away again.

Before you could say anything, Mads grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the area of the bathrooms, which was a bit more secluded and quieter. A lot less people were crowding the space, only the occasional person emerging from the bathrooms.

“Are you feeling better now, darling?”, he asks you, leaning closer to you, even though it was not necessary. At the sudden closeness and his repeated use of the pet name, you could feel your heart rate picking up.

“Yes, I am, thanks for asking,” you answered him before adding, “It’s getting kinda late though, so I’ll probably catch a taxi and head home now.”

“I was actually about to head back to the hotel soon, how about we share a taxi? Cheaper you know.” He adds the last sentence with a lazy smirk and a wink.

“Sounds good to me,” you flirted back.

When you went to turn to the entrance you noticed that you were still holding his hand. Tightening your grip on him you now fully turned and started guiding the two of you out of the night club.

Once outside, you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the crisp night air, though it could also be caused by the long skin contact with your quite handsome colleague.

Ever the gentleman, Mads noticed and quickly rid himself of his suit jacket and laid it over your bare shoulders. You thanked him with a slight blush that got even deeper when he put his arm around you and rested his hand respectfully on your waist.

With you in his arm he waved over a taxi, opened the car door for you and helped you inside, as he noticed your trouble from the light intoxication and high heels. He gave the driver the address of your hotel, which thankfully was not too far away from the venue.

Even though the two of you didn’t talk during the drive, you could both feel the sexual tension between you. It genuinely surprised you as you hadn’t thought about Mads this way before. Of course, he’s handsome but to you he was only a good friend.

But now that you were looking at him, his face illuminated only by the warm light of the French streetlamps, you had to admit that he was really good looking.

His face an even mix between sharp edges and soft rounds, his dark chocolate eyes almost black, strands of his salt and pepper hair falling into his forehead, unintentionally though it looks like it had been styled like this for hours. And his body, now that he had shed his jacket you could see the muscle straining his shirt by his arms and chest – those buttons were fighting for their life when he moved his arms – his suit trousers hugging his thighs so well. And those hands, slightly veiny, long fingers, you wondered what he could do with-

Suddenly the car came to a halt, and you stopped your anything but appropriate thoughts. Before you could even reach into your purse, Mads had already paid the driver and opened the door, offering you his hand once more after he climbed out himself.

Gladly you excepted his hand and let him pull you out of the car, after you wished the driver a good night. Mads’ arm found it’s way back around you, this time coming to rest at the small of your back.

The two of you entered the hotel, got your key cards, and then went into an elevator. On the ride up you could feel the heat from his hand – that was still nestled against your lower back – slowly spreading into the rest of your body.

Slowly you could also feel the heat setting root in your core and wetness pooling in your panties.

You were sure that Mads could also feel the tension and hot sparks that were flying between you.

A quiet ding brought you back into reality.

Though your rooms were on the same floor, yours was on the left while his room was to the right. However, you made no move towards it and let Mads hand guide you to his room. Both of you were aware of how this was going to play out.

At the thought of how this night would end you could feel your heartrate picking up again and your anticipation growing.

Mads held the key card against the door before opening it and guiding you inside. He closed it behind him, his hand momentarily leaving its place on your back.

He locked the door before turning to you again, a smile spreading on both of your faces.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better now,” he told you while making a few steps towards you.

“Well, I met this really handsome guy who showed me some kindness and made me feel a lot better,” you answered, deciding to play his game.

“Oh, did you really? And he was handsome, you say? Hmm... who could that have been?” he questioned teasingly, now standing directly in front of you.

Instead of answering him, you leaned forward and connected your lips before wrapping your hand around his neck. He immediately melted into the kiss and rested his hands on your hips.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated, his tongue demanding entrance into your mouth. He swallowed your moans as he started to explore your mouth with his tongue, his hands starting to wander over your body. His hands on your body felt incredible, how they wandered over your hips, to your waist, to your shoulders where you could finally feel his hands against your bare skin and then back downwards again.

Slowly you started to move the two of you closer to the bed. Kicking off your high heels while Mads pushed his jacket from your shoulders, exposing your arms and back to him, you were now only wearing your dress. His lips left yours and started to wander down your throat, his hands now on your waist pulling your body flush to his.

You let your head fall back, giving him more space to kiss. While he was busy with your neck you loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. After opening the first few buttons with slightly shaky hands you let your hand glide over the now exposed skin, Mads hands on your hips tightening at the action.

Opening the button on his trouser, you pulled his shirt free and opened it up completely. As if in a hurry you clumsily pushed it off his shoulders. Mads momentarily broke the kiss to rid himself of his shirt and trousers, only his boxers remaining.

He immediately connected his lips with yours again, his hands wandering to the zip on your back, slowly, almost teasingly, pulling it down and exposing more of your skin inch by inch. His hands left your body, to pull down the straps of your dress.

Now that nothing was holding it up anymore, it fell from your body and pooled around your legs, your body now completely exposed to his eyes.

With still closed eyes he pulled away from your lips, only opening them again to eye your body, his eyes full of lust. The only piece of clothing that remained on your frame was your small slip.

Making eye contact with him, you slowly hooked your fingers into it, slowly pulling down your panties, exposing your glistening cunt to his eyes.

He grabbed a hold of your hips again and pushed you back onto the bed, chasing your body with his, never leaving too much space between you. He laid down on top of you, the only thing that were still separating you were his boxes.

While you start kissing him again, one of your hands starts teasing the waistline of his pants. With an impatient grunt from his side and a chuckle – both muffled by your mouths moving against each other – your hands slides underneath and grabs a hold of his hard cock.

Mads hands – that were resting on either side of your head – almost gave in ant the feeling of you finally stroking his aching dick. His kiss grows more heated as his hand wanders towards your core, returning the favour.

You let out a long moan as you felt his veiny hand making contact with your wet pussy. With ease he slides through your folds, collecting the wetness from your hole and spreading it over your clit, then repeating the process. Speeding up your strokes, he started to exclusively circle your clit, making you writhe beneath him.

He breaks the kiss before pressing his forehead against yours.

“You’re driving me insane. I’m so close from you just touching me.”, he whispers against your lips before moving his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel him starting to thrust into your hand, urging you to stroke him faster.

“I’m close too.”, you pant into his ear that is now directly next to your lips. You turn your head an d start planting light kisses against his temple while speeding up your strokes. Bucking your hips into his hand when he too becomes quicker, you can feel your high being only seconds away.

“I’m gonna cum!”, you say breathlessly before getting lost in your orgasm. You can feel Mads breath against your neck – erratic and heavy – as he releases into your hand, ruining his boxers in the process. The moans of your name while he came were the thing that triggered your own release, your body starting to convulse. Now his name was falling from your lips, your voice shaky from pleasure.

Slowly you both halt your movements and start to catch your breath. You pull your hand from his boxers, pulling the soft fabric down his thighs. He gets the hint and stands up, granting you an incredible view of his toned body as he rids himself of his now stained underwear.

He made eye contact with you while pulling the fabric down his legs, an easy smile appearing on his lips as he saw you pressing your thighs together.

Mads joined you on the bed, his body covering yours again. Instead of staying like this, he leans back to sit on his haunches, his cock now standing tall against his stomach, almost meeting the belly button with his tip. He hooks his fingers into the sides of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs, torturing not just you but himself too.

Throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side, he used both of his hands to spread your legs, just looking at your glistening cunt. You could see the hunger, the longing in his eyes.

“Fuck, that pussy is so pretty. If I wasn’t so impatient, I’d taste you now. But the nights still young,” he mutters, almost just to himself. You could feel yourself getting impatient, but before you could complain he leans over you again, one hand next to your head, the other one still spreading your legs.

He moves it now to grip his leaking cock, his cum the perfect lube. Gently, he runs the head of his cock through your folds, circling your clit. Once he feels he toyed with you enough, he moves to your entrance, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside of your hole.

Both of you let out a sigh of relief as Mads sinks inside of you. Leaving his cock now, his hand finds a place at your hip, rubbing gentle circles on your skin as he fully sinks inside of you.

Once Mads bottoms out, you feel like he’s in your stomach, his thick length creating a slight bulge at the front of your lower stomach. He leaves you a moment to adjust before he starts to move inside of you.

Slowly, he lets his cock sink inside of your tight hole before pulling out again, setting a slow pace for the both of you.

Not being able to handle his torturous strokes, you wrap your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer to you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

With every thrust you could feel him getting closer to your g-spot, his cock so deliciously deep inside you.

Now that you were thinking about it – though you weren’t thinking about much in that moment – he was the biggest (and best) you ever had. The way his veins dragged along your slick walls, his tip now hitting that gummy spot inside of you, the hair atop his cock stimulating your clit with every thrust.

It was truly magical.

“This is so much better than I imagined it, love. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Fuck, so tight,” he groans into your ear, his hips speeding up their movements.

Your pulse quickened and you let out a moan at the thought of him imagining this over and over in his head. That thought almost brought you to your second high that night.

Mads was now repeatedly hitting your g-spot, moans now slipping freely from between your lips.

“Fuck Mads, I’m so close,” you pant into his ear, your nails slowly digging into his muscular shoulders.

“Me too, love, me too. Come with me. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing me, milking me. Cum for me,” he almost demands before starting to relentlessly pound into you, tipping both of you over the edge.

He came with a shout of your name, filling you up with his thick cum while you were pulsing around him, gripping him even tighter. His head went into the crook of your neck as you both calmed down and evened out your breathing.

You unwrapped your legs from his hips, your hands drawing mindless shapes onto his back.

Once you had both calmed down a bit, he pulled out and went to the bathroom to get a towel. He gently cleaned you, before cleaning himself, dressing you in one of his boxers, before laying down next to you.

He engulfed you in his thick arms, your back flush to his chest, his nose burring itself in your hair.

“I think we should do this more often,” you told him before drifting off and his deep chuckle was the last thing you heard.

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vacantgodling · 9 months ago

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oc kiss week day 6 4: reach

i’m posting this out of order bc i had this finished first LMAO 💀 next one i’ll post is day 4 promise pff

WIP: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol)

SHIP: erik soori (he/him, ranger) x un "dion" undershield (he/him, protector)

SUMMARY: dion knew it was his fault, but that didn't make it hurt less. the worst part was erik didn't blame him at all.

tw(s): major out of context spoilers, amputation (not in graphic detail, it's already been done) & traumatic limb loss

worldbuilding notes: erik and miona are both from diisai, which is an island to the west of terrae's mainland across the eastern sea (which is not east lmao). diisaians like themselves have a sort of highland (scottish) adjacent sounding accent, and because i like writing vernaculars, you'll see that make an appearance here. erik's accent is stronger than miona's because miona grew up in the capital of diisai while erik grew up in the highlands.

also sorry in advance for this this is so sad fr LMAO.

“I spoke wi’eh doctor.” Miona said. She wasn’t looking at him, or where Erik lay, deathly still on the hospital bed. His body was fully covered by blankets up to his chin, and his face didn’t look peaceful so much as he just looked like a corpse. If Dion knew Miona better, like Erik did, maybe he would’ve been able to read through whatever emotion her flat voice was trying to hide. He didn’t look at her either. Just kept staring at him like he had for the past week. She waited a long moment before she continued.

“After he’s granted discharge, it's recommended ‘at he retire.”

Another long beat passed.

“He can’t.” Dion was surprised hearing his own voice—the last time he heard it like this was when Fia passed and. And. He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose; he couldn’t think about her. Not now, it would break him.

Miona whirled on him, her eyes suddenly blazing. “Can’t?!” Her voice was shrill. “He lost his fucking arm, you heartless piece o’ shit!” Guilt seared through Dion’s gut like he’d been fileted, and it was hard not to double over from the pain of it. “Th’ whole damn thing!” She screamed and Dion wished he could scream too. He knew! And it was his fault. Miona wasn’t done her tirade however. “Can you stop being so fucking selfish for once in yer damn life—”

“I know what he lost!” Dion finally growled, cutting her off. He could barely breathe around the nausea that gripped him like iron from the inside of his throat, strangling him with every word, but he pushed them out. “But you and I both know he won’t!”

Miona glowered at him, grinding her teeth, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it herself. She tried again. “Then convince ‘im! For pity’s sake, he can’t go on like this!”

Dion turned away from her, and away from Erik no matter how much he needed to stare at him to make sure that he was there. “I can’t do that.” His voice was barely a puff of air; a wheeze.

If he was looking at Miona, he would’ve seen the way she tugged at her hair in frustration. “Ye’re the only one who can!” She choked on her words, tears welling up in her voice like an overflowing dam. “He’ll ne’er be able to shoot a bow again—don’t ye get it? And you know he won’t sit around and do paperwork all day!”

“I’m not stupid.” Dion felt the stupid, useless tears that he hated to shed begin to trail down his dark cheeks and he pointedly kept his face turned away. That’s what was tearing him up—he knew that Erik was fucked over beyond repair and he fucking caused it.

The one thing Fia loved about Erik more than anything was his bow. The one thing that completed Erik, was that ridiculous thing, near as large as Dion’s own shield, at his side. He drew it with such a raw power in a way that was lost on the rangers of the mainland; a unique artform all of its own. And because of Dion it was ruined. He’d ruined Fia’s dream—as the last insult to her memory. He’d ruined Erik, as the final straw in the string of insults that Dion had taken at his character. The one man who never left him. The one man who coddled him, listened to him, cared for him even when he didn’t fucking deserve it—

“Get out o’eh way, ye stupid bastard!”

Dion kept replaying the moment over and over in his mind.

He had been so focused. So, angry, and reckless—Erik shouldn’t have had to cover his blind spot. Erik shouldn’t have known his blind spot… But logic reasoned that if anyone would’ve known it, Erik would. They’d been fighting together for… too long now. This was the price for that.

Both he and Miona were startled out of their argument by a shifting of the sheets. Of a loud, pained groan.

“A’ll get th’ doctor!” Miona said. She rushed for the door, pausing for only a moment to look back at Dion. “But remember what Ah said. And don’t ye dare hurt him.”

Dion didn’t bother to deign what she said with a response. He was too busy falling to his knees by the bedside, grasping Erik’s trembling left hand in his own—what was left of him.

He was forcibly moved from the bedside when the doctor rushed in.

It was another week before Erik awoke again. And in all that time, Dion stayed by his bedside. He tried to read, but his mind wouldn’t follow the words, but there was nothing else to do so he forced himself through passage after passage of drivel until it made his eyes burn and his head swim.

During that time, the room was constantly fluctuating with visitors: Miona came in nearly every day, and the barman—Papa, whatever his name, stopped by as well. The Diisiain they spoke rapidly between each other was too hushed for Dion to catch any of, but he noticed the forlorn look the burly man gave Erik when he finally ambled out. Cameron stopped by, and that archer his sister fancied, along with other people Dion hadn’t bothered to learn the names of. He’d never… realized how well liked Erik was. He’d been so focused on himself, his vengeance, his pain—its like he never even knew who Erik was. Is. He wasn’t dead. He had to keep telling himself that.

