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real-jane · 3 years ago

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Bucky's Got Game

[Bucky Barnes x doctor!reader]

Summary: Bucky's got a crush, and Sam's a little worried about whether or not he's gonna see it to fruition.

Words: 2,989

A/N: this idea hit me out of the clear blue sky, and made me laugh so much that I stopped packing for my move to write it tonight. Enjoy!

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“Oh my god,” Sam breathed. “This is pathetic.”

“Come on. He’s still getting his mojo back.” Steve shook his head, like he didn’t really believe it himself.

“He growled at her. That’s–do we just put him out of his misery, now, or…”

“She didn’t run away. So. That’s positive.”

“I’ve never seen a woman walk that fast in heels before, Rogers. That was bad.”

From where Steve and Sam were sitting in the caf, they had a prime view of Bucky at the coffee bar. They had just witnessed quite the sight: a woman had approached while Bucky was pouring his coffee, his knees turned immediately to jello, his cheeks flushed bright red, and he hadn’t been able to string two words together. He had handed her the creamer carton, only for it to slip out of his hands and hit her in the foot. When they both knelt down to deal with the carnage, they had knocked heads. Bucky had gotten that grumpy look on his face, said something with snarly lips, and then the woman had left quickly… Bucky had just watched her walk away, leaning back so he could catch the entire view through the windows, and then slapped himself in the cheeks and muttered something only he could hear.

He cleaned up the milk spill with rags which had been tossed at him from a safe distance by a caf attendant, and then made his way over to sit–sans coffee–beside Steve. He stared out the window, and said nothing. Sam winced, and nodded for Steve to say something encouraging.

Steve cleared his throat. “You good?”

“Fucking slippery carton,” Bucky grumbled.

“Sure you don’t need that coffee, buddy?” Sam pushed his own mug across the table. Bucky scowled at him.

“No.”

“You know, I’m sure she didn’t even notice.”

“The milk in her shoe, Sam? She didn’t notice it?”

“Some women would take that as flirting.” His eyebrows shot up innocently, and he glanced at Steve. “If you were worried.”

“I wasn’t.” Bucky stood up. “You coulda helped me, ya know. But nooooo. Just sat here. Watchin’. Thanks a lot.” He turned on his heel, rolling his shoulder back in annoyance, fingers clenched.

Sam rubbed his hands over his face. “Every time I think he’s not gonna be a grumpy fucker in the morning, he ramps it up about twelve notches.”

“He’s embarrassed,” Steve sighed.

“Certainly not helping his love life. He cannot keep his shit together around that woman, I swear. What is it about her? I don’t think I’ve seen him say two words to her, but whenever she walks into the room… boom, his brain turns to mush.”

“I dunno. He spent a lot of time in Medical. Maybe he’s got a crush on Doc Y/n.”

“Don’t get me wrong–she’s lovely, if it’s not ungentlemanly for me to say.”

“Agreed, respectfully.”

“Why her, though?”

“Honestly? When I first came outta the ice, if a woman got within six feet of me I became a puddle. Maybe he’s still working through that part.”

“He doesn’t seem to become Gumby around Natasha. Or Wanda. Or Carol. Or Pepper. Or Sharon.” Sam paused to think. “Or my sister. Thought that was a thing for a second–super glad it’s not, given his current flirtation style.”

“Leave him be. If he’s got a little thing for the doctor, maybe it will do him good.”

Unfortunately, ‘leaving Bucky be’ meant observing… very strange behavior.

***

“What the hell?” Sam sighed from the entrance doors to the Medical Bay, on his way to a routine physical before his next assignment.

Bucky sat in the waiting room, holding an ice pack to his forehead, with a marked grimace on his face. Tony was speaking with Doctor Y/n at the nurse’s desk animatedly. Sam approached slowly. The doctor turned to glance at Bucky, whose whole demeanor changed in an instant; he sat up straight, smoothed out his expression almost so he was smiling… like he was an obedient golden retriever. She remained passive, pulling the ice pack from his face carefully. The skin on his head was unmarred. She nodded to him, patted his shoulder (Bucky melted under her touch, practically collapsing against the arm of the chair), and gestured towards the doors.

