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milksnake-tea · 6 days ago

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━━ to walk amongst the living .

Jade's last words continue to haunt Sunday as he is cast from the heaven of Penacony and goes from a Family Head to a mere traveler. On his journey to fully understand the struggles of mortals, he ends up becoming companions with you, a fellow wanderer.

sunday x gn!reader

contains: post 2.3, written before 2.7, sunday is hinted to have asthma, sunday is trying his best but bro hasn't touched grass in years so he's struggling, hardcore yearning from sunday

word count: 3.1k

a/n: SUNDAY TRAVEL SUNDAY TRAVEL SUNDAY TRAVEL SUNDAY TRAVEL BARKSI RIYGHGUGHU if hyv doesnt give us any crumbs on what he was doing before he runs into us again. EXPLODES

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“Achoo!“

The cold was starting to get annoying.

Sunday sighed, biting back his frustration as he wiped his nose with a handkerchief and tugged his scarf to better shield his face. It was a good thing he’d decided to bundle up before leaving Penacony; otherwise, he would’ve already died of pneumonia.

The Planet of Dreams and Festivities was the very definition of a paradise. Everything, from the colors, the sounds, and the temperature was carefully maintained to never be too much or too little.

Sunday did not have such privileges here.

He didn’t remember when the last time he saw snow was. Back home, the closest he’d seen to a natural landscape was the Moment of Oasis, where tourists lounged about on the spectacular beaches - and even then, Sunday hadn’t exactly had time to indulge in such luxuries.

His nose was no doubt red from the cold, and his thighs burned from the long hike he’d decided to torture himself with. Wind battered his hood against his face, occasionally blocking his vision or smacking him. Sunday’s wings instinctively shielded him from the incoming snow that somehow made its way past his hood. He grimaced at the feeling of the ice catching and melting on his feathers, already dreading having to clean them out.

Upon reaching a somewhat flat piece of terrain, he gave himself mercy and allowed himself to stop for a break. His halo, his main weapon against frostbite, glowed gently with a heat not unlike a fireplace as he surveyed just how far he’d traveled.

Mountains upon mountains greeted his gaze, all jagged and covered with the same multi-colored snow that was the staple of this planet. He stood among fallen aurora, and down below, he spied a cluster of bright, warm lights that stood apart from the greens, blues, and purples of the snow: the cities, where he’d first arrived here.

Zastrugi was a planet infamous for its harsh conditions, rivaled only by the recently reintroduced Jarilo-VI. Even so, the people here prided themselves on their resilience, and gladly welcomed those seeking a challenge or a death-defying thrill.

In other words, it was a cemetery of the arrogant and the ambitious, and a perfect fit for Sunday’s current goals. After all, what better way to live a mortal’s life than to endure their struggles?

Sunday looked down at himself. His legs were weak, shaking and trembling from the hike, and no doubt were only kept standing due to adrenaline. His chest burned from haggard breaths, cut again and again from each frosty inhale. His head felt light. He wanted to die.

If this wasn’t suffering, he didn’t know what was.

It was invigorating.

Never before had he felt more alive, with the frost biting at his cheeks and the pain that ransacked his body. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, fighting yet strong and resilient and surviving. A soft smile graced his pale lips as his breath fogged in the air.

How strange, he mused. To find such joy in his own suffering… Was he always this twisted?

“I was wondering when you’d catch up.”

Sunday turned to see you sitting on a rock nearby, snow brushed off of stone so that you could sit without wetting your pants. One of your legs is propped up as you look out at the view, your bored expression proof enough that you’d been sitting there for a while.

You were a fellow traveler he’d met sometime on his travels. Sunday still groaned whenever he remembered your first encounter; he’d gotten swept up in a sudden storm and remembered too late that 1.) he didn’t know how to swim and 2.) his wings were not waterproof. Had you not dove into the raging tide and pulled him out, he would’ve drowned for sure.

Ever since then, you’d accompanied him on his travels - or, rather, he accompanied you on yours. Sunday, with what little he knew of the world outside of Penacony, knew not what his destination was, nor where he should head off to. Your goal was a little more simple - you wanted to see all that was beautiful in the universe.

Even if that meant climbing to the tops of unreasonably steep mountains or camping out in unbearingly hot deserts.

Thankfully, you weren’t opposed to his offer (begging) to join you - on the contrary, you were thankful that he had been the one to say it because in your words, you didn’t know if he would survive if you left him alone by his lonesome.

He still didn’t know what to make of that. For his own pride, he chose to ignore it for the time being.

“Were you waiting long?” he asked, gloved fingers holding the edge of his hood as to keep both it and the snow out of his face. You shook your head, your own hooded cloak flapping in the wind as you looked back out at the view.

“Not as long as I might’ve in the past,” you joked lightly. Sunday breathed a laugh.

Back when he’d first walked alongside you, he’d fought a long and hard battle with his own stamina. It was embarrassing when he thought back on it, how many times he’d have to ask you to stop for a break or even had to be carried by you to the nearest rest stop. Sometimes he wondered why you kept him around, but of course, he never asked.

But he’d grown stronger and more resilient since then, at least, he hoped he did - if not for you, then for his pride.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Your voice was rather wistful as you spoke, a little breathless and hushed, yet clear in the crisp, scarce air. “What do you think? Was it worth it?”

“I’m not so sure,” Sunday tried for a joke of his own - although, he wasn’t all joking. No matter how much he traveled, he could never get used to the feeling of his own breath scraping against his lungs as he heaved for air.

You, intuitive as ever, sighed knowingly. “Sit down. You look as if you’re going to pass out.”

Brushing aside some snow on the rock, you shifted over to make room for him. Gratefully, Sunday fought demons in order to stop his trembling legs from collapsing in from under him as he lowered himself onto the rock. That would’ve been mortifying.

His breath fogged in the air as he sighed, thankful for some rest. Around him, the snowfall was gentle and slow, and as the moonlight from Zastrugi’s two moons caught on each individual flake, ribbons of light came and passed like wisps of smoke.

An echoing click of metal caught his attention. He looked to his side and was greeted with a cloud of steam warming his face. In your hand was a small metal thermos that held what he assumed is either tea or hot water. You gestured for him to take it.

“Drink; you need to warm up before we continue. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died of hypothermia.”

Sunday breathed his gratitude as he took the thermos. Your fingers brushed slightly, but with the cold, he registered it only after it was gone, and by then it was too late to respond. Still, his heart skipped regardless, and he turned away before he dwaddled too long, thankful for the cold that had already reddened his cheeks.

He blew gently on the liquid within, and took small, carefuly sips as to not burn his tongue (it’d happened before, and it was humiliating). He was delightfully surprised with the subtle floral tastes of white tea, his favorite. It was obvious that it had been sweetened, and the honey added was just enough so that it satisfied his cravings.

But, as Sunday drank away, the tea warming him from the inside, he thought to himself - he never told you he liked white tea specifically, nor did he ever tell you how much sugar he preferred. How did you know?

Had you, every time you’d taken him to a local cafe or restaurant, watched and observed? Had you remembered, from the few times you’d seen him order or make a drink for himself?

His hold on the thermos faltered as fire rushed to his cheeks. In his chest, under all those layers of cloth and cloaks, a dance unfolded, his heart tip-tapping away, a steady rhythm that was both nerve-wrecking and comforting.

Sunday inhaled deeply, wings fluttering ever-so slightly, and pushed his thoughts away to focus on the tea, nearly burning his tongue in the process. You only raised a brow before returning your sight to the distant city. A comfortable silence enveloped the two of you.

As Sunday gazed down upon the scene, a sharp ache in his sides and a stiffness in his legs, he wondered - was this how Robin felt, when she performed from that grand stage of hers. Sure, the aurora couldn’t compare to the lightshow that accompanied his sister’s concerts, but still - there must be some similarities. Here, at the top of this world, he felt light, as if nothing could ever touch him.

“O chosen one, who dared to exceed his bounds. Sever your wings, descend to the mortal realm, and walk their lands. See what this world is truly like.”

Lady Bonajade’s words rang in his head. Instantly a scowl twisted his features.

He’d never liked the IPC, and he wasn’t going to start now - especially not with a snake like her. He could still hear her taunting voice, that indifferent condescention presented as good-natured pity dampening his mood. There wasn’t much that could truly anger him, but it only seemed natural that it was yet another IPC Stoneheart that managed the feat.

But still, she had been right… much to his chagrin. As much as he hated to admit it, he had flown too high from the people he wished to protect. Even the Astral Express - whom he respected far more than Jade - had made it clear: Know your people before you decide what was right for them.

“What’s on your mind?”

Sunday flinched. You peered at him from behind your hood, face gentle yet your brows were furrowed ever so slightly.

“Ah, I apologize.” He lowered the thermos to his lap. “I was… thinking.”

“I know,” you replied. Shifting slightly so that you could lean back on your hands, you stretched your legs out into the snow. “You do that a lot.”

With a kick, you sent the snow flying into an arch off the cliffside, creating another ripple in the aurora.

“Thinking too much in a place like this… seems like a waste, doesn’t it? Try and take a break from your brain, and just- see. Look at where you are.”

Sunday raised an abdominal wing to block the multi-colored snow from falling into his thermos. Shaking the snow off the twilight feathers, he sighed, staring into what remains of the tea.

You clicked your tongue. Snow crunched, and cloth shuffled, before the cap of the thermos blocked his view. Screwing it closed, you took the thermos from him, a twinge of annoyance tugging at Sunday as he mourned the last bits of tea still left in there.

Before Sunday could complain, however, you beat him to it.

“Don’t give me that look,” you teased lightly. “We’re almost to the top - you can finish your tea there.”

The beginnings of a pout tugged his lip, but with a reluctant sigh, Sunday abided. Pushing off of his knees, he brushed himself off.

“Very well,” he relented, but not without fixing you with a flat stare first. If you saw it, you didn’t say anything, for you had already begun your trek to the mountain’s peak.

The higher you climbed, the harsher the snow became. No matter how beautiful something was, Sunday found that he didn’t care if it was pelting him in the face with as much punch as a bullet. His hood became his shield, and he hurried to keep in pace with you.

Because unlike him, who specialized in Imaginary and Quantum manipulation, you were a master of fire. Your footprints lasted longer than his for the mere fact that you seemed to melt through the snow, and as long as Sunday kept close to you, he wouldn’t be at risk into becoming a popsicle.

But that was easier said than done. Again, you were far more traveled than he was, and as such you moved at a much faster pace despite the melting snow’s attempts at slowing you down. Sunday was already dreading the next morning - he’d have to do a full-body stretch for at least half an hour after this was all done if he wanted his legs to be functionable tomorrow.

Every now and then, you would glance back at him, as if making sure he hadn’t been swept up in an avalanche - which, if it weren’t unfortunately a valid concern, would’ve damaged his already ruined ego. And each time, Sunday would meet your gaze, and offer the tiniest of smiles before returning to his suffering.

By the time you had reached the summit, Sunday was well about to pass out. The air was thinner up here, making it hard to breathe, and his exhaustion did not make things easier. But he had done it, and surprisingly, he had kept in pace with you.

He breathed as much as he could, swallowing what little oxygen he could grasp from the top of the world. A wheeze or two ripped through his lungs. Wordlessly, you pressed his inhaler into his hand, a pat on his back to congratulate him. Sunday nodded his thanks.

Once his medication had done its magic and he no longer had to focus on the struggles of breathing properly, he realized that the world had gone silent. Snow no longer pelted at his face, and the aurora had gone dark.

And then he swept his gaze, and saw the clouds below him. Somehow, without noticing, he’d passed through them, and entered an entirely different plane of Zastrugi. Here, there was nothing but sky, and the stars - real, actual stars, not the false ones created by the snow, danced in nebulae above him.

And there was you, your cloak flapping in the wind as you gazed up at the cosmos. With so little light, he could only see your silhouette, but he has the impression that your back is turned towards him.

You are silent, as you always are when you see new sights. In moments like these, it was as if your breath had been stolen, and it is all you could do to absorb the picturesque scene before you, engraving it into your mind to store for all eternity.

Once, Sunday had expected you to take photos of your journeys, as a memento. But you never did. No, rather, you would stand there, memorizing every little detail, and then return to your temporary home to paint it instead.

And he swore, those paintings were almost always more magnificent than the places they were based on.

Sunday took one last look towards the everlasting cosmos before coming up to your side. Rather than the sky, the image he drank in was you. Your expression was soft, yet awe-struck, much like a child seeing the world for the first time. There was always a sort of melancholy in your eyes, but also a love for everything that he could drown in if you allowed him to.

You loved the world, and it was that love that he adored.

You turned to him, noticing his gaze, and for a moment, it was if time itself had stopped. His breath caught in his throat, and words died on his tongue. All he could do was look into your star-speckled gaze, all the colors of the universe casting their light onto the two of you.

What expression was he wearing, he wondered? A smile, or perhaps… something else?

But then you raised your hand, brushing it against his cheek ever so slightly, and all of those thoughts disappeared.

A smile wove onto your lips. “You had some snow left on you.”

Sunday tried not to miss your hand as it left him. His fingers trace what you had left, his gaze becoming lidded.

“Ah,” he breathed.

The corner of yours eyes crinkle, and you turned to the cliffside. Leaning over slightly, you peered over the edge, the clouds obscuring the true height of the fall. Sunday blinked.

“What are you planning…” he sighed, crossing his arms. You chuckled, turning slightly to meet his eyes.

“One way or another, we have to get down,” you pointed out. Sunday’s expression fell flat.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Your feet toed the edge, sending rocks and snow tumbling down. “You said you wanted to experience life as a mortal to the fullest, didn’t you?”

“I wasn’t aware that included throwing oneself off a mountain.”

You shook your head, a grin surfacing. “You’re no fun, Sunday. Don’t you have those wings of yours? What do you have to worry about?”

Sunday’s answer was immediate. “You.”

“How sweet of you,” you commented as he came to besides you. “Well, then, you’ll just have to catch me, won’t you?”

Sunday squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. “[Name], I swear upon all that is good in this world-”

He opened his eyes. You were already gone.

Sunday swore.

Midnight unfolded behind his back, clashing with his white cloak. Without so much as a second thought, he dove into the clouds headfirst, shooting through the sky like a meteor as he searched for you.

The second the fog of the clouds leave, however, he was thrust into a world of color. He fell alongside the snow, and unlike when he was on the mountain itself, he became a part of the aurora. The colors nearly blinded him, if not for the fact that he had his sights set on one thing - your falling figure, so close yet so far.

He tucked his wings as to fall faster. The second he reached you, he grabbed you, arms locking around your waist and pulling you into him, where it was safe.

“You’re a fool,” he scolded as your chest met his. You laughed, throwing your head back to return to the aurora.

“And yet, you saved me all the less.”

Sunday rolled his eyes as your legs wrapped around his waist. His wings returned to their full wingspan, catching the wind and ensuring that your fall didn’t end in a tragedy. He swerved and turned and glided, dodging peaks and keeping his sights on the city.

And all the same, you laughed, nothing short of pure glee in your voice.

And he sighed, fondness squeezing him regardless.

Yes, you were a fool.

But you were a fool he couldn’t help but love.

