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scribblestatic · 1 year ago

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Here's the published Chapter 1 for Of Death, Heroes, and Pork Cutlets.

Here's part of Chapter 2 I managed to write almost three years ago, and drabbles describing what would've continued after that point.

As always with my fics or AUs, warnings apply. Especially for this one, since it's rated E for explicit descriptions of blood and gore.

The institution of the Japanese police often gets flack for essentially being the clean-up crew in the aftermath of a villain attack. The lackeys of law enforcement in the day of pro heroes.

However, there are special teams the government directly created, designated to assist the heroes, nearly being heroes themselves. The SAT, or Special Assault Team, originally created in 1977 for a national safeguard against terrorism, was partially repurposed in 1996 during the rise of quirks.

In 2017, a few years after heroes were finally starting to be formally recognized by police, the government decided first to supervise the actions of the top heroes using the SAT just in case they went rouge.

SAT members were also among the casualties of the first great attack from █████████.

Once trust was further built between the police and the pro heroes with the founding of the Hero Public Safety Commission, the seedlings of the institutionalization of hero training, and governmental registration, instead of being watchdogs, in 2043, they became allies.

As the views of police began to shift more in favor of heroes instead of police, the SAT shifted further into the shadows until they became relatively unheard of. The first officially-recognized underground heroes were members of SAT who decided to utilize some of the freedoms heroism gave them while still associating heavily with the police.

By 2100, the name SAT had disappeared from many vocabularies. By 2175, it seemed almost as though they were nonexistent to the general public. By now, barely a Japanese citizen, even among the prefectural police, would know what you’re talking about. Some police even have stories of training with comrades who suddenly just left, deciding against continuing their training, without knowledge that they were accepting a new training altogether.

However, underground and certain pro heroes are aware of the existence of the SAT. The top trusted heroes, rated on a different scale than the publicity ratings, all acquire knowledge and potential usage of the SAT when the situation cannot be handled by a group of heroes alone, especially if the knowledge of the situation is not viable for other heroes except the one raising the alert. The SAT are often called on for Level 4 to Level 5 threats, or issues in which extreme secrecy is required.

All █████████ terrorist attacks have qualified for Level 5 alerts and the need for extreme secrecy.

And at the moment, despite being a Level 4 alert, the apparent reawakening of the dead also requires extreme secrecy.

——

The area is blocked off.

SAT specialists were brought in as soon as All Might had given additional information on the presumed quirk in question, and the specialists make sure that not a single sight, sound, or smell of the event is open for public eyes. They use their quirks to cause people to subliminally turn a blind eye or put up innocuous detour signs further away. Some roads are suddenly under construction. Some street lights suddenly stop working and need repairs. Nothing out of the ordinary.

A straight line of SAT officers stand at each end of the little tunnelway, all decked out in combat gear that could take a beating and armed with both bullets and tranquilizer darts. Bullets usually weren’t brought out, only used for if no other option was viable.

Quite frankly, they aren’t sure what options are viable. Training had prepared them for living combatants, after all.

“Fuckin’ hell...of all things. Of all things, it’s this. Shit. Should be thankful this happened at this location with All Might in particular present. For all intents and purposes, this is—”

The officer is given a subtle elbow to the side, the man choking on his muttered words.

“Don’t. Don’t say it.” The other officer grits her teeth behind her helmet. “Don’t say anything that could jinx this right now.”

There’s only two people between them and the other line of their comrades, each trusting the other to be careful. The first, the No. 1 hero of Japan, All Might. As the SAT is well aware of his limitations, he’s still in his deflated form, shadowed eyes staring straight at the other person, his phone in his hand.

Said other person is still groaning intermittently, his sickly pink brain matter exposed to the world and blood staining his white undershirt a very deep red. The crack in his skull runs all the way from somewhere under his bushy mess of green hair to the unfortunately crumpled nose smushed against his face like an abandoned post-it note.

Getting rid of the slime villain was an easy task—simply tossing the bottles to the officers for them to take to jail. The boy had followed the movements of his hands, however, so caution had keyed everyone up except for the short, lanky corpse himself. Especially when those pale, sea-foam eyes had settled right back on All Might.

“Hhhh...nnh...hhh…”

His skin’s gained a terrible pallor with so much of his blood coming out of his body. His nose dribbles with it, and it seeps out of his mouth, though most of it had spurt out from the initial damage to his head. He stumbles on unsteady feet, trying to stand up straight but being unable to for long periods of time.

An officer, carefully watching, brings her intercom up to her mouth. Her voice comes out of the top of the heavily armored car. “All Might, thank you for your patience,” she begins. “We’ll start the apprehension process.”

All Might nods firmly in reply, still staring at the boy.

“Hhhhhmm...nnaaAAah…”

...Is this some curse, All Might wonders. Because in all his years of being a hero, he has never once seen a quirk like this. At least, he assumes it’s a quirk.

Right?

Because he is not going to let himself fall into superstition. He’s doing his best to consider this situation logically, as illogical as it is. Even so, he’s only known of quirks that extend a person’s life span if they are alive. After all, that was the only way his former nemesis had been alive for so long. But he’s never seen a quirk that brings one back from the dead, especially not so half-heartedly.

The boy groans up at him, and he holds in a shudder.

No...he won’t let horror movies influence him in this real life situation. He has to think pragmatically.

Like how the boy has yet to look away from him, yet has not moved to attack him. The boy can clearly see despite the foam green color of his irides and the white shade that has overtaken his pupils. He’s only stumbled and tried to stay up straight, all the while staring up at him.

“...Young boy?”

He stays staring, wide open. All Might sees a resemblance between the boy’s current appearance and that of a dead, rotting market fish.

“Young boy… Young Midoriya, can you hear me?”

--- ---

And that's what I managed to finish.

Anyway, here's where it was gonna go.

Izuku's body seems to respond to his question with some more mindless groaning, but he realizes it's starting to sound somewhat like a word. The lines of SAT officers steadily close in as he tries to understand.

The more he hears it...the more it sounds like he's trying to say..."all"?

All Might? No...he has to be overthinking it.

Meanwhile, behind the defensive lines, the clean-up crew arrives. They're the ones who will be cleaning up Izuku's blood and waste before checking the sewage lines for his potentially biohazardous blood.

One of the people who arrived for the clean-up had been eating lunch in the van. They had just a bit of it left, that being a few pork buns. One of the others (eh, how about Chide) chide him for bringing food to a death scene, wondering how he could do it.

Meanwhile the guy...eh, let's call him Bun Man. Bun Man says something along the lines of "Dead body or no dead body, I've gotta eat to clean it up."

All Might gets a notice from the encroaching SAT members that the cleaning crew has arrived. He reports that he understands.

As he feels regret over the current condition of Izuku's body, he sees the boy's nose twitch. Though it's crinkled up against his bleeding face, it still moves a bit.

He sees the pale pupils in the body's eyes tremble, then constrict.

The deceased, who had been swaying harmlessly just moments before, suddenly turns his head with an audible crack. A low groan leaves his gaping mouth, startling the SAT team, who firm up their stance.

Izuku's body turns away from All Might and starts walking toward the line.

The SAT team he's facing calls out for him to stop moving, but he keeps stumbling toward them.

In an attempt to get him to stop, All Might contemplates grabbing him. His memories of watching zombie movies makes him not want to. After all, if he gets bitten and turned into something, he still has some of his energy left. What if he goes wild?

But he's not stopping his forward stumble. Perhaps he really did imagine the boy trying to say something. Had to be his own guilt.

...At the very least, he could keep his body from doing things that would endanger others. He'd just have to focus on not getting bitten.

So, All Might takes off his shirt--not like they haven't seen his dilapidated body before, anyway--and wraps it around one of his arms. The cloth should be able to keep the teeth from biting too hard once he grabs him.

He then goes for it, grabbing hold of Izuku's limp left arm, his wrapped arm going around his collarbones.

Izuku's body stops.

All Might starts to br--

Izuku's body steps forward again, dragging him.

He feels the shirt get wet with Izuku's almost completely drained blood and, apparently, saliva.

All Might's still not inflated, but he has some energy left for his quirk. Of course he'd be a bit weak when it comes to stopping him in such a form.

So, All Might inflates, using his quirk to become buff again.

Izuku's body stops short of stumbling forward, shoulders going slack.

The SAT team starts moving in a bit faster, seeing that the deceased has been constrained. All Might starts to say it's all ri--

Izuku's body lets out a groan, and he stomps down.

His step causes the concrete below him to crack. Most importantly, he drags All Might--inflated and using his quirk--forward for that step. And the next one. And the next one.

He starts stumbling faster as the groans turn to snarls. And All Might, to his shock, cannot stop him. Even as he digs his feet into the ground, using the full force of his weight (over 500 lbs in his buff form), the body trudges forward. At least he strains, but the fact anyone's able to pull against All Might in this form at all shocks the SAT members.

Their team leader approves of lethal retaliation as soon as All Might cannot hold on any longer. They'll shield All Might to prevent him from getting killed, but the kid, or what's left of him, has to go.

The boy's gaping maw lets out snarls now, saliva dripping as he lowers onto his hands and feet, crawling forward against All Might's strength and weight. His fingers shred against the ground, but they're bloodless and pale, leaving little more than pulpy, fleshy residue. His nails loosen and fall off from the strain.

But he continues forward.

All Might pulls with all his strength, but despite that, he continues.

Steam starts coming off his body, and he curses.

"Shit... Shit!"

His body weakens in a puff of smoke.

Silence...

Then Izuku's body bursts forth from the mist, mouth agape as a shrill shriek echoes in the tunnel.

The SAT team immediately begin non-lethal retaliation in an effort to get eyes on All Might before they shoot. But Izuku's suddenly quite fast.

And he's strong, too.

He bulldozes right through the line, even when a guy with a strength quirk tries to stop him. His lanky body acts like he's not there at all, running forward.

The cleaning crew, seeing this, begin to scramble to hide or avoid him as more SAT crew take aim.

Izuku's body runs right toward one of the guys who tripped and fell, now screaming bloody murder.

His mouth opens wider.

Several crew take the shot, hitting their marks.

Izuku's head explodes into gore. His body falls to the ground in a frump of limbs, right at the feet of the guy he was running at.

The man stares in shock at the now headless body. Well, mostly headless. The bottom jaw was still clinging to the bottom of his neck.

He starts to sag, and the SAT team starts moving in.

But then he cries out in shock and horror. All Might looks over from where he is in the tunnel, stumbling to his feet to go and...try...something.

Izuku's body hasn't stopped moving.

His hand, worn down to reveal the tips of his finger bones, cling to the man's ankle. His other hand reaches up, grasping his other calf. He cries out for help as someone takes a shot at the body's chest.

The headless body doesn't even flinch as it crawls up onto the man. Now, they can't take any shots except to kill them both.

The guy begs for help as the mostly headless body gets on top of him. The tongue in its bottom jaw lolls out, seeming longer than before and much too prehensile. The throat gurgles above him, and the man begs to not have his face eaten off...

But the body's face crawls past him.

Instead, it approaches his hand.

Just as the man starts to beg to not have his hand eaten, the body's suddenly barbed tongue shoots out, making him scream.

A SAT members shoots.

It hits the body in the shoulder, but that doesn't deter it.

Instead, it drags the thing it caught with its tongue closer...

The box with the man's remaining pork buns in it.

The raw, fleshy fingers stumble over getting the box open, and the man, scared, stiltedly tries to get from under the body. Of course, with the blood and bile and waste, it smells disgusting, and he almost vomits. But he holds back enough to move, even able to adjust the body to get from under it.

The instant he has space, he backs away.

But the body isn't paying attention to him.

Instead, it has gotten the pork bun box open and is ripping the remaining buns apart before swallowing the pieces. It even puts a bun against the base of its head and allows the tongue to pull it in, swallowing it whole.

Once all the buns are gone, the body sits back on its knees.

Then, it twitches.

The bullet in its shoulder falls out.

So do the other bullets that shot into it.

The flesh around its jaw gurgles, and blood starts to drip from its destroyed fingertips. Then, with crackling and wet noises, the body shifts and changes...growing something...

Within seconds, the body forms a new head.

However, unlike the one the body perhaps had before, it now has a jagged, pale scar from the top of it's hairline head down past its nose and toward its upper lip.

When it...when he sighs, he sounds relieved.

He sags to the side, flopping over quietly.

Everyone stares, frozen, and in shock. Then, the SAT squad leader calls on them to move in, and they quickly go forward, cuffing the boy's wrists and binding him in as many ways possible.

All Might sits back, aghast.

Then, he looks at his hands.

Wh...

What in the world just happened?

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saintsofwarding · 2 years ago

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EMBRYO

Chapter 13: I Wanna be a Cowboy, Baby

When Rose was ten, after the pony incident had faded to something of a nostalgic memory, Heisenberg had looked at the little girl, wan and pale and noodle-armed, and said, without warning, "Hey. Wanna beat each other up?"

"...What?" Rose had looked up from the book she was only half-reading. Heisenberg was bent over the table, cigar in his teeth, glasses pushed down his nose, working without cease on a snarl of engine parts, cables, and wiring. Tools levitated around him; he'd just pluck one from midair whenever he needed it.

"Kids at school call you weird," he said. "Push you around. I know. You don't tell me about it but I've seen the bruises. I know you don't want to use your freaky tentacles on 'em. Still. That shit doesn't slide with me."

"I'm fine," Rose had protested, but Heisenberg had held up a grease-stained hand, cutting off her next words.

"If you don't stop those little bastards," he said, with a tell-tale growl in his voice to match his ferine grin, "I'm gonna have to. And I'm not gonna be as nice to 'em as you will."

The very real threat of Heisenberg murdering her elementary school bullies had been enough to prompt Rose to accept his offer of combat training. As it turned out, 'combat training' boiled down to 'how to throw a haymaker and survive a hard-core, knock-me-down, blood-in-the-eyes bar fight'. It made sense to Rose, even at the time; he relied on his powers to win every scrap he found himself in, and with good reason.

Still, there was no denying that Heisenberg could throw a mean punch. Hours they spent in the alley behind their grimy inner-city building, Rose nervous at first as he showed her how to hold her wrist, how to keep her thumb outside her fingers so she didn't shatter it- "Not that a broken finger would stop you for long, kid."- but as they repeated the set- punch, knee to the groin or guts, stomp their fuckin' face in- she began demanding more and more, longer and longer, until her muscles ached and her hands hurt and at last she got it right.

Sweaty, hair sticking to her face even in the cool autumn air, she grinned up at Heisenberg and got her hair ruffled in response.

"Good job, Rosie," he'd told her, and flung his arm over her shoulder, hugging her to his side. "Hey, you wanna go eat junk food 'til we puke?"

The kids at school didn't bother her anymore, and didn't squeal on her; maybe getting decked by a wispy little blonde kid they considered humiliation enough.

I've fought worse than you, Rose had thought, remembering a forest howling with snow, the snarls of lycans deep between the trees. The glimmer of their eyes. But she'd never fought people before, ones who could look back at her in fear.

Now, her arms folded over her stomach, her heartbeat ticking the seconds by, she knew she was right back in it again.

"This is the plan," Chris Redfield said. "And I'm only gonna say it once, so all of you, pay attention."

A roomful of BSAA commandos- the entire combatant task force within the temporary facility- stretched before him. They stared at him, at Rose, eyes full of suspicion or resolve. Each one of these people, Rose knew, was prepared to fill her with bullets the second she did something weird. Each one of these people had trained for years to fight creatures like her.

Still, some of the suspicion was aimed at Redfield. She'd seen the kind of man he was from Heisenberg's memories- the golden boy of the people, the soldier who'd stared demons in the face time and time again and come out on top. What had changed now?

Rose shifted in the new and much more practical black pants and jacket Chris had unearthed for her to wear. She had the uncomfortable feeling this treatment had something to do with not only his failure at the village, but his failure afterward, as well. Losing both her and one of Miranda's top ex-enforcers in one fell swoop...maybe it had knocked him down a few notches in the eyes of the organization he worked for.

"I've spoken to HQ," Chris went on. "Because Rosemary here has given me the information I need for me and the Hound Wolf Squad to root out Ouroboros and take them down. It might simply be one head on the hydra, but destroying their Embryo deployment facility here in Regent City will send them a message they can't ignore. Maybe next time, they'll think twice about sending their monsters into the path of civilians."

"You got more info on this plan, Redfield? Or are you all just talk?" called a voice from the crowd.

"Backup from HQ will be here within the hour," Chris went on, ignoring whoever had spoken. Rose tightened her arms around herself, trying not to fidget, chew the skin on her lips, look suspicious. Behind her, between Chris and the door to the room, the Hound Wolf Squad stood at the ready- casual, but Rose sensed their tension. They'd spring into action, a seamless unit, at Chris's command. "Plenty of time to get to the Embryos and blow them to hell. From there, it's cleanup, and we can all go home."

"And why's she not in the cage with the other bioweapon?" asked a woman to the left of the room with a massive burn-scar down the side of her face. She gestured at Rose.

"That's the thing," Chris said.

He glanced at Rose- a tiny, quick dart of the eyes.

A signal.

You ready?

Rose gave a little nod in return.

Sure. We'll go with that.

"Miss Winters will explain the rest," Chris said, and stepped back.

"Sorry, guys," Rose said, and flung out her arms.

Mold exploded from the walls, the floor, from her; it fed and thrived in this dark, dank place, multiplying on itself into a startling mass of writhing blackness. The BSAA commandos burst into movement, orders shouted, curses aimed at the mold, at her, at Chris ushering the Hound Wolf Squad back through the door.

"You got this?" he called to Rose.

"Yeah!" A vast mold-tentacle wound together with another, smaller tentacles weaving between them to form a thick, impenetrable webbing, like she'd done to tie up Sam, like she'd done to block the window at the hospital. "Go get him out! Now!"

More mold sprayed forth, the webbing thickening even as the soldiers hacked at it with combat knives; gunfire rattled from within, followed by a yelp of pain.