It was a sentiment proven true when Erik began to stir. Dion almost didn’t notice, given how quiet this awakening was compared to the previous outburst. His honey brown eyes were barely visible under his drooping lids, but visible enough for Dion to start when he said, all rasp, “Ne’er thought Ah’d see th’ day where ye’d voluntarily read somethin’, bubble boy.”

The silly nickname that normally Dion hated constricted something fierce in his chest, and his heart stopped, before it began to hammer against his ribs. “You’re awake.” He said dumbly. “You’re actually awake.”

“Fer better or worse.” Erik sighed heavily, so much that Dion could almost hear the creak of his bruised lungs. “Though Ah feel like th’ Lady o’ tha Universe sent th’ planet crashin’ down on me brow an’ knocked me clean oot. I feel awful.” Despite it, Erik chuckled and Dion felt his heart crash down to his stomach. How could he do this? How was he this endless well of optimism. When Fia died, Erik hadn’t shed a tear that Dion could see. Just held him, helped him bury her body—their bodies of the rest of their team. When Dion shunned his jokes and his cheer, he’d let it roll off of his shoulders without even blinking. He almost wanted to ask—what kept him cheerful when the world was cruel and heartless? But then Erik sat up on the bed. With some difficulty, Dion could add. The book he was reading fell from his lap as he lunged to reach Erik, helping him get to an upright position with a hand steadied on his back. The blanket dropped from his shoulders, and suddenly it was bared to the world. Bandaged; but enough that Dion felt the nausea of guilt arrest him again. Where Erik’s right arm should’ve been, there was nothing but a nub right at the shoulder. It was a clean break, like someone snapped it off like an icicle or chalk, and not the horribly mangled, jagged thing it had been when Dion and Jace managed to drag him to the hospital, already passed clean out from the pain. They must’ve had to amputate slightly further up, to salvage what they could… even if it wasn’t much.

Aware of it, Erik stilled, and how he was turned obscured his expression from Dion. Without warning, his left arm came grasping at the place where his arm once was.

“She’s really gone… Isn’t she?” Erik’s voice was threadbare. But surprisingly, he wasn’t the one who’d begun to cry.

When Dion didn’t give him an answer, Erik turned his head. The worried expression on his face was swimming in Dion’s vision.

“Oi… Ye… ye’re cryin’?” Erik looked about as lost as Dion felt. When he tried to open his mouth, no sound came out. “Ah…” Erik’s left hand reached out then hesitated, unsure. But, steeling his resolve, he reached out all the way, and grasped Dion by the front of his shirt. It only took one tug to pull Dion into his embrace, and any other day, any other time Dion would’ve shoved him off but now… His arms just felt too weak.

Against his hair, he felt a brush of Erik’s lips.

“Ah didn’t think ye’d cry.” He said, hushed. The lips pressed into Dion’s hair again, this time more purposeful and it hit Dion so sharply that he felt dizzy. Despite the fact that Dion caused his injury. Despite the fact that Dion couldn’t do anything but growl and scowl and give him grief for his troubles to be friendly, that no matter what happened between them, Erik was always there whenever Dion fell. He couldn’t bear it, he couldn’t bear it.

“If Ah thought Ah could’a gone fer me bow, I woulda but…” Erik tried to laugh but it came out watery and broken. “An’ now… Ah’m ne’er gonna shoot me bow again.” He laughed again, but this one was more pained and Dion pulled away, if only to look into Erik’s eyes. Tears had begun pouring down his face like a river’s spring flood.

Dion wished he knew what to say.

“.... Ah promised meself that Ah wouldn’t regret it if ye were safe.” Erik whispered, and then suddenly he was breaking. It was all Dion could do but pull Erik into his chest as he wailed, his tears wrenching and racking his whole, too thin body with them. All Dion could do was hold him and mirror the gesture; pressing the most delicate of kisses to Erik’s head as he fell apart.

#ockiss24 #these two drive me insane they BREAK ME they HURT ME SM #this is part of what makes dion finally get his head out of his ass btw #s: tcol #ren writing #spoilers ig

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scorpioracha · 2 years ago

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Can you do a skz reaction to your new dog/cat? After the skz puppy interview, I’ve been influenced

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long to write but here you go!! I hope you enjoy it @dadonbabysworld !!! Comments,rb’s and tags are well appreciated because this did in fact take a while but I’m very proud of it ♡ ᕱ⑅ᕱ

Bang Chan 방찬

-I honestly feel like Channie would be the definition of 🤡💀🙃 because when he left the apartment this morning there most definitely wasn’t a puppy in the bedroom…he thinks. He’s been so stressed lately he’s not even sure what to think anymore. You were taking a shower while the little—he flipped the puppy over onto its back—lady was just sitting there and staring up at him.

-He would only be in shock for a few seconds before accepting this as his new reality, when you’re a father of seven chaotic kids nothing really surprises you anymore. It wasn’t like you two couldn’t afford a dog, he just wasn’t expecting it.

“Yah…”Channie sighed taking a seat on the bed, the golden doodle stared up at him with big expectant eyes. He had no choice but to pick the dog up and snuggle her, he was only human!

“You’re a sweet girl aren’t you?”he murmured rubbing behind her ears, “sweet like a little cookie”

The dog yipped happily and rolled over in his arms.

“Cookie, huh?”he said with that little giggle, “it seems to fit alright doesn’t it?”

The pup had since amused itself playing(and losing) tug of war with one of his strings.

“I’ll name you cookie”he said, “it’s only fair I get to name you”

-As we can tell he was whipped from the start. Definitely texts you randomly to ask for his little “쿠키야”

-Her and berry have matching collars that say big sis and lil sis on them. Will refer to Berry in his lives as Cookie’s 언니 and yes everyone is screaming about it.

-You’re just in a constant state of 😵‍💫 because you didn’t expect him to take to her so well and even had an emergency pleading speech ready, but what do you expect from the leader of a group called stray kids😒

-He baby talks her just like he does to Berry and since he’s active she is getting her daily walks in regularly. You’ve seen him carrying the poor baby home sometimes because she was just tired. You and him bicker regularly about overexerting your child.

-Since Cookie lives in Korea with y’all she definitely comes into the studio with him and dance practice occasionally.

-Everyone knew she was a golden doodle but no one was expecting her to get so big. Channie genuinely shed a tear during her first birthday, but if you tell anyone he’ll get all pink in the face and deny it.

Minho 리노

-Minho has a fucking heart attack. He walks into the room, his eyes zero in on the cat, and he walks back out. Simple as that.

-You’ve got a loootttt of explaining to do for this one because why is there a foreign animal just hanging out on his bed? And why are you happy about it???

-He goes into super mom scolding mode because why would you make this decision without telling him??? He already has Sooni,doongi and Dori at home to worry about, he can’t take care of another cat—much less a kitten.

-I’m gonna be so real for a moment, he wants you to take it back. He doesn’t care about its big round eyes or it’s stupid little paws or it’s obnoxious big ass ears…he doesn’t okay!😠

-That’s until the little shit let’s out the most devastating mewl and he has to leave the room again to collect himself because fuck. That was cute and he’s not at all happy about it. He comes back ten minutes later and the little shit is sprawled out on his side of the bed. This was war.

-You were allowed to keep the nuisance under one condition. He got to name it. That’s how you ended up with the tamest kitten named 똥이—shit(affectionate). You were not very happy about this but Minho found it hilarious. He wasn’t evil so the cats name on paper was 데이지(Daisy) and that’s how he referred to his new kitten to the fans but between you and the boys, she was little poopy. The maknae line was very pleased by this turn of events—so was the hyung line but they had the common sense to at least look contrite.

-Daisy only meets the rest of the kitties a little later on because she stays with you guys and Minho can’t really go home too often to see them but all you need to know is that the other kitties do not approve💀

-they’re all pissed, especially Dori as he is no longer the baby. Doongi definitely tries to throw paws and Sooni is just getting too old for this shit. Minho can tell it kinda guts you a bit to see because these cats were here first and you pretty much just introduced a threat to the group, but he’d just kiss your head and say if they’re anything like their dad that they’ll come around.

Changbin 창빈

-Apologize right now because you sent Changbin into a full on panic. There’s a little white floof on his bed wearing a bow and he’s very confused and tired and didn’t expect this when you asked if he could run to Starbucks for you two. He’s kinda just standing there rubbing his eyes while this…thing just looks at him. Maybe if he blinks hard enough it’ll meld into the dots in his vision and just kind of disappear.

-He’s mentioned in passing that he thought Samoyeds were cute but never in a million years did he think you were going to buy him one. His feet are frozen to the carpet as he mentally recalls even anniversary,birthday,holiday,special event and life achievement that could have led to this💀

-Turns out your friends dog had puppies and it was a big litter so they couldn’t keep all of them, and boy were you a sucker for some puppy dog eyes.

-And that’s how you guys came to be parents of ironically enough—Felix!

-The name alone had Changbin on the floor howling and clutching his stomach because what are the fucking odds they named this dog Felix? You had mentioned it was between Felix and Oliver but Felix had come running right towards you and it was a done deal.

-you intended for it to be a bigger surprise but Felix had escaped from behind the pillow fort you had him in without you realizing. You hand Changbin a little present that says congratulations daddy on it and this motherfucker has the audacity to start crying. And since that’s your baby you’re both crying now🙄

-calls the boys and nearly gives them a heartache cause when were you pregnant and how did you give birth so quickly???

-very much so assuaged when Changbin was able to choke out that it was a puppy

Seungmin called him a dumbass

-If you thought the aegyo was bad it only gets worse from here on out. Every second of the day those two are together it is the definition of ☺️✨🌸☁️🌈

-Only refers to himself as 아빠 around the house and you find it cute until he gets in his feelings and is like “we should make a little us to chase Felix around🥺”

-You pulled up daycare prices alone and he immediately snapped out of it.

-It’s really cute cause you’ll hear him around the house early in the morning all fluffy and sleepy like “listen to daddy” and “daddy said don’t do that😠”

-He matches Felix’s little bandanas and bows to his outfits whenever he takes him out for walkies and very much enjoys going for morning runs with him

-you can catch him asleep on the couch with the fluff ball at least once a day and that’s crazy because you remember discussing that Felix wasn’t allowed on the furniture 🤨

-As the adoring bf he is he usually gets you guys Starbucks in the morning and has created a Pavlovian response in the poor puppy every time he hears the front door open in the morning. Little baby has been spoiled with pup cups and gets an attitude if he doesn’t receive one.

-picks fights with the other skz babies and always sulks when he gets scolded.

-All in all this is definitely Changbin’s son.

Hyunjin 현진

-Panic! at the Hyunjin: part 1 - the prologue

-this boy quite literally does not know what he was expecting you said you had a surprise for him. Shampoo? maybe some of that fancy moisturizer he’s been eyeing lately, but not a kitten. He’s a dramatic little thing so when he feels a furry little thing in his hands he almost drops it. I’m gonna be so real he deadass screams and jumps out of his skin.

-he’s giving you his 😰 look and you honestly feel kinda bad but also it’s a kitten dude calm yourself pls💀

-“Kkami wouldn’t approve👺” headass😒

-Another denier of the kitten and you do indeed have to pull out the sob story for him to even consider it. Runt of the litter,little dumpster baby, but it was so cute🥺

“Y/n I’m begging you please don’t name it-“

“Her name is Cheese!”☺️✨🌈

Cue another judgmental face because why tf would you do that to this poor creature😒

-He takes the kitten under his wing just so you can’t do anymore stupid shit.

-Is genuinely embarrassed that he has to introduce that little kitten as Cheese but is so smitten with you he doesn’t wanna rename her so he’s kinda just on vlive like “Meet Cheese😐😒”

-Pretends he doesn’t like her but you’ll catch him in random places around the house with her just propped on his shoulder or he left his phone laying around and it’s just designer cat collars

-most of the packages you receive now are for cheese

-He claims he doesn’t even like her but you caught him chasing her around the living room with one of the many toys you’re sure you didn’t buy

-“Cheese” is just her theme song at this point. Everytime the boys see her they quite literally get possessed and circle around her just singing it in tiny.

-She has definitely put the paws on Felix—both the human and the puppy.

-kkami actually ends up taking to her pretty well, as well as any chihuahua honestly can💀 they kinda just coexist with each other and that’s more than you could have asked for

-Panic! At the Hyunjin: the midpoint. Watching another animal grow older kinda sends this man into crisis and you catch him sobbing over one of her little baby teeth and you’re just like😐 enough said he’s whipped.

-Likes to keep her in the art room with him with the promise of bathing her if she gets messy. Coincidentally a bunch of his pieces end up having ‘hidden’ paw prints throughout them and it kinda becomes a little project of his.

-as Cheese is a dumpster kitty you guys don’t know her birthday, but you do celebrate the day you brought her home. She got tons of treats and a cute little tutu that Hyunjin wrestled her into. The birthday party is appropriately Cheese themed and he’s the one asking if your high energy kitty needs a brother😳

Jisung 지성

-This was honestly bound to happen. The breeder Jisung got bbama from had a new litter and he was just 🥺🥹😭over them until you caved and decided to surprise him with another one. He wasn’t very subtle about bbama needing a sibling as he was an only child himself. The constant sighing and his Insta feed being filled with bichon frise’s was enough for you to cave. You could only take so much “Jagi look🥹😭” before you exploded.

-It wasn’t a huge affair as you warned him before hand that there would be a new puppy joining the family. You just didn’t tell him when anxious people can have a little surprise…as a treat

-He’d been working hard for the comeback and you had a lull in your schedule so why not pick the time you’re both semi free? You managed to get a hold of their schedule through Chan and coordinated a time to pick up the puppy while he would be at the company.

-This was a smaller litter of only four pups but you were on a mission. Jisung didn’t specify the gender, but you firmly thought bbama needed a little sister. Just your luck, the litter was three boys and one girl. Your card was out before you knew it and little fluffy was on the way home with you.

-You had everything neatly arranged by the time Sungie got home, an extra bed you’ve kept in the closet along with food bowls and a cute little collar that said hanracha—a stupid little joke between you and Jisung about your baby bbama.

-When he got home he thought he was seeing double. He knew today was stressful but he was pretty sure he only left the house with one bbama this morning and he’s not sure how there’s two??? He’s the 😲❔⁉️ emoji’s for sure. Looking between bbama, the puppy and you at a rapid speed. This goes on for long enough that you’re starting to think you made the wrong decision. Maybe he didn’t really want this dog and it was all just good natured whining. You go to explain yourself when he plops himself on the floor and hunches over sniffling.

-you’re pretty much like😰😥 cause why is he crying??? That wasn’t the plan!!!?