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elixirfromthestars · 1 month ago

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Tulip

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Florist!Reader

Summary: On a night when the past weighs heavy on Bucky, fate brings him to you.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning(s): established nickname -> tulip / fluff / mentions of grief

a/n: After seeing how much people loved Biker Bucky in Usual I decided to share more of their story with you all 💕 This is going to be a bigger collection of fics, so I will have an official taglist for it and there's more info on that here. That taglist in this fic is not related to the tags on here. The tags on here were for just for fun!! Hope you enjoy!! Likes, comments, & reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

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It was one of those nights where Bucky was irritated without reason. His face was etched into an intimidating scowl as he looked at nothing in particular in his bar. The laughter was too loud, the clinking of glasses irked his eardrums like nails on a chalkboard, and his heart felt heavy. Almost as if one of the men in his bar were pressing down on it with their heavy boot.

Bucky was getting tired of this. Of having these moments where his body thrummed with discomfort and his fingers found the familiar grooves in the wooden table he sat at—etching the oak with erratic lines until his nails were chipped and uneven. He could already hear the shit Sam would say as soon as he saw the added marks.

Bucky was getting restless—reluctantly so.

“Hey, Buck, one of the—”

“‘m goin’ out for a ride.”

As soon as Steve came over to give Bucky an update on the business, Bucky stood up from the table and dismissed himself. Steve held back a sigh, his lips forming a tight line as his best friend blew him off. He didn’t take it personally, at least not tonight. More than anything Steve was worried for Bucky. It was never easy seeing him fall into this state once a year.

Bucky always got like this around the anniversary of his father’s death.

Steve and the rest of the crew exchanged wary glances as Bucky pushed through the bar in a rush. His hands at his sides flexed as he sought out the comfort of his bike. He took out his leather gloves from his jacket—dark and weathered from years of wear—and slipped them on before mounting his Harley. It thundered to life underneath him, the deep rumble easing the tension in his shoulders.

He pulled out of his parking space, the blacked-out engine chrome gleaming under the streetlights. Bucky had no set destination, just a familiar path he had taken hundreds of times while on patrol. One that transgressed the entirety of the small town he lived in.

The small town he and his gang protected.

Bucky twisted the throttle, the Harley's roar echoing through the quiet streets as if warning the town of his presence. He drove down the roads at a steady speed, letting the breeze brush through his hair like a soothing balm. Hoping the night and his Harley would take away the hollow ache in his chest.

He couldn’t keep thinking of his dad. Not right now. There was too much going on in his life.

Bucky wouldn’t allow himself to be swept by the bittersweet memories. There were dozens of problems at the bar he needed to solve, rival gangs were stirring up trouble in neighboring towns so his people depended on him now more than ever, and his Ma and Becca relied on him as the sole provider.

Giving himself a moment to grieve—to feel—was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

After a full loop around the town, Bucky decided to survey the downtown area once again. It was nearing ten at night and the majority of the businesses were closed, and yet he was still adamant about getting a good last look before he returned to the bar.

He witnessed the usual: Yori and his son closing up their family-owned restaurant for the night, Mr. and Mrs. Fury bickering on their walk home, the savory aroma of Stark’s Pizzeria wafting through the air as he drove by, and a stack of wooden crates dancing in mid-air.

Hold up.

Wait a minute.

What?

Bucky had to do a double and then a triple take to make sure his eyes weren’t tricking him. He hadn’t had an ounce of alcohol tonight, and yet he began to gaslight himself into thinking maybe he had.

That was until you appeared from behind the wooden crates. Huffing out in annoyance and setting them down on the bed of an old pickup truck. Glaring at them as if the fury behind your eyes would suddenly make them ten pounds lighter.

Bucky stared at you from afar perplexed and yet with a ghost of a smile on his face. He had never seen you in town before, meaning you must have moved here not too long ago. A faint memory of Sam telling him a new shop owner was coming into town crosses his mind, but Bucky couldn’t remember all the details.

With a multitude of other things on his mind, he hadn’t been paying attention at the time.

The Harley’s rumble softens until it comes to a still as Bucky parks it on the street opposite you. He sits on it for a moment watching you, searching his brain for the finer details of what Sam had mentioned, but nothing comes to him. He’s left to find out more about you in the here and now.

Bucky suddenly catches the determined expression on your face as you go to pick up three of the wooden crates again. His eyes widen and before he even registers what he’s doing he swings off his bike and jogs over to you.

“Here let me help,” Bucky doesn’t ask or wait for a response as he easily takes the crates from your arms, lifting them as if they weighed nothing. You watch him in startled awe, wondering where this incredibly strong stranger had come from. Hand on your heart to calm yourself down from the sudden intrusion on your solitude.

“Oh! Um…you really don’t have to—”

“‘m already carrying ‘em, dollface. Jus’ tell me where to put ‘em.”

Bucky’s voice was calm and collected, but on the inside he wanted to ask you what the hell were in these crates. He’s used to carrying heavy boxes of supplies for his bar, but even then he’d use a hand truck to haul everything in. To think you were trying to carry all of this by yourself…he didn’t know whether to be impressed by your determination or laugh at your stubbornness.

The wooden crates obstructed your view of each other—and he’d never admit it—but they covered enough of his eye sight to where he had to tilt his head to watch his step.

“Here, let me guide you,” you placed a tentative hand on his arm, trying to ignore the way his bicep flexed under it. There was fragile cargo in those crates and you needed to make sure they got into your shop safe and sound. Bucky showed no signs of rejecting your guidance.

You carefully led him inside, sliding away any obstacles from his path with your feet. You were still adding the last touches to the decor so there were tools, supplies, and different sized cardboard boxes scattered across the floor. You were able to direct him to a spot in front of the main counter where he could put the crates down—the one area clear of anything.

He placed them down gently before turning to face you. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat the moment his eyes met yours. Your pretty irises glimmered with sincere appreciation coupled with a soft smile that caused an unfamiliar warmth to spread through his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at him like that. His brain has gone fuzzy, words evading him. Almost like a part of him that had been dormant for far too long was yearning for him to not break this gentle moment with you.

You on the other hand were enchanted by the color of his eyes. A rich blue you tried to pinpoint through the catalog of flowers in your mind. Could the color be matched to a morning glory? A harvestbell? A brunnera? Forget-me-nots? Delphiniums? Hydrangeas?

The longer you thought the more you concluded no flower seemed close enough to the particular shade of blue that was looking right at you.

“Thank you,” your voice was far too quiet for your liking when you broke the silence. You brought Bucky back to the present, yet not from the trance you had him in. He was particularly invested in the curve of your lips when you spoke and the way your eyes held his like you had known him all your life.

Bucky cleared his throat, propping his arm on the counter in a nonchalant manner, “Not a problem—looked like you could use the help.” He topped his cool reply with a casual shrug and smirk that made it seem like he did this all the time.

“Was it that obvious?”

“For a second there I thought those things would crush you.”

Your sheepishness melts away into a laugh. The sound leaving your lips before you could stop it. You imagine what you must have looked like struggling with those heavy crates. The mental image of it is enough to fill you with mortified mirth.

Your laugh elicits a soft chuckle from him—the first proper laugh he’s had in about a week or two.

“‘m gonna go get the rest for ya…” he pushes himself off from the counter, but his voice trails off by the end when he realizes he never asked for your name. A heartbeat passes and with one quick lookover your frame a nickname falls effortlessly from his lips.

“Tulip.”

Your heart does a little flip in your chest. You know exactly why he called you that. You were wearing denim overalls self embroidered with a multitude of small tulips adorning it in a range of colors. As if that weren’t enough tulips, you had two small pink tulip hair clips on either side of your head, pinning your hair away from your face.

“I-It’s Y/n, actually.”

“Pretty thing like you—Tulip suits ya.”

The nickname already had your heart fluttering, but the wink that followed his compliment had you weak in the knees. This man was handsome—deadly handsome. You had sworn off men for a whole year and counting—and now this man presented himself into your life tempting you to throw that oath away until it was nonexistent.

“Thank you, but you really don’t have to help with the rest um…”

“Bucky. The name's Bucky. And I don’t have to, but I want to, so don’t worry ‘bout it, Tulip.”

With an emphasis on the nickname he’s chosen for you, he makes a smooth exit, the smirk never leaving his face as he saunters back and forth from the pickup truck and carries in crate after crate for you. You distract yourself with miscellaneous tasks around your shop. Yet, your eyes drift to his form here and there greedily taking in his display of strength.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky notices, and every time he does he unknowingly straightens up his posture. Trying to make it seem as though the crates were as light as a feather.

When’s he’s all done—after ten crates in total—you’re behind the main counter, arranging a small basket of goods as he approaches you.

“That’s all of ‘em. Mind me askin’ what’s in ‘em?” Bucky motions over to the crates at his feet with a nod of his head. You present him with a basket of sweet spreads encased in decorated mason jars—the covers all distinctly patterned with different florals.

“They’re my homemade jams and honeys. As a thank you for helping me carry all those crates in here, I’m giving you one of each,” you hand him the basket and his features soften. His fingers hovering over the rim of the basket like he doesn’t believe he deserved such kindness.

“Tulip, ya really don’t have to thank me for helpin’.”

“I don’t have to, but I want to, so don’t worry about it, Bucky.”

When you echo his words from earlier and use them on him he lets out a breath of a laugh, a grin of disbelief on his face. He didn’t expect that. Having his words used against him in a good way.

He was used to the opposite of that.

You were something else and Bucky liked that. He liked that a lot. Especially the way you said his name, it sounded sweeter falling from your lips. As if his name were made out of the same sugary sweetness the goods in the basket were. It caused a stutter within his chest he wasn’t used to.

No one’s ever given Bucky butterflies this quickly–or maybe ever like this in his life.

For the next twenty minutes you both dove into small talk to get to know each other better. It started off as a pretext of a friendly conversation between two business owners, but it quickly became something more. You confirmed Bucky’s assumptions about you being a florist when you chatted away about your shop. Your outfit and the floral mosaic that decorated one of the walls—the one you told him your aunt had hand painted—was enough for him to put the pieces together. You learned that Bucky owned a bar a few blocks down, one that he ran with his childhood friends. He had served the military with a lot of them and even knew some of them since he was a young boy.

As if the leather jacket, the leather gloves, and the motorcycle parked outside wasn’t enough to tell you—he clearly was a biker. You knew as much when he had this passionate look in his eyes as he went on and on about him and his bestfriend Steve fixing up motorcycles since their high school years. He saw the same passion in your eyes when you told him the story of how your aunt had awakened your love for gardening. The very catalyst of events that led you to move into town and end up on this night here with him.

Both of you offered a part of yourselves in that conversation. An exchange that might seem small to others, but that to the both of you meant so much more. For you both had closed a part of yourselves off for quite some time.

For entirely different reasons, but with a similar outcome nonetheless.

“Let’s make a deal. I get to keep callin’ ya Tulip and you can call me for help anytime ya need it,” Bucky offers this after you explain to him that your aunt had only been visiting you and left a few days ago. Leaving you to finish up the preparations for the grand opening of your shop in a few days time.

“Tempting offer…” you start, pretending to think about it and hiding your delight at the thought. In reality, you could use the help, and seeing more of Bucky was an added bonus that was hard to refuse. You wanted to get to know him better—you couldn’t deny that—and this seemed like a perfect place to start.

Plus who were you kidding, you enjoyed being called Tulip.

“Alright deal,” your smile matches his when you agree. Bucky was in the same boat as you. Not knowing where this could go, not dwelling on what the future may hold, but certain that he wanted to spend more time with you.

Reluctantly, Bucky pulled away from the counter,“Well I gotta hit the road, the guys’ll be wonderin’ where I’ve been.” The vibrations in his pocket from his phone notifications told him as much.

You hid your disappointment behind a grateful expression,“Of course. I won’t keep you any longer. Thanks again for the help, Bucky. Let me know what you think of the spreads!”

Bucky grabbed a hold of the basket of sweets, and slowly walked backwards towards the exit as he wanted to keep his eyes on you for as long as he could. Every fiber of his being fighting to stay.

“Anytime, Tulip—and I’ll let ya know. Have a good night.”

“You too, Bucky. Drive safe!”

Bucky walked back to his Harley smiling like a teenager with a crush. His every step feeling lighter than earlier in the night. Whether he recognized it or not that day, it was all because of you. There was just something about you that was refreshing to Bucky, like the morning air after a night of heavy rain. The first rays of sunlight after a cold winter’s night. The cool breeze that brings you back to life on a hot summer’s day.

That was you.

You were the morning air, the sunlight, and the cool breeze.

He didn’t know it yet, but in due time he would.

In due time, you would be his Tulip.

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goldfades · 7 months ago

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𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "STOP IM SO HAPPY UR MAKING PAIGE X WBB MEDIA MANAGER A SERIES BC I SENT IN THE FIRST REQUEST 😽😽😽 fic with paige and reader being out and a little wasted and getting interviewed by fellow college student about their relationship and working together etc. (could end in smut if u like ;)) // inspo: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL9fH1p1/" (love you nonnie thank you for giving me the idea to make this series, ur the best mwahhhh hope you enjoyed)

─ word count | 1k

─ warnings | so much sexual tension its bad, paige being possessive (in a cutesy way!), interviewer being kinda weird/suggestive, mentions of drinking/getting high, some language, nothing else?

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal @uraesthete @hello-nah817 @wanderlusturous and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

─ ev's notes | okay so this is kinda part of the manager series (if u guys want it to be) or if u have no idea what it is, thats fine!!!! i wanted to make it a standalone cus it felt better to me that way but whichever you'd like to read it, read it!! idk why that specific tiktok is my roman empire, it's just the way she talks and EVERYTHING makes me physically so like..... obsessed i don't even know, like GODDDDD im so attracted to her

YOUR FEET HAD begun to hurt an hour ago and your entire body felt sore, though you didn't feel very tired though.

You were two and half redbull vodkas in and let's just say you were tipsy; you weren't quite drunk yet but you were definitely on the way. As you stumbled slightly through the sidewalks of the UConn campus, your only guide was Paige's hand on your waist. The combination of the alcohol and Paige's presence made everything seem surreal, like you were walking through a really good dream.

You felt giddy, that was the only way you could describe it. You were drunk, sure but mostly off of Paige's lingering touch. You were excited by it, as if every brush of her fingers against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through your body. The night air was crisp, but you hardly noticed as you leaned into her warmth, reveling in the sensation of her warmth.

Paige's laughter bubbled up beside you was infectious, pulling you deeper. You found yourself laughing along, not entirely sure what was so funny but not exactly caring either. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of you in a bubble of tipsy euphoria.

You and Paige leaned against the railing, a cup in her hand as she gazed at you while you spoke about god-knows-what, she wasn't really sure anymore. She was zoned out until she felt a tap on her shoulder, to be met with a pair of new eyes.

Her face contorted into confusion as she sat up, glancing at you then back at the stranger. "Are you Paige and Y/N?"

"Yeah, what's up?" She replied quickly as she straightened up, a forced smile on her face.

He returned the smile gratefully, "I'm a big fan, uh... can we interview you two?" The guy spoke quickly as he glanced back at his friend, who was waving awkwardly.

Paige glanced back at you with a smile of her own as she waited for your approval. You nodded slowly as you glanced back at the guys as you surveyed the surroundings. "Just be chill, okay?"

He nodded as his friend pulled out his phone as he took out his phone and began using it as a microphone. He cleared his throat as he smiled, looking at his friend to start recording.

"Who are here with today?" He spoke as he brought it up to Paige's lips, then yours.

"Paige Bueckers,"

"And uh, Y/N L/N. By the way, she's not drinking alcohol," you added with a smile as Paige laughed.