"Don't shoot!" Rose yelled. "The bullets'll ricochet back at you!" Her hands splayed, her eyes half-lidded, she sensed the shape of her mold-cage- a rough sphere containing the roomful of people, enclosing them on all sides. Moving her hands, she guided mold tendrils to places that needed reinforcement and snaked them around the limbs of commandos that seemed particularly good at hacking into the tough, oily stuff, immobilizing them.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, I know this is weird, she thought as she hoisted them into the air, suspending them like trapeze artists from ropes of mold. At last she was done. She lowered her hands, stepping back from the massive sphere of mold that had grown within the room in minutes. She still heard yelling from within, the chop of weapons against the barrier.

Shit. She needed to scare them into stopping, give her and Chris some extra time.

"Don't try and escape!" she yelled, after a beat. "I've seeded the air with toxic mold spores. They're dormant now, but the second you breach the cage I'll know, and I'll cause them to blossom in your lungs and turn you into my slaves...or worse!"

Eveline's laugh echoed in her mind. She shoved it away. I'm not actually gonna freaking do that, you psycho, she told herself, but another part of her wondered if she could.

If she had to, would she enslave someone to her command, like Eveline, like Miranda?

She'd once shut down Heisenberg's ferrokinesis to keep him from killing a town full of people, had only restored it when she'd deemed him stable enough to use it again. Sure, that had been a necessary decision in the moment, but actually making him do things, controlling him like a puppet, was only one or two steps further along that same path.

She gave her head a little shake. One of the commandos had dropped their gun in the initial chaos, a mean-looking black pistol. Rose scooped it up without thinking and shoved it through her belt, then spun on her heel and dashed from the room, after Chris and the Squad.

Chaos met her down the hallways. An alarm blared, a shrill klaxon from corroded warehouse speakers. The non-combatant BSAA operatives who'd accompanied Chris here scurried from her as she ran down the corridors, trying to remember which way had led to Heisenberg's containment cell. All these damn hallways looked the same.

"Where are the guards? Where the hell are all the guards?" one guy was yelling into a radio. Rose came up behind him and slammed her knee into his back, knocking him into a wall. She cracked her boot down on the radio, smashing it to pieces, then spun him around to face her.

"They're a little tied up at the moment," she said. "I'm lost. Where's the metal man?"

"You...you can't intimidate me..."

I don't have time for this, Rose thought. She got out her new gun and pressed it to the dude's eyeball. "Wanna bet?"

He pointed the way.

As she raced down the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time, she felt a rippling impactfrom beneath her, a blast that rained chips of concrete from the ceiling and made the lights flicker like a haunted house's.

That sounded like a really thick sheet of glass going boom. She'd better hurry.

"You!"

The voice echoed to her. She looked down as a man in black body armor charged from the shadows. Before he slid his mask over his eyes she recognized him- the guy who'd challenged Chris earlier, who'd accused him of having a death wish.

"Knew Redfield had gone soft," he yelled, leaping up the steps as Rose stumbled back, fumbling for her pistol. "Too long in the business, huh?"

He drew and fired as Rose wrangled her gun from her side; white agony tore through her hand as it burst like rotten fruit, a shower of blood glistening in the muzzle flash. She screamed; her pistol spiraled over the railing, her mangled hair hanging off her wrist.

As the guy closed the distance between them he unsheathed a massive hooked combat knife from his side.

"You're not a zombie," he went on, "but I figure taking off the head'll do the trick anyway."

He lashed out. Rose barely dodged his swing. His second sparked off the railing, gashing her cheek on its way past; she felt the cold of the cut before she felt the slip of blood down her face.

She jerked out of the way as he spun, stumbling backward down the stairs as he geared up to charge.

"You might look like Winters' kid, but I know a mutant when I see one." He flipped the knife from hand to hand; Rose concentrated, trying to gather her thoughts enough to summon her mold, but her brain was a scrabble of terror and pain, the flesh of her mangled hand twitching, trying to stick itself back together. Come on. The power is a part of you. It's a part of you. "You aren't anything anymore, just like he was at the end. You'll die just like he did."

He lunged; the knife glittered, raised to gash down into her neck; Rose did the only thing her desperate brain could think of, the only thing she could do. She slammed her good hand over his helmet visor and sent the mold right in.

Tentacles tore from her hand, winding under the helmet and into every available orifice. Eyes, mouth, nose; his muffled cry of horror bit off as they filled his airways. Rose sent her awareness into his head; cold enclosed her mind, echoing, shifting darkness, the gibber of thoughts, the pulse of a heart that wasn't hers- let me go let me go let me go-

Quiet.

He went limp. Rose tore her hand backward, mold tentacles retracting, as the BSAA soldier tipped backward, collapsing in a heap to the stairs. Breathing hard, Rose stared. His face beneath the helmet was blackened and slimy, dark blood oozing from his nose and eyes, as if he'd already begun to rot. Her head felt stuffed with wool, all sound muffled.

He was dead.

She'd killed him.

Was she gonna be sick?

No. No. She couldn't be. She couldn't stop now. As she turned, preparing to go on, the corpse began to liquefy and collapse in on itself. Within seconds he was a puddle of black goo that quickly crystallized, becoming nothing more than dust.

The door was still a level below- but that wasn't an issue, was it? Before she could overthink it, Rose swung her legs over the handrail and leaped. Her heart jolted- then her feet slammed to concrete. She sprang upright and pushed through the door, into the hall beyond.

Smoke billowed over her as she shouldered through doors busted off their hinges and into the containment room. She almost tripped over the bodies at the door. The guards, she realized, out cold. Her eyes watered as she squinted through the smoke, toward the mass of smashed glass and off-kilter floodlights pointing off at crazy angles.

The containment cell had been blasted open, a ring of charred floor spreading from what looked like the initial explosion point.

"Chris?" she called.

Someone grabbed her shoulder; she whirled with a scream, but it was just one of the Hound Wolf Squad, a fox-faced redhead in a pair of tactical goggles.

She gave Rose a nod. "Made it out?" she asked. "Nice work, hotshot."

Rose managed a small smile. "Thanks."

"How long until they follow?" Chris called.

He had his gun pointed at Heisenberg, who stood in the slew of shattered glass, staring at him with a slight, smug grin on his face.

"What's a-matter?" he asked Chris. "Is Big Bad Redfield scared?"

"You told me you were gonna kill me slow last time we had a nice heart to heart," Chris said, coolly.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I," Heisenberg said. His grin widened. "Lucky for you I've still got this collar on."

"Take it off," Rose told Chris.

He glanced at her. "No way-"

"Take it off or he's not going anywhere," Rose said. "And neither am I. He'll listen to me."

Heisenberg laughed.

"He'll listen," Rose pressed. She put her hand to Chris's massive bicep. "My mold cage won't hold forever, and sooner rather than later we're gonna get overwhelmed. If you ever trusted my dad, trust me now and take the collar off."

Chris's jaw clenched, but he nodded at one of the Squad, who stepped in, unfolding a little toolkit, and got to work on the collar. Heisenberg tipped his head back, maintaining eye contact with Chris, his grin sinking slowly into a slight glitter of bared teeth.

Rose stood, her good hand raised. Come on. Don't let this all come crashing down. She couldn't stop seeing the dead man in the stairwell outside. Please, please, please-

The collar clicked open.

Heisenberg lunged.

With a snarl of laughter he grabbed Chris by the front of his harness and hoisted him into the air- it looked impossible, improbable, but he did it, a wave of pure magnetism sweeping from him, blasting aside all loose metal objects in the room, sending the Hound Wolf Squad stumbling.

"Attack pattern bister!" ordered the Afrikaner.

"This is for invading my fuckin' factory," Heisenberg snarled, his other hand around Chris's throat, his grip tightening with each word. Chris wheezed, fighting Heisenberg's grip. "For those fuckin' horse pills you shot me with. For being a total- fuckin'- asshole-"

"Heisenberg!" Rose commanded. "No!"

He looked at her. She stood with her injured hand raised, with mold writhing from the wound, pulling together shattered bone and cartilage, mangled flesh and strings of muscle, slicking it all down with a wet, sickening crackle.

"You screw this up now and I swear to god I'm gonna kill you," Rose said.

Heisenberg's eyes narrowed. He looked back at Chris.

His grin reappeared, as megawatt as ever.

"Looks like today's your lucky day," he said, and dropped him. Chris stumbled back; he touched his throat. The Hound Wolf Squad, circling them, lowered their weapons.

Heisenberg ambled over to Rose and gently took her injured hand, now almost entirely healed. "Who did this?" he said.

"Someone dead."

"Good," Heisenberg told her. He stroked his thumb over the wound. "'Cause otherwise I would've had to waste more time hunting 'em down and ripping their fuckin' head off."

He looked up. "Now where the hell is my coat?"

***

The outer wall exploded in a blast of rubble and orange flames. Beyond stretched the greenish gloom of a multilevel parking garage.

As Rose and Heisenberg moved in, the Squad hung back.

"Cover us," Chris ordered them. "But don't get overwhelmed. Get the hell out and to safety if it gets rough, you hear me?"

"You got it, Alpha."

Chris fell into step alongside Rose as the Hound Wolf Squad peeled away, vanishing back into the facility.

"We need to get somewhere high up," Rose began. "That way we'll have the best chances of drawing in the Embryo while keeping it away from everyone else."

"Good call. We'll head to the roof. And then-"

"I got it from there," Heisenberg drawled.

Gunfire rattled from behind them, echoing long through the parking garage. Chris's frown deepened, but he just picked up his pace, leading them toward the elevator. Its controls were dark, and when he slammed his fist into them, nothing happened.

"Shit," he muttered. "Someone cut the power. We'll have to take the stairs."

"Seriously?" Heisenberg said.

He clicked his fingers. The elevator doors crashed apart with the squeal of metal on metal. "Age before beauty, Redfield," he said, gesturing in.

Chris got in, which Rose thought was pretty generous of him.

"You're going straight back in your goddamn cage the second this is over," he said.

"Assuming a monster doesn't bite your head off in the meantime."

A brow lifted. "Yeah? That mean you or the Embryo?"

"Heh," Heisenberg said. "We can get creative."

"Can we not?" Rose said loudly.

"'Course. Sorry, sorry." Heisenberg lifted his arms, straining slightly; high above, the sound of grinding echoed down the elevator shaft, and with a hum and a shudder, the elevator lurched into the air far faster than it would have under its own steam. The parking garage shot out of view, and then they were soaring upward, the shaft walls a blur of concrete and work lights outside the elevator's smashed-open doors.

Rose held on, explaining the plan to Heisenberg. When at last the elevator slowed, coming to a halt with another squeal of metal and the smell of burning, she let go and stepped into the rainy darkness beyond.

The rooftop of what looked like a warehouse complex stretched before her, slick with rain, Regent City a blur of light over its edge. She pulled up her jacket hood and followed Heisenberg to the middle of the roof, the two of them watching the skies. She didn't miss the slight hitch in his walk, the way he winced and pressed his hand, briefly, to his chest. She didn't point out the obvious. They both knew he was still hurt.

From below-

Shouts. Commands. The hiss of radio static.

"Dammit," Chris muttered. He drew his sidearm, checked the magazine, reloaded it with deft speed. "We got incoming."

"Come on," Rose whispered. Her nails cut into her palms. If this didn't work, if the Embryo didn't show, if the BSAA backup Chris had called got here before they brought this whole thing down, they'd all three of them be locked up so tight there was no hope of freedom for them.

But if it does-

If they don't-

Maybe Heisenberg sensed what she was thinking, some scrap of connection giving him insight into her head. Maybe he just knew her all too well. He was looking down at her, now, not at the sky. His eyes winked in the light, pupils glimmering an eerie green.

"Almost Halloween," he remarked.

"Uh-huh."

"What you wanna do this year, kid? Carve turnips?"

"Pumpkins."

"Turnips," Heisenberg insisted. "To keep away the evil spirits. So you don't wake up with your wolf-sick mother chewing on your toes."

He had, as well, an unusual grasp on holidays. He'd tried to celebrate things like 'Midwinter Tithe' and 'Wolf-Milk Moon' when she was a child, had decorated for these days with garlic blossoms and candles, black feathers and wreaths of red ribbon. It was one of the few times she'd seen him reverent, and had moaned how she didn't want this, she wanted the same stuff her friends and classmates celebrated.

"Fine," she said now. "Turnips."

"We'll watch something gory. Something real sick and twisted."

"I'll ask the girl at the video store for recommendations."

"Hey," Heisenberg said. "Since this whole Sam thing seems like a bust, maybe you can ask her for her, uh, number, or, uh, whatever it is you kids do."

"Yeah. Sure."

"Sorry about all that, anyway."

"I'm not sure it would work out in the long run."

"Yeah, well." He paused. "Rose."

"Mm-hm."

"Whatever happens-"

"Don't," Rose said, softly. She took his thumb and squeezed it, briefly, like she had when she was a child, her hands too small to hold anything else. "Save it. Okay?"

He nodded.

"Okay, kid," he said, his voice so soft she barely heard it through the rain.

"Here they come!" Chris roared.

The sound of metal breaking, of a command shouted over distance; Chris dived behind the elevator and fired, the crack of his gunfire echoing across the rooftops. Heisenberg shoved Rose out of the way, closer to the edge of the roof. Metal particles whirled into a cyclone around them, glittering in the light pollution.

"Over there-"

"Find and contain the bioweapons! If they attack-"

"Shit! Again?"

A howl echoed through the rain, through the chaos of the gunfight, Chris somehow holding off the entire retinue of BSAA commandos. Pressure swept the roof. Massive wings flashed through the low clouds, underlit by the city lights. Another shriek split Rose's head. Her heart hammered, her adrenaline spiking.

With a look at Heisenberg, she flung herself to her feet. He was at her back; he tore a piece of corrugated metal off the rooftop as the BSAA opened fire. Bullets hailed off the makeshift shield- not as many as their could have been; half the gunfire went toward the skies, keeping the Embryo back. Rose didn't want to keep it back. She leapt onto the railing and stood in the freezing, gusting rain, her arms outstretched, Heisenberg pulling more metal around them, making a bigger and bigger shield, lightning arcing between the plates.

"Come on!" Rose screamed. The Embryo's shriek echoed back to her, as if in answer. "I'm right here! Come and get me!"

It swooped from the clouds without warning: an instant of shadow, and then it was there, wings unfurled, its mouthparts splayed, the muzzle fire illuminating it from within so its translucent matter seemed to glow with ruddy light. Rose dived out of the way, and Heisenberg whirled into her place, jagged metal shards at the ready.

With a snarl he sent them at the Embryo: not to kill it, not even to incapacitate it. They sliced through the blobs of tumorous matter on either side of the thing's neck and bent, forming a kind of collar.

If we kill it, another one will take its place, Rose had told Chris. We've got to stop it at the source. Stop Ouroboros' Embryo program once and for all.

So?

So- we don't know where these monsters are coming from.

She'd given him a hard grin.

But the monsters do.

"Chris!" Rose screamed, turning to scan the gunfight. He was there, hunkered down behind cover, raining fire on the incoming BSAA. "Now!"

"You go! I'll follow you when I get these bastards off your tail."

"Don't die," Rose called.

He saluted her. "You too, Winters."

Heisenberg grabbed the back of her coat, his other hand outstretched, lassoing the Embryo in place with the strength of his power alone. It clawed at its collar, but the metal bit deep into its matter, mutagen and acid raining to the city below.

"Hang on," Heisenberg said, and leaped. Rose yelped; they sailed into empty air, pulled along by his magnetism. With a clang he landed on the Embryo's back, boots adhered to the collar like he had with the tank-plane's wing.

He circled his finger and another piece of metal whirled into a length of cable, rough and barbed. He lashed it to the collar as Rose hung on around his neck, clinging onto him like a baby monkey.

She yelped again as Heisenberg released his control over the Embryo. Its massive wings beat down; the rooftop fell away, beast and Heisenberg and Rose rocketing higher into the sky.

The monster bucked and twisted, trying to throw them off, but Heisenberg kept them stuck tight. He cackled as they soared higher and higher, all the way from his guts, an unbridled sound of pure, maniacal joy.

"Yee-fuckin-haw!" he yelled. "Look at me, Rose! Look at me! I've tamed the beast! I should have done this to Dimitrescu years ago! Ha-HA! Imagine the look on those fool villagers' faces when they saw me riding their dragon countess into the middle of-"

"Yeah, I bet it'd be great, please let me down."

"Oh yeah." He released her. She slid down him and onto the collar. It was just wide enough to kneel on without touching the monster's acidic flesh. The edges of the collar were just beginning to blacken and crumble. She hoped to god they'd have time to find its den before the collar disintegrated entirely.

She'd clamped two pairs of thick handcuffs around her upper arms and ankles when she got dressed in her new clothes, smuggled to her between the T-shirt and pants thanks to Chris. They hummed against her skin as Heisenberg kept his control on them, holding her in place on the Embryo's back.

When she'd explained the plan to him on the elevator, all he'd said was, "We're gonna ride that thing?"

"Yep," she'd said, tensely.

He'd grinned in return. "Sold. Let's fuckin' go."

Sometimes she wanted to bash his head in with a shovel. Other times, though, it was really, really easy to like him.

They careened through the sky. The wind resistance was murder, like ropes pressing her arms to her sides; Rose grit her teeth, mold writhing around her forearms, forming a thick layer over her skin.

She pulled forward and pressed her hands to the back of the Embryo's neck, onto flesh.

See, Rosemary? I knew you could do it.

"Shut up, Eveline," Rose spat, and with a screaming effort, she shoved her mind into the Embryo like a knife into butter.

She'd expected resistance. Monster impulses. Something weird.

She hadn't expected memories.

They washed over her, a flooding, drowning deluge. She lost the edges of her physical body, flung into the depths of her own mind. White-coated scientists, seen through hazy pink liquid. An endless winding maze of white corridors. The movement of waves glimpsed through a porthole. A number, emblazoned on dark metal in white paint. Hands- her hands?- pallid and dark-veined, covered in sensors. The agony and fear as her body sloughed away from itself, as it was torn apart by some mistake in its genetic code, its mutation too violent.

A song, a voice, winding through the memories, stitching them together. A little girl, lost in the dark forest...

A voice, dry and bored and masculine. The girl's DNA is too unstable. She's powerful, but there's not enough cohesion between her original makeup and the new biomatter grafted onto her by the genetic recombination.

A new voice, a woman's voice, strained and desperate. Just...just let us keep working...I know she'll be enough!

The first speaker gave a heavy sigh. An interesting specimen, to be sure, but I think our efforts are better expended elsewhere...