-but he picks up the puppy and just nuzzles his face in the tiny floof and you let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding. He likes the puppy. Great. Amazing. Now you’re going to kill him for worrying you-

“ITS A GIRL??!!?😭”

Let’s just say it was a long night

-He ultimately decided to name her Hana, his first daughter as he likes to put it and he likes how it rhymes with bbama. He loves the hanracha collars and also decided the babies needed them in multiple colors and designs.

-He can be a bit paranoid since both of the dogs are still young and is kinda just like “OMG Y/N HANA ISNT BREATHING😭”

and you’re just like “…she’s sleeping Seungie”

“OH MY GOD Y/N HANA ATE A BLUEBERRY MY BABY IS GONNA DIE”

And you’re just like “…🧍🏾‍♀️”

You definitely have to be the voice of reason there cause if you’re not, your main monthly expenses are going to be the vet.

“Y/NNNN BBAMA ATE A QUARTER😭”

-He treats them like his children to the point his parents thought you guys fucked around and had a baby. They ask to see the grand baby and they’re like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♂️when it’s just bbama in another font

-you have to stop him when he almost buys a stroller for them because you do not need that dispatch heart attack this early in your life.

-You’ve got to be the law here. He’s so over the moon about his baby that she can do no wrong.

“Aw y/n look, Hana took a shit on the carpet😍” and you’re just like “bro what get it together—“

-He’s another one who’s like “we should have a baby🥺” you had to put that man in the full Nelson because how dare he speak such foolishness.

-Needless to say he didn’t bring it up again🥴

Felix 필맄스

-There was nothing really special to say about your cat adoption. Felix had always wanted a pet and he now had the expendable income to have one so it wasn’t too surprising for him. He sent you to the shelter and told you to pick one that and quote “spoke to you”

So that’s how you ended up with the skrunkliest grey cat known to man. She was on the older side for cats but she also stuck her paw out of the cage and rested it on your hand so you took it as a sign. She already came with a name and it seems like the previous owners weren’t too creative cause her name was Grey. You weren’t sure how Felix was going to respond but he was honestly overjoyed when you brought her home and waxed on and on about how good of a job you did and how older cats rarely get adopted. He was quite literally beaming about it.

-He’s done a lot of reading on his own and knew that cats needed time to adjust to their environment so he made sure to give her space and kinda just let the house be a free for all. He desperately wanted to just pick her up and shove his face in her fur but he did a pretty good job at holding back if he does say so himself.

-Once Grey warmed up to the house she was all over him. You don’t blame her but damn maybe you wanted some cuddles too🙄

-She quite literally follows him around the house chirping and purring happily whenever she’s not taking a nap. If Felix is there, there’s a 90% chance she’s near by

-You thought Felix had won her full favor until you realized she sleeps on your side of the bed when you’re not there🥹

She wasn’t as cuddly with you but she was very protective of both of you so a win is a win

-you guys soon realized she’s not a people person when you invited the guys over to meet her and she immediately attacked Changbin. Felix was mortified and shakily trying to explain that she wasn’t like this but you found it hilarious cause it was obvious. She chose her people and the slots were now filled.

-She didn’t like other people but she did tolerate the babies of petracha. The older animals were always on thin ice and for some reason she had particular beef with Changbin and Seungmin. You guys honestly couldn’t figure it out. You looked more into her history and realized she just didn’t like men💀 Felix wasn’t sure to be honored by this or deeply offended. You find this ten times more hilarious and Felix just sulked around the house while she trotted behind him chirping curiously.

Seungmin 승민

-Seungmin and a Corgi honestly just makes so much sense to me?? I don’t know why but he gives me such Corgi energy so I really just want to give him a Corgi😭

-When you came home one day with the pup, he very much so had his unimpressed Seungmin face on. He wanted to be pragmatic about this, he was very close to getting up and drawing a pros and cons list for you before you just shoved the wriggly thing into his arms.

-You watched him go through the seven stages of grief before he just plopped himself on the couch with sigh. This is not how he thought his Wednesday was going to go.

“We keep the thing for one week. If it doesn’t work after that, we give it back. Understood?”

You’re vibrating with joy because all you heard was ‘we keep’ and you’re flopping onto the couch kissing his and the puppy’s head cooing about how you have two puppies now.

He is disgusted but he’ll let it slide😒

-Very much no puppy booties on the bed or on the couch. That’s the one rule he’s just not budging on. He found a perfectly good old blanket for her to sleep on and she seemed to like it fine no matter how much you pouted about it.

-He knows you like to sleep in so he’ll begrudgingly get up and take her on her ‘walkies’ but he’s bitching the whole time as he’s getting her in her harness and pulling on a thread bare sweatshirt.

“Your mom is so lazy”he grumbled attaching the leash, “she’s lucky I love her so much. It’s cold as fuck”

-He always claims he hates their morning walks but he always comes back with coffee,treats and a very happy wiggly puppy. That one week rule became a thing of the past because now he’s gotten used to little paws scratching at his door for walkies.

-he went from “y/n don’t name it😠” to “look at our little dandy girl!”

-yes you read right. Seungmin named her dandy girl. It was a joke at first, a little name of affection but she was such a happy puppy that it just kinda stuck. You called them the dandy duo in private but he will quite literally drop kick you if you even think about saying it in public🤡

-he can’t even pretend he doesn’t love her because she’s all over his bubble and the Instagram and the skz groupchat

-But no one else is allowed to call him a softie because he will kill them 🙃🔪

-no he didn’t cry during dandy girl’s birthday🙄 he just had something in his eye

Jeongin 정인

-Jeongin is the one who surprises you with a pet if we’re being honest💀

-Yeah you weren’t supposed to find out the way you did. You were supposed to be back from work much later and the puppy needed to be walked and that’s how you bumped into him half awake from a nap being dragged by a yippy little husky. He looks at you with a hesitant little smile and is kinda just like “meet 빵😄”

And you’re just like “Jeongin pls😵‍💫”

How he had managed to smuggle the loudest dog breed known to man home and name it all in one day was a mystery to you.

The bigger mystery was getting back to the apartment and seeing it was pretty much baby proofed and completely dog friendly now. The lower cabinets had magnetic locks, the couch had a blanket thrown over it and there was a plethora of pee pads and toys just laying about. You couldn’t even be mad because damn was he prepared.

-Jeongin took to the role as dog dad in a way you couldn’t even explain. Maybe it was the middle child energy rearing it’s head but he was simultaneously the most chaotic yet responsible dog owner you’ve

ever seen.

-Did he take baby bread on his walkies,make sure his food was full and play with him? Yes.

-Did he also wear a full wetsuit in the tub with goggles to bathe the puppy? Yes. Yes he did.

-You never know if you’re going to come home to your boys chilling and cuddling on the couch or the two of them engaged in a screaming match(빵 1 Jeongin 0)

-Jeongin likes to record 빵 throwing his little tantrums and post it on bubble saying the pet maknae was serenading them

-as they’re both very vocal you’ll sometimes come home to the two of them just grunting back and forth to each other from across the room.

-Jeongin loves taking his mini me to Busan!!! You were a bit worried at first because car ride with a puppy😵‍💫 but Jeongin was surprisingly calm about it, said it was no different than traveling with his younger brother.

-빵 absolutely loved the beach and spending time at Jeongin’s parents place that it just makes the boy all squishy inside. The way he lights up watching 빵 run in the sand just confirms you’ll be taking a lot more trips to Busan when the weather gets warmer.

-The dog is his when it starts snowing though. He wanted a husky so bad and now he has to deal with the consequences of a snow dog who never wants to come back inside. If you listen closely enough through the window you can hear Jeongin cursing and trying to reason with the pup who seems to be arguing back. They don’t come back inside for another thirty minutes. (빵 2 Jeongin 0)

#skz #skz headcanons #skz fluff #skz reactions #dating skz #skz bang chan #skz minho #skz changbin #skz hyunjin #skz jisung #skz felix #skz seungmin #skz jeongin #stray kids reactions #stray kids headcanons #stray kids

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retrobr · 7 months ago

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Lazytown Shenanigans Pt. 3

I can state with all confidence that "The Holiday Spirit" episode is one of the best episodes in the whole show. I was smiling like an idiot while watching it and nearly cried out of joy in the end, THIS WAS SO FREAKING GOOD OMG-

But I need to calm down for a minute.

So,

"The Holiday Spirit."

This episode has very strong found-family vibes in my opinion. I just wasn't able to help myself but feel warm and fuzzy inside when I was watching characters interactions; they are so precious to me... And, as I mentioned in the very first "Lazytown Shenanigans" post, I absolutely adore Christmas atmosphere in the movies and such stuff, so it was the first signal that I might like this episode.

But let's talk about the most important detail of this episode: Robbie's behavior. I just- I- dudes. WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?? HE WAS SO NICE AND SWEET, AND OH MY FREAKING GOD I AM ACTUALLY CRYING BECAUSE OF THIS??

He didn't even do anything bad at all. AT ALL. I mean yes, it all started with the fact that he wanted to get a gift, but the whole thing kinda snowballed and after that he started behaving better and better. I mean, he was pretty happy to help Stephanie and other folks, and oh my god, this excitement in his voice when he greeted the gang...

And the fact that he actually wanted and tried to be nice for once. He didn't do any name-calling or nasty things; he didn't even react to Sportacus' appearance in the house (but we'll talk about it a little later, mmhhmm.) HE EVEN VOLUNTEERED HIMSELF TO COOK A FUCKING TURKEY, AND THE GANG ACTUALLY INVITED HIM TO THE CHRISTMAS PARTY, AND HE WAS SO FREAKING HAPPY!! This once again confirms that people love him even when he acts not that well and he also loves them too, secretly of course. I want to cry this is so precious 😭😭

And the final scene when the kids and others went to his lair to congratulate him personally, and the expression on his face when he saw them all... My heart is melting; I can't stand this amount of adorable interaction between kids and Robbie. God bless them 🥺

Speaking of adorable interactions, I literally shed a small and very manly tear in the scene when Santa visited kids without any presents, and they convinced him that it's totally fine. Santa is just so nice, and I can't stand it when such wonderful and kind characters are sad. I literally want to cry again while writing this (I'm a very sentimental and pathetic creature, you guys should be aware of that lol.)

But let's touch on the topic of a little funny thing. Robbie's turkey knocked out Santa's sleigh. THE WAY I SNORTED WHEN I SAW THIS OMG 😭💀 And Sportacus' reaction like "what the heck was that-" WAS JUST A CHERRY ON TOP I CAN'T-

And finally, my darling beloved Sportacus and Robbie. :]. Their interaction was, oh finally, pretty nice and normal, even from Robbie's part, which surprised me VERY much. As I mentioned before, he didn't even react when Sport appeared in the house to help the gang, and WAIT. About the helping part: the very first person who he helped was exactly Robbie; and please don't tell me that "um, actually Sportacus needed a ladder and Robbie was stuck in this ladder mlem-mlem-mlem 🤓", I WHOLEHEARTEDLY ADORE THOSE DORKS, JUST LET ME BE DELUSIONAL FOR A MINUTE OK??

And HOOHEE that moment when Stingy and Robbie didn't appear at the Christmas party, and Sport sent the gang to find Stingy and went to Robbie's lair himself. Sorry I have a heart attack and I can't think straight, but HAHSHJAKA HELLO 😭😭 AND THEN ROBBIE PEEKED OUT OF HIS LAIR AND HIS HAPPY LITTLE "Sportacus 🥹" KILLED ME AND MY POOR DUMB HEART. HE DIDN'T EVEN INSULT HIM. FOR ONCE. I already said that but I want to cry, this episode is a golden one for me

I think I need to stop right here because I can ramble a lot and well. Yeah I should stop. Thanks for your guys attention if you read it till the end, as always :D

#lazytown shenanigans #lazytown #sportacus #robbie rotten #sportarobbie #stephanie meanswell #stephanie splitz #my ramblings

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borderlinebox · 2 years ago

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hear me out: a karube x reader where it’s based after the games are over and arisu goes back to the real world (maybe reader wasn’t in the borderlands??) and he gives reader an engagement ring from karube? lots of angst PLS

Ring

› pairing ; karube x reader, platonic arisu x reader | warning ; angst, karube's death, not proofread!, a bit short, cliche and cheesy 💀, closure, reading being at peace at the end | a/n ; when i saw this req i shed a single tear and internally sobbed when writing this. not a valentine rq btw!

feedback is always appreciated!!!

"Arisu," Karube pleaded with a choked, wet chuckle, tears welled up in his eyes. It wasn't much too visible due to the darkness within the botany room as leaves of beautiful and elegant plants stretched up and over - not enough to cover up the dark and ugly truth of reality when someone weeps and falls. How did it all end up here?

It all happened so fast. Just a few hours ago, he held a black box in his dominant palm, sitting in the bar of which he used to run. He had been reminiscing moments with you when he held it and daydreaming of the things you'd do together once he got out of here.

And all for this to happen?

His glassy eyes glanced over the plants before. He would never admit how terrified he was. Truth be told, everyone was terrified.

Karube gripped the cold ring in his hand, thumb rubbing against the welded cut. He promised himself he wouldn't cry in these stupid games. But the things he'd do for you, was it enough?

"When your sorry ass gets back home, give this to n/n." He mumbles out to the microphone of his headphones with a small and weak nod. He couldn't bare himself to let his friend see his walls fall apart. Arisu knew how much Karube loved you, truly. Him and Chota would tease him endlessly. Oh, the memories.

"Karube, you-"

"Tell her I love her."

"You tell her yourself you dick!" Arisu cried out at him, his gray hoodie swinging as he shakes in pain of realizing that his friends weren't gonna take no for an answer, that he was going to lose them. He was starting to lose hope.

Arisu kept running, searching for his friends. For anybody. But all he could see was green plants, teasing him. He continuously screamed for them, begging and pleading.

"Arisu, live on for us." Chota smiled through his tears.

As the countdown was getting closer to zero, the more Arisu panicked. Then he saw a glimpse of Karube's figure, immediately turning towards him. "KARUBE!!"

"Arisu, Thank you."

—

After being kept in the hospital for a few months, Arisu was able to return home. He had suffered through the deaths of his best friends; Karube and Chota. However he knew that someone else was in pain too.

You and Arisu were good friends, not as close as he was with Karube, but you both knew about each other. He had been comforting you through your tragic loss.

When you first received the news, the first few days were consisted of you isolating yourself for a while - blocking out family or relatives who came by to check. Until you were called to the hospital upon a patient's request. Snoon you went to the hospital to check on Arisu. Then the next weeks were you checking up on him.

"Y/N," Arisu started. Both of you sat alone in Karube's bar, sharing stories with one another. "There's something.. I thought I should show you."

Your weak eyes scanned the floor for a while then meeting your friend's eyes. He smiled at you sadly before getting up and behind the bar counter while you watched his every move, wondering what he would show you.