Paige nodded and gestured to her drink. "I'm drinking a shirley temple, no alcohol."

"Yeah, we don't do that around here." The guy added with a laugh as the two of you glanced at each other, holding in your laughter.

Paige grinned, her tone amused as she played. "Y/N's here to keep in check though,"

"So you guys are actually close, like outside all the sports stuff?" He glanced in between you guys, noticing the close proximity between you.

You shared a knowing look with Paige. "Oh yeah, Paige and I are practically inseparable," you replied with a grin, your voice laced with fondness.

Paige nodded as she gazed at you, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah, Y/N's my girl, on and off the court."

You couldn't help but feel warm under her unwavering gaze as you laughed and averted your gaze back to the guy who was watching you two closely.

"As in like, best friend?" He clarified as he looked back at the camera with a laugh.

"What else?" Paige replied with amusement and slight agitation as she finally broke her gaze, a small laugh leaving her lips. "Obviously,"

"How is it like working together though, if you guys are really close? If I had to spend all that time with my best friend, not sure I would make it." The interviewer joked as he glanced back at the camera.

Paige furrowed her eyebrows as she laughed. "It's not bad at all, it's really fun. We hang out a lot, we get to go on trips together and share hotel rooms, it's a blessing."

She glanced back at you with a smile as you nodded slowly, feeling yourself draw closer to her. "Yeah, it is a blessing," that was all you could get out as you watched Paige wet her lips and laugh, turning away slightly.

You were pretty sure that the interviewer had caught on to the obvious tension but you didn't care at this point, you were lost in the moment, captivated by Paige. The interviewer's words seemed to fade into the background as you found yourself drawn closer to her, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement.

"Why do you wear Paige's jersey rather than anyone else's?" He asked, his tone laced with amusement as he watched you zone back in.

Paige's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the guy, clearly getting annoyed by his stupid question. But before she could respond with a less polite answer, you did with a laugh. "I don't only wear her jersey, it was one time and it was because it was her first game back after her injury."

Paige's expression softened as she nodded in agreement, her irritation dissipating. "Yeah, it meant a lot to me to see her wearing my jersey that day."

The interviewer nodded before he glanced back at the camera before to you two again. "Okay, okay. Last question, do you think you could beat me in a 1v1?"

"Absolutely," Paige replied with a laugh as she grabbed your arm and pulled you away, beginning to walk off before the interviewer kept talking.

"Okay bet, whoever wins gets to take Y/N out," he called out, his tone playful as he flashed a smirk toward the camera.

Paige turned around to give him the nastiest glare of all time as she kept walking forward. "I already do that, bro."

You stifled a laugh at Paige's quick retort, her playful possessiveness bringing a warmth to your cheeks. The interviewer's eyes widened in surprise at Paige's response, clearly caught off guard by her boldness as he laughed, turning back to the camera.

You two just walked off as Paige's hand moved down back to your waist as you continued on your way. Despite the slightly heated exchange, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in your chest at Paige's possessiveness.

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cam 🎀 | this has to be their hard launch or something cus DAMN😭 ♡ 792

↳ user893492948493 | ngl i can't even deny it anymore and i was the biggest anti paige and y/n person OUT THERE

↳ lily :p | "my girl" 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Jake | is it just me or does paige like girls? ♡ 701

↳ ella :) | ????? yeah????

↳ Jake | this is news to me uhh

lovergirl <3 | okay what about sharin hotel rooms now... ♡ 432

ZM | bro why would u say that 😭😭😭 in front of PAIGE BUECKERS 😭😭 ♡ 1.1k

✌🏼💥💁🏻‍♀️ | am i interrupting something... 😰 ♡ 994

cailey ☀️ | okay who is y/n whats her instagram where does she go who is she is she dating anyone wow shes beautiful ♡ 2k

↳ 💯💯 | everyones collective reaction when they first see y/n

↳ cailey ☀️ | going through a rabbit hole rn brb, she's so pretty what 😭

↳ #1 swiftie 💍 | cailey watch out girl ur on paige's watchlist now....

🤗🤗 | the damn tension in air damn im not even y/n and i feel hot ♡ 118

Thomas W | they are both drunk as hell bro what is up with the laughing 😭 ♡ 1.2k

user83948928932 | bro met y/n l/n and paige bueckers and continued to ask the worst questions of all time ♡ 591

↳ uconn luvr | and paige was good with the comebacks like okayyy baee protect ur girl!!

↳ 💥 bow | they are not dating, can two girls just be friends anymore?

↳ uconn luvr | she literally calls her "my girl" in like the first 2 seconds of the video

Isabelle Reece ✨ | paige was too quick w that reply to just be "best friends" with her 💀 ♡ 903

↳ ur fav aries | bro i know she was smooth with it too like💁🏻‍♀️

y/n's bitch 💙 | idk who i wanna be more y/n or paige ♡ 252

↳ mikey 🤑 | theyre both so hot

↳ 🧚‍♀️ | mike ima have sit you down for this...

↳ taylor! | ohh... thats not...

Chris | shes cooking you respectfully ♡ 1k

i 💙 uconn wbb | if this doesn't prove y/n and paige are together idk what will

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part 2?? cus i lowk wanna write smut for this now... lmk

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inuhalfdemon · 5 months ago

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Imagine you are a new resident to the Hazbin Hotel. You majored in zoology when you were alive so when you meet Alastor you can't help but make him uncomfortable...Part 6.5

Y/N: In summary, Science Explains: Why DUCKS Are Better Than Deer because..

Alastor: *one of his eyelids began twitching 10 minutes ago, and it has only progressively gotten worse*

Y/N: A deer's field of view generally ranges up to 310 degrees around itself in a standing position...a duck's field of view can reach up to a complete 360 degrees surrounding; Deer - impressively - can run up to speeds of 35 mph when trying to evade predators... ducks - more impressively - can reach speeds of 50 mph while in flight. Ducks can dive underwater up to depths of over 40 ft., and can stay underwater for as long as a full minute! Deer cannot...; Ducks are uncontestedly better swimmers...; and, based off of a self-conducted survey I held at this hotel, duck's are found to be about 89% likeable than deer as a general opinion.

Vaggie: *aloud* To be fair...I did not understand the context to the question...or any of the consequences.

Y/N: This concludes my presentation.

Charlie: That was the very important meeting!? DAD!?

Lucifer: Oh, ho ho - I don't know about you guys...but, I learned a lot today. Anyone else in the mood for scones!? *goes to walk away, but Alastor stops him with a lifted tentacle*

*Angel, Husk and Cherri all quickly move from their seats and join Y/N*

Alastor: Waste my time again with such trivial matters, and I will kick your ass. *the tentacle lowers and Alastor slips away into shadow.*

Cherri: Well, fuck mates...that almost got intense.

Y/N: You know, a deer would very easily defeat a duck in a fight. They possess a kick that hits somewhere around 700 lb. per square inch... don't tell Alastor I said that though. I'm currently Team Lucifer.

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Part 6 : Part 7

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diejager · 6 months ago

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could you maybe do more of the Phoenix series or is that discontinued? But if you're still working on it can you maybe do something like monster TF 141 use hunter as a heater? Ik if it doesn't make any sense but like monster TF 141 are on a mission and its horribly cold and they're actually cold so hunter just walks up and turns into a phoenix? and just starts heating up the room 141 is in. idk I just have had this idea in my head for a while

Cw: human heating, tell me if I missed any. Note: Nope! It’s still on going, well, at least the original Au of the Phoenix hybrid!reader spinoff.

“I’ll have a bloody word with the tosser who sent us here,” Soap hissed, body wracked with tremors as he breathed into his mittened hands, hoping that the small bit of heat would warm him just a bit more than the failing heating system of their Siberian safehouse.

They had planed to rest and warm up their temporary residence while Price took Ghost and you to survey the area, all warmly covered but mostly immune to such cold temperature. A dragon rarely needed anything other than the beating fire in their heart, kindled and powerful; a wraith, long since dead, had no worry about feeling cold or warm, only hunger and anger; and a phoenix, whose body was stuck in a perpetual cycle of life and death, had no fear of being cold when they were an embodiment of life’s fire.

It was only natural that Price took the only people who could withstand the harshness of Siberia for a long and careful inspection when the others would freeze and shake in their thick boots and warm coats. They safehouse looked old, surfaces covered in a thin layer of dust, shelves filled with canned food - both expired and unexpired- and walls and floors as frozen as the loud winds blowing against the thick windows. It wasn’t much of a surprise that something would malfunction, the soviet era building left to appear rotten and forgotten to fit it’s intended use, and it seemed to lack any sort of upkeep.

“We’re freezing our arses off in here!” Soap growled out, leaning closer to Gaz’s side to steal more warmth from under his wing, the soft feathers all ruffled, “Can’t even-”

Crunch

The two perked up, hands immediately reaching for their weapons, bodies tense and ready for a fire fight until your head popped in, huffing about the melted snow soaking your clothes. They jumped to their feet, running to your side for a lick of warmth that oozed off your skin. You froze at the grabbing hands, pulling you to the cold sofa and pushed under a mass of groaning and moaning bodies, happily soaking in your fire.

“Let me- ” you squirmed between them, shuffling out from under them to stretch your arms and back.

The four watched your neck crack with a wince, flames erupting from your feet, wild and bright embers licking at your skin until it engulfed you in a fiery blaze. It was both too hot to touch and too strong to approach, a fire that would threaten to burn if they touched you. It worked to protect you from an early death while you shifted into the majestic bird you were, a gentle flame in the form of orange and yellow feathers, softer than any silk and warmer than any suns.

In your place stood a phoenix, lashes fluttering while your flapped your wings, stretched backwards to scratch the itch from the lack of use. You cooed, preening under their awed expressions before you flew back in your prior position, body heat growing hotter and hotter, strong enough to warm up the entire room.

“Thank you, Hunter,” Gaz smiled at you, a sweet and grateful grin that made your feathers shyly ruffle up.

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bullet-prooflove · 7 months ago

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The Last Time: Jack Reacher x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @castle-of-ruin @baconeggndcheez @alishageorgia @hal3ynicol3

It’s past midnight and the stars are twinkling up in the sky as you and Reacher lie on a sleeping bag in the woodland near your house staring up on them. The trees rustle in the light breeze, the sounds of the forest a peaceful rendition.

Reacher’s fingers threaded through yours. The flames from the campfire illuminating his features, highlighting the freckles on his face. He’s more weather worn than you last time you saw him, his cheeks are grizzled, his skin a little more tan. He usually stops by every couple of months, shares your bed, walks your dog before he takes off again. He’s a nomad at heart, he always has been.

“This has to be the last time.” He says finally, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “I can’t keep coming back here.”

You don’t say anything, not when he squeezes your hand just that little bit tighter or when he turns his head to survey your expression.

You know what the problem is.

Reacher is starting to settle.

His visits have been more frequent over the past year, he stays for longer, starts keeping things at your place. Nothing more than a couple of pairs of boxers and a t-shirt but they’re still there, still his. It’s the biggest commitment he’s made since retiring from the Army.

The man you first met arrived with only the clothes on his back, he didn’t need anything else and now he has a drawer in your dresser and his own mug in your cupboard.

“Is that why you insisted we camp underneath the stars tonight?” You ask him quietly. “You wanted it to be special?”

“Something like that.” He tells you, his voice a little rough. The time you have together is incredibly meaningful to him, you’re the closest he’s been to another person in years which is why he has to let you go. He can’t afford to have any attachments, not with the way he attracts trouble.

He rolls onto his side, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he looks into your eyes.

“I want you to remember me.” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours. “Remember all the good we had together.”

He makes love to you that night, under the stars, the light of the campfire bathing your bare skin as he drives you to the pinnacle of release before he pulls you away again. He wants to keep you in freefall for as long as possible, to prolong the experience because Reacher, he isn’t ready for this to end, no matter what he tells you.

Your thighs clench around his hips, drawing him deeper. You can feel that climax building inside of you again, each wave washing over you, drowning you. Reacher’s hand comes to rest on your jaw, guiding your mouth back to his. He needs you to be immersed in him when you come, consumed completely because this is the memory he wants to leave you with, him loving you with everything he has.

He feels the exact moment the ecstasy hits you, you grip his dick so fucking tightly that you take him over the edge with you, his release spilling deep inside. He still doesn’t stop, he fucks it deeper, kissing you, touching you because Reacher, he’s not ready for it to be over, not yet.

“Jack…” You say quietly, your fingers threading through his hair as he buries his face into the curve of your throat. “This doesn’t have to be goodbye.”

But it does because Reacher, he can’t the thought of losing you and that’s exactly what’s going to happen if he stays.

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skzdust · 27 days ago

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Chan's Throne

Kinktober Day 31: Free space

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

So I've done Kinktober very sporadically... but this is my fic for the free space day! Chan on a throne... ugh this picture had me so inspired. Huge thank you to @palindrome969 for the "king Chan" comment too hehehe, and for beta reading. Enjoy!

Summary: King Chan fucks you on his throne.

Pairing: King! Bang Chan x afab reader

Includes: riding, oral (m recieving), Minho appearance, "baby", "good girl"

Word count: 800

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“Mm, yeah.” Chan sighed. “That’s it, baby.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on his cock, heavy on your tongue as you leaned against the bottom of his throne. You sucked on the head a little, and he moaned. “God, baby, so good.”

“Your Highness?” You breathed, pulling back a little and opening your eyes.

His hand gently ran through your hair. “Yeah?”

You leaned into the touch. “I wanna ride you.”

“Ride me?” Chan lifted his eyebrows. “On my throne?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Fuck.” He mumbled, his hand tugging gently on your hair. “Say please?”

You whined. “Please.”

He smiled. “You always beg so pretty. Yes, you can ride me, hard.”

“Thank you, your highness.” You lifted up your skirt, which Chan had specifically requested you not wear anything underneath, and climbed onto his lap, facing him.

His hand found its way behind your neck, his fingers rubbing little circles into your scalp. You closed your eyes, and he pulled your mouth to his.

The kiss was deep, and Chan quickly made it fiery, biting at your bottom lip with rough teeth. You opened your mouth to moan, and his tongue quickly found its way in, pushing at yours, pushing you.

At the same time, he reached under your skirt, running his hands along your thighs as you shuddered and whined before he pushed two fingers inside of you. You sighed, the penetration felt good, but you needed more.

You needed him.

He interpreted that sigh correctly, and pulled back with a low laugh. “Does my baby want my cock in that wet little hole?”

You nodded, putting on big eyes and biting your lip just a little bit. You didn’t want to overdo it. “Yes, your highness.”

“Good,” He murmured. “Good.” He took his fingers out, wiping them on your thigh, before resting both of his hands casually on the arms of the throne. “I told you you could ride me, I want to see you get to work.”

You swallowed, your whole body on fire. “Yes, your highness.”

You lined yourself up with him, and after a few tries, his unfairly large cock slid into you. It felt like it might push into your lungs as you seated yourself properly on his lap. You braced your hands on his shoulders and began to bounce up and down, fucking yourself on him, pushing the air out of you with every thrust.

“Perfect.” He mumbled. That, the slight blush on his cheeks, and the way his eyes hungrily surveyed your body were the only signs he was affected by your actions.

And that just made it hotter. It felt so dirty to be fucking on the throne, Chan’s throne, the seat from which he ruled the kingdom. Hell, it was still within his work day, this had just been the most convenient place to sneak away to after his meeting.