Wait! The second voice again. Wait. I know what we can do. Where I can find you a perfect hybrid. Believe me. You don't know how special he is.

Rose came back into her body with a raw gasp. Her heart pounded.

"Heisenberg," she yelled.

"What!"

"Veer toward the ocean! I know where we can find them!"

The Embryo screeched as he drove the metal spikes deeper, giving it a lash down its left side with the sparking end of the cable. They hung a right, scraps of cloud whipping through Rose's hair as they dropped in altitude. Regent City burst into view, the ocean stretching beyond, the lights from the docks drawn long as candle flames over the water. Rose's stomach lurched as the Embryo's wings angled, bringing them into a steeper descent.

Under her knees, the acid crept up, and up, and up the collar.

They didn't have much time.

"There!" she cried, pointing to one of the long industrial docks that stretched out into the water. "Take us there!"

They landed with more grace than the tank-plane; that wasn't saying much. The Embryo drove down its wings as the last moment, claws screeching on the concrete, bashing past unloaded cargo containers and a row of parked cars before it finally rolled to a halt.

It wasn't done. It shoved upright on its wing-knuckles, snapping its vast jaws.

Its tongue burst from the depths of its mouth. Heisenberg jerked back as it whipped around toward them. A slash of his arm sent a shard of metal through it, severing the tongue at the base. The movement proved too much for the collar. It snapped with a twang; Heisenberg grabbed Rose and bailed. They crashed to the ground as the Embryo whirled, blood and acid spraying from its mouth, and screamed.

Rose squared up to fight, Heisenberg at her side. But something was happening to the Embryo, something weird. There seemed to be something caught in its throat; it made exaggerated hacking movements, like a cat trying to cough up a hairball.

"Now that's messed up," was all Heisenberg, said as the Embryo hacked the- whatever it is- onto the pavement, and Rose saw with dawning horror just how right he was.

#re8 #re8 fic #re8 fanfiction #Karl Heisenberg #Rosemary Winters #chris redfield #hound wolf squad #resident evil village #resident evil #chapter 13

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starrycassi · 2 months ago

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Posted this yesterday with a fever (already went to the doctors. Got a 48 hour rest because it's apparently viral) but I see the vision of fever induced me.

Consider:

There's only 10 of them because they only admit in the best of the best. Coach Wymack is a bitter man who lost the loves of his life (Kayleigh) and turned all his grief into rage. He raised their son to keep his late love's legacy alive. Kevin will be the best. There is no other option. He takes kids from underprivileged families on purpose, knowing damn well that manipulating them is way easier, especially when he can just throw money at their problems until they have no one to turn to but him. The underdog stunt is a great marketing tactic, after all. He doesn't care about great techniques and amazing maneuvers — that can be taught. He wants the more vicious, ravenous and blood-thirsty players out there. Spirit is innate, and he's willing to polish it.

Danielle Wilds and Kevin Day as captain and vice captain: Obsessive, ruthless. Stopping at nothing and for no one. Raised as brothers (Wymack took Dan in much earlier here, bear with me) they fight with each other as often as they do with anyone else. Dan is of the mentality that is she managed to do it with her disadvantages, then everyone else should be able to. Kevin is still Kevin minus the redemption arc. He is constantly trying to cut Dan at the knees and vice versa. Their sibling bonding time consists of wacking each other in the head with the racquets as hard as possible.

Andrew Minyard: They get him to agree in the same way that they did the first time around — through his family. This time around, however, there are way more vague threats about flimsy planes to Germany and unexpected car crashes. Wymack encourages Andrew's violence as long as it's not going to damage their chances at winning. Yada yada we've all read nest Andrew fics. Basically that.

Nicky, Matt and Aaron: Still haven't figured out exactly what'll do with them. I know Aaron has in fact killed a man but they are like the most likely to call the cops in this whole thing. Thinking of the bitter for the things they've endured, eager to prove themselves angle.

Do take into account that Wymack isn't torturing his players for fun in her. He IS torturing them, but only when they "misbehave gravely". It's more of an economical violence situation, and he does let all of his players take a go at each other. There's no actual hierarchy outside of the field so if they want to gang up and beat the shit out of Kevin, it ain't his problem. As long as they don't do something rash like, idk, break his hand.

Renee is the trickiest one. She'd have to be taken in before Stephanie ever did, technically still being Natalie. But, you know, if she did, I'm sore that nothing would stop this woman from decking Andrew in the face. That's how they become friends. Street recognizes street.

Allison and Seth... I can just see them letting power get to their heads. Definitely. Again, both have something to prove.

Neil: I'm sorry but this man is a NIGHTMARE. Whole team scared of him low-key. Only read he isn't a captain or vice is because he refused to be. Absolutely ape shit child. Threatens to kill his teammates at least once a day.

I know that I would have to bend and mold various aspects of their personalities and backgrounds for this to work but guys hear me out okay. They're all evil. They're all punching each other in the eyes. They very blatantly tell the press that their trainings include balls flying to the face because "that's how it's done in real games, you imbeciles". Listen to me please please -

Ia there like any after swap aus? Like all the foxes as ravens? I know that there's some individual ones but I wanna see a whole reverse au or whatever

If there isn't one I might just have to write it myself atp

#aftg #all for the game #atfg au #andrew aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #renee walker #hear me out #HEAR ME OOUT #ravens au #nest au #someone help me name this au

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years ago

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Could I request the vice housewardens + Ruggie play fighting with the reader, is there a certain way they initiate if they play fight at all? Do they smack talk? I NEED TO KNOW

Also don't forget to drink water and consume your fruits and veggies 💛

This request made me so happy and it was hilarious to think about someone fighting a bunch of cryptids for fun. Anyway yes absolutely I hope this if acceptable and thank you for reminding me, I am currently drinking water now

Okay so the vice housewardens (or second in commands, which is more accurate) are the feistiest group at NRC. They are all shady or ready to deck someone which makes me think that it’s simply a trait housewardens look for. I’d imagine they all play-fight, but where and how varies greatly. Also the tags look so gnarly but I swear none of them are that violent

Hit me with your best shot

Characters: Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook, Ortho, Lilia, Floyd (mentioned)

Tw// fighting, violence, drowning (mentions), biting, hunting, Rook typical behavior, Leech typical behavior, food, bruises/marks, blood mention

Trey

Definitely a play fighter in the casual way.

Most likely to poke at you, smack you with a pillow, throw something at you, etc.

He’s probably the second gentlest in this regard because he’s human and not training to beat the fuck out of someone

When you play fight it’s probably because one of you is being snippy after a long day of dealing with other peoples bullshit.

You aren’t likely to end up actually injured or bruised or anything, but you may end up wrestling on the floor of Trey’s room or smacking each other with pillows.

He’s an older brother so he knows restraint but the urge to pull hair and smack the shit out of someone is strong.

Instead he just pins you to the ground and dramatically lays on you to keep you there

You guy definitely have a food fight.

Not like, with finished dishes or anything, but in a ‘I dropped some ice from the freezer and instead of kicking it under the fridge, we’re playing ice soccer in the kitchen at 3 am’ kind of way.

Or sometimes when you have leftover frosting from a cake he’s made you end up flinging it at each other.

If you ever cover his mouth he will lick it and give you an evil smirk

His trash talk is somehow both very good and very bad at the same time.

He gets into it but he also uses stupid insults like “you’re a poopface” mostly because he wants you to know he’s joking because onetime he called riddle an asshole and he cried so now he’s careful

Please take a boxing class with him you two would have so much fun

Ruggie

Initiates by walking up and biting your shoulder or sometimes just shoving you and running.

If you accept playfighting him at least once be prepared he’s going to do it a lot.

He has so much pent up aggression.

Half of the fighting is smack talk and boy does he have a MOUTH.

Hopefully you have thick skin because otherwise when he says shit like “you look like a gazelle ass fucked a cactus” you might actually cry

Definitely rougher when he plays.

Expect claw marks, bites, bruises, and sore limbs when you’re done fighting.

Try to ignore the stares you get from everyone when they see a bite mark on your shoulder because how do you explain you didn’t do that you were actually just beating the shit out of each other

He will start a fight literally anywhere and you two probably go at it for at least an hour before he gives up

If he ends up drawing blood he’s frantically making sure you’re alright and patching you up

Probably play fights with you as warmup for spelldrive practice.

This entails him coming to your room, pouncing on you to wake you up, then maniacally laughing when you fight him off with a scowl.

But on the bright side, he brought you breakfast (Leona paid for it, shhh) so it wasn’t for nothing

Jade

Jade isn’t one to play fight normally, he has a reputation to keep up.

So he won’t usually initiate that.

If you start to goad him into it, he just gives you a menacing smile then turns you over to Floyd to play like that.

If you still insist on playing with him, he will literally just pick you up and sling you over his shoulder until you promise to stop.

Then he drops you on the ground.

Now, that’s how it goes on land, anyway. But in water? Hooboy, hope you can hold your breath.

Jade’s third favorite thing to do is drag people underwater (the first two are hiking in the mountains and teasing Azul) and luckily for you, he remembers just how much you like play fighting!

And since Jade’s in the water, chances are Floyd is too.

They rarely do fun things without each other.

So now you’re going to be fighting for your life from two mischievous mer-eels.

Jade wears a darkly serene expression as he asks you whatever could be the matter and Floyd looks like he’s won the fucking jackpot when you surface from getting dragged into the water with them

You will not win this playfight, because there is little distinguishing it from a real one.

The only difference is that they aren’t actually trying to harm you, but you probably won’t realize that when Jade repeatedly drags you under water to see how long you can hold your breath, trapping your legs with his tail.

He finds the way you beat at him with your fists pretty adorable, which is lucky because that means you won’t drown today!

You will receive 0 aftercare from him for this traumatic experience, but he may invite you to do it again.

Don’t accept it’s a tr-

Jamil

You’re not so much play-fighting Jamil as you’re training with him.

Which is probably good, it means there’s rule and a time limit.

Anyway, most of his comments are half trash talk and half trying to get a rise out of you.

Very “is that the best you’ve got?”

Sparring with him is fucking exhausting so you likely do it mostly in the evenings or when Jamil is training some other students.

Sometimes he gets way too into it and ends up mixing breakdance moves and martial arts to kick your ass.

He has knocked your feet out from under you before and he will do it again

Moves so confidently and quickly you think he might moonlight as an assassin

Chances are you’re not gonna beat him, he’s got years of experience, but you’re getting stronger and faster when you’re with him.

If he ends up hitting you too hard he apologizes quickly and you don’t usually have many bruises due to the fact he makes you wear padding and you spar on a mat

Dude can totally take a hit so you don’t really have to hold back (he prefers if you don’t, it tests him more)

so don’t be afraid to smack him around.

Genuinely appreciative of you doing this with him and makes sure to let you know every time you take up his offer to practice together

He repays you buy providing you with snacks light on the stomach after you’re done working out together, usually some lightly chilled water and a piece of fruit.

Also sends you home with leftovers of whatever he made for dinner that night

Rook

Hahahaha….oh dear lord. So listen, there’s two types of play fighting.

There’s the one you initiate, then there’s the one he initiates.

One of them is fun!

The other is straight from a horror movie

If you initiate, he’s happy to indulge, and he hits a littler harder than he means to sometimes but overall it’s pretty chill.

You two end up chasing each other around campus, playing what could be described as a really intense, violent game of tag.

By the time you’re done, you’re both covered in dirt of mud and have sticks and leaves sticking to you.

If he initiates, please don’t take his offer.

This is the scary one.

His version of play fighting is chasing you through the woods behind campus with a bow and arrow and yelling vague threats about “ahh, you’re close! I can almost smell you~” and occasionally shooting an arrow that is ENTIRELY TOO CLOSE for comfort.

If he catches up to you - or just decides this is the right moment - he’s tackling you to the ground.

He’ll tease you for losing before attacking you with tickles, the most terrifying of all weapons.

So maybe it isn’t scary in the end, since he was never gonna hurt you, but running through the forest with nobody nearby except for a guy armed with a long ranged weapon is absolutely terrifying, and there’s always the slim chance he misses….

Ortho

Gentlest of the list.

He’s more sure how much pressure to apply when play fighting, so it mostly ends up being pillow fights, or something else that’s soft.

Poking, bumping into you, very very gentle punching, that’s all on the table.

If you try to initiate, Idia will get very pissed.

All of his internal components are extremely sensitive, you can’t just smack him! And besides that, he’s tiny, and his brother! Why would you do this?

Idia is genuinely terrifying when his entire attention is focused on you, and hes pissed.

The flames of his hair are growing and flickering wildly as his gold eyes glare down into yours.

The only thing that calms him down is when Ortho begs him to

So you don’t really get to physically play fight with him anymore, but you do get to game together.

With Idia’s supervision.

He’s not going to be letting Ortho around you anymore since you decided to fight a literal innocent child

Lilia

I’m fairly certain that play fighting is Lilia’s love language.

He loves to beat the shit out of people.

Least gentle next to Jade, because he will literally grab you and throw you in the air.

You’re not in danger, but his awareness of the human limits is limited, unlike Jade.

Probably isn’t a fan of shit-talking in person, but definitely does it when he’s gaming late at night.

Probably play fight in the Diasomnia lounge.

There’s an audience there to watch you get your ass kicked by an old man, as well as to see you fling the five foot nothing bat across the room.

Most intense play fighting imaginable.

He’s a big fan of flipping people and literally just throwing people around.

He’s completely fine with people doing it back to him, he finds it fun.

Playing with him is like trying to fight black widow, except if you call for a time out he’ll let you.

Silver and Sebek both try and warn you not to do this.

They literally trained with him as children they know he does not fuck around.

You ignore their advice and end up with a broken leg and a bowl of Lilia’s soup.

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smaptain-smerica · 2 years ago

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Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Tag, You're It

"Today we are going to be playing a game of tag." Maverick's voice rang out in our ears as Rooster and I flew side by side in the air.

"Each radar lock is a point. We will alternate who is 'it' by my command. Whoever has the most points moves on to the next round."

"A bracket game of tag?" I heard rooster ask with a chuckle.

"Exactly." Maverick replied. I could hear the mischief laced in his voice. In my head I could picture the smirk on his face.

I looked over at Roosters Plane and saw him looking back. He gave me a thumbs up, which I reciprocated with a smile.

"Ready?" Maverick asked us.

I took some steady breaths, gripping on the planes joystick with eagerness to start. There was a silence in the atmosphere that brought on an intense feeling of edginess. Like one wind gust would knock me over the edge.

"Rooster, you're it."

I jerked the plane to the side, making a sharp and precise 180 degree turn to fly off in the other direction. Being a single person plane had a downside of not being able to check your own flank as easily. I suppose that was part of the exercise, being conscious of your surroundings.

I used a series of maneuvers to try and throw Rooster off my tail. I struggled to move the metal bird back and forth at the top speeds. I heard the warning buzzing that he was about to toggle radar lock onto me.

"Shit shit shit." I cursed before quickly pulling up into the cloud cover. I made a few turns before ducking back down. I cruised through the sky alone. The silence was eerie, I checked around me for any other planes.

Then I heard it, the fate defining buzzing noise. I looked directly above me and saw rooster's plane. I quickly did a nosedive, crashing back down towards the hard deck.

"Switch! Wolf's it!"

Maverick's voice was like music to my ears. I was eager and more than ready to play chase. I hooked around quickly, Charging full force towards rooster and his plane.

It felt like only seconds had gone by, but 20 minutes came and gone and I beat rooster by two points. I admit, he had some balls on him. His flying had improved in just the short time we had been training. I don't want to brag, but I want to say flying with me made him more confident. And who wouldn't?

The bracket dwindled down over the course of the day. Until finally, Hangman and I flew side by side. "Prepare to lose, wolf." Hangman sneered in my ears. I looked over at him. Although I could only see his eyes, I could tell he was meaning it in a playful way.

"Prepare to have your ass handed to you." I replied back in the same playful and sassy manner.

The match started, I was chosen as it first. Hangman put on a good chase. I had managed to get a radar lock on him twice before we had to switch. When it was Hangman's turn, he also 'shot' me twice. We were neck and neck the entire time. By this time, I had flown against everybody, I figured out the rounds lasted 5 minutes before Maverick gave us the switch que.

I knew the time was running out, Hangman was putting on a good pursuit. I held my own and pulled out every single trick that I had known. The warning buzzer started going crazy in my cabin as I struggled to shake it off of my tail. I knew that Hangman was about to get a lock on my plane.

"Time is up!" And then the sound of tone.

I let out the breath that I had been holding in and leveled out my plane, preparing for the landing. Hangman appeared beside me, the smugness in his voice present.

"Told you, prepare to lose."

"Hold on, Mav said time was up before you got a lock!" I challenged him.

"I don't think so." He said in a sing-song tone before speeding up to be set up to land in front of me.

Once we were back on the ground, I got out of my plane and took my helmet off. I waited for Hangman to get out of his plane before I walked over to him. "You did not get that last point." I said confidently, defending my ground.

"I did too! You just don't want me to win." He put his hand on his chest pretending to be offended.

"You think I'd rather us tie?"

"Hey hey hey!" Both of us looked over to see rooster jogging over to his, his hands extended out towards either of us. "Let's calm down now."

I pushed my eyebrows together, shoving his arm away from me. "Oh shut up. We're fine."

Rooster looked over at hangman, who put his hands up in surrender, shooting me a wink through his blackened eye. I rolled my eyes with a smug smile on my face and happened to see Maverick walking over to us.

"Mav! Tell hangman he didn't get that last point."

"You just don't want to admit that I am better."

Maverick sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Sorry hangman, Wolf's right."

"Ha!" I pointed at his face in a childish way. I felt a little embarrassed afterwards, but it was my unfiltered reaction.

"Shit." Hangman scuffed his foot on the ground.

"Wait so who won the bracket?" Rooster asked. Maverick raised his eyebrows and looked between the three of us.

"Oh I want keeping score. I just put you all against each other and told you it was a competition so you'd try harder." With a wink, Maverick turned on his heel and walked back towards the door of the hangar, leaving Rooster, hangman and I to feel rather embarrassed.