Arisu reached up to the drawers above the counters were old kinds of beers lay out and about. "There we go," He grunted and jumped down holding something of a box, you weren't sure since the lights were dim like it always was.

He jumped over the wooden counter once more and hid the box between his two hands before looking back at you with another weak smile. He chuckled sadly before looking up at the ceiling.

"Karube.. He.." Arisu muttered out. "Something tells me.. he wanted me to give this to you."

The boy's arm extended and handed you the small black box.

Your eyes had saddened when you heard Karube's name. Your eyes trailed down to the box and you couldn't help but imagine what it was about, you had an idea but that made your heart sink deeper into your stomach.

Shaky hands accepted the box that was given. You hesitated to open the box as you glanced back at Arisu who encouraged you.

When you opened the box, your heart wouldn't expect at least half the pain that you were going through. Half of you already knew what it was but that didn't mean it would hurt any less.

There sat the cleanly placed engagement ring, left there untouched, as if waiting for the perfect moment for somebody else to present the ring.

Tears pricked your eyes as you fumbled with the box, not even allowing yourself to touch the ring that was inevitably meant to be yours. You couldn't bring yourself to take a look at it any further.

"He.. He would want me to tell you that he loves you, y/n." Arisu's voice was subtle and soft and yet it was able to penetrate through the atmosphere's tension. He hadn't spent way too much time to you but both of you lost Karube and that was enough for him to sympathize with your pain. "I'm sure of it."

You quietly sobbed in your arms, hands raising the box, trying to push it away but it was still valuable to you. One of your hands took the box fully as you ran the other through your hair while you sniffed.

"I.. I just - It's like I never got to say goodbye." You looked at Arisu with a weak smile, facing the ring once again.

"I'm sure he'd want you to keep the ring too, but he wants you to accept it and everything, okay?" It was Arisu's time to look away and stare at the floor, like he was feeling or remembering something of sorts. "Karube wanted me to live on with my life, he'd want you to do it too."

"That sounds easier said than done." You chuckle wetly, wiping your tears.

"I'll help you through." Arisu promised, placing his hand on your back. He began to rub his hand against the plane of your back in sympathy, letting you know that he's there if you ever needed the help of which he offered.

You smiled at him once again.

This time, your fingers dance around the ring's enclosure before taking it from where it laid. You placed down the box beside you and examined the ring. With much hesitation, you inserted the ring to your ring finger and it looked perfect around it. A bittersweet grin came to your face, happy with the ring and yet still in pain.

You hadn't even realized that Arisu had brought you close, pulling you against him as he continued to rub your back and hug.

Despite all of the feelings and the hurt you were going through, you were happy that you knew that someone would be by your side, guiding you through.

And like something of a sense of feeling, you felt like he was there happy for you.

#aib #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #aib x reader #x reader #box writes #karube x reader #karube #daikichi karube #angst #aib angst #karube daikichi

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snowandwolves · 11 months ago

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yooyoyo it's the lengthy ask anon (i nearly typed "ass anon" and that should give you a clue as to how crazy this week has been jfc) back again with some qs because the lighthouse au will forever be in my heart 💕

is there anything you learned about Ava through writing this fic, particularly being in her pov?

uh do you think they ever revisited that conversation about public acts?

is there any particular places you see them visiting together? places Ava visits by herself?

what made you pick "Somebody to Love" as the heartbreak of the century?

did they ever play with the ouija board or the um other things they found in the everything shed?

how did you come up with the idea of Suzanne restoring the truck?

do you think Bea ever gets good enough at cooking that she has dishes she confidently makes for Ava?

which martial arts does Bea have proficiency in?

do you have an idea as to what distracted Bea to leave the rations storage door open?

also after that, when Ava went into town and showed Mary, Cam, and Lilith that "proof of life" pic, just how much shit did they give Bea?

as always, pick and choose or ignore, i totally don't mind - i hope your week has been good and if not, that the weekend gives you some respite! (or at the minimum some yummy veggies? lol'd hard at your tags about broccoli bc i couldn't help but think about Ava making that comment about her asshole in chapter two lololol)

hard relate on the crazy week because that has been me this past week and this is genuinely the first day i feel like i have room to breathe lmao i hope you’ve been having a gentler, slower time this week though! 🥺 right, ok, on to the questions 😂

1. just like,,, how complex of a character she is. in the show, you know she loves life, you know that she’s a glutton for experiences, you know that she wants to live more than anyone else. but when you really get down to how much she’s had to survive to get to that point—all the pain and suffering and grief—you can’t help but love her more. especially, when i had to ask myself how she must’ve felt. that… was an experience lmao

2. yes. ava had to shop for underwear at some point…?

3. GRANDPOP OLIVER! i was genuinely so sad i couldn’t find a way to get him into the story, but in my head, he’s alive and kicking and prone to bursting into tears in the presence of his pseudo-granddaughter. ugh, i wanted to write that reunion 😭

4. this is gonna sound nerdy, but with ava’s age and her mom’s, i figured it was the song that would make the most sense considering what music was like at the time. I Will by The Beatles was also a contender though.

5. ouija board is a horrible idea in a huge ass compound where there’s no other person for miles and miles 😂 as for the uh other things, i’d say they’d have a conversation about it but bea would prolly be like “who knows whose bodily fluids that leather has soaked up”

6. genuinely have no idea 💀 i was like “oh they prolly need a car but also no one to do maintenance here so,,, maybe suzanne knows how” and just went with it 😂

7. yes!!! ava would teach her how and they have fun with it while they google recipes and the cultural background of each dish together. i’m thinking bea would make her waffles from scratch and ava cries into it because she used to have it with her mom 🥹

8. aikido is one. i remember doing research for that for sixth to the ninth hour lmao as for the others, imma say she’s prolly a jack of all trades type (though this is more because i don’t know which to pick. she seems like she could do it all)

9. actually i did think about this 😂 bea definitely didn’t mean to. it’s just the door gave up being a door and it didn’t close properly. she didn’t think to check because she didn’t expect the door to… not door 💀

10. a hell of a lot. so much so that bea put her phone on do not disturb as soon as ava got back with the groceries 😂

ok but what are your thoughts on celery 😭 jk, thank you again for this anon!!! 💙

#ask

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dulcewrites · 1 year ago

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Hope you’re having a great Sunday, I was just thinking about how cool it would be if later on in fcc or in the Aemond/Cassandra au we’d get a moment where ten year old Bealor/Alaric is hurt during training and has to be taken to the maesters to get some stitches or something and Aemond being there with his son the entire time, comforting him, telling him how brave he’s been and just being there for him in a fatherly manner because it would be such a stark parallel/ contrast to the way Viserys treated him when he had a much more serious injury.

Thank you, I hope your Sunday goes well too!

I decided to just write this bc I’m procrastinating things I need to do for work 💀. So Baelor is 10, the saera and Alyssane would be 7, and Aerion is around 4/5. Not set in stone but I could see Aemond maybe being hand of the king at this time. If not he is in Aegon’s council as master of laws.

I can do one for cass, Aemond, and alaric later as well

Apple of My Eye

The day starts in the most mundane way possible. Nothing out of the ordinary… until Aemond gets a tap on the shoulder during a council meeting.

The young squire could barely meet his gaze.

“There was an incident in the yard, my prince,” he lowers his voice almost to a mumble. “With young Baelor.”

His anxiousness only spikes walking to hall when he can hear Myrah’s voice all the way from down the walkway. Dripping with venom and worry.

“And as his teacher, are you not supposed to be watching him? Making sure nothing happens while he is training?”

“I am, but - “

“But what,” she screeches in question. “My son has been cut on your watch!”

Baelor is sitting in a chair, arm getting stitched up by one of the maesters. Face tinged pink with pain and eyes screwed shut as the maester needles through the skin on his arm.

“What in seven hells happened,” Aemond walks over to Myrah.

"I want his training stopped," Myrah chin wobbles a bit, ignoring his question. "And I want this imbecile out of the castle."

"My lady, he was not supposed - "

Turning from Myrah, Aemond's gaze zeros in on Ser Roland. "If you plan on blaming this on my son. I would choose your next words very wisely." The knight swallows hard. "We will discuss this later. Go, give us the room."

Ser Roland mumbles an apology before leaving the hall.

"I should have never allowed him to start training, not now," Myrah mutters, shaking her head. "Who in their right mind walks around with a blade attached to them?"

"I do," Aemond grabs her face.

"Exactly."

They look at each other for a moment before laughing. Myrah's chuckle coming out watery and soft. I shed tears stuck to her lashes.

"He is going to fight you on stopping the training."

"His arm was gashed open," she sighs. "It could have been worse. It may be worse in the future."

"Not if he trains properly."

Myrah face downturns in thought.

"Let's just see where his head," Aemond kisses her on the forehead. The break apart to turn to see the maester finishing up stitching Baelor.

"It should heal nicely," the maester dabs some of the blood off before getting up. "The cut was clean. He did good letting me do my work.”

"My brave, brave boy," Myrah leans down and peppers Baelor's face with kisses.

"Mother, I’m fine,” Baelor whines in embarrassment, pulling away. His eyes drift to Aemond. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better at the next session.”

Aemond brushes curls from his face. “There’s no need to apologize. I’d rather you be safe than worried above anything else.”

“We are pausing the training,” Baelor opens his mouth to protest, but Myrah stops him. “Not long, just until you heal properly.”

“But I’ll be behind,” Baelor frowns.

“And you’ll catch up in due time,” Aemond reassures. “Set backs happen to the best of swordsman.”

Baelor looks sad before his face brightens a bit. “Ser Cole said if I don’t like the blade, I could switch to the morning star like him.”

Aemond and Myrah exchange a look.

Gods help them.

#they are fortunately and unfortunately the parents that defend their child in the parent teacher conference #Aemond being the ‘babe calm down this isn’t you’ person of the relationship 😭#myrah def is the one that will fight other parents if she needs to 😭#that’s MOTHA!#fcc asks

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aasherstarr · 2 years ago

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hot date x endurian hcs !!1!1!!!!!! (will edit as time passes and i think of stuff)

-hot date confessed via letter

-endurian might have shed a tear bc bro has never felt romantic love

-been dating for a few months

-can u tell this is my fav popular x loner ship

-almost everyone knew they were gonna b together they were just waiting for them to actually do it 💀

-hot date + endurians friend groups teased them both to death ab having huge ass crushes on each other

-hot dates rich ass buys endurian stuff all the damn time (endurians not complaining tho)

-hot date LOVESSSS giving physical touch

-endurian prefers giving words of affirmation/spending quality time

-hot date is often jokingly dramatic and endurian plays along w it bc he finds it cute

-hot date find great pleasure in seeing endurian laugh especially bc its rare as balls

-endurian writes down anything he notices ab hot date/his interests to try and research them/to know what to buy him

-endurian started playing football a few months after they started dating and while hot date never really paid much mind to sports he goes to whatever games endurian takes part in and tries to learn as much as he can ab it

-endurian loves hugs but barely gets them bc hes spiky so most plants dont like hugs from him (and also he never rly had friends until recently) but hot date doesnt really care about getting hurt so he gives endurian all the hugs he wants

#plants vs zombies #pvz #hot date #endurian

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sailoryooons · 2 years ago

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Hiiiiiiiii, I stumbled upon knocked the other day and it was such a good read, which lead me to your masterlist. I had a huge feeling I would like what I find but didn’t expect for your writing to be that good! Knocked was just a taste of what was to come!!. First of all I just want to say that, you have brought me to tears reading these two fics which is something because I rarely cry reading books/fic. You just have a way of describing what your characters are going through that feels so raw. Like when yn cried and felt embarrassed because Taehyung read her diary. I don’t know if that was your intention but yeah had me shedding a few tears here and there. My two faves are Mixtape and The Iron Ring. Which is so funny to me because I usually dont like reading these tropes and I especially avoid Soulmates tropes/au like the plague 😭😭

But the way you build it up was just chef kiss. When she felt the pull for the first time, I really thought it’s because her grandma was associated with the Fae world, my mind didn’t even go there. Tbh I went in reading TIR not thinking too much and was sucked into this world you created just like yn a bit. I was just blown away how you built this world and normally I have difficulty imagining fantasy beings, like its hard for me to visualize a mental image but Jimin was so clear in my mind. I could see/imagine the hair, the outfits and even his eyes and teeth. There’s so much I wanted to say, like how I think Dreadwolf/jungkook is actually really cool and bit scary at first tho. Also Khioneeeeeee omg I want to know more about her plssssss. When she was talking to yn before the battle you could tell she lived and witness so many things and wow your mind is incredible for writing all of this actually! I also thought yn wouldnt make it by the end of the fic with the amount of time she kept blacking out 💀💀

I just want to say that TIR!yn was so unserious at times, the way she started giggling because seokjin asked her to bow that was sooo 😭😭😭😭 and the amount of references to GOT and ATLA . No i like her so much. Also the “checkmate” “that’s what she said” were just soooo 😭😭😭 I’m sorry but I laughed so much at these parts! Honestly would not mind a drabble of yn making jokes from her world while jimin is just ???? Okay I’m sorry this ask is all over the place but just wanted to let you know you’re an AMAZING WRITER and IM REALLY HAPPY I FOUND YOUR BLOG!!!!!!!! 💜💜💜💜

Ahhhhhhhh okay well HIIIII welcome to the chaos. I am so glad you found me! Knocked is definitely not what I would consider my usual writing, I'm definitely more fantasy/supernatural leaning but I am so glad that you liked it and that it brought you to me!

Mixtape is probably my favorite, just because it was the first series that I did on here and I absolutely fell in love with the friendships that I wrote for it. Reader's friend group holds a very special place in my heart and I really enjoyed writing gentle and patient Yoongi.

The Iron Ring is another fun one! That took AGES to write and there is a ton wrong with it/it's far from perfect but it's the first big fantasy piece that I put together so I am suuuper fond of it. I'm so glad that you felt sucked into the world because honestly, that is the number one thing I want to happen when I write fantasy. I want people to feel immersed and like reading the details is easy yet wonderful? I might revisit that world one day but there are sooooo many things I want to write.

Please never apologize for saying so many nice things I am kicking and screaminggggg you are so kind. I'm happy you found me!!!

#replies

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thevillainswhore · 1 month ago

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Mel, oh my goodness, I’m lost for words right now. But damn girl do you deserve your flowers for your intricate and gorgeous writing holy fuck I’m in love 😭😭

What a wonder you are. I can’t begin to explain how down bad I was for Bucky here I’ve been giggling and screaming and kicking my feet like I’m a teenager with a crush again this was just perfection 🤭😮‍💨

To pick out only a few of my favourite parts out of this whole damn masterpiece, which already pains me to do, let me begin with what caused my downfall 🫠✌️

The whole exert of Bucky seeing his girl walk into the part had me on my knees (like Bucky at the end hehe 🤭👀) the whole he’s not sure if he can be on his best behaviour had me weak I tell you 💀 but this…

“Can you blame me, baby? You walk in and suddenly it’s like no one else exists.”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME 😭😭 who allowed him to be that smooth because my walls would have come tumbling down then and there 🤣

Bucky was undoubtedly your favourite muse.