There was a loud knock, and you looked over your shoulder, your breath catching in your throat as the large door to the throne room swung open.

Chan grabbed your chin and pulled it towards him, although his eyes were on the door. “Eyes on me, baby.” Louder, he said, “Minho! What brings you in?”

Minho, Chan’s top advisor on matters of foreign relations, probably wouldn’t interrupt if it wasn’t important. You stopped moving and tried to look back again, but Chan’s grip on your chin tightened. “I didn’t say to stop.”

You slowly began to rock back and forth on his cock again as Minho started to explain something about another nation and a trade pact they were proposing.

“One moment, Minho.” Chan interrupted him. He pulled your head close to his, growling in your ear. “I said hard.”

You whined involuntarily and obeyed his order, going faster.

“Apologies, please go on.”

Minho kept going, and you kept going, the whole time drawing closer and closer to orgasm. “Please, your highness, Chan, can I cum?”

“No.” He said dismissively. “Go on, Minho.”

“I can come back later.” Minho said awkwardly.

“No. I want you to watch her lose it.”

You could hear the smirk in Minho’s voice. “I’m not about to complain at that offer.”

Chan muttered in your ear, “Would you like that, baby? For Minho to watch you edge yourself on my cock?”

You nodded, the thought almost enough to send you over the edge.

Almost.

You stopped moving right as you reached the edge of your climax.

“Good girl.” Chan praised. “Minho, tell her she’s a good girl.”

You heard Minho take a step on the polished floor. “Can I—”

“Go ahead.”

Minho gently pulled your face to look at him. You were teary from the lost orgasm, your face red and slightly sweaty.

“Beautiful.” Minho said, then looked to Chan. “Yeah, she’s a good girl. Let her cum this time.”

Chan smiled. “We’ll see.” He looked back at you. “Again, I didn’t say you could stop.”

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dreamingkitsunewrites · 2 months ago

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🖤Needy! CHOSO at the Cinema 🎥

A/N: hey there I'm back! It's finally here... Here's the winner of the survey to all of my Choso's girlies!😏 Sorry it took sooo long:( The other Nanami's works (❤️‍🔥Colleague! Nanami series and 🎧 When I was your Man oneshot will be published soon- please bear with me 😅). As usual, comments and opinions are appreciated. Hope you'll like it.-KAT🦊

TAGLIST: @lemonlimecrystal-blog @lordbelkamort @viviennevianna (Shout out to my dearest readers ❤️) (Bridgerton me enters the chat 😅)

⚠️Smut/Nsfw content ahead (MDNI); roughly proofread

Summary : fluffy/needy boyfriend Choso at the cinema.

You and Choso have been dating for a while now and you could have never imagined such a sweet person as Choso could exist… he makes you feel special every single day and he enjoys spending time with you above anything else in the world.

One thing about Choso is that he enjoys watching movies… you can say this has become his favourite hobby since he started figuring human habits out…

Since the beginning of your relationship, your typical perfect Saturday dates consisted in staying in, curled up on the couch or in his bed, watching movies and cuddling for the whole afternoon.

Choso always starts holding you in his arms right at the beginning of the film,with your head laying on his chest and your feet entwined…but nine times out of ten, you two somehow manage to toss and shift until you end up in the same starting position…except that as the (titoli di coda) appear on the screen, it was always Choso the one looking up to you with puppy eyes while laying on your chest! He likes to cuddle you while the scenes develop in front of you: his hands instinctively roam along your skin, mindlessly caressing every inch with reverence… his hands always find their way under your shirt, tracing your spine softly, caressing your stomach so gently…and typically, it doesn't take long for him to give in to the temptation of your perky tits, usually freed from the constriction of your bra in those moments of intimacy … he simply can't take his hands to himself when it comes to your boobies, his favourite part of your body: the first time it happened, you two were alone in his room, watching one of his favourite classics, Back to the Future, and his cold hands slowly made their upwards to your chest under your shirt, making you whimper at the sudden cold feeling. You looked at him with a soft smile, but ended up chuckling amused by his feigned nonchalance, betrayed by the subtle bobbing of his Adam’s apple. He was afraid you wouldn't appreciate his touch, he feared it was too early, after all you two had been dating for barely weeks back then…but still he couldn't help it, the sight of your perked nipples showing under the soft fabric of the oversized shirt you borrowed from him made his hands twitch in anticipation…as you caught him he suddenly stopped, blushing and murmuring an excuse while avoiding your eyes, but you took his face in your hands and encouraged him to carry on with his caresses, assuring him that it completely ok for you, he was your boyfriend now and that's what boyfriends do sometimes…his eyes lit up with the familiar spark of cuteness and devotion you have learned to recognize and from that moment on, that cute intimate gesture of him has become an unmissable part of your cosy Saturday afternoons.

At times, Yuji joins you both, adding tons of snacks and cheerful comments to your comfy dates…even on those occasions, Choso struggles to keep his hands in place, resulting in him blushing noticeably behind you on the couch, while shyly giving a soft squeeze to your boobs, hidden under the shield of the blankets. You always giggled at his reaction, fluttered by the way your boyfriend’s love language always included his innocent obsession for your chest.

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This afternoon though, Yuji came up with a slightly different idea: he suggested the three of you, along with Megumi, Nobara, Todo and Ino should go to the cinema, way too excited for the brand new comedy everyone talked about…

You and Choso accepted the invitation and now, after a long stop at the snacks bar outside the movie hall, you sit next to each other, holding hands while sharing a bucket of popcorn.

The lights go down and the movie begins: the movie is very entertaining and you end up laughing at the comic scenes in front of you, along with Yuji and the others. Choso keeps on holding your hand and observes the way your eyes light up with a spark of amusement he still notices in the darkness of the hall. His gaze lingers on the curve of your stretched neck, as you tilt your head back slightly in amusement… he finds this sight of you irresistible and he can't resist pulling you closer to him anymore: his hand let go of yours for a second and find its way to your waist, encouraging you to shift closer to him and to sit on his lap, with a warm smile, reverend smile. You silently peck his lips in return and feel his arms circling your waist in a tender gesture, before you could shift your attention back to the movie.

There is something about this situation that makes him feel tingly: you two have already been to the cinema before, but this time it feels different…now that he has you all for himself sitting on his lap, he can't contain his need for Pda anymore. Choso feels so cuddly and needy of your attention that he definitely can't stop looking at you, his beautiful girlfriend, with a lost-puppy-eyed expression.

Choso notices how attentive you look while following the movie’s sequences in front of you and he tries his best not to disturb you, leaning back in his chair and attempting to emulate your attention towards the movie but in vain. He tries forcing his eyes on the big screen, he really does, but his resolve crumbles everytime the soft lights of the projection cast shadows on your beautiful profile, enhancing your delicate features: at this point, Choso’s gaze starts flickering in your direction every now and then, stealing sweet glances at your smiley face and landing on the side silhouette of your breasts, faintly lit by the fair light in the midst of the intimate darkness.

He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly feeling dry as his eyes linger on your chest. He can feel the heat rising in his face from both embarrassment and desire.

He swallows hard while his grip on the armrest tightens…he knows he should behave but the sight of your perky boobs and the memory of the soft flesh under his touch is too much for him to bear…

So, as the movie plays on, Choso's hands begin to move, almost unconsciously, slipping under your tank top. You are taken aback by the sudden intrusion of his hands under your shirt and you whimper slightly. His touch is gentle as usual, but you can feel a hint trembling trepidation in the way his fingers glid slowly over your skin, tracing light circles and exploring the smoothness of your stomach and back.

You turn to him and smile softly at his red-cheeked expression: He tries his best to keep a stoic expression, his eyes still fixed on the movie screen, but his breath hitches slightly, and his heart rate quickens as he continues to caress your skin beneath your shirt.

He leans in closer as if seeking more contact, his breath hot and ragged against the side of your neck, the movie long forgotten, as his touch grows more and more daring: his fingers start grazing along the edge of your bra. His heart is racing, the desire growing undeniable, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the side of your neck.

“Baby… you feel so good under my hands, your skin is so soft…” he murmurs shyly against your neck.

“Oh Cho…you are so sweet” you giggle “but we’re at the cinema right now…someone might see you” you scold him playfully, placing a hand on his wandering one.

“I know baby and I'm so sorry ....but you look so beautiful now…how can I be so lucky to have you all for myself?” He says softly and leaves an open-mouthed kiss at the base of your neck. “Please let me touch you…I need that” he looks at you with those puppy eyes and your heart melts… “ok…seems like someone's cuddly today…”

He blushes as you kiss his forehead and lean closer to him, giving him better access to your body. His hands continued to explore, one sliding up along your spine, sending another shiver down your back as he traced the edge of your bra again. You whimper as you feel his hands cupping your breasts through the fabric of your bra, his touch almost desperate as his hands trace its lace …you try to concentrate on the film but it gets so damn difficult with him fidgeting with the edge of your underwear.

“Cho…what are you doing?” You distractedly whisper to him, completely engrossed in the movie as you are. He leans in even closer, his body now fully pressed against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your ear as his hands grow bolder, more insistent in their touch. He stops for a second, fighting his urges to feel your bare breasts in his hands, but his hands quickly move again, carefully slipping beneath the lace of your bra,his fingertips grazing your soft skin as he palmed the swell of your mounds. Feeling the warmth radiating from them, Choso have to bite his lip to stifle a moan.

He whimpers softly as he fondles your bare breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers over and over again. You feel heat in between your thighs as he pinches and tugs desperately, sending shivers down your spine. But Choso continues to knead and tease your nipples, his own arousal growing more insistent with each touch. You shift in your seat and you stiffen when you feel his hips grinding subtly against your thigh, his erection straining against the fabric of your clothes. You turn to face him and let out a moaned whisper: “Cho?”

"Mmm, I’m sorry,yn..but your boobies are perfect…I can't stop thinking about your nipples, how hard they get under my touch…and now…” he stops and blushes deeply “I need you so badly…I’ve been hard for half of the movie but I didn't want to disturb you…you seemed so caught up by the plot" he breathes against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “But I can't take it anymore now…it's so hard it hurts” he admits shyly, grinding his hips insistently against you to make you feel his aching needy cock. “Please…can we leave for a sec…I swear it won't take long…I feel like I am already about to explode but I need your help…now…please…” he lets out a strangled groan when his cock brushes against the fabric of your skirt. You feel powerful right now, amazed by the power you have on your pretty boyfriend, all needy and wrapped around your fingers. You decide to tease him a little more.

“Poor Cho…you’ve been this hard for all of this time?” You place a hand on his crotch and he whimpers like a boy at the touch, nodding his head while biting his lower lip. “Please…can we go to the bathroom?”

You smile softly at him and nod. Without hesitation, he stands up abruptly, nearly knocking over the popcorn bucket in his haste to enjoy of your consent. Choso grabs your wrist, yanking you up and leading you towards the exit, almost stumbling over the dimly-lit treads of the hall.

Once inside, you enter a lavatory and lock the door behind you. His breath is ragged and he just stands in front of you whispering embarrassed words of apology. He looks so cute, all flushed and needy, with his big bulge straining in his pants.

You place your index on his lips, shushing him: “ No need to apologize baby, that movie is not even half as entertaining as seeing you like this…now shut up and let me take care of you…tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you” you encourage him, looking straight into his eyes. Your hands find their way under his shirt now, caressing his toned abdomen and heading downwards, tracing his V-line with feathers like touches. He tilts his head back under his touch, lleaning against the bathroom door, and lets out a shaky sigh: “I’ll accept…ngh…Whatever you’re willing to give me… your hands, your mouth…just please… let me cum…I can’t hold back anymore…I need to feel you” he sounds desperate right now, as you free his throbbing shaft from the constraint of his pants. It springs out, long and thick, already leaking a copious amount of pre-cum from the swollen pink tip.

You look up to him through your eyelashes, giving him a Bambi-like innocent look: “Want me to get on my knees for you and suck you off, baby? Would you like that?” Choso's eyes widen at the suggestion, melting in front of your sweet eyes as he lets out another deep, shaky exhale. "Oh god, yes... Please, Yn. I need your pretty mouth wrapped around me so badly… Please” His pupils are now dilated with lust, while he lets out desperate pleas.

You drop on your knees in front of him, taking his big cock deep inside your mouth without warning. “Fuck yes, YN!" Choso moaned loudly, practically panting with need. You burst out in a spontaneous laugh against his tip, tickling it and sending waves of pleasure throughout his whole being. He has to hold on to the doorknob at the sensation not to cum all over your face right here and there.

“We have to be quiet,Cho…people are just outside this door, anyone could walk in on us at any moment…will you be quiet for me,baby?”

He blushes even more deeply, and you wonder if this is the most flustered state you have ever seen your boyfriend in: "I promise I'll be quiet. For you, I'll do anything. Please don't tease…or I won't hold back…I’m about to explode on your face…ahh baby…Imma cum all over your beautiful face...I wish I could see you all covered in my cum…but I don't wanna ruin your makeup" he whispers, his voice husky with need, "I’m about to make a mess… please continue” his hips jerks forward, burning his cock inside your mouth and deepthroating you, pushing his long shaft deep down your throat. You gag slightly at the sensation, and tears form at the corner of your eyes, but you endure it and soon adjust to the constricting feeling.

“Sorry, baby…” he lets out a strangled apology while desperately buckling his hips back and forth, the thrill of finally feeling his realise approaching blinding his senses, he rocks his hips uncontrollably fast into your mouth, letting the door behind him creek at every thrust “ I know it's a lot to take…but your mouth is so warm…so welcoming…ohhh…I’m going to cum… ohhh..your lips…fuck…you take me so well…I can't hold back…I need to fuck your mouth so bad…” even in the midst of his chase for lust, he is still the sweet boyfriend he is: his hands cups your cheeks gently as he starts to thrust more forcefully, hitting the back of your throat with each stroke. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, dripping down your chin and adding to the slickness already coating your lips and tongue.

"Sorry I’m making such a mess…ohhhh I can't help it... You turn me sooo on… promise I’ll clean you up after…” he murmurs breathlessly, his balls drawing up tight against his body. "I'm getting close... don't stop, please." You clench your lips around his tip, sucking hard and swirling your tongue around him, obtaining a series of muffled little moans.

Choso's thrusts become erratic as he nears the edge, his cock pulsing in your mouth. With a final, guttural moan, he comes undone, spilling a wave of his hot seed down your throat in thick, creamy ropes. "Fuck, YN! Yes! Swallow it all please!" he cries out, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

As he comes down from his high, he looks down at you with a satisfied, loving gaze. “Thank you so much…you were amazing…sorry if my control slipped…” he says softly, blushing and caressing your cheeks while you still caress his finally softening cock…he helps you stand up and kisses you sweetly, tasting the the salty lingers of his cum on your tongue. “ You swallowed it all…” he exclaimed, staring at your lips in awe. “Couldn't waste a drop of it…you looked so hot” you smirk at him and he feels his cock twitch in his pants once again

“As soon as the movie’s over I’ll take you home and take care of you too…I’ll eat you out for good and I’ll make sure you cum as hard as I did now” he rushes a trail of promises to you and you can read it in his eyes: in this moment, he would you the whole world. You peck his lips smiling. “Let’s get out of here first…before the others notice we’ve disappeared” you take his hand in yours and make your way out of the bathroom.