•••

After a much needed shower, I returned to my room. I had on a pair of comfy grey sweatpants as well as a black tank top that I didn't care about. I took my hair out of the towel and began to towel-dry it vigorously. With my head tilted to the side, I noticed a green sweatshirt thrown over the back of the chair.

I stopped what I was doing and walked over to it. I picked it up and subconsciously brought it to my nose. The faint smell of tangy pine and sweet amber wafted into my senses. I couldn't tell at this point if I had liked the smell, or the fact that it was what Rooster smelled like.

I picked the sweatshirt up and headed for my door to see if rooster was still around. I passed by the cafeteria and popped my head in. Phoenix with fanboy and payback. "Hey guys," I called out to my friends, who in turn looked my direction.

"Have you guys seen Rooster?"

Fanboy hummed around his food while nodding his head. "He just left."

"If you run you might catch him." Payback advised, a lingering smirk on his face confused me as he glanced in Phoenix's direction. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Okay, thanks."

I made my way to the exit at a light jog, sweatshirt gripped tightly in my hand so I wouldn't loose it. I broke through the exit door to see Rooster lifting himself into his car.

"Bradley!" I called to him, raising one arm to catch his attention more. He seemed surprised by me calling him by his real name, as he looked at me with raised eyebrows. I walked up to the driver side door of his car where he sat. I thought the sweatshirt up to absent window and handed it to him.

"Here. I wanted to give this back before I forgot." I gave him a small smile. Rooster reached over and took the sweatshirt from me. "Oh, thank you."

"No problem." I tapped on the car door gently with the palm of my hand before I turned on my heel to walk away. I felt my hand catch and I turned around to see that Rooster had put his hand on top of mine to stop me. I looked at him expectedly, waiting as he gathered up the courage to ask whatever was clearly on his mine.

"Would you, um, do you want to get dinner?"

I let his stuttering words linger in my ears before they fully processed in my brain. "Are you asking me on a date Bradshaw?"

He looked bashful, a red glow was brought to his face. "Well I- no. Yes but, no not yet." He stuttered, getting frustrated with himself for skipping over words.

I raised an eyebrow at him, leaning my hip against the front of his car. "You're stuttering."

"Take out. We get takeout and, we will go from there." Rooster finally choked the words he wanted to say out of his throat. I smirked at him, walking around to the passenger side and hopping in the Bronco.

"Let's go eat then."

Rooster drove us away from the academy, down the paved road and past the landing strips. The sand of the deserts turned red in the light of the setting sun. I held my hand out the window, laying it flat so my hand surfed through the air. My hair whipped around in the warm air that blew around the topless car.

I felt my phone buzz and I looked down to unlock it.

I decided not to answer. I clicked my phone closed and threw it down in my lap. "Who was that?" Rooster asked.

I shook my head, waving my hand submissively. "Just Bagman."

"Oh." There was a moment of processing before Rooster continued his train of thought. "We're you two close in flight school?"

"Oh no, we hated each other. I guess over the years we got more friendly. Sometimes we text each other with our accomplishments to see who was doing better." This made rooster chuckle, I watched as his smile lines spread across his face and the mustache on his lips moved. "That sounds like him."

We ended up choosing a Japanese food drive through where I got an order of lo mein with chicken and Rooster ended up getting the same. I got one of my favorite drinks and Rooster got a sweet tea. We drove off, quickly appearing at the oceans shoreline as we drove along side it. I could smell the saltiness in the air and the breeze was significantly cooler.

We turned off on a section where the sand met the road. It looked like many other cars had gone off the road there because the decline was significantly flattened with visible tread marks on it. We unpacked our things, popping the tailgate down and setting down on it to eat while facing the ocean.

We sparked a few conversations, mostly about todays exercises and things we could have done better. Things we learned flying against the other aviators.

There was a silence between us that was comforting. I closed my eyes while chewing the last of my food. I basked in the sounds of the ocean waves and signed happily.

"Y/n, I wanted to talk about something." Roosters voice brought me from my trance and i looked over at him. He was aimlessly poking his chopsticks into his takeout container.

"A few days ago, the kiss. I know we were both under the influence but I realized I was acting on underlying feelings."

I turned my sitting position to face him, crossing my legs underneath myself.

"You... You are one of the most captivating women I've ever met. You are dangerous, hot headed, stubborn, a little full of yourself sometimes. But there's something about you that I can't keep myself from. I tried distancing myself to see if it was real or in my head."

My heart was swelling, I wasn't sure what to say in response to this. I had never heard anybody say such nice things about me. "Bradley..."

"No let me finish. I knew that with Maverick being your father would complicate things. I didn't want my relationship with him to be compromised if I ever hurt you. But I think I'm willing to take that risk. If you are."

Rooster smiled down at me with a toothless grin. He flipped his hand over with the palm facing upwards. I looked down at his hand and then back up at his eyes. Tears brimmed in my eyes from the overwhelming feeling of mixed emotions that were stirring inside of me.

"What, what does all of this mean?"

Rooster sucked air through his teeth, taking the initiative of grabbing my hand in his. "It means, go on a date with me. Go on a date with me this Saturday and if you don't hate me, then let's go on another. Okay?"

I felt his rough and callused hands squeeze mine. I looked up at his face, at the scars covering his face and the end-of-the-day stubble he was starting to grow. His handsome, stoic face that was illuminated by the faint golden glow of the sun. "Okay."

"Okay?" Rooster asked eagerly.

"Okay."

His face looked relieved as his smile grew across his face. "Perfect. I'll get you at 7."

"Make it 6:30, I want to sleep in on Sunday."

It was as though there was a magnet in our chest, pulling us toward each other as we talked. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest as our faces got closer.

"6:30 sharp."

Our lips connected in a sweet affair. It wasn't with the same sloppy drunkenness as the first time. It was gentle, purposeful, it brought hope for the future. I wasn't one to hold on to hope very tightly. But with this, maybe a little hope wasn't a bad thing.

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 3 years ago

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#255

This is a direct follow up to #35.

“Glad to see you make it up here ok. I’m Robert, and you are?... Eddie. Good to meet you. Did you enjoy the drive? It really is nice. That’s part of the reason why I live up here. We don’t get many clients that come up here. Most order on line, but you are the first of the season. I reviewed your e-mail again and I think I have a selection of rimchairs for you. It would help me to narrow down your selections more if you answer some additional questions….

“Here, let’s go into the workshop. So, is this going to be a chair for you? Good. Are you the ass or the ass eater? Will you ever go underneath it?... No? Ok. Don’t worry, the only time I go under mine is to work on it.... Women, men, or both?... Women. Is this part of a S&M or kink situation?... That’s fine. It’s very rare for me to find someone willing to spend all this money for the sensual aspects of eating ass. Did you bring a slave woman with you? That’s fine. Most straight men don’t….

“No, I prefer fags under mine; is that going to be an issue here? I only ask because, I want to find the best rim chair for you, and I have a wealth of expertise I rely on. I don’t want to share my experiences with you and have it be awkward.

“Good! Good! Unless we need him, the faggot is up at the main house. That reminds me, will you be using the rim chair for full toilet activities? No… you would be surprised with just how many people are. Hell, every single dominatrix I have made a rim chair for is into it. And some of those women are fucking brutal to their slaves.

“So here let’s start with these three. The left two are designed primarily for rear entry and this third one is for the front. Me personally, I prefer my slave lying behind me when he’s attending to my shithole. His tongue seems to go in deeper and at a better angle. And I don’t have to spread my legs when he’s there. That’s one of the big difference between men and women is that women are narrower than men. It gets uncomfortable at times. For me it’s just easier with it behind me. Do you have a preference?... That’s fine. They will be designed for front and rear entries, but structurally it will be designed one way.

“It’s really all about comfort. Comfort was actually that reason that got me into making rimchairs. What I saw out there was horrible. They were rimseats. To me rimseats are different than what I make. Rimseats are essentially toilet seats on legs. The faggot lies underneath, and I would squat down. I’m a big guy and I can’t sit that low for a long time, before my legs start to cramp up, about fifteen to twenty minutes at most. The problem with making the legs longer is that the faggot underneath is then straining to keep his head buried in the crack of my ass. Either it is straining to keep its tongue buried deep, or its head can move all around. Either way, the faggot tires quickly and it’s a piss poor rimjob.

“That’s why I started with the idea of transforming regular chair designs into rimchairs. I have throne-like chairs, deck chairs, reclining chairs, dining chairs, and so on. Every one has support for the toilet lying underneath, so that multiple hour-long sessions are not a problem. I can customize it to a specific head size, as well as how far in you want the slave’s face when you sit down. Or, some of the chairs allow for adjustability. I personally like feeling my faggot’s face getting wedged in there, and then to have its mouth lined up to connect with my shithole. That is priceless. No other feeling of power compares with it. If you are into slaves that are reluctant, I can make the head spaces very restrictive. I can even create a box, measured exactly to your slave’s head where they can’t move an inch. My slave tells me that it gets very claustrophobic under it. I even designed is so that the slave places its head in the box and the hinged platform lowers with a piece going below the slave’s chin preventing the slave from pulling out from underneath until you get up off the chair and let it out.

“I see you like the casual desk chair. I have one just like it at my work desk. My faggot is under that one for hours. I can be doing work, surfing the internet, or jacking off to porn. I’m not even paying attention to the tongue fucking I’m getting. It’s just adding to the general euphoria of what I’m doing.

“You have a wife, girlfriend, bitch slave, or whatever?... Oh you have an out of state friend with benefits that likes to eat ass? From what I have learned through the years, it’s hard to find a woman into it. That’s fucking awesome.

“If you really love your butthole tongued for a long time, maybe you should get a fag, until you find the right bitch. Seriously. I had one client purchase a similar seat to that one, that he had installed in his playroom. It was up against a wall. He enclosed the sides of the chair. There was a hole in the wall that the ass eater would crawl through. It was an 18 year-old faggot from down the street, and that fag tongue fucked like no other I have ever tried out, and yeah I tried it out. The most interesting thing is that they had a set time each week when they did this. The kid came in through a dedicated entrance, and the client sat down, neither of them said a word to the other. Truly amazing.

“Go on, have a seat. I’ll have it customed to your ass and thighs so that when you are sitting, your cheeks are comfortably spread. You know, those Carhartt pants are restricting your ass and legs. You’re not getting the proper placement of your ass.

“Why don’t you take them off? Other than me and shithead up in the house, no one is going to see you. I get maybe, maybe one customer a week. When we go into the design room to take measurements, I will need you to have them off. Leaving your underwear on is better than this. Briefs, no briefs. We don’t care…. Commando? We don’t care about that either.

“Look, if you think this is my way of seducing you, let me say that I like faggot boys, not real men like yourself. I get turned on when I know a man—a real hard working man—is getting his dick, ass, and everything else taken care of at the expense of faggots. I’m not talking about gay boys. I mean faggots, boys who exist to serve a real man, to take care of that man’s needs including draining his balls, eating his ass, and so on. To a faggot, draining your cock and eating your shithole is the reason for its existence, even at the expense of its own needs. So no, I wouldn’t dream of sticking my cock in you. You can count on that.

“Don’t worry about my faggot; its tiny pecker is permanently locked away. It has been that way ever since he got here last fall. You remember that first snowstorm we had? Well right before the snowfall hit its car ran out of gas, and it got stuck. At least that was its story. I made it an offer, find someone else to help in the snowstorm, or submit to me. I’ve kept it naked, with its pecker painfully locked up in that device ever since. I’ve trained it to service my shithole for hours on end. It hasn’t cum in the five months it’s been serving me.

“Let me text it to come down here…. No, it’s no problem. Go ahead and get comfortable. Take the pants off, leave them on the table. It’s best to put your work boots back on.

“That’s a beautiful cock you have. I bet the women love it. Stop the modesty thing. You are a fucking hot man, you should relish in the adoration. Have a seat. Doesn’t that feel good on your ass? You can feel the spread, but it doesn’t feel like you are falling in? Now imagine a moist tongue darting in and out of your crack.

“And speaking of a moist tongue, here’s the fag…. Faggot! This is Sir Eddie. Get under the seat and get to work….

“No more protesting. I don’t care how dirty it is. I saw your skid marks in your pants, the fag will clean you up. He lives for shit like this. Its tongue feels good in there, doesn’t it? Don’t answer, I can see it on your face. Just relax.

“I will be over there in the design shop if you need me. Try out any of the other chairs. The faggot will do whatever you want or need to feel good. You can stay as long as you like. Even over night or throughout the rest of the weekend. The fag will take care of everything for you. It’ll eat your farts, drink your piss, throat your shaft, take a beating, or whatever. Just tell it what you want, and it will comply. By the end you will understand why a faggot is better than a bitch. Make me a good enough offer, and I may throw the faggot in.”

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rafescoke · 3 years ago

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Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 3 years ago

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— fixing hearts —

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of smoking, sexual content, fluff, loads of angst, injury, migraines

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You broke Bucky's heart before he broke yours. Now you two fix them.

Word Count: 6438

A/N: I didn't mean this to be this long!

The loud music blared from the speakers, humming through your bones as the beat dropped. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and smoke made its way to you, eyes watering with the strong scents. Bodies were shuffling around on the floor, men and women mingling and dancing with each other. Some couples made out on the sofas set on the sides and, as much as you didn’t like the idea, doing more for everyone to see. You shuddered, hoping to get out before you saw anything like that.

Looking around in the crowd, you spotted the two large blonds and brunette close to the bar. You watched Bucky pull away from Steve and Thor, walking with a slight stumble towards a very pretty looking woman. She was decked out in a pink dress that barely covered her breasts and reached about a third down her thigh. You eyed Bucky’s hands that came to rest on her hips before he ducked down to whisper into her ear. Your heart broke with every second, but you kept your feelings in check as Bucky pulled her flush against him and you made your way to Thor and Steve.

Be professional. It’s only your job. Don’t bring your feelings into it. Don’t mix personal and professional, Y/N.

“Y/N!” Steve shouted over the heavy rock that was playing, stumbling back and bumping into Thor who looked less tipsy. Steve stumbled over to you and caught himself using your shoulder as leverage.

“Lady Y/N! Would you like to join us?” Thor asked, raising a glass and putting it to his lips. Before he could take a sip, however, you placed a hand on his wrist.

“I think that’s enough for one night,” you said, shouting a little but keeping your voice as gentle as you could. Thor nodded solemnly and put the glass down. “Could you help me with Steve?” Thor nodded again and got up and swung Steve’s arm over his shoulder.

“Shall we go?” Thor asked politely, whispering into your ear.

“The car’s outside. Sam’s waiting out there. I’ll grab Barnes and come,” you instructed him, waiting for his nod. Instead, he shook his head and looked over your shoulder.

“He is gone with that pretty lady he was eyeing.”

Sure enough, when you looked over your shoulder, Bucky was gone. You looked around the room, but couldn’t find him anywhere. You sighed, feeling the headache coming like a flood. Bucky was going to make headlines if any paparazzi saw him making out with that woman or sneaking around or doing anything else. The amount of shit you would get in from Archie—though Tony had always understood and paid whoever to take the photos and article down.

“Come on,” you sighed, pulling Thor’s arm, knowing he couldn’t have heard you over the beat blaring through the large speakers. The headache was only getting stronger as you three walked out to the front where Sam stood, leaning against the Porsche. He straightened up as he saw you and the blonds, opening the back doors for Thor and Steve to slide into.

“Bucky?” Sam asked as he closed the door and Steve laid his sweaty head against the cool window.

“With a hookup somewhere,” you replied, accepting the hug he gave you. Out of everyone in the team, Sam was the only one who made sure you never had to chase him not to do anything that would ruin his reputation. He was the only one who knew how you felt and cared to respect you.

“Should I—“

“No, I’ll go ahead and find him,” you answered before he could ask. “You get these two home and then come back for me, yeah?”

“Are you sure?” Sam gave you a pointed look before glancing around. There were drunks and he didn’t like it anymore than you did. “It’s not safe out and I don’t like my best friend to walk around alone.”

“It’s okay, Sam.” You placed a hand on his forearm and squeezed it. “I’ll be fine. Plus, when will I use Nat’s training, right?” He still looked weary about the idea so you added, “And you’re just a call away.”

“Call me if you think anyone’s following you, ‘kay?”

You nodded and walked away to the back entrance. The bouncer eyed you for a moment before a flicker of recognition flashed in his eyes.

“Can I help you, miss Y/S?” He asked, looking around for, no doubt, any of the Avengers.

“Have you seen Sergeant Barnes anywhere around?”

“They headed back in just a few seconds before, ma’am. If you want I can let you in.” You nodded at his suggestion. He punched in the code and opened the door, moving to the side to let you through. “I think they’ll be in one of the back rooms. You can come back this way.”

“I will. Thank you,” you said with a smile. He smiled sheepishly back and closed the door behind you. You rubbed your temples with two fingers, both hands cold and cooling to your head.

You heard Bucky swear as you passed a room. You rolled your eyes, already knowing what you would see. To prevent that, you knocked once, thrice, then twice. Bucky had to know it was you. Only you used this knock in the whole Tower. You heard the muffled coming! and waited for Bucky to open the door.

“What?” Bucky whipped the door open with his pants on. You didn’t look over his shoulder at the woman or look at his torso. You looked him right in the eyes.

“It’s time to go,” you replied, feeling like a babysitter. Bucky nodded once, his movements slow and stumbling. You waited for him as patiently as you could, texting Sam to be at the front again. He responded with a simple be there in five.

You walked out, Bucky in tow, stumbling and tripping over his own feet. He was leaning against the wall as you waited for Sam to pull in. The bouncer, Brian, suggested to stand with you two since his shift had ended. You noticed the way Bucky glared at him, seemingly not trusting him. But you liked Brian. He made you laugh over stupid jokes and asked you about your life. Much more than Bucky ever did.

When Sam came out of the car to help seat Bucky into the car, Brian asked for your number and you gave it. Sam whistled when you kissed Brian’s cheek and introduced himself briefly.

“Will you hurry it up?” Bucky’s angry voice came. You jumped slightly, pushing yourself into Brian’s bigger body. You glanced up at him with a sheepish smile.

“We’re wrapping it up,” Sam said with a mischievous smile. “Speaking of which, did you wrap it or…”

Bucky’s cheeks turned red as he glared at Sam. “Get in or I get out.”

“Sorry about him, Bri,” you whispered as Sam rolled his eyes and made his way to the driver’s seat.