The pure poetry is just so beautiful I almost wept here 🥹 such a gorgeous way of describing how much Bucky means to her my heart was stolen 😭

“Having fun without me, sweetheart?”

This whole scene had me growling and rattling the bars of my enclosure because who doesn’t love jealous possessive Bucky?! Oh my lord you had me act up like a wild animal here it’s not even funny 🤣🤣🫦

“Oh? And how was he looking at me?”

“Like in the way only I should be.”

GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW 🙃 I wasn’t okay I’m still not okay and I don’t think I’ll ever be okay after that line holy fuck what an experience 😅

The whole dancing scene too, the way they have this inexplainable connection through their eye contact had me a goner because the way you wrote that so perfectly, I felt like I shouldn’t have even been reading, like I was interrupting a private moment 👀🤣 your writing style is just angelic ✨

“Those little moves you were doing for me earlier, do them again.”

Um sorry? SORRY?! Shut that foul mouth and kiss me right now before I explode sir hot damn I had to take a minute after that one Mel

And then the smut?! The lifting her thigh to take her heel off while keeping eye contact with her? The sexiest thing I’ve ever read hands down. Catch me peeking in that closet just to watch them fuck 🤷🏻‍♀️

AND THEN YOU HIT ME WITH THE PICTURE SCENE 😭😭 oh my goodness as if I wasn’t going through the whole encyclopaedia of emotions already 😭 what a brilliant way of capturing some of their love in a heated moment I take my hat off to you Mel because reading that was so beautiful 😭

When Bucky’s emotions came out at the end, how genuinely scared he was of being rejected by his girl I wanted to shed a tear. And then the way she reassures him and he instantly lights up 😭 I’m dead, gone, buried. Bury me with this fic please

And as if you couldn’t already top yourself, the ending scene with him knelt between her knees and kissing up her thighs 💀🫠 just sedate me already I’m not doing well

Mel I wish I could go on forever, complimenting you on this wonderful piece of art. What a fantastic fic, I enjoyed reading this so much, it’s up there for me as one of my favourites no doubt. Thank you for treating us all to your talent my love 🩷✨

Lines Crossed

Pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader (College AU)

Summary: You and Bucky have danced around the lines you've placed ever since that weekend camping trip. Months later, when Tony Stark hosts an extravagant party, he finally makes a move to cross them.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning(s): 18+ mdni / drinking / jealousy / forced proximity / smut / female reader / drunk jerk (stranger) / tension / will they won't they oh they will 🫣❤️‍🔥 / sex w/protection / pet names / sprinkles of possessive + protective Bucky so be prepared / there's a build-up so enjoy ❣️

Prompt: oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

a/n: Please be kind this is my first time writing something like this. 🥺🩶 I decided to challenge myself and join @mercurial-chuckles‘ smutty September fest. A tad late on the deadline because Hurricane Helene decided to take the power out. 😭 This is a standalone fic, but you can most definitely read it (and is intended to be) as a continuation of the events of A Night of Frights & Delights. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! ❤️❤️

part one backstory // divider // ambiance 🤍

You step into the foyer of the Stark Manor, a grand staircase greets you, its golden railing glowing underneath an ornate chandelier. Various guests mingle around the manor, the buzz of conversation accompanying the music that pulses throughout. Everything about the sight in front of you screams old wealth and elegance.

Your eyes scan the luxurious home with an expression of awe. Despite being invited before, you had never come to one of Tony’s parties. Choosing the comfort of your bed and your favorite show instead. However, this time knowing a certain captain of the baseball team would be here—and your history with him—well you just had to come.

As you take it all in, your gaze locks on a pair of beautiful blues. The very same ones you were thinking of all day. And by the way he was looking at you, you knew he was awaiting your arrival just as much as you had been waiting to see him.

There was no denying he most certainly had been.

Bucky had arrived about half an hour earlier with some of his teammates. His impatience grew by the second at your absence. He was dying to see what you wore for the party. You denied him any sneak peeks, which only fueled his excitement. He tried distracting himself by greeting anyone he could and making conversation, but he continuously gravitated to the foyer, waiting for the moment you stepped in through those doors.

When you finally did, Bucky knew with the utmost certainty that the wait was worth it. When his eyes met yours you knocked the air straight out of his lungs with the black dress you were wearing. The satin dawning your body accentuated your silhouette perfectly—and the high slit at your right leg showed off the right amount of skin. The way you did your hair and your makeup complimented you perfectly, and Bucky was losing his goddamn mind because of it.

Sincerely, he was close to whisking you away and keeping you all to himself.

You looked nothing short of beyond stunning. Bucky had been holding back for months, staying within the lines you drew that night in the tent, and honestly, he deserved a medal for that. It’s the hardest thing he's ever done. What he felt for you couldn’t measure up to anything else in his life. Never had he felt so over the moon in his feelings for anyone. Yet, you brought on those sentiments by just being you. He was sure if he wasn’t in love with you yet, he was damn near close to it.

And right now, seeing you in that dress, his mind is going to places it shouldn’t. Places that only belonged to him and his bed on those nights you left him wanting more. Thoughts and scenarios where the night ends with him tearing that dress right off you and showing you just how serious he is about wanting you.

He’s not so sure he can be on his best behavior tonight.

Bucky discards the drink he had been holding and saunters over to you. Your heart races in your chest when you see the way his blues darken when he rakes his eyes over your form—shamelessly drinking you up. You take in his figure as well, the all-black suit giving him an aura of class and sophistication that was stirring something dangerous within you.

Bucky cleaned up good, real good.

He stops a mere foot away from you, his eyes twinkling with intentions both of you long for. You didn’t realize you had been holding your breath until his voice broke you out of your trance.

“There’s no way I’m letting you leave my side tonight, not in that dress,” Bucky’s voice is deeper than usual, contrasting the charming grin on his face. You roll your eyes playfully, “I don’t need a babysitter, Bucky,” you reply amused at the thought. Having Bucky by your side all night would definitely lead to you two enjoying each other’s company in other ways.

Not that you would object if it did.

Bucky’s hand reaches out to touch you, your heart skipping a beat as he adjusts the strap of your dress on your shoulder. His touch lingers for a second more as a light chuckle escapes him. “Maybe not you sweetheart, but I might. Someone’s going to have to keep me in check tonight. I already have a hard enough time keeping my hands off of you and now you walk in looking like a masterpiece and I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself?” He bites his bottom lip for a moment, almost as if to stop himself from saying too much.

“Something tells me you’re going to lay it on thick tonight, aren't you?” You tease him, all the while your body thrums with the way he compliments you. Bucky always knows exactly what to say to make you feel like the only girl in the room. An effortless gift he had only when it came to you.

“Can you blame me, baby? You walk in and suddenly it's like no one else exists,” his tone is softer, yet serious when he says this. Your heart skipped a beat when he called you baby. The weight of his attention felt in every fiber of your being. Bucky only ever called you baby when he wanted to really affect you. Reminding you of the pull he had over you.

The spell you two were under was suddenly broken by Darcy, who rushed over to where you were standing and linked your arm with hers. “Sorry! I’m going to steal her away for a bit there Bucky!” She says unapologetically as she tears you away from the man who looks like he could have devoured you if your friend hadn't interrupted. Your protests fall on deaf ears so you're left waving a small—but not definite—farewell to Bucky.

It seemed Bucky’s friends had been waiting for the right moment to steal him away too. As soon as you were in another room Sam and Steve went up to Bucky and dragged him to whatever antics the baseball team was up to. His disappointment matches yours, but if there was one thing he had proven all these months was that he had a lot of patience. He knew you two would end up crossing each other’s paths more than once tonight. It was only a matter of time.

“You forgot you promised to stick by my side tonight. My ex is here, I need the support,” Darcy reminds you with a slight pout. She looks like a ball of fire with the way she pulls you through the crowd in her crimson dress. Her eyes dart to every guest looking to avoid her ex at all costs.

“I didn’t forget. I was just saying hi to a friend,” you explain emitting a snort from Darcy, “A friend? If he’s just a friend than I’m the Queen of England.” You roll your eyes, a small huff of a laugh leaving your lips. Darcy wasn’t wrong. You and Bucky weren’t just friends, but you also weren’t anything more—and that was by your account.

You and Bucky have fallen into a grey area of what you are to each other. At first, after the camping trip, you tried avoiding him. Not because what happened upset you—but because you couldn’t trust yourself around him after that. Making out with him in that tent made you realize that what you thought had been an annoyance towards Bucky was actually the beginning of a deep-rooted crush. One that bubbled to the surface after that night.

Avoiding him altogether was an impossible task when he lived in the other apartment in the duplex you rented. Especially after he insisted on giving you rides back and forth from campus with the excuse that now that you two were friends it's only natural for him to be more friendly. By his definition, it also included things like buying you food on days he knows you’ve been too busy to get something for yourself, walking you to your classes whenever he has the chance, and going with you to art exhibitions to dabble in your passion with you.

Oh, and it also included kissing you mercilessly during tutoring sessions.

Around the time that fall semester began, Bucky asked you if you could tutor him on a few subjects. He hadn’t done the greatest academically last semester and he wanted to keep his grades up before baseball season started. You were hesitant at first, but ultimately gave in when you realized how sincere he was about needing the help.

Tutoring Bucky meant spending lots of time with him after classes. The sessions were innocent at first, but after the first time kissing on your bed, Bucky made it a tradition to have his lips on yours, and his hands wandering your body at every session. He even stopped hosting parties at his place, preferring being in your room and getting drunk on the taste of you.

Bucky was too infatuated by you to ever want to do anything else. Studying was an afterthought whenever you were around, and yet he was doing better than he ever had before in all his classes. Being someone you could be proud of was honestly the best motivation he could ask for.

Deep down you knew you were falling for him. There was a bit of apprehension on your part as you hadn’t known Bucky to ever have a girlfriend. From what you can remember, ever since you’ve known him, he was the kind of guy who preferred flirting and casual encounters. And there was no guarantee you would be the one to break that. So to keep yourself safe you drew those lines—built those walls up high to guard your heart. Bucky respected those lines and never crossed them. No matter how badly he wanted to.

Some days, like today, made you want to say screw the lines and just give in to what you desired most. However, when that desire included lowering those walls you put in place, you weren’t brave enough to risk it—so you didn’t. Instead, you and Bucky danced around those lines until it drove you both mad.

Your thoughts follow you for the next hour as you stay by Darcy’s side. Bucky has this natural way of consuming your mind lately—and your sketchbook. You wish you had it with you right now because when your feelings decide to overflow you channel that intensity onto the paper. For months, every page had been filled with graphite drawings of Bucky. His smile, his eyes, his determined expression when studying, his confident stance during baseball games, and everything else that sparked the creative fire in you. You found a lot of solace in drawing him.

Bucky was undoubtedly your favorite muse.

You're so lost in your thoughts you don’t register you’re in the kitchen of the manor until the guests around you cheer. It seems Darcy and Thor have fallen into a friendly competition of sorts to see who could down more shots than the other in one minute. A group of spectators and friends have gathered in the kitchen to watch the showdown go down. Your eyes dart to Jane who only gives you a half-amused, half-exasperated look. She is not looking forward to having to drive those two home later.

Contrary to your friends, you weren’t drinking much tonight. Bucky’s lingering presence at the party was all your senses needed to feel like you were in a daze. For appearances, however, you decide to grab one of the red solo cups to blend in with the rest of those around you.

“Hey, Y/n! Enjoying the party?” A male’s voice comes from your right and when you turn to see who it is a friendly smile appears on your face. It was Ian Boothby, a fellow art major at your university. You’ve had him in enough of your classes to consider him a friend.

“Hey, Ian. Yeah, I’m having a good time. Are you?” Your question is a catalyst for a much longer chat with Ian. The two of you fall into light conversation about the semester, art, and other relevant topics. It's a nice breath of fresh air compared to the thoughts that had been consuming you tonight. Especially when he tells you the story of one of his painting mishaps causing you to laugh along with him.

Soon after, a hand snakes its way around your waist, and when you smell that familiar woody muskiness you know exactly who it is.

“Having fun without me, sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice has a slight edge to it as he speaks, his lips forming a smirk. You face him and the look in his eyes stills you.

Bucky does not look pleased.

“Bucky, hey man. How’s baseball prep?” Ian beats you to it by addressing Bucky first. Bucky's eyes flick between you and Ian before he presses you into his side by the hold on your waist. This does not go unnoticed by Ian.

“Boothby, it's going good. How’s the cross-country season treating you?” Bucky asks, his tone giving away how uninterested he is in continuing this conversation. If Ian picks up on the animosity he doesn’t show it as he goes on and on about the sport. Bucky’s impatience grows the more he speaks and his hold on you gets a little more firm. When Bucky’s expression finally gives way to how he genuinely feels Ian finds a way to excuse himself and exit the conversation.

A beat passes before you finally speak, “Ian’s my friend. You didn’t have to scare him off like that,” you say with slight annoyance. Bucky clicks his tongue as he eyes you closely, “I didn’t, but I felt like it,” he shrugs cooly. “Didn't like the way he was looking at you.” He adds, his thumb rubbing small circles on your waist.

“Oh? And how was he looking at me?”

“Like in the way only I should be.”

The possessiveness in his voice catches you off guard. The air electrifying around you both at his words. You weren’t going to drink, but you suddenly felt the need to. You take a sip of the substance in your cup, the bitter liquid doing little to ground you. Bucky can tell how he’s affecting you and joins you with his drink. His eyes never leave yours as he gulps some of it down.

You have to stop yourself from inhaling the entire thing in one go.

“Ian’s harmless. He’s just comfortable with me because he’s an art major too. I’ve had a lot of classes with him,” you do your best to continue the conversation and ignore the way your body heats up when Bucky gives your hip a possessive squeeze. Massaging the area afterward in gentle strokes.

“You do a lot of bonding over paint?” Bucky’s response is slightly mocking, licking his lips to catch a drop of alcohol that wanted to escape. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he relishes the way you're looking at him now. Your gaze trained on his lips. When you realize he’s noticed, the heat from your body goes straight to your face.

You wouldn’t let him have the upper hand though. Never.

“Well, when you have to sketch someone’s naked body you obviously become friendly,” your reply causes Bucky to choke on his drink, the hand at your hip falling as he uses it to grab a few napkins from the granite counter behind him to wipe at the mess he made. You hide a wicked grin behind the rim of your cup.