Indeed,the movie has already ended and Yuji and the others are already chatting at the gates: “Oh, here you are where have you been?” You are greeted by Yuji’s clueless smile and Choso feels a midst of embarrassment and arousal at his innocent remark. “the guys and I were thinking before: what about grabbing dinner together?” You are about to answer but you are cut off by an unusually excited Choso: “Sorry little bro, YN and I already have an…appointment…to attend…we are already in a rush by the way… see you tomorrow and enjoying your evening, guys!” He rushes an excuse before dragging you out the building. You laugh into the cool evening air …you were up for a long night!

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milkloafy · 3 months ago

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TALES OF TEYVAT — PROLOGUE

after years and years of working at your soul-crushing nine to five, you reach your breaking point. while taking a walk to calm yourself down, you see a mysterious ad about a new job opening for a farmer— land and cottage included with no fee. wishing for change, you take a chance and follow the flyer's instructions, despite having no prior farming knowledge... it leads you the small town of teyvat where you meet a handful of charming and interesting individuals. can you learn to find the beauty in life once more? and maybe fall in love along the way...

taglist: @giamee @indarius @lybrin09

wc: ~1.0k

a/n: HOWDYYY i’m so excited to share the intro/prologue of this series with u all !! :3 this is already making me hyped for ayato’s route ahdkkakd but i think that’ll be the last one :> diluc route should be posted next week !!! i hope y’all enjoy and get immersed in the small town of teyvat hehe

“Do you really believe this will work?”

The Teyvat Commissioner sighed, but a hopeful look remained on his face. “I can’t be certain, Thoma. But the town of Teyvat was once self-sufficient an abundant with life.” Ayato paused, glancing down at the stack of papers on his desk. “If we are able to revitalize the farmland, we should grow less reliant on Celestia for our basic daily needs.”

Thoma’s expression soured at the mere mention of Celestia. “I have faith that our Commissioner made the right decision.”

Ayato smiled fondly at his retainer, delighted that even his most peculiar of plans would certainly have at least one supporter. “It seems we will find out soon. Come, let us attempt to tidy up the new farmer’s lodgings before they arrive.”

The first thing you noticed the moment you stepped food onto Teyvat was how quaint the town was.

Compared to the city you were from that was filled to the brim with skyscrapers and dreary highways, Teyvat was quite small. As you surveyed the land, you felt as if you would be able to traverse its perimeters by foot in less than day if you truly wanted.

It would certainly be different from what you were used to…

You smiled widely as realization sunk in that this place would, in fact, be completely different from what you knew. And that sounded perfect. It was exactly what you wanted, after all.

As soon as you took your first breath of fresh air, you spotted a man with beautiful blue hair and all-white attire approaching to greet you upon arrival.

“Welcome to Teyvat!” he said warmly. “I’m Ayato, the Commissioner of this town and the one who put up the advertisement. You must be the new…farmer?”

Ayato faltered as he noticed your attire. You were in a corduroy overall dress with shiny, black Mary Janes and white socks with a lace trim around them. You didn’t have much experience in farming—you worked an office job all your life. What experience could you possibly have gathered? But based on the photos you saw online, you were certain you at least captured the look and style correctly.

The bows and frills were just a fun addition.

“Nice to meet you, Ayato,” you greeted easily, a bright smile on your face. “I’m Y/N, the new farmer.”

A hint of doubt flashed across his face but he covered it up with a disarming smile—one that melted away any concerns you might have had. “Teyvat is honored to have you. I am most pleased that you are here. Do you have much farming experience?”

“I own two houseplants! I’ve kept them alive for almost three months now.”

He blinked, a smile still plastered across his mouth as you noticed the color draining from his cheeks. Ayato managed to choke out, “That is quite a remarkable feat.”

You laughed at his forced optimism, deciding to finally take him out of his misery. “I’m only kidding, Ayato. I’m aware owning houseplants does not equate to practicable farming experience.”

Relief washed over him as he shared your amusement. “Oh, thank the gods! So, you do have experience taking care of farmland?”

“No.”

If grief was a person, you figured it would look exactly like Ayato did in this moment.

“But,” you continued cheekily, “I did enjoy growing some potatoes and herbs out on the balcony of my apartment. It’s not much, but I am determined to apply that minimal knowledge to this land of much grander scale. Plus, I have the Internet at my fingertips. I can search any questions I may have online!”

You giggled to yourself when he nodded in agreement. It seemed he wholeheartedly believed your spiel.

“Thought, if I may offer one small suggestion?” you said sheepishly.

Ayato raised his brow, but allowed you to continue.

“Perhaps you should request a resume or curriculum vitae of sorts before hiring someone.”

The dignified man in front of you broke out into laughter and, somehow, you found him to be even more attractive that way.

“I suppose life is full of lessons,” he sighed, but there was teasing lift to his lips. “Truly, I believe you will do just fine as our new farmer. At the very least, I’m certain you will get along with the other residents here, if nothing else.”

If they were anything like the Commissioner, you were certain he would be right.

“Now, follow me to your new home.”

“Gladly!”

“After, I shall take you around the town to help introduce you to everyone. I understand adjusting to a new life may take some time, but I am here to help in any way that I can.”

The look in his eyes were so intense and earnest, you found yourself fighting not to break his gaze and stare down at your feet.

Clearing your throat, you fought away your bashfulness and said, “Lead the way, venerable Commissioner.”

Ayato shook his head at your teasing, the corner of his eyes crinkled with amusement. “The townsfolk will most certainly love you. I hope you enjoy your new life here in Teyvat, Y/N.”

You exchanged warm smiles with the Ayato, realizing that in just these few moments with him, you were already enjoying yourself more than you could have ever expected.

“To new beginnings!” you cheered.

“New beginnings, and falling in love with life,” he added knowingly.

As you followed Ayato over to your new house—your new farm—you allowed yourself to close your eyes for just one moment. You heard the steady rush of the nearby waters and felt the wind toss your hair around. Breathing in deeply, you reveled in the scent of the woodsy, fresh air.

Teyvat was a new world, the polar opposite of the big city you once knew, and you were excited for the opportunity to experience life here at its fullest.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #zhongli x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin fluff

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duckduckgoose-surveys · 1 month ago

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The Magnus protocol 2024 Survey Results

And after a few weeks, the results are out! Thank you so much to everyone who took this survey!

#survey results #themagnusprotocolsurvey2024 #the magnus protocol #Taglist will be posted tommorow! because i am eepy rn #tmp #tmapg

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 4 months ago

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Reluctant Partners (Part 1) | #LeviMonth2024 Two-Shot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.8k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, captain!reader, rivals to lovers, my attempt to fit a slowburn trope into a single piece!!!!!, sfw in this part but following-up with nsfw tomorrow ✧ comments ➼ levi month entry for august 1! this got too long, so i'm splitting it into two parts and will post part 2 tomorrow! part 2 will be spicy, just a heads up 👀 ✧ join my levi month taglist here!

{{August 2 (Pre-Canon: First Time Part 2) }} Masterlist

Levi Ackerman was the worst person to partner up with. He was the best at what he did, which made it difficult to feel like you were contributing anything when you were paired up with him. While he never went out of his way to make you feel like shit, it certainly didn't help that he'd take the lead and charge headfirst into a hoard of Titans on his own without bothering to listen to your protests.

It had always been this way. You were originally a recruit that was on his squad, and he seemed to have been a particular dick to you from the start. He was tough and honest with all of his recruits, but you seemed to get underneath his skin regularly, and you couldn't quite figure out why. It seemed like he was trying everything he could to hold you at arm's length, which made working with him in life-or-death situations extremely difficult, especially after a particularly close call that you had run into in which he had to scoop your ass out of trouble last minute.

You had eventually got promoted to lead your own squad, but Levi's attitude towards you only got worse instead of better. That, in addition to the fact that you developed your own beef with Levi, led to the two of you being rivals ever since.

You recalled the horror on your face when you read the upcoming assignments, seeing that you were paired up with Levi on a two-week mission outside Wall Rose to scout for a new base. A part of you was tempted to storm into Erwin's office and try to figure out what was going on through your commander's head by pairing you together.

You found out about that mission nearly a month ago, and you had been dreading it every day since due to the fact that you'd be alone with him for two entire weeks. Not only was he insufferable, but you also had to deal with the odd and annoying heat that was building up within you whenever he was around.

It was more obvious as a recruit, but you had always assumed it was due to being nervous around Levi since he was well-known as Humanity's Strongest, and you were just a recruit that barely got started with the Survey Corps. After you got promoted, you assumed the heat was due to your anger and frustration from being around him and his aloof behavior.

However, you knew the reality deep down, even if you were reluctant to admit it on the surface. The two of you couldn't stand each other, but found yourselves reluctantly attracted to one another.

You weren't venturing too far from the Walls, so the Titan threat shouldn't have been anything the two of you couldn't handle, especially once the sun set. Your destination was a castle that the Survey Corps had previously used as a base before Wall Maria fell. Your goal was to secure it so that the rest of the group could head here to prepare for their next expedition into the forest.

The castle itself was a mess. It needed a few hours of dusting, but it at least still functioned as a base, with even some spare beds being available. By the time you were finally done making it at least somewhat habitable, the sun had already gone down.

The candlelight was dim, and the flames were dancing off the walls, but it provided you enough light to be able to see without attracting too much attention from the outside. You were in a high enough area that an ambush by the Titans would be hard to miss, even if you were dead asleep.

"You take the bed by the door. You'd be too obvious of a target."

You looked over your shoulder and saw Levi leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, shooting him a scowl in retaliation for his comment.

"...relax," you said dismissively, knowing that his concern was regarding the not-so-slim possibility that you could get snatched by a Titan, or at least attract the attention of one. "The sun's gone down. They should be sedentary until morning."

You heard a quiet "tsk" come from underneath his breath, raising your eyebrow as he approached you.

"That's based on what we know from four-eyes," Levi noted. "With our luck, we'll be the ones to run into Titans that can suddenly move around in the night."

As annoying as it was, he did have a point. You barely knew anything about the Titans other than the few successful tests that Hange had been able to conduct on any that you were able to capture alive.

"Okay, well if you get grabbed, then we're even more fucked."

Levi was Humanity's Strongest, which meant that losing him would be a major blow to the Survey Corps, and the entirety of humanity as a result.

The part you didn't say aloud was that you'd also be devastated about losing him. He was a nuisance, but a part of you didn't want to imagine life without him, even if you were still just keeping each other at a distance.

"...quit arguing and just take the fucking bed by the door."

"Nah," you said, waving him off with a shrug. "I'd rather sleep further away from you."

"God dammit, _____, can you quit being difficult?" Levi growled, his deadpan expression briefly breaking into one of mild frustration. "I'm just trying to-"

You turned back towards him as you noticed him fall quiet. Levi wasn't one to get stumbled over his words, and certainly not around you—someone that he loved to constantly berate.

"Trying to what?" you asked, before quickly shaking your head to stop your train of thought. "That doesn't even matter, you are not my superior anymore."

"...that's not the point, dumbass."

You narrowed your eyes at him as you heard him quietly mutter the insult. "Then what is the point, asshole?"

Levi didn't respond, only averting his gaze, which only prompted you to obnoxiously step up to him to get in his space.

"Hello?" you beckoned to him, waving your hand in front of his face.

A small groan of annoyance escaped his throat as he swatted your hand away. "...I'm trying to protect you, dumbass."

His answer took you aback for a second, bringing up feelings of inadequacy that you hadn't felt since you had been a recruit, with his repeated insult only adding to your frustration and offense.

"Well...I don't need your protection-"

"I know."

Levi cut you off without giving you a chance to begin a tangent on why he was overreacting or being overly precautious.

"...just take the fucking bed."

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You hadn't expected yourself to be able to sleep easily, given your environment, but you hadn't expected to have been stuck tossing and turning either. It was one thing if you just got into an argument with him—that was fairly normal these days. However, his comment about needing to protect you got under your skin and you quickly found yourself ruminating about it to no end.

Frustrated and unable to sleep, you made your way over towards the bed that he took near the window. You weren't sure what you were going to say, but you had to do something to try to prove that you weren't as incompetent as he seemed to think you were.

Levi immediately looked at you over his shoulder once he heard you stepping up. He wasn't sleeping as usual.

"...did you really come over here in the middle of the night to continue this argument? Go back to bed," he muttered dismissively. "You'll just get grouchy in the morning."

"...it's not that," you mumbled quietly.

"Then what?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a tone of exasperation. "Spit it out."

You shuffled around awkwardly, trying to settle down your nerves. You felt yourself getting more and more upset throughout the night, but it felt much more intense now that you were actually confronting him about it.

"...I'm sorry if you still think I can't handle myself out here."

"...you're still hung up on that?" Levi responded quietly after a moment of silence.

He knew what you were referring to. You had screwed up as a recruit and nearly died out on the field. Levi had to come rescue you, and you had been training your ass off to try to prove to either him or yourself—perhaps both—that you were fit for the job despite that incident.

"For the record, I don't think you can't handle yourself," he noted, sitting up to face you, and noticing the small pout on your face as you looked off to the side. "Far from it. I just..."

The rest of his sentence trailed off. There were clearly things being left unsaid, and you were far too frustrated to just leave it at that.

"...you just what?"

You had expected him to come up with some bullshit excuse or dismiss this conversation altogether.

"I just don't want to see you hurt again, alright?"

His tone was laced with a subtle hint of frustration, as if he was forcing himself to acknowledge something that he pushed away for quite some time.

You blinked at him in confusion, slowly putting the pieces together, but still battling with your own feelings regarding him.

"...you mean too much to me to risk losing you to something as dumb as getting snatched out of the window by a Titan that managed to sneak up on us."

Your face was beginning to heat up at his words. It was only at this point that you remembered that he was briefly around you more when you had gotten injured, but almost immediately retreated once you had recovered. You had never really noticed it before, but he did tend to give you more attention when you were still a recruit and training under him when compared to the others.

It was blatantly obvious to anyone else that the tension between the two of you was more than just a rivalry or a passive dislike of one another. Levi had seemed to realize it the minute that you had gotten injured, withdrawing almost immediately after you were well enough to return to duty.

You didn't seem to realize it until right this moment.

By the time you looked up at him again, you saw that he was looking directly at you. The flames of the torch flickered gently in the reflection of his silvery eyes, and you felt like you were seeing him again for the first time, as someone other than who you had convinced yourself to be the bane of your existence.

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chokisnumber1fan · 2 months ago

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how far can we go? — one | next

“what’s a lassie like yourself doing all the way out here?”

your pace quickens and you try your best to ignore the constant pestering from the man who has been following you for the past ten minutes.

“all alone...”

you don’t have the time for this.

“surely i can help you with whatever it is?”

you take a deep breath and turn around to finally face your pursuer - a man clad in blue, clearly from meztli. he stops in his tracks, and so do you. you reach for the dagger behind you, strapped to your waist, as you slowly back away from him. “i’m not sure it is anything you can help with, i’m sorry.”

“come on, you’re not going to give me a chance?”

you survey your surroundings, and then yourself. there was nothing you could have done, you’re not a fast enough runner — but you are also not in a place that a lot of people go to. all you wanted was to get the embercore flowers that grow next to the phlogiston rivers underground, and right now it looks like it’s either the man or the phlogiston river that would end it all for you. you really should have listened to chief wayna when he told you not to go alone.

the grip on the hilt of your dagger tightens as you pull it out in front of you, and your heart quickens. “whoa, isn’t threatening me with violence a bit too much? all i wanted was your name, you know.”

“you don’t need to know my name.” you click your tongue.