“It’s fine,” Brian answered with a small twinkle in his eyes. “You called me Bri.”

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all, Y/N.”

———

“Shit,” you muttered, looking at the photos on your laptop. You picked up the phone, dialling Tony’s extension number. You wanted to hit your head against a wall, but apparently it would just make your head hurt more.

��Who’re you calling?” Sam asked gently, eyeing Steve as he attempted to say something, but all that came out was a moan. Thor was sitting on the floor, leaning against the armchair Steve sat in. Bucky was taking up all the space on the two seater, staring at you and Sam talking.

“Tony.” You put your hand against your forehead, hoping that the headache would just leave.

“He’s not here,” Sam informed you as gently as he could. “He’s gone to a conference meeting in London.” He already knew you were having a hard time dealing with the press and now, with the extra pictures being posted, you were on the verge of a breakdown. He could practically feel the headache that had made you slam the phone back on the receiver. That seemed to get Steve’s attention and Thor stood up.

“Lady Y/N,” Thor said in a very soothing voice, but it made you glare at him anyway, “I apologize for the lack of attention I have given matters. I should have stopped them—”

“It’s okay, Thor. It’s fine,” you sighed, leaning back into the chair as Thor nodded slowly. “Could you help Steve? Get him up and maybe get some of the alcohol out of his system with that potion thing?” Thor nodded and helped Steve up, holding his weight and walking towards the washroom.

“I should be heading out to tell Sarah I’m alive, but I’ll be back at nine,” Sam said, getting up with a gentle smile. “That’s before Archie, right?”

“He comes at eight,” you mumbled, flipping your hand to put the back of your forehead. Your hand was starting to get warmer in your office and it didn’t soothe your headache anymore.

“Then I’ll be here at seven,” Sam declared with a boyish grin. His eyes glanced at the clock up on the wall. “You should get some sleep.”

“What time is it?” You asked, looking down as a painful wave rippled through your head. You squeezed your eyes shut at the pain, biting the inside of your cheek.

“It’s three in the morning, Y/N.” His voice carried the concern he used when he saw right through your facade. You looked up at him and let a small smile appear on your face.

“I’ll be fine. You go meet Sarah and the kids.”

Sam huffed, but started to walk out your office. He stopped at the door, one hand on the doorknob, twisting it slowly. He turned around, opened the door, and said, “Take care of yourself for once.” Then he left, leaving the heavy words to sink into you.

It was only a moment later that you remembered the brunette on your sofa. Your eyes flickered over to Bucky, his eyes seemed to have stayed on you throughout the few hours he had been here. His blue eyes were bright in the dimly lit room—so that your headache didn’t increase. They reminded you of Cheshire Cat, from Alice in Wonderland, a movie that your niece loves to replay over and over again. You tilted your head, leaning back, frowning as you noticed you had never received a smirk or grin from Bucky ever since you started to keep things professional with him.

You knew that it had hurt him when you had placed a hand on his chest to stop him from embracing you three months ago. The smile had disappeared, his lit face dimmed, and his arms had dropped to his side, confusion etched on his face. It hurt you more. The tears that poured out of you later in the comfort of your bed were more than you could remember. You could still feel the heaviness in your chest, the terrible headache, and the burning in your throat. You didn’t—couldn’t bring yourself to look at Bucky after that for a long time.

Your room was right next to his, having to share a floor with him, and you could hear everything. The women that left early morning from your floor always left in tears. Bucky would walk out after a few minutes, looking fresh and clean of any of their perfumes, but you still smelled it. Sometimes it was just because the woman had walked around the floor or because she left a clothing article behind, but it still hurt. Not that you let Bucky know.

Sam had found out soon enough, walking into your room with pizza that he had swiped when you didn’t show up. He found you curled up on your bed, eyes puffy and red. He had put the pizza down on the bed and let you cry on his shoulder. He told you that you were like his sister, telling you a story of when he had beaten up this guy for touching Sarah when she said no. You fell asleep soundly for the first time in a month that night. Sam didn’t want you to get dependent on him, so he came once a week to help you sleep.

“Lady Y/N?” Thor walked out the washroom, slipping a vile into his pocket as a sobered Steve walked in behind him. “Captain Rogers has no more Asgardian liquor in his veins. He has drunk enough of the potion to get it out. I was surprised when he didn’t throw up!” Thor let out a laugh that startled you, but you didn’t say anything.

“Thanks,” you muttered, eyes drooping as Steve sat down in front of you. He was going to apologize. This was the routine, wasn’t it? The Avengers did something so that the media could throw dirt on their reputation and then, after you cleaned up their mess, they would apologize. It was getting way too predictable.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Steve sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I shouldn’t have been out in public doing anything like that. I know you have so much on your hands and… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you answered platonically. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how much work it was going to take to take down the photos of a literal god, America’s golden boy, and the former Winter Soldier getting drunk in a bar. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before.

“I should go,” Steve mumbled, somewhat aware of the time. You just nodded, your hand finding its way to your head again. This time it was warm and did almost nothing to soothe you. Steve walked out the room, Thor following with a smile.

“You should go too, Barnes.” You didn’t look up at him, knowing he was already staring at you. You wanted to hear the door open and close, but instead it was silent.

“Why don’t you call me James anymore?” His voice was painful, a bit bitter and angry too. You glanced up at him and shrugged. “There has to be a better reason than that.” Bucky straightened up, watching you with careful eyes.

“I thought it was more professional—”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Bucky snapped, getting up and stalking right towards you. He circled the table, twisted your chair so that you faced him, and looked into your eyes with a murderous look. Instead of it scaring you, it boiled your anger towards him. The anger, the sadness, the pain increased to the limit that it broke the bottle you had managed to put it in.

“Then what was I supposed to do? Wait for you to put a stop to something that can never happen! You let me in and I let you! It was a mistake! You know why? ‘Cause you’ll always find a way to hurt me! You’ve been hurting me for the past three months and never noticed it!”

Bucky had straightened up and a pained look overtook his face. “I—”

“You never noticed because you never cared,” you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he didn’t. Instead he nodded and left. Your heart was pounding in your ears as he slammed the door shut. You flinched as your heart shattered, a pile at your feet.

———

“I had fun,” you said, turning to face Brian. Brian grinned, dimples appearing on his cheeks. His curly blond hair had been tossed around in the wind and you reached up to fix it. You ran your fingers through, detangling as much as you could before laying it towards the front.

“Glad to hear it,” he said, making you smile as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. “I didn’t think that you could sing.”

“You barely know me is the problem,” you retorted, defending yourself as he chuckled with a nod. It was only your third date, but he knew so much more about you than the Avengers. It was a bit strange that Brian knew more in just three dates and two weeks than the Avengers knew about in a year. You had chalked it up to the fact that he just cared more than they did.

“We’ll have to fix that then.” His eyes flickered down, eyes roaming up again. “Did I tell you that you look beautiful?”

“I stopped counting when you hit fifty,” you said, cheeks and body heating up as he placed his hands on your hips. You glanced down at your attire; a simple black dress with silver lining and black heels with silver jewelry. It was perfect for the karaoke bar he had chosen. You were tipsy, but you weren’t even close to being drunk.

“Oh, well, you look beautiful,” he said, bringing a larger smile on your face. You buried your face into his chest and breathed him in, liking the sweet citrus perfume. It wasn’t strong enough to give you a headache and you liked that.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, pulling back and taking a few steps back before looking away from Brian and at the Tower’s steps. You had only stepped on the first step when Brian called out your name.

“Do I get a kiss? If you want? On the cheek?” He asked with a hopeful voice. You giggled and smiled sheepishly. You walked towards him and tipped your head back to kiss his cheek. You let your lips linger ever so slightly before pulling away. His bright blue eyes were closed and a soft sigh fell off his lips. You kissed his cheek hurriedly once more and smiled as he opened his eyes.

“Goodnight, Bri,” you muttered before he whispered it back. He smiled and waved for you to hurry on in. And you did—it was getting colder and you knew that Brian wouldn’t go before you were in safely.

The doors closed behind you, waving once for Brian to leave as you walked towards the elevator doors, unaware of the broody man behind you. You had already stepped into the elevator when his hand darted out to steady you as you stumbled. You were about to thank him, but your words stopped as the piercing blue eyes met yours. He pushed past you, pressing the floor number without any words. You stood next to him, painfully aware of how he smelt of nothing but him. It was messing with your head and you thought that you might as well have another headache.

The elevator stopped, jerking and making you grab the railings. Bucky’s initial reaction was to pull you close by wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tucking you into his side. His other hand darted to his pocket, feeling for his gun and knives. He let go of you, watching you carefully grab the rails, before pushing the emergency button. A static voice spoke into the confined space, startling you and pushing you to step closer to Bucky.

“Sorry guys,” Tony said, sounding tired and exhausted. “My shit’s malfunctioning. You’re gonna be stuck for a while. Sorry again.” There was a static glitch before the silence dawned on you two. You sank down, sighing as the headache really hit. You started rubbing your head, praying that your hands were cold. But they had heated up in the current situation, your nerves getting the best of you.

You looked up to see what Bucky was doing. He was standing against the side across you, face clear of any emotion or thoughts. Even his translucent eyes seemed to be shut closed, unlike the many times you had been able to know what he was thinking just by gazing into his eyes for a second. It was how he showed emotions after what Hydra did to him; talk with his eyes. With the mask they had made for him shut anything he had to say. It made him mute. It caused him to use his eyes rather than his mouth to explain.

“Are you okay?” You asked, finding that his hands were intertwined together in that nervous way of his.

“Do you care?” He remarked, venom lacing his words.

You ignored the pain in your chest and nodded. “A lot,” you added when he looked skeptical. He nodded, looking at you with an expressionless face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, the question bursting out of his mouth before he could stop it. He saw your eyes studying him for a moment, looking for something you couldn’t find.

“Migraine,” you answered. “Your cologne’s strong.”

“Shit,” he muttered, remembering that he had used his stronger cologne rather than the one he had started using after you told him about your migraines. He was careful not to apply any strong scent if you were going to be there, but he had thought you wouldn’t be here. He thought you might spend the night with Brian. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You smiled a bit. “It’s a bit soothing actually.” And it was. The citrus smell and husky sandalwood helped calm your nerves as the elevator jerked again. You yelped and let Bucky engulf you in his strong arms—you hadn’t even noticed when he came close, but that could’ve been because he was quick.

“Stark?” Bucky called out once the elevator was at calm. He helped you stand up, not letting his hand move further than an inch from you.

“The elevator’s gonna go down,” Tony answered urgently, the sounds of the team chatter echoing in the background. “One of the wires snapped, no idea how. There supposed to be that strongest…” he trailed off, mumbling to himself as Bucky wrapped an arm around you when you grabbed his forearm. “Anyway, Peter’s gonna try his best to, uh, hold the elevator like he did in Washington.” The slightest amount of irritation slipped through his words, reminding you of how concerned the man was when Peter climbed up the building to save his friends in Washington.

“The spider?” Bucky looked down at you, directing the question to you.

“Yeah,” you answered with a small nod. You felt the ground shake under you, but this time the elevator fell. Like literally falling down a story or two. You fell towards the railing, it dug into your side before Bucky pulled you towards him again. The only thing you could do was hold onto Bucky, burying your face into his chest as he followed his instincts to hold you close. To protect you with his life.

“It’s okay,” Bucky whispered into your ear when the elevator stilled again. You nodded, but didn’t dare move in the slightest, scared that the elevator would fall to the last floor. Your hands fisted his shirt, hands closing tightly over his chest as the elevator shook in place, moving down maybe an inch or two.

“James, I—”

“Y/N, I’m—”

You both looked at each other, waiting for the other to continue their sentences. You nodded at Bucky as a way to say ‘you first’.

“I’m so sorry,” he said simply, desperation and pain clear in his eyes and voice. He let his hand glide up to your neck and pulled—sensing any signs of resistance from you as he did so—your head close so that his forehead touched yours. You could see everything he wanted to say through his eyes and he let you read his eyes thoroughly. He remembered the day you told him that his eyes spoke more words than he did.

“I wish I could forgive you, Barnes,” you whispered, eyes welling up with tears. “I really do.”

“I don’t expect you to, not right away and definitely not right now.” Bucky gulped, watching your eyes close and the tears spill down your cheeks. “I want you to know that that day you stopped me from hugging you, that day I was going to tell you that I love you.”

“What?” You gasped, pulling away to look at him with wide eyes, surprise and shock crystal clear in them.

Bucky smiled and sighed out, “Yeah. I was going to, but then you told me that we had to stop and be professional, especially since you were the only woman in my—” Bucky stopped, his voice cracking as more tears sprung to your eyes. “I didn’t know you knew, but I guess it finally hit me that I was hurting you. Then I started feeling… lonely when I slept, so I had more one-night stands than I thought. I tried to forget you by—by replacing you and, god, that was a stupid idea because none of them were you.” He took a breath and let his hands hold yours. “I’m so sorry, doll.”

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was a bit muffled from the metal, but enough for the bubble you two had been captured in to pop. “Are you two okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answered for the two of you. You wiped your tears as Bucky cleared his eyes of any tears that had been threatening to fall. The top of the elevator popped and Peter peeked in, his hair a bit of a mess.

“You, uh, have to climb out,” he told you, looking a bit nervous. “My webs can only hold for so long, but I’ve got a few holding the elevator. The doors are open up here.”

Bucky placed his hands on your hip, turning you around gently before lifting you up effortlessly. Peter grabbed your outstretched hand, tugging you up and to stand on the elevator. The elevator shook again, one of the webs coming undone. Peter quickly shot two more webs and stuck them to the elevator. You looked down at Bucky who avoided your gaze completely, instead staring calmly at Peter.

Your heart dropped as you noticed his calm demeanour and the acceptance of the situation in his eyes. “James!” You shouted before you could stop yourself. That seemed to grab his attention; his eyes snapping towards you as soon as he could, scanning your body for any wound. “I’m not stepping off this thing without you.”

“Get the hell off,” Bucky snapped, fear flashing in his eyes. “Parker, get her off.”

“Don’t you dare touch me, Peter.”

Peter stared at the two of you, glancing between the two of you nervously. He was torn between the former Winter Soldier who could snap his neck in a few seconds—Peter knew that Bucky would never, but still—and then there was you who he never wanted to piss off anyway. You were a storm if you ever had to be and he had only gotten a mere glimpse when you had had enough of Tony’s shenanigans, but he knew he didn’t want to be on the other side.

“I, uh—why—why don’t you climb up, Mr. Barnes? I think my webs will hold for a few more—”

Peter shot a web up, attaching it to the elevator as a few more webs broke apart and the shake made you fall, Bucky’s name tumbling out of your mouth. Bucky’s mouth fell agape as your name tore out of it.

“Please, get off!” He yelled, seeing Peter panicking and sticking more of his webs around. Then he froze, his brown eyes catching Bucky’s blue ones.

“I can, uh—let me just—I know what to do!” Peter jumped, climbing the walls and shooting out webs before he was satisfied and jumped on the elevator. He spread his arms to show off whatever he had done, but, honestly, you and Bucky had no clue what he did. He waved his arms around and showed off his work again, but the gesture had no effect on your expressions. “It’s physics! Like the web over holds the—”

“Peter,” you interrupted with an apologetic look. “Not the time. Later.” Bucky extended a hand when Peter nodded and crouched down for Bucky. Peter pulled Bucky up and out, and only then were you able to breathe right.

You let Steve pull you out the elevator shaft, but stopped him when he asked to look for injuries. “I’m fine,” you assured him, ignoring the sound of a sharp intake of breath Steve made. It wasn’t until everyone froze and looked at you that you looked at Steve. He was looking down at his hand, eyes full of horror and concern. You suddenly felt your knees buckle and almost fell to the ground with the intense amount of pain that hit your side. The only thing holding you up was Bucky’s metal arm wrapped around your waist.

“Keep your eyes on me and keep ‘em open,” Bucky whispered, eyes tearing up as you breathed in shakily. “Call a fucking doctor, Steve!”

“It hurts,” you mumbled, wincing as Bucky lowered the two of you onto the ground, the watchful eyes of the Avengers on you two.

“I know, doll. I know,” was all he could say before Bruce wheeled over a stretcher for you to be placed in. Bucky picked you up as gently as he could in a rush, lowering you and whispering praises like you’re doing great, just like that, and there we go, doll.

By the time that Bucky was ripped away from you, everyone had gathered outside your room. He let Steve guide him to sit on a chair, let him check him over for any wound, let him tell him that you would be okay. He wanted to believe Steve so much, but he wasn’t sure anymore. He racked his brain to remember when you had gotten cut or grazed with a sharp edge, but he was blank as a canvas. Then he saw it, playing out right in front of his eyes. The second time—or maybe the third, he couldn’t remember—the elevator fell, the rail had broken and you had fallen towards it. Shit.

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The steady beeps in the distance awoke you from your slumber, a shift in the sound as you moved your fingers which felt asleep. The chatter in the distance and slight ringing made you open your eyes, letting them adjust before you got a good look at the people around you. Steve stood with a small smile, his hands on the footboard, holding his weight. Natasha was seated on the sofa with Clint by her side, smiling as you looked at them. Sam was the last one standing in the room, holding a finger to his lip as he pointed to the man laying his head beside your waist.

Bucky slept on his metal arm, his face turned towards you, a peaceful expression on him. His hand was laced with yours and held it under his chin as if he was holding it to his chest before. His lips were parted slightly, soft and deep breaths making their way out. His hair was flattened and curly against his scalp. The sight reminded of the nights you would find Bucky climbing into your bed, whispering about how he had a nightmare and just wanted to be with you. There were nights when Bucky couldn’t fall asleep and you two had spent it in hushed whispers, talking about anything and everything. There were nights when he didn’t want to talk, but spent it making love to you and worshipping your body.

You broke out of your trance, the memories getting too painful to remember. You looked at Steve, looking for an answer as to why Bucky was sleeping here.

“He wanted to be here when you woke up,” Steve answered with a quiet voice, a quick glance at Bucky. “Guess he missed it?”

“How long have I been out?” Your voice was quieter than Steve’s, but you couldn’t make it louder even if you wanted to.

“Almost a week.”