He narrows his eyes at you, “Excuse me? What does that mean?” He knows what you mean, but he’s giving you a chance to tell him you're joking. He’s not hiding the jealousy that crawls up his spine at your revelation.

“It means Ian’s a nude model for some of my classes. He may not look like it but underneath those layers, he’s got the most gorgeous—” Bucky cuts you off with a fierce kiss, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him. There’s been plenty of times you’ve shut him up with your mouth and it was his turn to return the favor. Because hearing you talk about the naked body of another man gets under his skin in ways he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t going to just stand there and hear another word of it.

The kiss catches you by surprise, but soon your drink is discarded in favor of pulling him closer by his blazer. Not caring who sees or what anyone thinks, since it’s the first time you’ve ever kissed in front of others. Your craving for him was far too loud to ignore anymore. Your lips stay locked until your lungs burn begging for air.

Bucky pulls away with a smug smile, his voice an octave lower as he moves to whisper in your ear, “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. I know you love getting a rise out of me, but just so we’re clear—next time you want to mess with me like that—I’ll make sure you can’t even stand after I’m through with you,” his declaration causes a shiver to make its way up your spine.

You swallow hard, your mouth opening to say something, but no sound comes out. Bucky lets out a rough chuckle, ghosting his lips against your cheek before pulling away to stare at how speechless he’s left you. He’s blatantly savoring every second of it.

You want to say something—anything. Something witty or playful, but the thought of him making good on his promise—the image it conjures in your mind—keeps you silent.

“Buck! You’re needed at beer pong! Tony’s team is winning and the bet is up to five hundred,” Steve rushes into the kitchen, breaking through the bubble you two were in. His eyes dart between you and Bucky with a knowing look. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at the sight of you two.

You start to register there’s still an extravagant party happening around you.

Bucky sighs with slight irritation as he once again gets his moment with you interrupted. He reluctantly tears his attention away from you to call back to Steve, “I’ll be right there!” Steve nods in approval before going back the way he came.

Now’s your chance to say something, but Bucky pulls away from your body before you can. A coldness replacing where his touch used to be. “Hold that thought, baby. Looks like my team needs their star player,” he winks at you before placing a tender kiss on your forehead, “you keep thinking about what I said while I’m gone,” he says in a gruff whisper, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip in a barely there touch.

He knows he needs to leave before he takes this somewhere you can’t go back from.

Bucky doesn’t give you a chance to say anything as he makes a smooth exit. Heading out of the kitchen in the direction of the beer pong game. Your body prickling with an ever growing sexual frustration. You were embarrassingly close to snatching Bucky away and giving in to all your desires in one of the many rooms of the manor.

“You two need to get a room,” Jane seems to read your mind as she teases you. Appearing from behind you once Bucky was no longer in sight. You can’t deny her words, letting out a small huff, “I don’t know what good that would do. I’ve been clear about not wanting to take things further.” You explain to her, not sure if you could go back on your words for the sake of giving in to what you want now. Jane has had this conversation with you a few times before, and it appears she's hit her limit today.

“That man is absolutely head over heels for you. How can you not see that?” Jane shakes her head at you, wondering how she can make you realize what you already know yet deny. There's a vulnerability that overcomes you when you reply, “It’s not that I don’t see it. I just—I’ve never seen him be serious about anyone. The only thing he’s ever serious about is baseball.” Jane looks like she’s about to do something drastic at your denial.

“Y/n, Bucky is serious about you. He’s literally all about you—he’s chosen you over baseball many times. I’m not around him like you are and even I can see it clear as day. Do you know Thor and like half of the baseball team thinks you two are secretly dating? Stop denying what you know deep down is true and just give in—be happy,” Jane tells it like it is, her tone leaving no room for argument or denial.

For so long Bucky has shown you another side of him—one not many get to see. He’s given you priority and importance when he didn’t have to. Care and consideration when you needed it most. A shoulder to lean on and a steady support to rely on. Time and time again Bucky has demonstrated how much you mean to him.

Perhaps, you both have been something more to each other for a long time and Bucky’s kept his wishes at bay to make sure things developed at your pace.

When it finally hits you, you almost feel exposed by how skillfully Jane can read you. At how easily she can see the situation for what it is and not for what your worries twisted it to be. If Bucky had made it clear to you how he felt, what was stopping you from taking things further than they had been before?

At this point, nothing, nothing was stopping you but yourself.

This realization follows you to the dance floor. A very drunk Darcy had pulled you to it along with Jane, babbling tipsily after losing the drinking competition to Thor. You had never seen a living room with such high ceilings before or enough room to host a makeshift dance floor and a DJ booth. The living space had been stripped of its furniture and supplied with top-notch equipment to make it resemble the inside of a club.

At least in the near darkness, it resembled one.

You’re in a huddle of your closest friends, all of them letting the music guide their movements to their heart’s content. You sway absentmindedly, so you're not merely standing there awkwardly. The kaleidoscope of party lights strobe and kiss your skin with an array of colors as the music thumps around your body.

A loud cheer catches your attention, the source of the sound coming from a table on the far left end of the room. Tony and his friends were boisterous as they made a shot against their opponent's team in beer pong—Bucky’s team. You had a clear view of it all from where you stood.

Bucky’s team seems to be taking turns on who drinks every time Tony’s team makes a shot. They look amongst themselves until Bucky steps up and chugs the liquid in the red solo cup. It's like he can feel the shift in the air because as soon as the cup is away from his lips his eyes scan the space and find you, and suddenly it's like you two are the only two people in the room.

You want him—all of him. You enjoy the teases, the banter, the back and forth, but you know you’d enjoy calling him yours more.

The music picks up in tempo as your boldness grows. Keeping your eyes trained on him, your hips begin to sway provocatively, tempting him to say screw the game and make his way towards you instead. Bucky’s not even paying attention to the game anymore his eyes soaking up your every move as it fans the flames of desire between you. The atmosphere around you buzzes as the ground shakes due to the sea of dancing bodies, and yet nothing thrums within you more than your need for Bucky.

The little show you’re putting on for him continues as you roll and wave your body in ways that seduce him. Ghosting your hand along the curves and dips of your figure showing him exactly where you’d like his hands to be. Bucky’s mind is reeling with everything he wants to do to you and none of it involves the dance floor and all of it involves you and him in some private corner of the manor where he can show you exactly what his hands are capable of.

You are making it impossibly hard for him to concentrate on anything else.

Slowly and with shady intentions a group of drunk guys circle the huddle of you and your friends like vultures. Finding their way to snake themselves into any corner or crevice they can fit into. Their bodies bumping and grazing against yours. There’s one guy in particular that has his sights set on you. Getting closer to you on the dancefloor and creeping his hands along your waist. You swat his hands away, but he doesn’t disperse immediately. The alcohol on his breath fanning your face causing you to gag. The more you dismiss him the more adamant he was about keeping you close to him.

Almost instantly, a protective grip pulls you away from the drunk guy. A familiar warmth encases you as Bucky pulls you into his chest, your back to him. Your hands find their way to hold his arms to ease the displeasure the drunk had caused.

Bucky glares at the drunk guy, his gaze cold and unapologetic, “Alright, that's enough.” The drunk guy sneers, his words slurred, “What the—what’s your problem bro? We’re just—” Bucky doesn’t let him finish, “Shut up. You’re not doing anything. You’ve got two seconds to back off or we’re going to have a problem,” Bucky’s reply is sharp and menacing. He directs it to all the men that had swarmed you and your friends.

Shifting you so you stand at his side, Bucky steps forward to let the guys know he’s not messing around. Your hold goes to his right arm where you’re watching the exchange unfold anxiously. You hope things don’t escalate, not wanting Bucky to get into a scuffle. You know he can handle himself, but the idea of him getting hurt in any way caused your heart to ache.

The guys size Bucky up and it seems some of them think they can take him on. Until the strobing lights illuminate Bucky’s darkened gaze enough that in their drunk haze, they finally recognize him as captain of the baseball team. That means that fighting Bucky meant taking on the entirety of the team. And with the way Sam and Steve were looking over to see if they needed to step in, and Thor was already storming over—they knew they didn’t stand a chance.

It was comical the way the drunk men scramble to get away as fast as they could. Muttering incoherences and apologies under their breath. They don’t get far as Tony’s hired security for the night promptly kicks them out.

Thor comes up to check on everyone, giving special attention to Jane who keeps assuring him she’s fine. You turn to Bucky, who’s already inspecting you to make sure you are alright, “Bucky I—” You almost tell him not to worry, that you had things under control, but in reality, you’re glad Bucky stepped in.

“Thank you,” you say sincerely, Bucky’s tense demeanor softens at your words. He moves to get a better hold on you, his grip at your waist protective teetering on possessive.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, sweetheart. I got you—always,” Bucky’s genuine response makes your heart flutter and your pulse quicken. Your senses are awakened by his proximity, completely enamored with the way he looks at you.

“Plus, if I’m going to fall for the most beautiful girl in the world, I have to know how to fight right?” Bucky says this like it's the most obvious thing, smirking at the way you don’t hide the smitten grin he elicits from you. There’s a sparkle in your eyes as you stare at him, Bucky’s heart racing at the sight of it.

“You and your compliments,” you give a breathless laugh, letting your guard down for once and going with the flow. Bucky can sense it. Sense the way there’s a shift between you, the blossoming of something bigger being accepted and not pushed away by you anymore.

“Only for my girl,” he says this like a promise. His right-hand goes up to gently brush against your cheek. You lean into the touch, that same hand cupping your cheek in response. Bucky has never felt more elated knowing that maybe finally you two can go to places he’s only dreamed of.

“Yours?” You question him playfully, which causes him to chuckle, the sound a low rumble, “You and I both know you are, sweetheart. I told you I had all the time in the world to make you fall for me—and I meant it,” he smiles, an intense fire in his eyes that only accumulates when you respond, “You don’t have to wait any longer, Bucky.”

He wastes no second to connect your lips, kissing you with a loving purpose. His lips have a slightly bitter taste to them from the beer that still lingered there. And yet, the bitterness disappears when one kiss turns into two and then three. His arms encircling you to pull you into his chest, your hands finding their way to the nape of his neck.

Bucky pulls away to ghost his lips against your jaw until his lips brush against your ear, “Those little moves you were doing for me earlier, do them again,” his husky tone sends a shiver down your spine as he tugs you in to dance with him. Your bodies mold to one another, hips swaying in rhythm with the vigorous music. The beat allows you to gyrate and grind in ways that drive him to the edge of his control.

His hand rests on the small of your back, holding you close, fingers splayed out as if making a silent claim. You can feel the way his gaze burns into you, the air getting hotter making it harder to breathe. Your hands trail up and down his arms as need be. The rest of the party fades away leaving you two alone in this space of this charged energy. Every lingering touch and longing glance is layered with unspoken urges that would soon intensify to the brink of madness.

“You have no idea what you do to me do you?”

“I do. I’m not immune to what’s going on between us, Bucky.”

Your body, your voice, the way you plead with your eyes for him to take this further—it causes a stirring within his pants—the fabric getting tighter the longer the dance goes on. He needs to get you away, to get you alone. Bucky needs to satiate this hunger for you that threatens to consume him or he is going to end up doing something Rated R on this dance floor.

The throbbing between your legs agrees.

An idea pops into Bucky’s mind when he glances at his group of friends. He increases the volume of his voice so you can hear him over the music, “The baseball team was going to host a game of hide and seek. Should we play?” Playful mischief glimmers in his eyes as he asks you.

“Hide and seek? Seriously?” You raise a brow, wondering how that was going to work in a mansion full of a million rooms.

“Yeah, come on. It'll be fun,” Bucky draws you away from the dance floor and over to where his friends are mingling and taking a few shots. Steve sees Bucky approach and they have a quick whispered exchange. Your eyes dart between them, curious as to what they're discussing.

“Seems like we’re getting a head start,” he comments to you as he leads you away from the main party and down a few intricate hallways. His hold on your hand is firm, yet careful—almost as if he’s afraid you’ll get lost in one of the many corners of the manor. The thrum of the music fades the further you slip away from the party. Your pulse spikes, both from the adrenaline of the game and the heat that still simmers between you.

Bucky has been to Tony’s parties plenty of times before, so he knows the layout of the manor pretty well. The clicking of your heels along the marble floors echoes at the pace of the beating of his heart. He tries to focus on the expensive artwork that lines the halls instead of the way your hand perfectly fits in his. The artwork is what’s guiding his path through the manor and you are the best distraction he could ask for.

“Where are we going?” Your voice echoes down the endless hallway.

“Somewhere no one will find us,” he winks at you, your heart skipping a beat at his words, his pace steady and purposeful as he turns one more corner and slips you two inside a room. You're encased in darkness, blindly feeling for a light switch until Bucky uses the flashlight on his phone to illuminate the space. You faintly make out your surroundings. You seem to be in one of the many guest rooms of the manor. The attention to detail in the room was no short of the attention paid to the rest of the place.

You knew Tony’s family had money, but seeing how they splurged for a mere guest room, meant his family was beyond loaded.

Bucky whispered something to you, but you didn’t catch it as he took you by the hand and ushered you into the room’s closet, clicking it shut behind him. He reaches up to turn on the small lightbulb to cascade the enclosed space in a soft glow, turning off the flashlight on his phone and putting it in his pants pocket. The tension is now thicker and more palpable in the small space, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin.

If you had a dollar for every time you and Bucky ended up in a tight space together, you would have exactly two dollars. While maybe strange, it somehow seemed fitting for you two.

Bucky steps closer to you, your bodies inches apart, the dim light doing nothing to dull the intensity in his eyes, “Now that I’ve got you here—I think I did a good job with the hiding spot, don't you?” His heated whisper brings your breath to a hitch.

You have to clear your throat to compose yourself, “I don’t know…We had a whole mansion to hide in, and you chose a closet?” You can’t help but tease him, trying to lighten the unbearable tension.

“Would you rather go hide in the library? The wine cellar? The arcade?” His voice is dripping with mirth taking another step closer to you. He knows what you're doing, but he’s not going to let the tension die down—not this time.

“The arcade sounds fun,” you quip, leaning back against the wall.

“Hm, maybe, but I prefer the closet. It’s a lot more private and it has its…advantages,” he reaches out to pull your hand up to his lips, planting a soft kiss across your knuckles. You go to use that hand to lightly push at his chest, but he catches it in time and intertwines your fingers instead. Your heart is racing a mile a minute.

“Maybe the closet isn’t so bad, but these heels…Worst decision I made tonight,” you shift slightly, not meaning to change the subject, but your heels are torturing you. In the quiet of the closet the pain begins to creep up on you, begging to be acknowledged. After hours of walking on them, dancing, and standing overall—your feet were killing you. You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to stand upright while hiding.

“Are they hurting you?”