“too bad then, i’ll just have to get it out of mualani.” he smirks, and inches closer towards you; closer and closer until you’re backed up against the walls of an old ruin behind you. he’s seen you with mualani before. your legs turn to jelly as you imagine what this man might try to pull with mualani. although you probably don’t have to worry about her as much as you need to worry about yourself, because she is strong enough. you? your combat prowess is average at best.

“d-don’t come any closer, i will stab you!” you warn, and his face visibly turns into one of frustration. “why don’t you just give up?” he says, teeth gritted in an awkward smile.

and then you say the magic words.

“i already have a boyfriend.”

the magic did not work.

“come on, pretty, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know,”

you click your tongue in annoyance. “i am very much in love with him, you know,” you don’t drop your defensive stance, and contemplate just making a run for it. and then you see familiar amber green eyes and the tension in your body dissipates, ever so slightly. “he is right behind you, by the way.”

“oh, stop trying to make a fool out of me— OW!” the man groans as kinich throws a dart at him and walks over to your side. a little too close. but you allow it. “are you alright, _____?”

“kinich!” you throw your arms around him and bury your face in his chest and shaking ever so slightly, ignoring the man who’s fallen to his knees in front of you two. “i was- i was so scared!” kinich slightly stiffens but only momentarily; and then he pats your back in an attempt to calm you down.

“there is no way this guy is your boyfriend? what have you done to me?!”

you want to reply but kinich shakes his head. he breaks away from you and pulls out another dart. “want another shot? this is a toxin that paralyses your skeletal muscles, so you’re not going to be moving for at least two hours.”

“i— no thank you, but are you really going to leave me all alone here?”

“surely you can hold out for two hours. let’s get going, _____.”

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into-the-grey · 3 months ago

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~Until You're Resting~

Noah x F!Reader Fic

When a night out goes wrong, and you're completely alone, cornered, and your phone is broken, there's only one place left to go, and he's not gonna like it...

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Assault, Being followed, mild mean!Noah, Death, Hospital setting, Nightmares, Knives, Running (exercise, ew), Probably incorrect medical knowledge

WC: 9.6k (inc Epilogue)

Taglist: @wh0th3h3llisbucky @blend-in-with-the-madness

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The fog from her breath was whisked away in the cool night air. Temperatures plummeted as winter began to settle on LA, bringing a cold snap with it.

Y/N tried to breathe quietly, but she had been running for so long that her lungs were burning. Even though she couldn't tell where they were, she was sure the men were still following her.

The night had gone very wrong, very fast. Against her better judgement, Y/N had counted on public transport to get home. This late at night, and in this part of town, she should have known better.

She had been answering a text when one of them grabbed her shirt, the other grabbing at her waist. Her hands stung from the scrapes and her ribs burned. She had been thrown forward onto the harsh concrete, and she scrambled away from the two men before taking off down the road.

The men chased her from the bus stop, following her down side streets and alleys. Now she was crouched behind a car, trying to hold her breath and listen to figure out where they were. A small puddle of blood formed on the concrete, but she had no time to assess where she was bleeding from.

Y/N could hear their heavy footsteps nearby. They were searching for her, calling out unintelligible sounds and taunting her. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the sound of her panting.

Her heart thundered in her chest and every tiny sound felt too loud. She was almost sure they could hear her blood pumping through her veins.

With trembling hands, she slipped her phone out of her pocket. The screen was badly smashed, and as she tried to wake the device she was greeted with a frazzled mess of pixels. The phone had been broken in her fall.

'Shit,' she whimpered. Calling the cops was out of the question. She would have to do this alone.

She drew in a deep, shaky breath, surveying her surroundings. She knew where she was. The suburban area had almost no cover. A few of the houses had bushes in the front yard, but they wouldn't be enough to hide behind if the men came this way, and if they cornered her in one of the yards there would be no way out.

There was only one way to go. A couple hundred yards down the street there was a small laneway between two houses that led to a cul-de-sac. If she could get down there undetected, there was a fence she could jump.

He would be mad, but it was her only option.

Slowly rising to her feet, she scanned the street. She could see them on the corner, still looking for her. There was no mistaking what they wanted. Her escape had clearly pissed them off, because the unmistakable glint of a knife in the taller one's hand made her stomach sink.

She stayed low, bending down to cover herself behind the cars as she crept down the street, darting quickly between them and ducking down. Each step sounded like an explosion in her ears. She kept checking over her shoulder every few feet, praying they wouldn't notice her.

As she crept closer to the laneway, the gaps between cars grew larger. Each time, Y/N checked behind her, waiting to see if they had noticed her movements. Somehow, they remained oblivious, but they were still moving towards her blindly.

She made the sprint from behind a small grey sedan to the big black truck that sat closest to the alley. Her footsteps seemed to echo as she moved on her toes, trying desperately to minimize any noise. She dove behind the large truck, creeping around the back and glancing down the laneway.

She could see the fence. Salvation taunted her. All she had to do was run faster than them.

Y/N had a head start, but she was exhausted and bleeding. She wasn't sure she would be fast enough, and that didn't address the challenge of scaling the fence.

There was no cover between the truck and the alley, only a long stretch of lawn and pavement. This was going to be dangerous.

Her heart pounded as she shuffled in place, gearing herself up for the most important sprint of her life.

'Okay,' she hissed to herself. 'Okay, one... Two...' she counted, shoving her phone back into her pocket and rocking from foot to foot. She searched herself for all the courage and adrenaline she had left, keeping her eyes on the fence.

She should have looked over her shoulder.

'Down there!' One of the men yelled.

'Shit!' Y/N hissed, launching off her front foot as fast as she could and tearing down the alley. She refused to look back, the sound of their boots chasing her only just louder than the sound of her blood rushing in her ears.

The house on the other side of the fence was dark, but she knew there was a dog door that she could fit through. All she had to do was get into the yard and get through that door.

He would be livid, but she hoped he would understand.

Her feet pounded against the pavement, the cold air like knives in her lungs. All she could see was the fence. It was tall, and it would be a miracle if she could get over unscathed, but she knew she had to try. There was no way to get to the front of the house. Not from this street, anyway.

As she grew closer to the fence, she braced herself for the hardest climb of her life. This side of the fence was smooth, there would be almost no friction to help her get over. This was going to be all on her upper body strength, and her hands were torn to shreds.

Their footsteps entered the alley, their panting interspersed with the odd jeering call. Y/N didn't want to know what would happen if they caught up to her.

This was it.

She crossed the cul-de-sac, running up the gutter and trying to leap for the top of the fence.

She just managed to reach the top of the planks, her hands screaming in agony as her body weight pulled down on the scrapes and scratches. The blood on her hands made her grip slick.

With a cry, she pulled as hard as she could, her feet scrabbling against the smooth planks, searching for any purchase. Bit by bit, she got closer.

'Where do you think you're going!?' One of the men yelled, his voice too close for her liking.

Finally, her feet found some grip, pushing her up the fence. Y/N hooked her elbow over the top, yanking herself up and scraping her belly and chest over the wooden planks, shrieking as the rough edge of the wood dug into her body.

A strong hand grabbed at her ankle, and she cried out as she felt him pull.

'Get off of me!' She screamed, 'leave me alone!'

Kicking back, her foot collided with something, a sick crunch following the feeling.

'BITCH!'

She threw herself over the fence, toppling off the other side as the man grabbed for her leg again.

She landed hard on the gravel that filled the corner of the yard. The men yelled from the other side of the fence, but it didn't seem like they were trying to get over. One of them screamed, the other hurling insults at her and kicking at the fence.

She knew the fence was sturdy enough that they wouldn't be able to break it down, but she didn't care. Adrenaline still surged through her body, screaming that she wasn't safe yet. Y/N forced herself back onto to her feet, ignoring the pain filling her body as she rushed around the house. Down the side of the house, she could see the laundry door.

'Please be open,' she gasped, 'please be open.'

Her feet pounded on the pavers, the odd crunch of a stray piece of gravel under her feet broke up the rhythmic sound. As she reached the door, she pushed on the dog door, relieved to see it swing inward.

Falling to her knees, she threw herself through and into the laundry, spinning around quickly and locking the flap shut, sliding the metal cover down over it.

She hurled herself backwards away from the door until her back met a cabinet. Finally, she could breathe. Her choked gasps filled the room, her head spinning and her hands on fire while she fought for breath.

As her chest heaved, her injuries began to make themselves known.

Her palms stung, bleeding from the scrapes. Her ribs pounded and her stomach felt bruised, and her leg screamed with pain. A quiet dripping sound caught her attention, but it was too dark to see where it was coming from.

While she gasped for air, another noise echoed through the house.

Footsteps.

She froze, praying they hadn't gotten in.

She clamped her hand over her mouth in a feeble attempt to silence herself. Tears began to well as she felt the panic building again.

The room was dark, and there was nothing obvious to defend herself with. If they had gotten in, all she would be able to do was scream.

Bit by bit, the footsteps padded closer to the laundry.

She knew she should call out, but she couldn't, she was paralysed. If it was them, she was done for.

Closer.

And closer.

The door handle rattled under someone's hand, and slowly the door creaked open. A shaft of light filled the room. She couldn't see who was holding the light, but the glint of the blade was unmistakeable. Y/N flinched away from the light, covering her head with a cry.

Y/N screamed, trying to throw herself away from the door.

'Whoa! whoa, stop screaming!' Came the familiar voice. The overhead light turning on and revealed the tall, tattooed man. Noah stood in his sweatpants, holding a katana and using his phone as a flashlight. 'What the fuck are you doing here!?'

As soon as she saw him, she dropped her hands back to her ribs, holding the area tightly and gasping for breath as she began to cry.

'I'm sorry,' Y/N panted, tears streaming down her face, 'I didn't know where else to go.'

As Noah looked at her, she could see the colour drain from his face. She followed his gaze, seeing the blood dribbling from her leg and leaving a pool on the laundry floor, and the bloody handprints all over the tiles.

'Y/N, what the fuck happened to you?' He asked, putting the sword and his phone on the counter and dropping to her side. He grabbed a clean towel from the basket by the dryer and pressed it to her leg, holding it tightly. His eyes searched her face, trying to hide his horror.

In the light he could see that she was bleeding badly, and her face was smeared with red from covering her mouth. His gut twisted at the smell, the salty metallic scent filled the room.

Y/N coughed, her face contorting as she held her side. 'I was waiting for the bus, and these two guys grabbed me. I ran, but they chased me,' she said, gulping for air. 'I broke my phone, so I jumped your fence. I'm sorry, I couldn't think of anything else to do-'

'Hey, no, shut up,' he told her, pressing harder against her leg as the blood started to seep through the towel. 'Don't apologise. You did the right thing coming here. I'd rather you come here than risk it out there.'

'I thought you hated me?' Y/N said, gritting her teeth.

Noah's body tensed, his gaze locking on his hand. 'Not enough to want you dead.'

Y/N nodded awkwardly while Noah looked her over.

'Can you stand?' He asked. 'I've got a first aid kit upstairs. I need to see how bad this is, and we need to call the police.'

Y/N stayed silent, his tense tone only making her stomach sink further. She nodded slowly.

Carefully, Noah released his grip on her leg. The blood continued to flow, but it seemed slower now.

'Come on,' he said, standing up and tossing the towel over his shoulder, offering her his hand.

'Do you really want to do that?' She asked, showing him her free hand and the blood smeared across it. Noah rolled his eyes, flexing his fingers.

'It's fine, I'm gonna get covered in it anyway. Come on.'

Timidly, Y/N took his hand, staggering to her feet. The adrenaline in her system had begun to fade, and her body was crashing. She tried to put her weight on her cut leg, crying out as it buckled in pain beneath her.

Noah lunged for her, yanking her towards him with the hand he held and wrapping his arm underneath hers, holding her steady against his chest.

'Okay, you can't walk,' he said, feeling her trembling against him. Her eyes were wide with fear, her hand still clutching her ribs. She refused to look up at him, shaking her head as she mumbled.

'I'm sorry, I thought I could.'

'Y/N, stop apologising,' he told her firmly, glancing at her face, 'and don't apologise for apologising. I know you're about to.'

Y/N nodded once, wincing as he slung her free arm over his shoulders and positioned her at his side. He began to hoist her up, but her shriek made him freeze, almost dropping her.

'Fuck, fuck, stop!' Y/N cried, pain searing through her ribs as Noah pulled.

'Shit, are you good?' He asked, letting her down.

'Nope,' she gulped, 'ribs. I think I bruised them climbing the fence.'

'Alright, fuck this, I'm carrying you,' he told her, crouching and sweeping his arm behind her knees. He made sure to keep her injured side away from him, lest he make it worse.

Y/N grimaced, yelping as he brought her close to his chest.

'Grab the phone,' he instructed flatly, nodding to the counter where his sword and his phone laid, the flashlight on the phone beaming up to the ceiling.

Y/N grabbed the device and felt Noah begin to walk.

'You're not gonna like this, but I'm gonna need you to strip. I need to see what we're dealing with,' Noah told her somewhat sheepishly, making his way through the dark house.

Y/N pursed her lips. 'Well, this is not how I expected tonight to go,' she sighed, reluctantly resting her head on his shoulder.

'And what did you expect?' Noah's terse voice asked. She couldn't deny the hurt that his accusatory tone inflicted.

She glared up at him, only just able to see him in the low light. 'Nothing to do with you.'

Noah's lip tightened, and she felt his fingers twitch as he held her. She didn't want to trade blows with him, but if he was going to be this way when she needed help, then so be it.

'That's not answering my question though,' he asked tightly.

'Not that it's any of your business, but I thought I'd go out with friends and have a few drinks. That I'd go home and go to bed. Alone or otherwise...'

'Well, after this, I don't think you're going to bed alone.'

'And why is that?'

Noah shook his head, glancing down at her as he climbed the stairs. The look seemed to be asking if she was stupid. 'As if I'm letting you go anywhere after you just got attacked. If you're not going to hospital, you're staying here.'

Y/N's stomach twisted. 'Again, I thought you hated me?'

'Again, not enough to want you dead. I'm not a monster.'

Noah pushed the bathroom door open with his foot, making his way into the room and sitting Y/N down on the closed toilet. He reached behind him, turning the light on quickly and surveying the damage.

'Alright, pants off. I need to see what's going on here,' Noah instructed.

He moved to the cabinet while Y/N kicked her shoes off. She awkwardly shuffled her pants off, peeling them down her bloodied legs. Noah produced a large red container from underneath the sink, slamming the cabinet shut and turning back to her.

He shuffled across the floor, sliding the container over the tiles and coming back to kneel by her legs. He quickly flicked the towel off of his shoulder, trying to wipe her leg as clean as he could to see the damage.

Her thighs were scraped from the fence, but the side of her calf was torn open with a decent gash and still dribbling blood. Even her sock had turned red from the amount that had dripped into her shoe.

'What the fuck did they do to you?' Noah said softly, inspecting the wound.

'I don't know. I guess he got me with the knife when I jumped the fence,' Y/N winced as he pressed the towel to her leg again.

''Wait, there was a knife? Are you fucking serious?' he stammered, staring at her with wide eyes. His jaw hung slack and his heart thumped in his chest. A sudden wave of nausea hit him, but he swallowed hard, refusing to show it.

'Yeah,' she nodded. 'I didn't think I got hit.'

'Call the police, now,' he told her, gesturing to his phone and returning his attention to the container, searching for something to disinfect her leg.