You glanced at the door that opened with a small bang, revealing a very loud Thor, shouting your name. It made your heart speed up, the monitor beeping to match your heart, and Bucky was startled awake. His eyes settled on your figure rather quickly, the tense posture dropping when he saw your eyes open and land on him. He smiled before his eyes noticed something, something that you hadn’t even noticed. You followed his trail of sight to your phone, flashing Brian’s name on it. You ignored it and turned to Bucky, noting the way his eyes seemed to say he was relieved that you had chosen him over Brian. You wanted to tell him that you would have picked him over Brian any day, but it wasn’t the time to say it.

“Hey,” Bucky breathed out, holding your hand in both of his hands and bringing it close to his chest.

“Hey,” you whispered back, a small giggle tumbling out of your lips before you fell into a coughing fit. Bucky immediately reached for the glass of water, helping you sit up with his flesh arm before lifting the glass to your lips. You sighed and thanked him when he put the glass away, watching as he grasped your hand again.

“We’re gonna,” Steve started, a red tinge to his cheeks, “go and give you two some space.” Your face heated up at the implications of Steve’s words, glancing over to see that Bucky’s face was bright red and he was avoiding Steve’s eyes. You wondered if everyone had heard what Bucky confessed in the elevator.

“Can we turn the damn beeping down?” You groaned, the sound making your head hurt. You laid against the soft pillow, putting a hand to your head.

“Uh, I don’t know, doll. I can ask Dr. Cho…” Bucky trailed off, getting up and letting your hand go gently and he poked his head out the door. When he saw Dr. Cho, he left the room with one glance at you to ask her about it. When he came back, you had expected Dr. Cho by his side, but it was just him. He walked over to the monitor and fiddled with a button that reduced the sound to a minimum.

“Close the blinds too, please?” Your voice was so tired and soft that Bucky knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to anything you requested of him anymore. Bucky didn’t answer you, but walked around the bed to close the blinds.

“Need anything else, doll?” Bucky asked with a boyish smile, concern leaking into his eyes the longer he waited for your answer.

“Just you,” you answered, reaching out for his hand which he instantly gave.

“I think it’s just the medicines talking,” Bucky mumbled out, sitting back down on the chair, giving you a painful smile. He lowered his head, not knowing what to say or do to make anything better. He knew he loved you—he always did—and he would spend everyday trying to prove it to you. It didn’t matter to him if it took forever, but if you ever told him no, he would step back—he respected you, no matter what your decision would be.

You squeezed his hands, forcing him to look at you. “Don’t get inside your head. It’s an evil place to be.” When he let his lips curve into a humour filled smile before it faltered. His eyes flickered over your shoulder to glare at your phone. You didn’t bother looking at it, ignoring it as you had before. “Who is it?”

“Brian,” he replied bitterly, eyes dropping back down to the edge of the bed where your hand rested inside of Bucky’s hands. You turned slightly, holding back a groan, and grabbed your phone to answer it. Bucky attempted to leave, but you tightened your grip on his hand to keep him there.

“Hello?” You croaked out, moving the phone out and putting it on speaker.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls for a whole week. You could’ve told me that I wasn’t enough—”

“Listen to me for a sec, please,” you interrupted, Bucky glaring daggers at the phone as if Brian would pop out of it any second.

“Okay.”

“You were enough. More than enough, but you deserve someone who deserves you just as much. I can’t be with you because I don’t deserve you, and it’s not just an excuse. I can’t give you my devotion or heart ‘cause my heart’s already gone.”

“To Sergeant Barnes?” Brian asked rhetorically, a breathy laugh echoing through the speaker. “I thought as much when I first met you, but I still shot my shot. Guess it was for no reason, huh? Don’t worry I get it.”

“Mia,” you said quickly, hoping that Brian hadn’t cut the phone.

“What?”

“You still love her, Bri. I think you were shooting your shot with the wrong person. You weren’t in it fully to begin with, neither was I, and I think we both knew that.”

The silence stretched on for a while before Brian spoke again. “We can still be friends, right?”

“I’d love that,” you replied honestly. “Go get her, racer.” Brian chuckled and then hung up, leaving you and Bucky in a comfortable silence.

He started playing with your hand, trying to mask his emotions from his eyes when he looked up at you. “You really mean that?” You knew exactly what he was talking about, but decided to tease him about it.

“Mean what?” You feigned confusion, knowing that Bucky could see right through your teasing. His eyes glinted with mischief as he moved his head closer to yours, letting his gaze flicker down to your lips. The gesture made heat bloom in your chest, biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling.

“Your heart is with me?”

“I don’t think I ever said that,” you quipped, voice still quiet and hoarse. “But I do remember someone with blue eyes like yours saying something about how much he loves me.”

“Yeah?” Bucky moved his lips to your ear, shivers running through your body as he spoke.

“Yeah. Sounded exactly like you. Actually, he looked exactly like you.” The smile spread across your face as you leaned your head towards him.

His gaze fluttered between your two eyes, biting his lip before letting his metal hand slip behind your neck to pull your forehead against his. First he teased you, letting his lips hover over your lips, just mere millimetres away from placing his lips on yours. Then he moved a bit back, letting his lips move to your cheeks, forehead, even pecking your nose before kissing the side of your lips. When you let out a small whimper, he finally descended on your lips.

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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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can I request bakugou x male reader where femboyreader is smol, pretty quite and nice, and suprisingly are really ruthless on the battlefield and bakugou is just wondering where he got it from. Until next week bakugou meets his father's and brothers and all of them are tall and very manly men. But civil and nice. Hope you have a nice day,😊

LMAO THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE

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Bakugou x reader - My Cute Boyfriend and His Tough-Ass Family

⚠️warnings - femboy reader, if that’s a trigger?

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Bakugou didn’t know where it came from.

One minute he was small and weak, wearing a new, girly hair pin everyday and complimenting one of the girls on their newly painted nails. The next thing he knew, he was just as batshit crazy as him during hero practice.

“Eat shit and die!” Bakugou flung across the air, sending a big blast over to (Y/n’s) location. (Y/n) sped away, dodging it with his quirk. He growled.

“Go to fucking hell!”

“Like hell I would, shit-for-brains! Suck my dick!” Bakugou landed on the ground, softening the impact with a blast pointed towards the floor. He stood there, a few good feet away from (Y/n). They were both breathing heavily, glaring down each other like they wanted to absolutely murder the other.

(Y/n) let out a piercing battle cry, before charging head first towards Bakugou and bringing his arms out to tackle him. Bakugou followed suite, charging towards him like a bull with his arm outstretched to deck him in the face.

They got closer and closer, Bakugou’s flashy explosions igniting in the air while (Y/n’s) quirk began to power up. Closer, closer, until-

“Times up!”

All might yelled over the intercom, and both students skidded awkwardly to a stop. Bakugou tumbled over with an angry shout, and (Y/n) sputtered, tripping over Bakugou’s torso making him fall to the ground as well.

“Get offa’ me, crossdresser!”

“I’m not a crossdresser, spiky bitch!”

“Your hero costume is literally a fucking skirt-!”

“Alright alright, young men! The battle is over, no need to keep fighting!” All Might awkwardly chuckled from the intercom. (Y/n) pouted, and swept himself off of Bakugou. Bakugou scoffed aswell, not even looking at (Y/n) as they both walked towards the observation building.

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“Aaah! Katsuki! I’m sorry for yelling at you during hero training today!”

(Y/n) jogged up to Bakugou, gently clutching his backpack straps and slowing down to a walk. Bakugou huffed. There he went again, that totally insane side of him that came from absolutely nowhere was gone.

“Like I care, shit-for-brains.”

“A-anyways,” (Y/n) cleared his throat. “Do you wanna study at my house today? Or just...y’know, hangout?”

(Y/n) blushed as he ended his question. Bakugou stared down at him. If he told someone this was the same person yelling insults and profanities on the battlefield while fucking shit up, they’d think he was lying.

“(Y/n’s) house?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been there before...”

“Sorry, did you say something? You’re not really the type to mumb-“

“I didn’t say shit, shittyass! Go die!” Bakugou yelled. (Y/n) chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t think you’ve ever been to my house either.” (Y/n) sighed. Bakugou scoffed and shoved his hands further down his pockets. “You better make a good impression on my family, or they probably won’t let me hang out with you anymore.”

His family was probably just as fragile and dainty as him, was what Bakugou thought. He already saw the hugs and kisses and the “Hello, Mrs. and Mr. (L/n)” he’d have to choke out. He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

——

“I’m home!”

A woman’s voice echoed through the house as (Y/n) and Bakugou both took off their shoes.

“Welcome back!”

“I brought my boyfriend over mom! Bakugou Katsuki-the one I was telling you about!”

He heard his mom gasp and timper into the entrance of the house, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon. Bakugou was right. Dainty, fragile mother; dainty, fragile (Y/n).

Bakugou cleared his throat, suppressing the gag that was about to come out.

“P-pardon the intrusion.”

“...Ehhhh? (Y/n), don’t tell me you brought one of your little dress-up friends over.” A different voice came from behind both (Y/n) and Bakugou. A young, male voice. Bakugou whipped his head around.

“Haaah?!”

“Ooooh! Feisty!”

The boy, who couldn’t be older than a middle schooler, cracked his knuckles. There was something so familiar about the way he talked.

“What’d you say to me, you extra?!”

“K-katsuki...” (Y/n) whisper-yelled, wrapping his arms around Bakugou in attempts to hold him back. The boy laughed in his face.

Just as the boy was about to say something, an older boy chopped him in the back of the neck, effectively subduing the smaller one.

“Shut up! (Y/n) said he was bringing his boyfriend over! Don’t scare him away like we do all of his other friends.”

Bakugou looked up at the older one. He looked about his age, but damn was he tall. And muscular too. The boy from before may have been at least athletic-looking, but this guy just...

“W-who the hell-?!”

“Now, now boys. Don’t need to get so physical.” A deeper, throaty voice came from down the hallway, it’s heavy footsteps growing louder and louder as it came closer. A tall, well built man came through the hall, crossing his arms. You could clearly see his muscles bulge through his office shirt. “Did you all come back from school? Welcome back.”

All three boys chorused out a string of hellos. Bakugou looked from who he assumed was the dad, then the two boys, than (Y/n).

There was no way in hell they were related.

“Are-“ Bakugou croaked. “Are you adopted or something?!”

“Katsuki!”

His mother laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. (Y/n’s) mother was the only one who Bakugou would assume was, well, his mother. But these...men?

“You’re probably the only person who didn’t go running once they saw these boys in our house, Katsuki. A lot of (Y/n’s) little friends go running because Natsu teases them too much or Kaito and his father scares them off.”

“This one’s different, mom!” (Y/n) intertwined his hands with Bakugou’s. “Sometimes I yell and get all bwaaah during training-but he doesn’t mind!”

“Oh, well that’s good,” (Y/n’s) father ran a hand through his hair. “That explains why he hasn’t ran off the moment we walked in.”

Bakugou blinked. (Y/n) leaned in close. “Trust me, it happened before.”

(Y/n) timpered off to greet his brothers. Bakugou looked between all 3 boys. Despite how built and tall these testosterone-soaked males were, the way they talked and carried themselves gave off the same energy (Y/n) did during hero training. Was that where he got it? From these...men?

(Y/n) was forced into a headlock, his brother laughing scrubbing at his forehead as (Y/n) groaned. He thrashed around, albeit laughing, and tried to pry off his brothers hands.

“Come on-I thought you were training to be a hero! Where’s your muscles, huh?”

“I could easily throw you into the sun, don’t start. You’re just jealous I look better in skirt than you do.”

“Bullshit! I’m sexy as fuck!” His grip was temporarily loosened, giving (Y/n) the opportunity to slip out. “It’s not my fault none of your skirts fit me!”

“...But you know who it would fit?” (Y/n’s) other brother, the middle schooler, turned mischievously towards Bakugou.

“Hell no.”

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“I’m going to fucking murder you.”

“Hey, now. That’s not very hero-like.”

“Yeah Katsuki! Not very heroic of you.”

“Murder is no good. You’ll get (Y/n)-nii’s dress dirty.”

Bakugou shook with anger as he stood in (Y/n’s) room. He sported a pink, frilly, strawberry-pink dress, that had small strawberries littered around it and stopped below his knees. His muscles peeked through the soft thin material of the dress, and the way he stood with his legs spread apart angrily was hidden under the layers of pink.

“Oh! Oh! Wait!” (Y/n) stepped into his closet with an excited smile. After a few seconds of rustling and shoving away hangers, (Y/n) popped back out with a matching dress on. His dress, however, had a baby blue tint with small blueberries scattered across the fabric.

(Y/n) did a little twirl. “Don’t I look pretty, Katsuki?”

Bakugou, crossed his arms, doing whatever it took to suppress the blush growing on his face. “Sure...whatever.”

(Y/n) happily stood next to Bakugou, smoothing out the crinkles in his blueberry dress and grabbing hold of Bakugou’s hand. “Tada~! We match~”

“You guys look like the strawberry and blueberry milk boxes I buy from vending machines at school.”

“Haah?!” (Y/n) gripped Bakugou’s hand harder. “What’d you say?!”

Bakugou stole a glance at (Y/n’s) angry face. Not gonna lie, he thought it was a bit attractive when he looked like he was gonna beat up his own brother in a frilly blue dress. He pursed his lips.

These guys taught (Y/n) well. If (Y/n) wasn’t as intense as he was during hero work, he didn’t think he’d ever fall in love with him, not the same way he is right now, at least. He felt sorta glad his family wasn’t a soft, fragile family of extras. Bakugou closed his eyes, and smirked.

“Yeah! The fuck’d you say to us, you lil punks?!”

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 4 years ago

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Hi, I have an idea for Chishiya if it's okay! He have something going on with Kuina's friend, and after she didn't came back from a game everyone thought that she died, but she actually just left (she didn't want to become too attached to Chishiya maybe?) and 1 month later the militants found her and Chishiya is rather cold toward her because she left him without saying anything. Happy ending if possible, please

Thanks for requesting, here you go. Enjoy! 🥰

Home | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Kuina, Niragi)

Summary: You run away from the beach, but soon were found by the militants again. Chishiya, your closest companion, is mad when you return for not saying anything.

Warning: mention of sexual harassment, swearing, grieving, heavy angst

Word Count: 4.8k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if the ending is a bit cliché, but I really enjoyed writing this one!

“I’m so sick of this shit Kuina. She’s gone. What the hell do we do now?”

Chishiya and Kuina sat on the top roof of The Beach. Their legs were dangling over the edge, above the groups of people who sang their hearts out over the loud music. They couldn’t be down there themselves, not that night.

“It’s so unfair,” Chishiya grumbled, rubbing his stained eyes with his hands. “I hate how everyone just moves on like nothing happened.”

Kuina sniffled, trying to control her runny nose as she listened to Chishiya’s pained words. “Look Chish, it was going to happen to one of us three at some point, it just happened to be Y/N.” Kuina tried to keep her voice stable, but the occasional voice crack gave away her sadness.

“Yes I know, but it still hurts so fucking bad.”

You hadn’t returned from your game. You hadn’t returned back to Chishiya and Kuina. You hadn’t returned home.

*******

“Oi Y/N! Slow the hell down!”

You heard Kuina yell out to you from down the hall. You laughed at her desperate attempt to catch up while Chishiya walked at his own pace watching you guys.

“Why are we suddenly having a race?! We have all day to get down to the pool!” Kuina called out. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face her. “I want to get down there before the sun comes out and everyone wakes up! Don’t you want to have it just for us three for a while?”

“I suppose so,” Kuina breathed out heavily.

Chishiya’s lips pulled up into a smile as he watched you too bicker. “Oi you two. Be quiet. People in these halls are still sleeping,” he said.

Kuina turned to Chishiya and pulled a mocking bored face towards him. “Well you’re fun this morning,” she muttered in a sarcastic tone.

All three of you made your way to the pool on the bottom floor of The Beach, tripping and shoving each other playfully while giggling. You hardly ever did this together, because Chishiya always slept until noon, so you were excited about having the pool to yourselves before the sun came up.

When you reached outside, your chatters and the sound of your bare feet on the pavement broke the silence of the night. You hoped that Hatter kept the windows closed to his suite because you knew if you woke him up he would come down and beat your asses for being awake so early.

You looked over towards the pool that was still lit up with underwater neon blue lights from the night before. You’d think that they would shut all the lights off at least to save a bit of electricity, but apparently not.

Kuina had thrown her towel down carelessly on a nearby deck chair and was now chasing after Chishiya, who powered his short legs to try and escape her.

“Chishiya you’re going in the pool! You can’t chicken out forever!” she yelled as she caught up to him and wrapped her strong arms around his waist.

You could tell the years of martial arts training paid off for Kuina as she lifted Chishiya into her arms like he weighed nothing. “Bitch, put me down! I don’t want to go in the pool! Why is that such a crime!?”

You doubled over in laughter as Kuina held the cat-like blonde in her arms, him squirming more violently as she got to the side of the pool.

“Goodbye!” she yelled and dropped him into the pool. His screaming cut off as he was submerged into the water. You walked over and placed your stuff down, listening to Kuina and Chishiya bickering in the background.

It was a shame that you were planning on walking out on these guys. But in a world like this, the bad moments really outweighed the good ones.

“Alright you’re next!” you heard behind you, making you snap out of your short daze.

“Wait, no!” you bellowed as Kuina repeated the same thing she did with Chishiya. This time, it was his turn to laugh at you.

“Jesus christ woman. The fuck got you so lively this morning?” you laughed at Kuina, who gracefully dived into the pool to tease you two.

You felt Chishiya tuck his chin on your shoulder gently, taking you by surprise. “I guess we got to act as happy as we can now. Our five day visa ends tonight.” Chishiya mumbled to you two.

The air around the three of you suddenly became stiff at the mention of the games. You lifted your hand and placed it on Chishiya’s damp hair. “It’s alright, it was a fun and relaxing five days while it lasted,” you said cheerfully.

“Don’t say that like as if you’re going to die,” Chishiya scolded you. “You won’t die, none of us three will.” He was trying to reassure himself that he would come back from his game with you all happy and healthy waiting in the lobby for him. He hoped for that exact reality every time he had to leave you to restore his visa. He panicked even when you were ten minutes later than usual. It was a constant battle with anxiety when it came to caring for you in a world like this.