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Lets get them off then,” Bucky slides his hand underneath your right thigh, eyes locked on yours, as he hikes it up against the outside of his leg. Your hips brush up against his front, your breath catching at the intimacy of the moment. He watches your every reaction as he slides his hand down the underside of your leg until he reaches the strap of your heel. He’s able to undo it effortlessly, relieving you of the discomfort, his fingers grazing your ankle as he slides your right heel off. His every touch leaves heat in its wake.

“Bucky you really don't have to—” he cuts you off with a soft smile and half-lidded eyes, switching his hold from your right leg to your left one, “I want to, sweetheart. Just let me help, ” he removes the other heel with the same tantalizing tenderness he used for the first one. Putting them to the side where they won’t get in the way.

The relief you feel is immediate.

“Better?”

“Much.”

“Good.”

A moment passes before he speaks, his voice quiet with an underlying devotion, “You don’t get the hold you have on me, do you?’’ His right hand dances along the outside of your thigh while his left plays with the strap of your dress, twirling it between his fingers. The hand at your thigh traces patterns onto it. Trailing intricate swirls across the flesh, along your hips, ascending to your waist, and all the way up to the space between your breasts. The touch lingers there when you let out a soft sigh.

You honestly forget how to breathe.

“Say the word and I’m all yours, Y/n,” his voice is rough as his lips ghost against yours—seductively grazing against them. Going so far as licking his lips with an invigorating grin to really drive you crazy.

Bucky is waiting for you to make the deciding move. When you realize this, you throw all caution to the wind, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. You waste no time in granting him access to deepen it. Bucky follows your lead ardently. His hands snake down your body to cup your ass and pull you impossibly close to him.

Your hands get lost in his hair, a groan rumbling through him at the way you tug at it. You two aren’t sweetly kissing, you're devouring each other. Yearning for the other all night leaves no more room for taking things slow or holding back. You’re both now giving in to what you want most—each other.

The heat between you intensifies until it crescendos to a boiling point. The aching between your legs imploring you to do something about it. You reach down to tug at the waistband of his pants, causing Bucky to let out a husky laugh.

“If you want something use your words, sweetheart,” he mutters against your lips, you suppress a groan, “You know what I want. I don't have to say it,” you retort impatiently. Bucky shakes his head, smiling despite himself, “I want to hear you say it,” he dips his head to the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. The hands on your ass give it a light squeeze emitting a small gasp from you. You can feel the shit-eating grin on your neck.

“Bucky….I…” your words are cut off by a soft moan when Bucky’s left hand sneaks its way through the slit of your dress until he reaches the inside of your thighs. He massages the flesh there, his thumb brushing against the hem of your panties.

Your arousal pools impossibly more, and the lustful haze only increases at the way you feel his hardened cock straining against his pants—right against your hip.

“Mm? What was that, baby? Couldn’t hear you over those pretty noises you're making,” his every word drips with cockiness.

“You're insufferable.”

“That’s my girl.”

Bucky kisses your neck with more fervor. Sucking and nipping at the skin hard enough to leave marks. Your thighs involuntarily close together at the way he calls you his girl. He eases them back apart with his deliberate touches. Kneading the soft flesh in his hands as his breathing goes ragged along your neck, tickling your skin. He was on the brink of losing what little control he had left.

You suck in a sharp breath, losing what little semblance of control you had left the higher his touch gets. He only goes so far, barely brushing across your clothed cunt to give you a taste of what he can do if you just let him hear it. You were desperate for more and he knew it.

“Fuck me, Bucky,” you manage to whimper out, hooking your fingers into his empty belt loops and yanking him towards you. Bucky lets out a low growl at the brief friction, his eyes darkening to an almost unrecognizable color. For a moment, his brain short circuits at your words, processing that you really said that to him accompanied by that alluring sound. He’s heard those sinful noises from you before, but never like this. Never with the assurance of more.

“Say it again.”

“Bucky, please just fuck me already.”

You don’t have to tell him another time. Bucky crashes his mouth onto yours with a new intensity, mumbling lustful promises into your mouth. How he wants you, how badly he aches to make you feel good, how he yearns for his pretty girl to lose herself with him, and so many more things that make you dizzy.

He moves to bunch up your dress, hiking it up your legs until it's bundled at your waist. His breathing strains at the sight—your black lacy panties luring him in—his muscles tensing at the growing need to be inside you. His left arm reaches down to hook his forearm under your knee and bring it up to his hip. You wrap that leg around him, steadying yourself on your other foot as you grind against each other. You can feel the way his cock aches to be freed and it causes you to arch deeper into him. Your moans mingle into one, the slight relief overwhelming you.

Bucky takes his free hand and splays it at the small of your back, offering strong support as your bodies continue to grind against one another. A chorus of moans and yearnful whines erupt from you both. All of the pining and hunger for one another amalgamates into one as you continue to rub against each other. You swallow each other’s sounds, tongues tangling carnally as neither of you leaves any room for air.

“Do you have—?”

“Back pocket. Wallet.”

Your lips barely disconnect at the brief exchange. You reach behind him, patting down his backside until you feel the outline of his wallet in his pocket. You take hold of it and bring it forward. Meanwhile, Bucky decides to leave wet kisses along the valley of your breasts. You can barely contain yourself and your soft moans as you pull out the condom. The wallet almost slips from your grasp as the attention to your breasts causes you to tremble.

You hold it tighter intending to put it back in his pocket when something catches your eye. In the clear slot where his identification should be is a polaroid picture from the weekend camping trip. You’re in that picture sitting next to Bucky on a couple of logs surrounded by your friends and peers. There’s a bright smile on Bucky’s face, his arm around your shoulder as you make bunny ears behind his head.

You love this picture. You have a copy of it taped to your bedroom mirror back home.

At your stillness, Bucky looks up to see what’s going on. When he notices you staring at the picture, he smiles fondly. " It's the only picture I had of us,” he utters softly, causing a warmth to spread throughout you. You gaze at him in tender awe, marveling at the fact that Bucky is real.

Why had you ever doubted he was anything but yours?

You kiss him this time with all the unspoken feelings you’ve bubbled up and kept inside. The wallet falls from your hands, but it's no matter as Bucky kicks it to the side with his foot, and shudders at the way your lips claim his. This goes beyond lust. Your heart beats with reason, and that reason is the man in front of you.

“Bucky, I want this. I want you. All of you,” you whisper passionately, your hands lowering to help him unbutton and unzip his pants, the foil neatly tucked between your fingers. A guttural moan leaves him when you push the layers of fabric down and free his cock, pumping it a few times to get a feel of it. His head falls to your shoulder, sighing softly in a near whine as you tear the foil open and roll the protection down his length. It twitches in your hands, his hips bucking at the contact.

His arms are preoccupied with keeping you close and steady, so you gently guide him to your center. Moving your panties to the side as he tantalizingly slides along your folds before he slowly enters you. Your mouth goes agape at the sensation while Bucky has to do everything to make sure he doesn’t cum right then and there.

This was so much better than what he had imagined in his dreams.

It's been too long since you’ve done this and the burn at the stretch causes you to cry out quietly. Bucky peppers your face with sweet kisses and whispers of devotion. Trying to do his best to comfort you as he lets you adjust inch by inch. The hand at the small of your back rubs circles into it with his thumb, your own hands shooting up to grip his biceps for support.

“I’m not gonna last if you tighten up like that sweetheart,” he hisses a groan at how tightly your walls envelop him. You’re really making it hard for him to not come undone in a short amount of time.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, just relax for me.”

His gentle words are accompanied by thrusts that are slow with a deliberate purpose. He’s careful with his pace as he wants this to go at whatever speed you need. It takes a bit, but his soft kisses and comforting touches coax the burn away until you're left with the ardent ache of needing more.

“Faster, Bucky,” you plead breathily. He rests his forehead against yours.“Can you handle it, baby?” His question is full of loving concern, prioritizing your pleasure over everything.

“I can…fuck…please,” you assure him, your leg pulling him in tighter causing him to bottom out. Bucky curses and moans all in one. At your assurance, he picks up the pace of his hips, rocking them against you with a fiery velocity. The lewd sounds bouncing off the walls of the closet in waves.

He gives it to you exactly how you asked him to. That man would do anything for you—just say the word and its done.

Bucky is on cloud nine at the way you take him. The way your bodies mold and arch into one another’s like you can’t get enough. As if all you ever needed to consume to live was each other. When he goes to kiss you, you can barely kiss back as you’re too lost in the way he slams into you.

“Fuck, baby, if only you could see yourself. You’re so fucking gorgeous making those pretty expressions for me,” Bucky grunts out, drinking up the sight of your face. A string of mewls leaves your lips at the keen attention he keeps on you. Everything about you right now is a work of art in his eyes he wants framed and kept at his bedside. A constant reminder he’s the one who gets to make you look and feel so damn good.

“Don’t stop, please don't stop.”

“Wasn’t planning to, sweetheart.”

Your words egg him on to go harder, causing your back to press tightly against the wall. Hiking your leg just a tad bit higher to thrust into you at another angle. This was the best decision he ever made as he hits the perfect spot within you. One that leaves you clinging onto him desperately as your walls tighten on the brink of release.

It takes a few more fierce drives into you until your orgasm hits you and you're cumming with a feverish intensity. Moaning Bucky’s name in a euphoric mantra that’s music to his ears. It's what brings him over the edge and he stills at the force of his orgasm, his head collapsing into the dip of your neck as he releases into the condom.

“My girl. My sweet girl. You feel so good, baby,” Bucky softly whispers against your neck. Planting small kisses as both of you come down from your highs. Your arms wrap behind his neck to embrace him and keep him close to you. Bucky continues to mutter sweet praises along your skin, as your hands thread through his hair tenderly. Both of you steadying your breaths as you come back down to Earth.

If it weren't for Bucky holding your right leg up, it would've fallen from its position at his hip long ago. You’re even more grateful for it now as your body felt completely boneless. And when he pulls out, its the grip he has on your body that keeps your knees from buckling.

Bucky lifts his head so his gaze locks on yours. His blues are swimming with a vehemence that steals your breath and causes your pulse to race.

“Y/n, I…I wanted to give you some time. Time to figure things out—to figure out what you wanted. I tried pretending I was okay with pieces of you, but I’m not. I want all of you. I want to be yours,” Bucky confesses with sincerity. You reach out to interlock your hands with his, a floodgate of emotions engulfing you.

“Bucky—” you start, but he’s not hearing it, afraid you’ll want to go back to a place that would devastate him. “Wait, just hear me out. Everything I ever did was to get you to notice me. From the moment we met there was just something about you that kept pulling me in. And I knew—I just knew I had to get to know you. And then one thing led to another and I fell for you—hard. Now I can’t imagine my life without you. There's only you. It’s always been you. Give me a chance, let me prove it to you every day, that I’m yours. That I have been for a long time,” Bucky’s tone borders on pleading, you give his hands a light squeeze to ease the worry in his features.

“Bucky you have nothing to prove—”

“Y/n—”

This time you stop him by clamping a hand over his mouth.

“Bucky, you have nothing to prove because I’ve felt the same way for a long time. I just fought it for so long out of fear that maybe you weren’t serious about me. But I can see now I was wrong. I’ve been yours for a long time too, Bucky. I just pretended I wasn’t—and I’m done fighting it. I’m done being in denial. I want to have something serious with you. I’m ready for it,” your heartfelt confession immediately melts away the tension in Bucky’s shoulders.

You wanting this as much as he did made him feel like he was on top of the world.

He mumbles something into your hand, the biggest grin on the other side of it. You laugh adoringly at the sight as you remove your hand to replace it with your mouth instead. Both of you sink into the kiss as a deeper devotion is exchanged.

“Whoever is seeking is horrible at it,” you remove yourself with a light giggle, taking a jab at whoever the seeker of the hide-and-seek game is. A game that was long forgotten by Bucky until you mentioned it.

Bucky smiles sheepishly, “About that…there's not actually a hide-and-seek game. And if there is they don't know we’re playing,” he confesses with a twinkle in his eyes. You shake your head at him, laughing in disbelief, “Bucky, then what were you and Steve whispering about?” Your curiosity is met with a boyish grin from Bucky, “I was just letting him know not to come looking for me. I wanted to get some alone time with you,” his hands find your hips again to give them a gentle squeeze.

Bucky is far from done with you yet.

You roll your eyes lightheartedly at his revelation. Of course, he’d come up with a way to get you all to himself. Can you blame him?

After a few more stolen kisses and lingering touches, you both start to compose yourselves. Adjusting your outfits and collecting your items from the ground. Thankfully, the guest room has its own bathroom where the two of you can clean up much better than in the small closet. Tousled hair, smeared makeup, and sweaty skin required a deeper attentiveness.

You both take your time in freshening up. The bathroom lighting does wonders to reveal every piece of evidence of your sexual encounter. You can now clearly see all the red marks that would eventually turn into hickeys that scattered your neck and chest. Bucky beams pleased at the markings he’s left as you scold him for making them so prominent.

Bucky doesn’t give a damn. He’d gladly make more in an instant.

By the end, all that's left is to get your heels on, which Bucky insists on helping you with. He offered to carry you for the rest of the party or even giving you his shoes, but you declined both options. You paid good money for these heels so whether you liked it or not, you were forcing yourself to wear them.

Bucky helps you up onto the expansive marble counter. Lowering down onto his knees in front of you to slide your heels back onto your feet. Nimble fingers work the straps into place, making sure they're not too tight at the ankles. When he looks up at you, a devilish grin appears on his face. That spark of desire is back in your eyes when you see how good he looks knelt between your legs. Your mind was reeling with ideas as the heat once again pranced across your skin. Bucky’s gaze bore into yours, almost as if he could read your mind. He can’t help but get turned on again.

You were in the same boat.

“You know, I have a big stats test on Monday. I could use an emergency tutoring session right about now,” his tone is laced with suggestion as his fingers trace along your ankle. You hum, “Hm? Do you? I think I could accommodate that.” Your reply gives Bucky the go to start kissing up your legs until he reaches your knees. He never breaks eye contact as he places a tender kiss on each one before standing up and giving that same attention to your mouth.

“Perfect. Let’s get out of here, sweetheart,” Bucky mutters against your lips, the kiss a promise of the fun awaiting you for the rest of the night. Now that the lines were blurred beyond recognition, into something deeper, something real, you were both completely all in.