With her left hand still on her ribs, Y/N nervously picked up the phone, swiping it to unlock it. A four digit password blocked her access.

'Um, what's your passcode?' She asked timidly.

'Oh...' Noah said quietly, pausing. 'It's still our anniversary.'

Her stare softened, her hand trembling as she typed the combination. She knew the numbers by heart. 'You never changed it?'

'Just call them. You can give me shit for it later,' Noah grumbled.

Y/N pursed her lips. There it was again. The anger, the hatred. She rolled her eyes, pulling up the keypad and dialling 911.

While she called, Noah hunted through the kit for something to clean his hands and something to wipe the wound with. To his dismay, there were no gloves. Hand sanitizer would have to do.

He found a small box of wound wipes, gritting his teeth at the smell as he tore one open. 'This might sting,' he told her, turning his attention back to her leg. He unfolded the compact wipe, draping it over the wound and pressing down.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, clenching her teeth as the sting ripped through her leg. Noah's lips tightened, gingerly dragging the wipe across the skin and seeing the depth of the wound. He grimaced, it was likely going to need stitches. As the blood began to dribble again, he grabbed the once grey towel, holding it back to her skin and pressing down hard.

While Y/N relayed her attack and her location to the 911 dispatcher, Noah felt his jaw tense. It took all of his willpower not to go outside with one of his swords and find the men that did this.

While she wasn't his to protect anymore, it didn't mean he didn't care. His stomach bubbled with fury, biting his tongue to try and maintain his composure.

'No, I'm not alone,' Y/N said to the dispatcher. 'I'm with my, uh...' she paused, 'I'm with a friend. It's his house.'

She noticed the look on his face but didn't draw attention to it. He seemed upset by her use of the word "friend".

'Yeah, he's got a towel on my leg, it's bleeding pretty badly,' she said into the phone. She listened for a moment while the dispatcher tried to give instructions on how to care for the wound until help arrived. Y/N's eyes moved to Noah's face, 'can you see any yellow in there?'

'No, but it's still bleeding a lot,' Noah told her. 'I think it's just because you've been running.'

'They're going to send an ambulance just to be sure,' Y/N told him. 'As if I can afford that...'

'Shut up, I'll pay for it. You need the help, I can only do so much,' Noah snipped.

Y/N shut her mouth, looking away from him. Noah could see the hurt on her face, mentally kicking himself. She listened silently for a minute, and then she spoke.

'Yeah, just get them to ring the bell when they're here, he'll let them in,' Y/N said to the dispatcher, thanking them before lowering the phone and ending the call.

Noah sighed, shifting on his knees.

'I'm sorry, I'm just stressed, okay? This is a lot.'

'You're telling me,' Y/N huffed. 'You weren't exactly the first person who sprang to mind when I was running for my life. You take what you can get.'

Noah bit his lip, looking away. 'Alright, I deserved that.'

'You're giving me whiplash, Noah. One second you're caring, and the next you're telling me to shut up and treating me like I let this happen specifically to inconvenience you.'

Noah shook his head. 'I'm sorry, okay? You scared the hell out of me. Do you have any idea what it's like to lose someone like that, and then suddenly they're in your house at one in the morning, covered in blood?'

Her glare pierced through him like daggers. She stared hard at him, her mouth hanging open as she huffed. He knew that look, and he knew he'd trodden in it.

'You didn't lose me, you kicked me out. I wanted to fix things, but you pushed me away.' Her voice was low, almost growling.

'I pushed you away because you were already halfway out the door.'

'I was halfway out the door because you put me there!' Y/N yelped, her hand on her ribs as she leaned back against the cistern of the toilet. 'You were doing great, the band was taking off, and I was fine with that. I know you think I resented it, but I didn't! I was happy for you! I understood that fame comes with a price, but it wasn't the fame that fucked everything up. When quarantine happened, you weren't you. You were drunk all the time and you were avoiding me!'

'I was not avoiding you! You were avoiding me! That's why I was drinking! You never wanted to be around me, you were always on your phone or hiding somewhere!'

'Because you were on stream! You said you didn't want anyone to know about me for my own safety, so I stayed away from you whenever you were on twitch, which was all the fucking time! What did you think I would do, just sit and wait somewhere until you were ready to talk to me? I was fucking lonely, Noah! My family was across the country, I had no one here but you!'

'You had Ruffilo! And Folio! And Vince and Jolly!'

'No, Noah! You had them! They're your friends, not mine! Same with Davis and Matt! I was alone and you let me be alone!' She cried, her breath hitching. Noah could see the tears brimming her eyes, but he couldn't stop. This conversation had needed to happen for a long time, it was about time to finally get it out.

'So what? You just left?' he said curtly. 'You gave up on us and just fucked off?'

'You told me to! You said if I couldn't deal with it that you didn't need me! I was already on my own, I figured I might as fucking well!'

Noah grabbed at her hand, feeling her clammy skin as he grabbed another wipe and cleaned the scrapes. 'I was drunk, Y/N! I didn't mean it! I never thought you'd actually do it!'

'Oh, so you thought you could tell me to fuck off and what? You thought I'd stay? Be miserable? Keep waiting for you to un-pickle yourself long enough to see that we hadn't spoken in a week even though we slept in the same bed?' She said, wincing as he cleaned her palm. 'I don't know what you wanted from me, but clearly I couldn't give it to you. The way we ended fucking wrecked me, Noah.'

'It wasn't great for me, either,' he said, grabbing for the hand she had been holding on her ribs. As he held it in front of him, all of his anger dissipated, the cold chill of fear replacing it.

'Can you stop manhandling me!? I'm in enough pain,' she spat.

'Lift up your shirt,' Noah said tensely.

'Way to change the subject-'

'Y/N, lift up your shirt,' he said, looking at the thick layer of blood coating her palm. 'This is fresh, and there's a lot of it. Slowly, lift. Up. Your. Shirt.'

Y/N shut her mouth, her eyes widening at the sight of her hand. Cautiously, she reached for the hem of her shirt and peeled it up.

Noah felt sick, the wet fabric making an awful sticky sound as it separated from her skin.

'Oh fuck,' he breathed.

Her whole left side was red with blood, and a deep wound tore through the skin. Blood dribbled from the gash, trickling down her side in thick lines, absorbing into the fabric of her underwear.

In the centre, something silvery embedded itself into her skin. As her hand drew nearer to it, he realised that her fingertips were turning blue. She was bleeding out faster than either of them had thought. He was running out of time.

Noah's face dropped, his heart twisting. 'Don't panic, but I need you to lie on the floor. Now.'

Y/N blanched, her breathing quickening as she watched his expression closely. 'Noah, you're scaring me.'

'It's fine, don't panic. Get on the floor. We need gravity to stop pumping the blood down, okay?'

'What is it? Tell me what you see.'

She was too scared to look. His expression told her that whatever it was, it was bad. His features froze, his mouth hanging open as he stared.

'There's something stuck in your side,' he said slowly, his voice lowering. 'We're definitely going to the hospital.'

Y/N froze, her body refusing to move.

'What is it?' she asked quietly, letting her shirt fall and wincing as the fabric dragged across the wound.

Noah shook his head. 'I can't tell.' He swallowed hard, offering his hand to her. He couldn't hide the tremors, she saw his hand shaking as he reached for her. She grabbed his hand, her palm stinging as she gripped it tightly and slid forward.

'Grab onto me,' he said quietly, sliding closer and guiding her arms around his neck, carefully holding her waist. She groaned as he lifted her, her stomach churning and her head spinning. She was practically dead weight in his arms as he cradled her, lowering her to the floor.

'Noah, I think I'm going to pass out,' she told him, her grip faltering.

'It's alright,' he soothed. 'It's okay, I've got you.'

He laid her in the middle of the room, trying to make sure there was space for the paramedics to help her. Her back met the cool tile, her head falling back as she squeezed her eyes shut.

'Am I going to die?' she asked weakly, scared of the answer.

'Not if I can do anything about it,' he told her, shifting to her side. He yanked a towel off the rack behind him and rolled it up, placing it under her head as a pillow.

'I know you said don't freak out, but I'm freaking out.' Her eyes opened, looking up at him. Her pupils were saucers, wide and full of fear. He could see her breathing stutter, and he grabbed for her hand.

'Don't, it's gonna be alright, the ambulance will be here any minute, and they'll know what to do,' he told her, squeezing her fingers. With his other hand, he placed the bloody towel over the wound and pressed it carefully, trying to apply pressure around the injury without pushing on whatever the object was.

His hand shook in hers, fearing the worst. She was almost white. He could feel her heartbeat beneath the towel. It was terrifyingly fast, he knew he had to calm her down somehow. The blood was soaking through the towel quicker than he anticipated, and he didn't know what to do.

Y/N coughed, crying out as the spasm pushed the wound against Noah's hand. He grimaced, 'Talk to me, tell me how you feel.'

'I feel dizzy,' she told him, her grip on his hand slowly loosening. 'It's hard to breathe.'

'I mean, I am pushing on your chest,' he reminded her, trying to keep his tone light. 'That would make it hard to breathe.'

Y/N pursed her lips, looking up at him again.

'Noah, if I die-'

'You're not going to die. I'm not going to let you,' he cut her off. 'You're going to be fine.'

'How can you be so sure?' she asked, tears dribbling down her cheeks. 'You're shaking, which means you're scared. I know that means there's something you're not telling me...'

Noah shook his head. 'I'm scared, yeah. But that doesn't mean you're going to die. I told you, I'm not going to let that happen.'

'But if I do-'

'You won't-' Noah said, trying to fight her.

'Noah, please,' she begged.

Noah closed his eyes, shaking his head. 'No-,'

'I still love you, okay? I need you to know that,' She blurted out, holding his hand as tight as she could manage. 'You know that, right?'

Noah pursed his lips, his stomach dropped and his heart stopped. He finally paused, looking at her without his haze of adrenaline.

Her skin was pale and covered in a sheen of sweat, and the room looked like a murder scene. She had lost a lot of blood. The fear in her eyes made his stomach twist. He could feel her bleeding into his hand, the towel heavy as it squelched between his fingers. The gash on her leg still dripped on the floor, albeit slowly.

This was the woman he had once loved, the same one he swore he would sell his soul to keep safe so many years ago. And now he wasn't sure he could.

There was a chance this was it.

Did he really want her to die thinking he hated her?

'Yeah, baby, I know,' he whispered, nodding and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 'Just stay with me, okay? I've got you, and we're gonna get through this. We can talk about all of this later.'

The doorbell finally rang, telling them that the ambulance had arrived. Noah looked down at Y/N, seeing tears spilling over as she tried to keep it together. It broke his heart to leave her there. He prayed he would be fast enough.

'I promise, I will be right back,' he told her, squeezing her hand and kissing her knuckles again. 'I'm gonna go and get them and we're gonna get you out of here, alright?'

'Okay,' she nodded, anxiously releasing his hand. The way her fingers trembled made him sick.

'Hold the towel on it, it'll help.'

His voice was thick, swallowing hard as he guided her hand to the towel, helping her hold it in place before he stood and rushed from the room.

He ran down the stairs, turning on every light switch he passed. His stomach churned as he saw the bloodstains on the carpet. He forced his feet to move as fast as they could, racing for the front door and opening it quickly.

'Hi,' the taller paramedic said warmly. He looked to be in his forties. His cropped hair was starting to turn grey and his smile crinkled his eyes. Noah wasted no time on pleasantries.

'Upstairs bathroom,' he told the man, panting, 'it's bad. There's something in her chest, we don't know what.'

'On it,' the man said, immediately becoming all business.

'I'll get the gurney and the trauma kit, you go straight up,' the other younger paramedic said. Her long brown hair swished behind her in a braid as she turned on her heel, rushing back to the ambulance.

'Lead the way,' the man said. Noah nodded, rushing back the way he came. Their steps thundered up the stairs as Noah darted around the corner with the paramedic in tow.

As they entered the bathroom, Noah could see Y/N struggling to breathe. The sheen of sweat had become droplets, and her eyes were starting to close.

'Hey,' Noah said quickly, dropping to his knees by her head, 'it's okay, I'm here, I'm back.'

'Hey, Y/N, was it?' The medic asked her calmly, kneeling by her side where she held the towel.

'Yeah,' she gasped, her right hand reaching for Noah's. Noah grabbed it, squeezing reassuringly.

'Y/N, I'm James, my partner Kate is bringing the gurney in so we can get you to the hospital, but first things first, we need to have a look at you. Can I lift your shirt up?' He asked, gently lifting her left hand away from her ribs.

Y/N nodded weakly, letting him expose her rib and inspect the wound.

'Oh wow, that can't feel good,' he said lightheartedly. 'It's definitely not the worst I've seen though. We'll have to get a scan to see how deep this thing is, but lucky for you it doesn't look like it's in your lung, otherwise we'd be seeing some spray every time you breathe.'

'Okay,' she nodded, her head falling back and resting on Noah's legs.

'It's gonna be okay, baby,' Noah assured her.

'You've had a bit of an ordeal tonight, haven't you?' James said, looking over her. 'Some nice scrapes, a bit of a gash on your leg, I hate to imagine what the other guy looks like.'

'I think I broke his nose,' Y/N coughed. 'He tried to drag me off the fence, but I kicked him and there was a decent crunch.'

'We might let hospitals in the area know to keep an eye out for anyone with that kind of injury, it'll help us find the guy. I'm just going to put some stickers on you, alright? Just so we can see how everything inside is doing.'

Y/N nodded tiredly, letting James get to work. He applied the ECG stickers over her body, attaching cables to them and hooking them up to the machine he had carried in. A soft beep told him that the machine was reading her heartbeat, and James didn't hide his concern very well.

Another set of footsteps approached the bathroom, and the female EMT entered with a crate in hand.

'Oh wow, we've had some fun in here haven't we?' She said, looking at the blood smeared across the floor.

The medics began to call instructions to each other, getting to work on stabilising Y/N for transport.

'Pulse is high, we're looking at stage two hypovolemic shock. Get fluids going and wrap the leg. Can you radio for police? They're probably going to want photos of all of this for evidence.'

'I have cameras,' Noah said, 'I can see if there's any footage of them chasing her?'

'That would be great, the more evidence we have, the easier it'll be to nail these guys when we find them,' Kate said as she set up an IV in Y/N's free hand.

While James stabilised the chest wound, Kate wrapped Y/N's leg tightly. Noah kept Y/N's hand tightly in his, stroking her hair with his other hand.

'Hey Y/N, I need you to talk to me, how are you doing?' James asked.

'Not so great,' she murmured.

'How so? Talk me through it,' he said warmly.

'I feel like I'm gonna be sick, or pass out, I don't know...'

Noah felt her hand loosening it's grip. 'Hey, you need to stay awake, come on.'

'He's right, Y/N,' Kate called out. 'Come on, keep talking to us. Tell me something, what were you doing before all of this?'

'I was...' Y/N mumbled, 'uhh, I was out with friends...'

James and Kate exhanged glances, James pointed at the screen of the machine hooked up to her heart.

'We need to move,' James said softly. 'Stage three, not two.'

'What does that mean?' Noah asked, his throat tight.

Kate scrambled off her knees, darting to the door and grabbing a large board that she had left outside the room. 'It means she's lost a lot more blood than we thought.'

Kate laid the board beside Y/N and James began to move.

'Alright, I'm gonna need you to step back while we move her. Go and grab a shirt, son,' James said, eyeing Noah sympathetically.