But unfortunately, while Chishiya was willing to fight against the growing anxiety that came with loving you, you didn’t want anything to do with it.

You and Chishiya have been as tight as two peas in a pod since Kuina introduced you. Kuina and you happened to meet at a diamonds game that was further in the centre of the city which was where you appeared in the game. She was nice enough to take you back to The Beach, because she thought that your intelligence and gentle personality would be useful.

But the plan of using you for Kuina and Chishiya’s own personal gain went out the window when both of them built a strong connection with you. They tried so hard to stop it, but in the end, they decided to make you an addition to their little manipulative games with the others. A mysterious duo became a peculiar trio.

That’s when Chishiya began to notice other things he felt.

He began feeling an irrational attachment to you, always wanting to be around you and always wanting to make sure that you were safe. You began noticing his additional little quirks as well, as soon you both fell for each other, without the other knowing of course.

Kuina obviously knew, as she was incredibly observant. She always kept her mouth shut though, wanting to see the drama play out in front of her. It was entertaining at times.

“You two are cute,” she gushed at you and Chishiya, holding a cheeky smile on her face.

Chishiya tucked his face into your neck to hide his blush, but it only made your heart skip a beat. “Shut up,” he mumbled into your skin.

You sighed heavily as he kept his place there, snaking his arms around your waist. This was honestly normal. The closer you’ve gotten with Chishiya, the less shy he’s been to convey physical affection. You loved and hated it at the same time, because you knew the more he made your heart race, the harder it would be to leave him.

At times you thought you’d rather deal with his cold and untrustworthy personality, like how he was when he first met you. It was easier to dislike him then, but now that his real personality has shown through, you realized how good of a person he actually seemed to be.

Chishiya never became close to someone, because he knew it would be hard to pull away when he needed to use them for his own survival. So he’s just always chosen to keep everyone at a distance.

You on the other hand, you hadn’t fallen down the deep whole of caring fully for someone in this world, but you knew you were about to stumble off the edge.

While Kuina and Chishiya waited to renew their visas, you waited to run away from the stress of waiting for your friend’s potential deaths.

******

You, Kuina and Chishiya trudged down the steps that led to the lobby. Hatter had called everyone to meet there a few minutes ago to prepare for the games. Hearing the familiar bell ring throughout the so-called paradise made your heart weaken. It was calling you to your end, every single time.

The trio of you took your usual place towards the back of the lobby, leaning against the cement walls and looking over everyone’s heads. How weird it felt, that by the time you gathered here next, the number of people would reduce by a couple dozen. It made your stomach sink in remorse. You truly were nothing more than soldiers fighting a war that wasn’t your own.

You looked down at your own feet, beginning to feel guilty about your plan of running away. The people you would abandon, the friends who would miss you. And even they can’t come find you, but you knew it was for the best. For both you and them.

You felt something tickle your hand. You glanced your eyes down to see that it was Chishiya, trying to sneak his hand into yours as Hatter began his booming speech across the crowd. You looked up to the blonde’s face, but he was focused on Hatter. You smiled sadly and accepted his hand into yours, earning a soft squeeze from him.

Kuina placed her head on your shoulder, leaning closer towards you. It was as if they knew, and they were trying to get you to change your mind. You felt tears building up in your eyes, but quickly wiped them away with your hoodie sleeve before anyone noticed.

Damn. You were never going to forget them.

******

Chishiya sat in the leather lounge in the lobby. He had just arrived back from his spades game. Wasn’t too difficult, for him at least.

Only now he was stressing inside, leg bouncing up and down on the carpet quickly. He knew you wouldn’t return for a good while, but yet he always was worried about you. No matter the situation.

Niragi didn’t help the situation. He strolled over earlier with a few of his militant mates and roughed Chishiya up for a bit. He honestly wasn’t in the mood for their antics, so he didn’t fight back much. They eventually got bored and walked away.

There hardly was anyone in the lobby, it was strangely quiet.

Chishiya looked towards the entrance to the lobby where a small group of people just walked in from. He recognized them as the group Kuina was placed with, so he stood up from his seat and quickly made his way over.

He managed to spot Kuina walking by herself at the back of the group. Chishiya let out a relieved sigh and strolled up to her. “Thank god you’re okay,” he said, giving her a short hug. “You too,” she replied.

They walked back over to where Chishiya was sitting beforehand and sat down. “Do you know who Y/N went with?” Kuina asked.

“No idea, I had to leave with my group before hers,” he answered.

They both sat in silence for a while, hearts squeezing in on themselves from tension.

As group after group piled into the lobby and moved to go to the back pool to celebrate their wins. While their hearts and minds were overflowing in joy of surviving, Chishiya’s and Kuina’s slowly became heavier and heavier with grief.

One of the last groups finally came back, being a few hours later than everyone else. Chishiya searched the small crowd for your familiar face, but didn’t see it.

“Kuina,” he started with a tense voice. “Don’t say it,” she immediately cut him off. “Don’t say anything Chish. She’s fine, I know it.”

That became harder and harder to believe the later into the night it got. Soon enough, no one was left in the halls and the lobby, either gone to bed or stayed out in the pool area.

Chishiya didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t feel anything. His body was tired from the constant tensing, the constant anxiety.

He stood up abruptly and looked towards Kuina, who had her head in her hands. He gave her a sad smile, and reached his hand out to help her up. “Come on, let’s go to the roof like old times,” he smiled, fighting the tears building up in his eyes.

*********

When they reached the top of the building after climbing many annoying flights of steps, Chishiya tilted his head back to feel the wind blow around his head. He opened his eyes and saw the galaxy of stars above him. ‘So weird,’ he thought to himself. ‘In a horrible place like this, such beautiful things can still exist.’

Kuina and Chishiya sat on the edge of the roof, feet dangling off the edge. Complete silence took over them. Neither of them knew what to say.

Kuina broke her gaze off the staggering height of the drop below them and glanced at Chishiya. He was staring straight ahead of him, hoodie covering his face so she couldn’t see what he was looking at.

“Chish, are you okay?” Kuina asked quietly, leaning forward to try and see his face. It felt strange to her, having Chishiya be completely silent for a change. Usually he would be making a smartass comment or a teasing joke towards her or Y/N. It was like the happiness in him had drained out.

He didn’t answer for a short moment, but then he turned his head to look at Kuina in the eyes. Kuina was taken back.

Chishiya had pools of tears cascading down his pale face, mixing with the sweat that he still endured from the game. He let out no sobs and no cries. Just dry, empty tears running down his cheeks like doves flying down the edge of a cliff.

“No, I’m not okay,” he muttered to her. “This fucking sucks.”

*******

It had been a few weeks since your death, not that there was a huge difference at The Beach from your disappearance. Everyone carried on like normal, everyone except Kuina and Chishiya.

They became secluded, more than usual. Kuina spent most of her time in the hotel’s gym, trying to distract herself from everything that happened. She wanted to get stronger so she could win games, she knew that’s what you would have wanted.

Chishiya however, he wasn’t taking your death well at all. Chishiya lost his fire, his headstrong attitude and snappy remarks. He kind of disappeared himself, but only his body stayed.

He felt stupid at times. What would he have expected? Of course you died, knowing his luck. He began irrationally thinking, believing that the world took you away because he didn’t deserve someone as warm-hearted as you. He felt cheated almost. It was like the universe had you dangling on a string in front of him, and when he finally had the courage to reach towards you, it yanked you away out of his view.

When he was having particular hard days, he would lie on his bed in his room for hours, not bothering to get up for food or the bathroom. He felt numb inside, he honestly thought nothing would be able to hurt him anymore, because he’s endured the worst of his emotions.

The mirror in his room was smashed, due to his own doing. He broke it a few days after the incident, screaming into the stuffy air of his room and throwing one of his makeshift knives at it. He watched in pain as it crackled and crumbled under the impact, seeing his own reflection fall into a million pieces, much like how he was feeling at that moment.

He had never experienced this kind of hurt before. He always thought other people were being dramatic when they broke down crying after hearing their significant other or friend didn’t make it back to The Beach. He thought that it should’ve been expected, that they shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. But he guessed you never know what another person is feeling unless you experience it yourself.

But god, does he wish he didn’t, because it hurt more than a thousand knives to his cold, stone heart.

**********

One day, Chishiya was standing on the edge of a balcony that looked over the entrance to The Beach. He enjoyed standing up there because he loved the spectacular view of the ocean. It reminded him of his real home, when he used to ride his bike down to the beach with his friends and swim in the water for hours. He missed life when it was so easy for him.

The breeze was cool on his skin, giving him goosebumps. It felt refreshing and somewhat free, a small taste of bliss for him. His eyes were shut as he listened to the crows screech in the distance and the ocean waves hit the shore. The sound of nature rang in his ears, making his endorphins swirl in his brain.

It was a good break every now and then from the usual melancholy emotions that swarmed around him, keeping his happiness locked down in chains. While he was on that balcony, actually breathing fully and normally for once, his demons decided to let loose of the chains that held his sweet happiness trapped.

Chishiya opened his dark eyes and glanced downwards towards the bottom level and saw something that caught his eye.

A group of three militants seemed to have a young woman in their grasp, one of them being Niragi himself. Chishiya watched as they tried hard to hold the smaller person at bay, as she was thrashing around trying to escape.

He frowned, confusion painting across his face. That girl, she looked oddly familiar.

Niragi told the militants to bring her around the side of the building, where a small alley was located beside the entrance. Chishiya knew that’s where the militants dragged people to kill them off, they were planning on killing her.

Chishiya wondered what she did that was so bad. Hatter hardly ever gave the order to kill someone, unless the situation was betrayal or anything worse.

He moved himself along the balcony towards where the commotion below him was occurring. He wanted to hear what they were saying, because who knows what shit Niragi gets up to without Hatter knowing. It seemed a little too suspicious to be dragging someone to their death in broad daylight, especially where everyone could see.

Chishiya heard slight fragments of what they were yelling: “You thought- … run away?!” Niragi screamed in his psychotic voice. “Let go of-...! …could have just left me there!”

Chishiya felt his heart drop. That voice, it was all too familiar. How could he have forgotten what your voice sounded like.

He lifted his head and stared forward in shock. That couldn’t be right, you’ve been dead for weeks!

He thought for a second, trying to come to a possible conclusion with the horrific yells in the background of his mind. How is it possible you could still be alive?

That couldn’t be you, it just couldn’t be. Chishiya shook his head and chuckled. “The fuck am I thinking? Great, now I’m hallucinating. No one told me that was another stage of grief.”

He turned his body to walk back inside to look for Kuina, until he heard the young woman getting attacked yell again, this time, clear as day.

“Chishiya! Kuina!”

That was it. That was definitely you.

Chishiya lifted his legs and began sprinting towards the staircase inside. There was no doubt in his mind that that wasn’t you. The way you said his name was too real to not be you.

He tripped and stumbled down the stairs, almost falling flat on his face on one flight. He had to get there before you were dead, for real this time.

As he pushed his entire body weight against the entrance doors to the hotel, he pulled a small knife out his white hoodie pocket. He had made it out of glass from his broken mirror, considering that Hatter wouldn’t allow him to have his own weapons.

Your screams were much more prominent now, more desperate sounding and more fearful. The sound pierced through Chishiya as he made his way quickly around the side of the hotel.

There you were, being pinned against the wall by two militants while Niragi held the barrel of his rifle against your chest, right over your heart.

Chishiya yelled out, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering his current situation. It was three tall men with guns against a small, frail man with a makeshift knife.

“Chishiya! The fuck you doing here?” Niragi asked with a cheeky smirk on his face. God, Chishiya wanted to punch him so bad.

“Let her go Niragi, you don’t want this to get ugly do you?” Chishiya threatened, holding his glass knife out.

Niragi laughed along with the other two militants. You still struggled against their grip, seemingly more calm with Chishiya distracting them.

“How cute ‘ey? Little blonde twink coming to save the love of his life, how sweet of you.” Niragi pressed, pushing his rifle harder against you just to push Chishiya’s buttons.

“If you haven’t noticed Chishiya, she ran away! She never died like you thought she did! She ran away from The Beach, she ran away from you!”

His words were like bullets in Chishiya’s chest. He felt belittled and mocked, he hated it.

“Shut up! She wouldn’t do that!” he yelled frustratingly.

“Oh really?! She wouldn’t?! Then explain why we managed to find her strolling the streets of Tokyo! Not a scratch on her, and she seemed smart enough to run away when she saw us.”

Chishiya’s scowl dropped on his face. He looked at you to see if you would deny it, but you had stopped struggling against the two men and hung your head low, not looking into his eyes.

He shook off the hurt he felt from this fact. He had to focus on getting you away from Niragi before he took time to think about other things.

“Niragi please. Just let go of her, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Chishiya begged. He felt small, never has he ever begged for something in his life.

“Hmm? How though? I was just about to have some fun with her before I killed her off. Why should I give that up just because you want me to,” Niragi spat at him. Your eyes widened in fear and you thrashed around in the grip that the militants had on you, panicking from Niragi’s threat.

Chishiya thought for a second. He would honestly give anything to bring you over to him. “My cards. You can take credit for every card that I collect for a couple of months. If Hatter or Aguni asks, just say I’m slacking. I’ll take any punishment they throw my way.”

You saw Niragi consider it before lowering his weapon off of your torso. You breathed out heavily in relief.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to do this again. You can’t bribe me with everything you sneaky fuck.” Niragi growled. The two militants let go of you and followed him out of the alleyway and into the entrance of The Beach.

You leant against the wall, staring at Chishiya as he stared down at the ground below him. The air between you two was tense. You could tell he was mad, Chishiya was always silent when he was incredibly angry.

“Chish, I-”

“Don’t talk to me. Just come.”

Don’t get me wrong, he couldn’t have been happier to see that you were alive and well. But the betrayal he felt from the fact that you ran away from him greatly outweighed his happiness.

He walked briskly ahead of you, you didn’t dare walk next to him or too close to him. He was scaring you a bit, and you wanted nothing but to sprint to your own room and hide from the rest of the world.

You were embarrassed and also frustrated you were caught. Trust Niragi and his cocky ass to find you.

Chishiya stopped in front of his own room, opened the door and gestured for you to walk inside. You hesitated before slowly making your way through the door. You hated how tense it was, it was the complete opposite of what you usually felt when you were around Chishiya.

You sat down on his bed, sitting in an awkward position and looked towards Chishiya. It was complete silence as he was frozen at the door, back towards you and holding the door handle harshly.

“What the fuck Y/N?” he mumbled. It was almost inaudible, but you could hear pain in his words, which made you immediately feel guilty.

“What the fuck was that? You ran away!?” he turned and yelled at you, tears building up in his eyes.

You flinched as his loud voice. You had never heard him yell in anger before, usually he kept his calm. You looked down to the ground, feeling your own eyes fill with hot tears. You felt like you were back in high school with your parents screaming at you for running away from home.

“I THOUGHT YOU DIED!” he shouted louder, “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN YOU PUT KUINA THROUGH?! HOW MUCH YOU PUT ME THROUGH?!”

You couldn’t breathe. Pain and suffering dripped off his words like rain on a roof, coming together and creating an atmosphere that held air that was unbreathable. You suffocated on the oxygen, making you choke and cause tears to begin running down your cheeks.

“Why!?” he cried. “Why did you run!? There was no reason, me and Kuina could have protected you if you were too scared! Why did you think that running away was the only option!?” Chishiya stumbled closer to you, almost tripping over his own feet.

You flinched heavily as he placed his cold hands on your shoulders roughly. They were shaking from trying to hold your sobs in.

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE-” “Chishiya!” you interrupted him by snapping your head up to meet your eyes with his. His face dropped as he saw the sadness behind yours, replacing the wonderful and cheerful happiness that once swam in your eyes like dolphins in a sea.

“I l-love you,” you mumbled out between your shaky breaths. “That was the problem Chish. I-I’m in love with you and it hurt too fucking bad to know that you could disappear out of my reach at any moment. I ran because I didn’t want to watch you and Kuina die!”

Chishiya’s own hands shook violently against your shoulders. He gazed into your eyes which were red and puffy from your tears. They were shining more now than they had ever before.

“You don’t have to leave Y/N,” he whispered, still trying to control his own breathing. “I want you here, next to me. Not out there, because when you’re out there, I can’t be with you.”

You nodded and smiled sadly. Chishiya pulled his hand from your shoulder and cradled your face gently. He swiped his thumb over your cheek to get rid of the tears there. “I love you too, but I can’t be without you.”

A grin crept onto your face as you looked into his eyes. You felt safer than ever in his arms, why did you think of ever leaving?

Chishiya wiped his own tears with his hoodie sleeve and put on a happier smile. “You want to know how pathetic I am without you?” he giggled and held your hands in his.

“I almost threw myself off the top of the hotel the night you didn’t come back. Kuina had to tackle me to the ground to keep me away from the edge.” he laughed at himself.

You chuckled along with him. “Imagine if you did! What a shocker it would’ve been if I came back and Kuina saw me alive after you killed yourself because you thought I was gone!”

You both sat on Chishiya’s bed and laughed at each other. You had to do it, humour is best in times of stress and anxiety.

*********

You opened your eyes slowly, only to be met with the blinding light of the sun seeping through the blinds. You hissed and turned your head the other way.

Chishiya chucked at your reaction, making his chest that was underneath your head vibrate. “So cute,” he muttered to himself.

You pushed your face deeper into his chest and breathed in his scent. It felt good to be back with Chishiya. It felt good to be home.

Author’s Note: oKaY so this ended up being a lot longer than expected. Please send in some requests if you have any! 🥰🥰

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f1nalboys · 3 years ago

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Backstage - Bday fic for Danny

HAPPY (very late im sorry) BDAY TO @knifewh0re !! I really hope you like this and i hope your birthday went well AND i hope today is even better!!!

Poly!Ghostface x Danny

WORD COUNT: 1978

WARNINGS: they/them pronouns afab reader (which is danny), oral (amab and afab recieving), vaginal fingering, implication of more sex, semi-public sex, closet sex, time crunch, the boys aren’t mean in this one besides like two off-hand comments from billy

Billy and Stu stood backstage before the show searching for you. Stu was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practically vibrating with excitement. “Stu, man, relax. You’re getting on my nerves.” Stu pouts and opens his mouth to say something but stops himself. He elbows Billy in the side harshly, pointing down the crowded hallway. Billy cranes his neck and breaks out into a grin.