#mel🩷#my fic recs🩷

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pop-punklouis · 2 years ago

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Omg hope i have a 20 page paper due in a few hours and i stupidly forgot to save my word doc the past few hours and i went to save it and of. word completely froze and so i had to force quit and thought I was gonna lose like 4+ hours of work but somehow it managed to make a recovery file that saved my entire paper and now i don’t have to completely rewrite all those pages 😭😭😭 I asked for an extension while i was hoping word would just get its shit together and finish saving my stuff before i had to force quit and now i just really hope my TA emails back saying its fine bc I just lost like 40 mins that i ABSOLUTELY needed and also i can feel the adrenaline crash from freaking out over that plus the adrenaline that was getting me through the paper so I’m like both grateful and reaaaaaalllllllyyyyyytt hoping i get that extension 😭😭😭

godddddd i’ve been there before. so many tears have been shed over computers freezing in the middle of me writing a paper, or something glitching and it kicking me out, or the dreaded updates it springs on you randomly. i’m so glad you were able to recover your paper ❤️‍🩹 i truly turn into a hacking computer queen anytime something like that happens to me like. putting in fucking binary code from some windows help page to try and recover my lost document 💀

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nellycanwrite · 2 years ago

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I'm literally so happy y'all liked this fic oh my god😭 The response is just so heartwarming I can't comprehend🥹 and don't worry bestie I shed a tear while writing the viva revolucion part as well so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA This is a fic run purely on my hatred for the colonizers (even though I'm a descendant of said colonizers as well tngina💀)

YOUR RESPONSE IS JUST THE BEST THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING BESTIE AAAAAAA

His Timeless Love

K’uk’ulkan x Reincarnator!Filipino!Reader

Summary: A God such as K'uk'ulkan has lived life by the hundreds, yet you wonder why he has not found his true love during his time of immortality. It might just shock you to believe that he had already loved you since the summer of 1592.

Or, in which K’uk’ulkan tells you the story of the four times he fell in love with you and the three times he saw you die.

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, colonization, Namor absolutely loathing colonizers and their language, graphic depictions of the Philippine Revolution, possible historical inaccuracies, extreme Catholicism, the violence of the Spanish regime, body worship, oral (f receiving), penetration (p in v), deflowering, cockwarming, creampie

Word Count: 23.5K :))

Note:This work follows along the history of the Philippines and the influences of the colonizers throughout the years of subservience. I claim no historical accuracy to the plot but the timeline and the implications of each historical era was and is researched accordingly. As such, I am also of Filipino descent specifically from Bisaya, Ilonggo, and Ilokano backgrounds.

This work is a connecting piece to His Queen. Both can be read separately and in any order.

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#namor x filipino!reader #namor x reader

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pollyollie · 2 years ago

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Company.

Platonic! Corpse Husband x TEEN! Reader

Gender not specified, They/Them. Reader is assumed 15 years old.

Summary: After another argument with your parent you go to your nice neighbors apartment down the hall. Who would've thought your neighbor happened to be your comfort streamer?

Extra: You don't know Corpse is a streamer. Assume you know Corpse by his actual name and not by his streamer name. (We don't know his actual name therefore he will be referred to as Corpse for simplicity)

Warning(s): Gaslighting, Name calling (lazy, bitch, self absorbed, sensitive, crybaby), arguing, mentions of abandonment. Panic attacks

You and your guardian got into yet another argument. You tried opening up about your feelings with them, telling them how they're treatment towards you is aggressive and it made you feel unappreciated. It started with a fun little family outing until the two of you were alone together while your siblings and other parent were on a ride. The argument resumed the moment you got home and lasted for what felt like hours.

"you're proving my point exactly right now that you don't care about how I feel! All you ever care about is my grades not me!" You said, your voice raising from the pure adrenaline of the argument.

"You think the world will care how you feel? Maybe if you weren't so lazy I wouldn't have to push you so hard! You're missing the big picture over a minor issue!" They yelled back.

You could feel your eyes watering and you know your voice would start shaking. You tried to breathe to relieve the tightening grip in your chest, to no avail. Still, you continued. The last sentence repeating like an echo in your mind.

"You think my feelings are just a minor issue?" You asked. Hurt evident in you voice. You'd hope they'd take it back, realise what they had just said. But again, your hopes were only in vain.

"Oh great here we go again!" They exclaimed, rolling their head dramatically while flailing their arms in the air.

"All you care about is you! Your head is so far up your ass that you just become some self-absorbed bitch! Then when someone gets mad at you, you wanna get all sensitive like a fucking crybaby! Grow the hell up not everything is about you and how you feel nobody gives a shit!"

Your mental barrier collapsed. The air was too thick to breathe in. Your chest tightened. It hurt. Where is all the air? Why the fuck can't you get any air? Your eyes are burning, ears are ringing, throat stinging, something's clamping down on your chest. You can't breathe. You left the apartment. Your guardian let you. Yelling at you to get the fuck out of their face as you left.

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You went down a couple doors, hot tears still streaming down your cheeks. Your shakey finger pressing the button right next to it. Past the relentless sniffles you listened to the ring echo throughout the apartment.

No answer.

Desperate, you try again. Knocking this time.

"Uhm, anyone home? It's Y/N" You spoke, shakiness still lingering in your tone

Your phone buzzed with a notification. You hadn't even realized you still had it on you.

Corpse: coming rn one sec

A few seconds later the door unlocked and opened up. You met face to face with a surprised look on Corpse's face.

"Holy shit kid, you're not lookin' so good" He joked. He was worried of course, but he finds humour is the best approach

"Another argument broke out. Really bad one this time. Can I just crash on the couch for a bit, until I calm down?" You asked. Nerves on edge even though he's never said 'no' before.

"Yea sure come in, just ..gimme a sec real quick"

You walked in and closed the door behind you, making sure it was locked. You sat down on his couch, knees to your chest, before turning around to see Corpse walk into the room he never let anyone in. That certainly peaked your curiosity. It sounded like he was talking to someone, muffled sounds came from the room a bit longer before he walked back out. Tugging the ends of his shirt down (a nervous habit he seemed to have, you've noticed)

"Sorry kid, I'm a bit busy. You can turn on the TV just not too loud. You can also text me about it if you want, I'll keep my phone on vibrate." He explained. He felt a bit guilty, but he couldn't leave the stream for too long. People would get suspicious.

"It's alright. I'll just play on my phone for a bit until your done. Just being out of the house with you nearby is enough to calm me down. Thanks for answering the door still" you said, finally being able to breathe. Your body was still sore and you still felt like crying. You just couldn't bring yourself to do so since it would pressure your nice neighbor into abandoning his seemingly very important job for your silly emotions.

"Anytime. When I'm done we can watch a movie or something" He said simply.

You smiled and nodded at him letting out a hum of agreement. He sighed affectionately while reaching down to your spot on the couch. One elbow still propped up to the back of the couch, the other patting your shoulder, rubbing his thumb across once lightly.

His phone buzzed, catching both of you off guard. He opened the notif quickly. You wondered who it was from.

"I've gotta get back in there now" he said gesturing towards the mysterious door. "I'll be back though. Help yourself while I'm gone"

Must've been his boss wondering what's taing so long, you thought. "You make it sound like you'll be hours away instead of a room over" you joked. He laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners. He then went back into the room, closing the door behind him.

Though he gave you full permission to TV usage, you whipped out your phone. His TV didn't have twitch and you wanted to see if Corpse_Husband was streaming. As though heaven itself finally showed you some pity, he actually was! You found him by chance and noticed he sounded alot like your kind neighbor! Of course you know it's a bit rude to compare people, but since his voice sounded similar it brought you an odd sense of comfort. Often watching the vodds or horror story narrations whenever your neighbor wasn't able to keep you company. Having to be 'somewhere else for a while' he always said.

You sat watching the stream for awhile, being on edge whenever Corpse was the imposter, having to carry the match since his teammate was voted off early. Corpse said he'd be right back on the stream. Your neighbor came outside the door, checking in on you. You thought the timing was funny, somehow lining up. Of course you only thought it was a coincidence and nothing more.

It didn't bother you, as you still watched the stream. Until it happened 2 more times. Corpse leaves, your neighbor comes out of the room, Corpse comes back, your neighbor is inside his secret room. You got skeptical but wanting to keep denying it. Corpse is very secretive and doesn't want anyone, not even his irls knowing about his identity! If you figured it out, and it turned out to be true, wouldn't that be the same as never being allowed to see your neighbor again? He'd also start avoiding you. Then he'd make you delete all of the funny videos/pictures of him for security reasons. Oh my god. What if he can't handle the anxiety so he moves!?

You weren't even upset about not being able to see your comfort streamer, or him keeping it a secret. What scared you was your kind timid neighbor, who you spent so much time with, who you'd text and game with when you couldn't sleep, who would watch movies and shows with you no matter how childish, listened to you with all your family bullshit, leaving you. He'd block your number, un-add you on his videogame friends list, and cut you off. Your chest tightened again. Your eyes burned even more. It's all too much. Way too much. If he leaves you what would you do? At this point you literally thought of him as family. He's the older brother you never got. Much better than your other brothers. Who seemed like they could give less of a shit.

You felt a warm weight on your shoulder, shaking you slightly. The feeling seemingly yanking you out of your thoughts. Your head whipped up looking at your neighbor. His expression filled with concern. It didn't help your situation. Seeing his face made you curl further more into yourself (you didn't realize you were curled up to begin with), and start crying. Full on sobbing like a baby who'd just lost their parents in a public place.

Corpse froze, not knowing what to do. He's seen you in a wreck before, but this is a new level. It's alot, even for him. Not knowing what to do, he just hugs you. You feel his arms wrap around you and you instinctively wrap yours around him. Hugging him tighter than you probably ever have. Corpse was in pain due to how hard you were squeezing with his already sore body (from gaming and sitting too long) but he never told you about his fragile body, only that he'd get sick easily. He sat and endured while he tried calming you down. Pretty ironic

"I'm fucking horrible at this, but hey try to breathe okay? in and out. For 5 seconds each"

He said. Now he's glad he's done a lot of research for calming panic attacks. Granted, it was so he can try to calm himself down but it helped him help you, so that's a bonus.

His mind was racing, seemed like he has to calm himself down too before he goes into a panic attack with you. Why did you start breaking down? Did you get a mean text/call? Were you just building up too much emotion? Wtf?? He curiously glaced at your phone and saw his character. His amongus character on the screen. He panicked even more at his stream being watched by you while he was in the apartment actively doing it. Then he saw chat asking where he was and what was taking so long. Some speculated he was just busy, others were worried his health made him have to pause the game, some joked saying he had a hot goth chick over, others were so lewd he didn't even wanna think about it... His anxiety was off the chart. Between his viewers, his friends and you. Great. Now he was panicking.

"Just give me one second, I'll be right back" He quickly said. He practically ran into the other room, told the viewers to calm down we wasn't dead. Then made up a lie that he was in the kitchen making some food and eating it, since if he didn't eat now he wouldn't have a chance to later. Thankfully most of them bought it. He made sure to re-mute his mic and came back to you. He noticed red flash on your screen and saw that Toast had killed him. 'That fucker. I knew he was the imposter ' Corpse thought to himself. The little distraction helped calm him down a tad, boosting his ego knowing he was right.

"Ok, listen kid tell me what's wrong. If you don't, I can't help, if you don't wanna tell me that's chill too I just uh- I don't know or I can stay here for a minute?"

He spoke out hastily. Yet still the words came out better than he expected them to.

"I-it's-"

you stuttered out. Should you even tell him? No, you should. He has the right to know and make his own choice about what to do with you later

He looked at you patiently. Waiting for you to speak clearly.

You took a big breath and spoke as fast as you could.

"I watch this streamer his name is Corpse except now I think you're Corpse, but I know Corpse doesn't want anyone knowing about his identity and he gets bad anxiety! so I really really hope that this is some giant misunderstanding cause if it's not I might lose you or things would change and-"

Your lungs burned as you heaved in air. Tears pricking the corner of your eyes yet again. This time from lack of oxygen. Also yea, maybe a bit of stress..

Corpse was hella panicking at this rate. You know? How many others knew? Did they just keep it from him to try and give him comfort? He tried not making it obvious. Fuck. Before he could speak you spoke up again, having a decent amount of air in your lungs.

"-And I really don't want you to leave me or feel weird about me being here! I know teens are stupid but I promise I'm not stupid and I won't tell people I know or send them photos of your face or something!"

Your breath slowed, the words coming out on their own.

"just please...please don't cut me off ______."

He was dumbstruck. Utterly dumbstruck... He couldn't be any more clueless. Cut you off? You? You don't need anything else going wrong in your childhood. He himself is barely managing to try and hold it together. Sure he was scared of people figuring out who he is, but he wouldn't cut them out of his life. Especially for something so small. Don't get him wrong it's a big deal but damn. He felt a bit hurt that you'd think he'd do that. Not like he could blame you though. He knows how anxiety takes over all rational thinking. He didn't know what to say, but still he opened up and finally spoke.

"dude, I don't know if I should be offended or not" a small chuckle escaped his lips

"Trust me, I'm not gonna cut you out of my life just 'cause of that. I mean hey, with how often you come over it was gonna happen eventually."

He paused, configuring his next set of words carefully.

"To be fair, it'll probably be easier now that you do know. Now I can finally stop telling chat I ordered pizza. They're probably verryyyy concerned about my food choices" He partially joked

You couldn't help but laugh at that, wiping your tears in the process.

"Aren't you mad? Or like, scared of me leaking your face?" You asked

"oh no, scared shitless. You've got some heavy blackmail, looks like now I'll have to cater to that expensive sweet tooth of yours" He said, putting his hands up in defeat like he was surrendering a fight

That one made you burst out laughing. You couldn't even imagine blackmailing him for sweets! Without even thinking you blurted-

"Yea sure! If I wanted my face plastered over the news and my name in the next amber alert!"

You both started laughing your asses off. All the worries are seemingly forgotten. You stayed like that for a few minutes, just joking back and forth then laughing even more. Your ribs HURT like hell but it was all too funny!

After a while when you two *finally* calmed down Corpse realized he forgot about his stream. I don't think they'll fall for him "eating food" for nearly 30mins.

Panic mode was activated but he pushed it back a bit.

"How about you come in the room. We can handle specifics later but I think chat wants an actual explanation on why I've been gone for so long and I don't think they'll buy the 'I was eating' act. In the meantime I can introduce you to my friends"

Your heart was racing at the thought of going inside his secret room. On top of that talking to chat AND meeting his friends who happened to be streamers you also really admire!

"I'll take you up on that offer! I'll sit on the floor and watch!" You said, practically hopping out of your seat on the (probably tear and snot stained) couch.

You went into the room and everything felt alright again. Some new ground rules would be set of course but you didn't mind. Your kind neighbor wasn't leaving you, he's even letting you be a part of the stream! It's been a rough day but you know by the end of your comfort streamers well--stream you'd be better off than you have been in a while.

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A/N: This is my first fic for Corpse and my first fic in general for Tumblr! Sorry if Corpse here seems out of character, I tried. I haven't proof read it all the way, I'll re-read it all once I get the chance. That's all <3

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#Corpse #Corpse_husband #platonic #teen #found family #fanfic #corpse fanfic #corpse husband fanfiction #hurt/comfort #self indulgent #a lil angst #fluff #comfor streamer #shed a tear while writing this 💀

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