Noah nodded, moving carefully and laying Y/N's head down on the tile. 'I'll be right back, okay? I promise.'

Y/N nodded weakly, still gasping for breath. She tried to squeeze his hand, her fingers barely twitching.

Y/N watched him leave the room, her eyelids low and her ears ringing. She could see him look back at her with tears in his eyes. He didn't hide his fear well.

'I don't feel so hot,' she murmured.

'It's okay, just stay with me, alright?' James told her.

Y/N wanted to. She knew she should, but she couldn't fight the exhaustion. Her eyes rolled back as her breaths staggered. It was quick, and it was painless.

Then there was nothing. Just quiet.

***

The ambulance couldn't go fast enough. It killed Noah to sit quietly. His fingernails dug into his arms as he watched her breathing.

He had returned to the bathroom to find the paramedics performing CPR.

Y/N's eyes were open, staring up at the roof but seeing nothing. That image would haunt him forever.

It took them what felt like an eternity to get her back, and even then, she wasn't stable. They chose to take the risk and move her rather than continue trying to stabilise, lest they lose her again.

Noah was numb, barely able to register the noise and the chaos. Kate and James called back and forth to each other while Kate continued working to save Y/N and James drove.

All Noah could do was watch Y/N's chest, making sure she was still breathing.

He had no idea what the words that the paramedics were saying meant. He understood that Y/N's pulse was weak, and that was it.

But she had a pulse. She was still alive. That's what mattered.

Everything around him was a blur. He wanted to scream. Tears trickled down his cheeks as the ambulance pulled into the parking bay, James and Kate throwing themselves into action again.

A team of people in scrubs greeted them as the back doors of the van were thrown open. They wasted no time in getting her out and into the hospital.

'Stab wound in the left chest region, foreign body still in the wound,' James said to one of the doctors. 'Bleeding heavily, lost pulse approximately fifteen minutes ago, CPR was successful. We're looking at class three hypovolemic shock. We've pushed fluids, but we've done all we can.'

Noah clambered out of the ambulance, trying to follow them. They wheeled her through a series of doors, the bright lights almost blinding him as he followed the crowd.

Kate was the one to stop him.

'Noah, she's going straight into surgery. You know you can't follow her,' she said sadly.

'I promised her she would be okay,' he said, watching them rush her down the hall towards a set of large grey doors.

'And she will be. She's in the best possible hands,' Kate assured him. 'We did our best, now it's their turn. But you're going to have to get comfortable, you're in for a long night.'

He looked at the shorter woman, seeing the sympathy on her face. There was nothing else he could do now.

'What do I do?' He asked quietly.

'The first thing you should do is wash your hands. Then maybe find something to eat or drink, it'll make a world of difference,' she told him, pointing out the closest bathroom.

He nodded slowly, thanking her and numbly following her directions. He barely registered entering the bathroom or locking the door. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt sick.

His chest was smeared with dried blood, the colour almost brown now. His hands looked the same. With all of his tattoos, the untrained eye probably wouldn't notice, but he did. It was all over him. He looked like he had been the one attacked.

He stepped over to the sink, turning it on high and shoving his hands under the freezing stream, barely noticing the numbing cold.

He spent what felt like hours wetting paper towels and scrubbing the blood off. Soap did little to help, at this point it was flaking off like dried paint. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it all off. Little flecks stuck to his skin, taunting him.

His breath hitched in his throat as her face flashed through his mind again. Her wide eyes, her failing grip...

His hands gripped the edge of the sink, holding himself up while he tried to hold himself together. This wasn't how he had wanted things to go.

He had dreamed of seeing her again, of being able to clear the air with her. He never wanted anything to happen to her, no matter how mad he had been. He felt abandoned by her, but over the years he had come to terms with his part in the way things had ended.

A part of him felt responsible. After all the horrible things he had said in the heat of the moment, the things he had said when he was mad about her leaving...

He wished he could take it all back. His heart squeezed, feeling like it was being torn out of his chest. His lip curled back over his clenched teeth, trying to hold back the guttural scream that begged to rip through his body.

Tears dripped from his face, hitting the porcelain sink with a quiet thud. He released the sink from his white knuckled grip, stepping back and leaning against the wall.

Silently, he prayed to whatever deity that was listening. He prayed for her survival, pleading with invisible forces to keep her safe. She deserved better than to die like this.

'Please,' he whispered, his voice cracking as he choked back a sob. 'Please don't let her die.'

Noah slid down the wall slowly, pulling his legs up to his chest and digging his nails into his shins.

There was so much he wanted to say to her. So many things he wanted to apologise for and so many things he needed to make right. Her words echoed over and over in his mind. Her gasping voice, the shuddering breaths as she gripped his hand, her grip growing weaker...

"I still love you... I need you to know that..."

'I never stopped either.'

***

She looked like hell. The bruises had finally formed into a sickly purple colour, blooming across her legs and stomach. Her leg and her hands were tightly bandaged, dressings covered the wound on her chest.

She had been lucky. The object in her chest had been the blade of a push knife. Somehow it snapped off its handle, lodging between two of her ribs. Every movement had torn her up more, and dragging herself over the fence had driven it in deep.

The surgery took hours, most of which Noah had spent sitting on the floor as close to the OR doors as he could get. His wrists were almost raw from wringing them with anxiety, and his chest still hurt from how hard his heart had been pounding all night.

Now, he sat by her bedside and watched her breathe. The IV above her bed trickled antibiotics into her system, and leads and cables ran in organised chaos up to the machine that monitored her vital signs.

Y/N's skin was still pale, but her fingertips and lips weren't blue anymore. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, adding to the sunken look of her face. A cannula was taped to her face, helping her breathe. She looked like shit, to put it lightly.

The police had come through a couple of times to see if she was awake and take her statement, leaving a card with Noah to call them when she finally woke up. They had already found the guys who did it to her. If she hadn't kicked one of them, they may have gotten away with it.

The idiots ended up at the same hospital as her. They came in, one of them with a few facial fractures, and the police picked them up.

That didn't mean Noah was going to leave though. From the moment she was put in a bed, he stayed by her side waiting for her to wake up. He sat for hours, his back aching from the awful chair and his legs going numb. He wanted to hold her hand, but he wasn't sure if he should. She looked so fragile that he worried he would only hurt her more.

It wasn't until the sun set on LA again that she finally woke up.

'I can feel you staring,' she said quietly, her eyes staying closed.

Noah swallowed the gasp that wanted to come out. He forced a chuckle, picking at his fingernails again. 'Sorry,' was all he could manage to say. 'How are you feeling?'

'Like I got stabbed,' she said with a sour laugh, gritting her teeth when she laughed. Her hand slowly moved to her ribs, her fingertips feeling around for the wound.

'It was a push knife. The idiot still had the handle in his pocket when they arrested him. He must have stabbed you before you even ran from them,' Noah said, looking up at her. Her eyes were open, staring back at him with a look of disbelief that made his stomach twist.

'Why did you stay?' she asked. 'You could have gone home.'

Noah shook his head, swallowing hard and looking down at his fingers again. Her blood still coloured his cuticles, trapped in the tiny creases of his skin and under his nails.

'Not after that. I couldn't...' he said, his breath hitching in his throat.

'Just say it, I know you're thinking it,' she told him, her weak voice teasing him slightly.

Noah took a deep breath. He couldn't look at her, he was too scared of her answer. 'Did you mean it? Or did you just say it because you thought you were going to die?'

'Did you mean it when you called me "Baby"?' she shot back. Her tone was sharper than it was meant to be. She saw him shrink on himself, kicking herself for the way she was handling it.

Noah didn't respond, instead chewing on his lip.

Y/N sighed softly. 'Yes, okay? I meant it. But I can't be in that position again. I can't watch you waste your life with whisky and weed and pretend to be okay with it. Last night hurt less than quarantine did.'

'I'm sorry. And you're right,' he said, finally looking up at her. 'I pushed you away. I felt like I was only going to drag you down or be an obstacle for you, I felt like I was getting in the way of your goals. You kept taking a back seat to the band and I knew you were miserable, so I pushed you out. I was wrong, and I regret it every day.'

She swallowed, nodding slowly. Her eyes drifted down to his hands, seeing the blood under his fingernails. His fingers were red, he had picked his skin raw and the sight drove a pang of guilt into her stomach.

'I appreciate your apology,' she said, 'and I appreciate you being there for me last night, but I don't know what to do from here.'

He nodded, breathing deeply. 'For what it's worth, I've been sober for three years. I gave it all away, I hated who I was becoming.'

Her head cocked and her eyebrows raised, looking at him in disbelief. 'Seriously?'

'Yeah. When I realised you weren't coming back, I knew I'd fucked up. I found myself striving to be someone you'd be proud of.'

'I was always proud of you, Noah. I just couldn't watch you self destruct out of boredom when I was right there to help you.'

'I know that now,' he told her, knitting his fingers together. 'Believe me, I know, and I'm so fucking sorry.'

With a sad smile, Y/N patted the bed, offering for him to come and sit by her. Noah's lip twitched as he stood, cautiously shifting onto the bed. He sat by her hip, facing her. She gingerly took his hand, wishing the bandages on her hands were gone.

'So what do you want?' She said, looking up at him.

'What do you mean?'

'I mean, if you could have it your way, where would this go?' she asked. 'Clearly there's something that you want.'

Noah paused, searching her eyes. He remembered the last time she looked at him this way. The night she left, she looked at him with desperation like this. Begging him to tell her to stay, pleading him to say he didn't mean it, that he still wanted her...

His stomach twisted as he took her hand between his, his eyes misting over.

'I want you to come home,' he told her quietly, staring at their entwined fingers. 'I've wanted you to come home since you left. I never should have let you walk out that door.'

'So why did you?' Y/N asked, her throat closing around her words. 'I gave you so many chances to stop me, and you let me go.'

'Because I was an idiot, and I'll never forgive myself for that.' He paused, shaking his head. 'If I had fought for you maybe this wouldn't have happened.'

'Hey, don't go there,' she told him, instinctively reaching for his face. Her fingers trailed across his cheek. Noah saw the number on the screen rise as her pulse sped up, his heart matching hers as it fluttered in his chest.

They sat frozen for a moment, their eyes locked. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, her lips parted. Her fingers began to retreat from his skin, but Noah's hand rose to cover hers, holding it to his face.

'Please, don't let go,' he whispered, leaning into her touch.

Y/N forced a deep breath, her throat tightening. The tears dribbled over, running down her face as she watched him. His eyes closed for a moment, letting himself linger in her touch.

'Give me a reason not to,' she said quietly, begging him.

Noah's eyes opened, his bloodshot hazel eyes staring deep into hers and his lip quivering.

'Because I still love you.'

He gently took her hand from his face, holding it over his heart. She could feel his pulse hammering against his chest, even through his shirt and the bandages.

'I can't promise it'll be perfect,' he told her, 'but I can promise that it'll never be the way that it was. We might fight, we might have days where we hate each other, but I promise you that no matter what I will always love you. At the end of the day, I will always come back to you. I can promise that you'll never be alone again.'

She pursed her lips, sniffing back tears. 'That's all I ever wanted from you,' she whimpered.

'And I'm sorry that it took me so long to see it.' He lifted his other hand to her cheek, wiping a tear from her face. 'Please, come home baby.'

'You know it's going to be hard, right? You're going to have to help me a lot for a while...'

'And I'll do it with a smile on my face,' he chuckled morosely. 'Anything is better than not having you.'

Y/N smirked weakly at him, squeezing his fingers. 'You know, I have an apartment that I can't just get rid of, I'm most of the way through a lease-'

'Oh my god,' he chuckled, 'you're really making me fight you right now?'

'Show me how bad you want me back,' she said with a tired smile.

With a smirk, he leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to hers. Her hand returned to his cheek and his fingers tilted her chin up. Their lips melded together like long lost puzzle pieces. Warmth bloomed in Noah's stomach at the feeling of her against him.

'Whatever you want, it's yours. I'll tattoo your name on my face, or write songs about you, or quit the damn band,' he whispered, his face hovering above hers, 'is that bad enough?'

'How about you just kiss me again and we'll call it even?' Y/N breathed, her stomach flipping as his eyes lit up. His grin made her heart flutter, the screen above the bed giving away her feelings.

Noah chuckled, kissing her again. He was careful not to hurt her, but years of longing poured into the kiss. Her fingers tangled into his hair, melting into him.

'I love you, so fucking much,' she said softly between kisses.

'I love you more.'

***

EPILOGUE

Her rasping, staggered breaths echoed in his ears. Her grip, once tight, slowly weakened; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake her.

The crimson pools dribbled from her body, the vicious wounds marring her skin as she laid on the stark white tile.

'Noah,' she whimpered, her eyes wide. Her body spasmed, shaking violently as she bled out.

'No, please. Stay with me,' he begged, 'stay with me baby, I've got you.'

The terror in her eyes made Noah sick. He wanted to stop it, to fix it, but he couldn't.

Instead he was forced to watch her die. Again.

She choked on her breath as her eyes glassed over. Any strength in her fingers faded, her hand falling slowly from his and landing in the pool of blood with a sickening splash.

'No,' Noah cried, 'no, Y/N, please! Come back! Y/N!'

A gentle hand on his shoulder began to drag him back, leaving her dead on the floor. He screamed, thrashing against the new hand's grip.

'No! No, please! Help her!'

'Noah!' A voice called to him. 'Noah, come on baby.'

His eyes flew open as he sat bolt upright in the bed. Droplets of sweat covered his body and his chest heaved as he stared into the darkness. His heart pounded in his chest, the blood pumping in his ears and almost drowning out the soft voice in the room.

His eyes adjusted quickly, searching for the source of the sound. Y/N sat to his side, her hand gingerly on his shoulder.

'Hey, it's okay,' she soothed, 'it was just a nightmare, baby. It's alright.'

He panted as he stared at her in the darkness. She was okay, there was no blood, no wounds. Noah wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. Her arms locked around him, her fingers running through his hair gently while he trembled.

'You're okay,' he breathed, 'thank god, you're okay.' He forced himself to breathe deeply, letting her fill his senses. Her soft breath in his ear, her fingers in his hair, her sweet smell...

'I'm alright, baby. It was just a bad dream,' she assured him. 'It's over now.'

Noah nodded tensely, nosing into her neck and closing his eyes. It had been six months and the memories were only just starting to fade. The scars on her skin had faded to a deep pink, and one day they would turn white. She still covered them, struggling to look at them, but he could feel the lump of scar tissue on her chest as he held her close.

'I'm sorry,' he said quietly, 'It was so real. For a second, you were gone again...' His eyes fell to the scar on her ribs. He could see it peeking out of the side of the oversized singlet she had stolen from him. She slept better wearing his shirt, and he wasn't going to deny her that comfort.

Y/N pulled back, shaking her head and taking his face in her hands. 'Noah, baby, look at me. It wasn't real, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere, okay? I promise.'

She ran her thumbs lightly across his cheeks, his hands moving to hold her wrists. In the dim light of the moon, she could see the tears in his eyes as the terror faded away.

'I love you,' she said, locking her eyes with his. 'Take a deep breath for me.'

Noah did as she asked, breathing in through his nose and exhaling heavily out his mouth. Y/N released his face, sliding her hands into his and squeezing gently. She lifted one to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

'I love you,' she said again.

'I love you more,' he told her, lifting her other hand to his heart and resting his forehead on hers.

'Enough to fight for me?'

'Always.'

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