It was you. You were surrounded by your band, decked out in your stage outfit and laughing and god you looked beautiful. Billy didn’t wait for Stu and took off down the hallway, his heart beating. You went to college with them, actually had a class with Billy, but you didn’t know them. They knew you, obviously.

Your band was getting popular in the punk scene and Stu had seen you play live a few months ago and immediately fell in love with your voice. He forced Billy to listen and, even though punk wasn’t his most loved genre, he had to admit that you were fucking amazing. And now they were here. Stu had bought backstage passes for the show and told Billy that they had to talk to you.

“Danny!” You turn around at the sound of your name with your eyebrows furrowed. Stu had caught up to Billy and had a big smile on his face, waving you over. Even though you didn’t know the two of them you went over, their smiles and the blush creeping up the neck of the brown haired boy made you curious.

“Uhm, hey. You two know me?”

“Yeah! We actually go to school with you, Billy here’s in your Intro to Film History class with you,” Stu says, nudging Billy towards you with his elbow. Billy forces a smile, his heart beating fast when you smile back. “And we happen to be huge fans of yours.”

You grin, turning around and waving off your band member, asking them to give you a few minutes. “Sorry about that. We have like half an hour before the show starts. So, you go to school with me? How come I’ve never seen you two around before? Think I would’ve noticed two cute guys.”

Stu lets out a high pitched nervous laugh, punching Billy on the shoulder hard. He was fucking star struck at this point. “Cute? You think we’re cute?” He says with a grin that only grows when you nod. They were cute! Stu was wearing a button up shirt and a denim jacket - which Billy had bought him specially for this - and Billy wore a tight black t-shirt and ripped jeans.

“I’m Billy, that’s Stu. And you’re Danny, right?”

“Sure am. So, any reason you two came out here to see us play?” Billy’s eyebrow raises. He could have sworn you were flirting with them. Stu seems to think the same thing because he makes a small choked noise which makes you laugh, hard.

Stu shrugs, deciding now is the perfect time to start acting more suave. “We wanted to wish you luck before the show. With words or actions, whichever you’d prefer.” If Billy weren’t hoping you’d say yes he would have turned around and punched Stu as hard as he possibly could for being so god damn forward.

“I mean, I could definitely go for some physical encouragement. You two think you could make it quick?”

“Wait, really?” Stu was actually pretty shocked you were agreeing. He was happy, like, REALLY happy, but he was still shocked. You nod and Billy takes a hold of your hand and drags you down the hallway. He wanted to find somewhere that the three of you wouldn’t be interrupted.

You stop him halfway down the hallway and pull him into a dark room, flipping the light on when Stu comes in behind you both. It was a supply closet, a fairly large one, and Stu locks the door behind him as Billy pulls you in for a kiss.

“Wait, wait, no,” You say, pushing away from him. He gives you a confused look, worried he had gone too fast too soon. “Can’t kiss; can’t fuck my stage makeup up.” He snorts, deciding to kiss your neck instead. Stu’s behind you, the two men trapping you in between their bodies.

Stu replaces Billy’s lips on your neck, nipping at your pulse and grinning against your skin when you moan. Billy is on his knees, working on getting your pants off. His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he yanks your jeans down and you hiss, goosebumps raising down your legs.

Your head rolls back against Stu’s shoulder as his hands slip up your shirt and past your bra, his fingers finding your nipples with ease. Billy groans as his finger dips past your underwear, gliding down your folds. “Fuck, Stu, man, they’re soaked.”

“Are they now? You into us or something, baby?” He coos into your ear, pinching at your nipple hard and you whimper loudly. Stu laughs, his breath hot against your skin, as Billy’s fingers begin to rub circles on your clit. You’re bucking into his fingers and you let out a particularly loud moan when he moves his hand off of you.

Your eyes pop open and Billy is right in your face, shoving his fingers, wet with your arousal, in your mouth. Stu grabs the bottom of your shirt and yanks it up, slipping it off of your body with ease. “Think you could use your mouth for something else?” Stu asks with a wicked grin. Rolling your eyes, you don’t take long to debate, sinking down onto your knees.

“Can’t do it for long, boys. Got twenty minutes before I need to be out there, so you better get to it.” Stu’s pants and underwear are long gone now and he’s fisting his cock right in front of you with an eager look in his eyes. You smile, replacing his hand with your own, and licking a long stripe up the underside of his dick.

His head rolls back and he lets out a low moan as your tongue swirls over his tip. “Fuuuck, Danny…” He goes to put his hand on the back of your head, wanting to force you to take him to the hilt, but he stops himself by grabbing ahold of Billy’s shoulder. “Their mouth, man. Shit, could make me cum already.”

Billy’s hand was on his own cock and he was focused on your face. You never took Stu in your mouth fully, never moving past wrapping your lips around the tip of him, and somehow he could tell it was the best blowjob Stu’s probably ever gotten. Save for him, of course. “Wanna feel that mouth of yours,” He says and you pop off of Stu, a glob of spit connecting you to him. “Can we fuck you?”

You hesitate before your hand wraps around his cock, pumping him slowly. “God, I wish. Like, you have no fucking idea how badly I want you two, but we have less than 15 minutes and if we do it I want it to last longer than that. How bout I help you two out and you help me?” Without waiting for an answer you repeat what you had just done to Stu.

“Holy shit,” He groans. He can’t take his eyes off of you or your hands or your lips. Everything about you was intoxicating. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times, hollowing your lips when you take him into your mouth. “Christ, Danny, your mouth feels so fucking good. Such a good whore for us.”

You moan around him and he gasps, barely stopping himself from slamming his hips further down your throat. Stu was jerking off next to him, eyes trained on you, and he threw his head back, calling your name. “Danny, fuck, gonna cum. Where, shit! Where can I?”

Pulling off of Billy you flash the two of them a wide smile and respond simply. “On each other.”

“Huh?” Stu’s eyebrows furrowed together slightly, his hand pausing in it’s movements. You lick your lips and they watch with wide eyes as your hand reaches down and slips past your underwear. Your eyes flutter closed, soft moans leaving your lips. Music to their ears.

“I, mmh. I said cum on each other, god, and then you can taste me.” That’s all the encouragement they needed. They turned towards each other but kept their eyes on you, the sounds of your pleasure mixing with their own. Billy was chasing his high, the thought of being able to delve into your cunt sending shockwaves through his body.

Stu is the first one to cum, both your name and Billy’s falling from his lips as he thrusts into his hand. His cum coats Billy’s thighs and hands, adding to the slick of his own cock. Billy cums soon after and Stu takes a second to get on his knees and takes his dick into his mouth, taking him to the base. What can he say, he loved Billy’s dick.

“Fuck, that was hot,” You whimper, your eyes moving in time with the bob of Stu’s head. “Hurry up and eat me out, you got ten minutes. If you do good, maybe I’ll consider making this a regular thing.” Billy’s on his knees in a second, throwing your hand off of yourself and pushing you back onto your ass. You yelp as the concrete digs into your skin but the pain is quickly washed away, taken over by the pleasure of his tongue dipping through your folds.

He’s moaning at the taste of you, his hands grabbing your thighs and spreading you wider, opening you up for him. His tongue focuses on your clit, switching between circling it to flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it every few seconds. Your hand tangles in his hair and you’re grinding down on his face when Stu’s fingers enter you.

He starts up a fast pace with two fingers, filling you so suddenly all you can do is cry out his name and roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Fuck! Please, shit, you both feel so good. Please, I’m close, please let me, please make me,” Your pleas’ urge them onwards, Stu’s fingers and Billy’s tongue speeding up.

You cum hard, harder than you have in the past from just oral, and your body is convulsing with pleasure as they continue. They don’t stop until you practically collapse against the floor and even then Stu takes his chance to lick up your cunt, tasting you. “Mmm, you taste fucking delicious, babe.”

“You alright, Danny? We didn’t kill you, did we?” Billy asks and even with your eyes closed you know he’s smiling. You nod, take a deep breath, and stand up, your knees weak. Stu wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck while Billy helps you pull your pants back up, buttoning them up before kissing you on the lips. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

Stu opens the door and peeks out, looking both ways before ushering the two of you outside. Billy runs a hand down your cheek, down your neck, and he tsks at the dark marks that were forming. “Stu! Asshole, you left hickies like a 15 year old.”

“They look hot with them!” He replies, giving you another sloppy kiss on the neck, and you laugh. You shove him off of you, brushing your clothes off and looking at them with a grin.

“So… you guys staying after the show? I’d love to show you the green room.”

Billy grins, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue, eyes dragging down your body. “For you? Hell yeah, we are. Can’t wait to see how hot you look with that makeup of yours running.”

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Concerned Friend

Summary: Sam is a little tense after a disagreement with Sarah. Bucky goes to check on him. He is, after all, a concerned friend. But they're both hot for each other and things escalate quickly.

Pairing: SamBucky

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,853

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It had taken Bucky a while, but he had finally begun to see Sam’s point of view on things. Sam had a lot of weight to carry, not just with his family and community, but with wider society. And society wasn’t always gentle, caring, or understanding to him. Bucky had come to find some understanding after Sam, not being able to take any more of his shit, had scolded Bucky and told him what for. Afterwards, they had talked. Sam had explained how their world was set up to benefit the people who looked like Bucky at the expense and oppression of those who looked like Sam. Bucky had wanted to reach out and hold Sam when he saw all of the pain behind his eyes. But he didn’t. That wasn’t something that they did.

Even now, as Bucky decided that he was going to go to Sam to comfort him after yet another disagreement with Sarah, he wasn’t quite sure of how he would do that. He figured just letting the guy know he was there and that he cared would suffice.

Bucky tread lightly on the small steps, but still alerted Sam to his presence as he set his feet on the decking below. The younger man was busying himself by tinkering with the boat’s engine. An oil rag slung over his shoulder and a wrench in hand.

“You come to tell me to go back and talk things through with Sarah?” Sam asked while not turning to look at Bucky. “Since y’all are besties now.”

Bucky shook his head, even though Sam didn’t see the gesture.

“Nah, not gettin’ in between that. Just came to see if you’re alright,” Bucky proffered as he stepped closer to Sam. The aroma of Sam’s natural scent mixed with his cologne and a hint of engine oil did something to Bucky. Made his stomach feel tight. Made him feel lightheaded in the best way. “Just wanted to check on you.”

Sam let out a sigh and then turned. The light streaming into the bowels of the craft glinted in Sam’s eyes and Bucky’s breath hitched. Sam was so beautiful it hurt to look at him sometimes.

“Thanks, man,” said Sam as he leaned against the engine and folded his arms across his broad chest. Bucky secretly loved when Sam did that. Was real hard for him not to stare when Sam did that. He was so gorgeous.

“So, you’re okay?”

“Sure,” Sam replied, as he rolled his head back, trying to ease some tension in his neck.

Bucky watched the way Sam’s skin became taut and inviting. He always made the simplest action look incredibly attractive. He was incredibly attractive, and Bucky found himself on the verge of salivating. He had gone to Sam trying, in his way, to offer comfort, yet instead he was ogling the man and thinking what it would be like to taste every inch of his skin.

A moment passed between them until Sam lifted his eyebrows and gave Bucky a questioning look.

“You needed somethin’ or you just came down here to stare at me?” asked Sam as he placed the wrench aside, trying to lighten the mood as the air was now thick with tension.

A different tension than what Sam was feeling before. This had the hairs on their arms standing up and their stomachs somersaulting. Bucky watched as Sam’s gaze fell to his lips briefly before he swallowed hard. Unbeknownst to Sam, Bucky could hear the faint beating of Sam’s heart. Bucky instinctively moved closer, and Sam’s heartbeat quickened.

“What do you need?” asked Bucky carefully, clearly, as he closed the distance between them. By the time he was reaching his flesh hand up to caress Sam’s face, it was too late to pull away. He couldn’t pull away. Sam had that affect, drawing him in, even when he hadn’t realized it.

A delightful quiver rippled through Sam’s body as Bucky ran his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip.

“What’re you offering?” asked Sam, his voice low and laden with desire.

Bucky smiled crookedly at Sam before leaning in and pressing a tentative kiss to his lips. Sam responded by parting his lips and allowing Bucky’s tongue entrance. Bucky moaned and then licked into Sam’s mouth as he slid his hand to the back of Sam’s head and pressed their bodies together. The kiss was wet and hot and almost desperate. Bucky kissed Sam with focus and Sam kissed him back like he would cease to exist if he stopped. They drew apart after a moment, each clutching the other’s shirts and breathing warmly against each other’s lips.

Bucky rubbed his nose against Sam’s and smiled, before bringing his mouth to Sam’s neck. He nipped and sucked a moment while Sam let out pleased little whimpers.

“Damn, Buck. Didn’t know that mouth was actually good for somethin’,” Sam teased, still finding the presence of mind to talk shit the other man.

Bucky laughed near Sam’s ear, causing him to shiver, before he sucked Sam’s earlobe into his mouth and said, “Baby, you got no idea.”

Their lips crashed together once again before a breathless Bucky snaked his hand between their bodies, rubbed Sam’s arousal through his jeans, and asked, “Want me to show you?”

Sam relished in the feeling of Bucky rubbing him through the coarse fabric until he finally remembered Bucky had asked him a question.

“Yeah,” said an equally breathless Sam. “Shit, yeah. Okay.”

Bucky smiled and pecked Sam’s lips chastely before dropping down to his knees in front of Sam. He ran both hands up under Sam’s shirt, enjoying the warmth of Sam’s skin.

He palmed at Sam’s abs and then said, “Hold this up, Sammy. I want you to watch me.”

Sam felt his cock jerk and did as he was told. He held the hem of his shirt up as he watched as Bucky unbuckled his belt and drew his zipper down. Bucky smiled up at Sam as he pulled Sam’s jeans off his hips. He rubbed Sam through his briefs and Sam moaned. Bucky thumbed the area where Sam’s precum left a darkened, damp spot.

“Already hard and wet for me, uh?” Bucky teased before kissing Sam’s navel.

“Do you ever shut up?” asked Sam with no heat behind his words.

Bucky let out a small laugh as he reached his flesh hand into Sam’s underwear. Both men held their breath a moment at the contact. Bucky’s hand was firm and warm, Sam’s dick was hard and hot.

“Jesus, Sammy,” said Bucky as he took Sam’s stiff length from his briefs. It was long, thick, and a shade darker than the rest of him with a smooth pink tip. “You really are pretty all over. I knew you would be.”

The butterflies in Sam’s tummy wilted from the flash of heat that rose up as Bucky licked his wet tongue over the tip of Sam’s dick.

Bucky made a humming sound as he licked once more and said, “Shit, you taste good, too.”

Sam was not one to ever look a gift horse in the mouth, but he was starting to throb and Bucky was down there, holding his dick and giving running commentary.

“You know,” said Sam as he placed his hand to the back of Bucky’s head. “When you’re givin’ a blow job, there’s usually not this much talkin’. You done this before, Buck?”

Bucky let out a little amused huff and started to stroke Sam’s shaft before saying, “Wilson, if I didn’t fall from that goddamn train when I did, I probably would’ve been given a court-martial from all the cocks I sucked.”

“God, Barnes. Why do you have such a morbid sense of humor?”

Sam’s question went unanswered because after one more delightfully deft stroke, Bucky licked the entire length of Sam’s dick, from base to tip, and then wrapped his pink, wet lips around his crown.

“Shit,” said Sam as Bucky’s warm mouth enveloped him and he placed his hand firmly at the bottom of Sam’s shaft. Bucky gripped him with the perfect amount of pressure as he began to suck him off, bobbing his head while working his hand up and down. Drawing more moans and curses from Sam.

Bucky moved his tongue over Sam’s smooth, dripping head, drinking him up before swallowing his entire length. Sam cursed again as he felt his cock slide down Bucky’s throat. Sam instinctively thrusted his hips forward a little before Bucky pulled off his dick and stroked it. He looked up at Sam while kissing his shaft. A tear ran from the corner of Bucky’s eye and Sam wiped it away. He watched as Bucky licked his tip and lapped up the precum as it dripped from Sam’s thick, veiny cock. He watched as Bucky devoured him again, sucking his swollen dick and humming.

Sam’s eyes rolled shut as he relished in the feeling of Bucky’s skillful mouth. As Bucky sucked him harder, work his hand over him faster. Licking and sucking and humming. Stopping only to strum Sam and tell him how gorgeous he was. How good he tasted. How he tasted better than anyone else. How Bucky could suck his pretty cock all day. How he made Bucky hard. How Bucky was so, so hard for him. And then he would take Sam between his swollen, pink lips again and suck hungrily. Greedily. Bringing Sam closer to his release.

Sam felt the heat pooling as his balls tightened. He tapped Bucky’s shoulder to let him know he was about to come. Bucky pulled off just far enough so that he could open his mouth and place his tongue under Sam’s spurting tip as Sam came in his mouth.

“Fuck,” Sam murmured as he looked down at the sight of Bucky taking his load, all thick white streams of it, and swallowing it up. “Shit, Buck. Get up here.”

Bucky let go of Sam’s shuddering dick and then stood. Sam pulled him in for a messy, hot kiss. Moaning as he tasted himself on Bucky’s lips. Sam’s spent cock was still out as he reached between their bodies and began to unzip Bucky’s jeans.

“You don’t gotta,” Bucky whispered as he kissed Sam’s neck.

“Fuck that,” said Sam as he took hold of Bucky big, hard cock and began to jerk him off. “You deserve it after that.”

Both men smiled and shared another kiss. Bucky was already dripping and close to coming. He knew it would only take a few skillful strokes from Sam and he’d be spilling his seed. The pair held one another as Bucky moaned unashamedly at the precipice of his orgasm.

“Fuck, Sammy. Sammy,” Bucky cried out, about to come undone.

Sam kissed his sweat drenched brow.

“Thanks for coming to check on me, Buck,” Sam whispered as he held Bucky close and finished him off.

Bucky came with thick ribbons of white covering Sam’s fingers before he kissed Sam’s lips once more. He rested his brow against Sam’s as he fought to catch his breath and said, “Any time, baby.”

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