Tony smiled at the doctor (more than Bucky could manage), and pushed Bucky’s shoulder to encourage him to stand. Doctor Y/n held a hand up in farewell. Tony gripped Bucky by the back of the neck and practically forced him out of her care. When he realized that Sam was approaching, Tony nodded.

“Don’t worry. Nothing serious. I hit him. With my car.”

“What the hell?” Sam repeated.

Bucky put his hands in his pockets. “Testing Shuri’s upgrades.”

“My car is totaled,” Tony said in delight. “And junior here took a radiator to the face. But the Doc set him right.”

At that, Bucky glanced over his shoulder. The doctor was kneeling next to an agent in a leg cast, speaking quietly. She sensed the focus on her, and she looked up. A soft smile pulled at her mouth, which was perfectly lined in a shade of red lipstick that looked like it was made just for her. Bucky looked away quickly, scratching the back of his head.

“Take you for ice cream, Sport?” Tony suggested with a nudge to Bucky’s shoulder. “Least I can do.”

“Um. Sure.” Bucky was quiet. Too quiet.

“Wonder if she was able to dry out her shoes,” Sam said.

Bucky glared at him. “Fuck off, it was three days ago!”

“Did you apologize?”

“I don’t gotta listen to this. Come on, Stark.” Bucky shoved his elbow into Sam’s side as he left. Tony followed closely behind, pleasant as ever despite the fact that he was down a car.

Sam scrubbed his cheek for a minute. Hmm…

“Hey–Doc?” Sam called, as soon as she stepped away from the agent she had been evaluating.

She smiled. “Hey! What’s up?”

“This is gonna seem like it’s coming out of left field, but… you know my pal Barnes, there?” He thumbed over his shoulder. The doctor nodded. “I, uh. You think he’s a good looking guy?”

She seemed to take the question under great consideration, but she finally nodded. “Sure.”

“Like, on a scale of one to ten…”

“Hmmm. Ten.” She raised an eyebrow. “Anything else?”

“I know he can be kind of grumpy, but. I think he’s sweet on you.”

Doc Y/n put her hands on her hips. “Is that so? What proof do you have, then, eh?”

“My man poured almond milk in your shoes.”

“Ah yes. I forgot the ancient, time-honored courting tradition of ruining a girl’s favorite shoes with plant-based creamer. How could I not have seen it?” She laughed. “Thanks, Wilson. I’ll take that under consideration.”

“He’s a really good guy. He’s just awkward as hell.”

“Really? Never had a conversation with him as awkward as this one. And he just had to tell me that he ruined Mr. Stark’s Mercedes with his face.”

“Ha! Right. Sorry–I shouldn't have said anything.” Sam’s cheeks were suddenly hot. “Forgive me for meddling.”

“Nah. You want to help your friend, I get it. But maybe leave that to him, eh?” The doctor fixed him with a pointed smile, but her eyes flashed in warning.

As Sam waited for his appointment, he made a mental note never to tell anyone anything about Bucky unprompted again, especially women.

***

“You got a date for the gala on Saturday?” Sam panted, as he tried and failed to keep up with Bucky on the treadmill.

“Why?”

“Dunno. Just askin’. I was thinking about inviting Nat as friends, but I think Steve’s got a horse in that race.”

Bucky glanced at him. “Did you just compare Natasha Romanoff to a horse? How long have you been out of the game?”

“Oop. Don’t look now, bud–I said don’t look!”

It was too late. Bucky turned to look over his shoulder and who should walk into the gym just then but the good doctor Y/n, arm-in-arm with the Black Widow. Bucky’s head seemed to be on a swivel independent of his body, because he continued to sprint at an inhuman pace, all the while taking in the sight of the two women squaring up to spar. Doc Y/n held up a hand when she realized both men had seen her come in, but when she looked at Sam, her face fell a bit.

“What was that look?” Bucky whispered.

“What look?” Sam focused on his stuttering steps, which only got worse under observation.

Bucky snorted. “She kinda dead-eyed you. What did you do?”

“What? Please. She and I are friends.”

“I’ve never seen you have a conversation with her.”

“Just ‘cause you’re not stalking me doesn’t mean I don’t have friends other than you, Barnes–”

“Jeeze, alright. Oh–what’s up, Nat?” Bucky turned off his treadmill and hopped up on the rails to catch his breath while he took a swig of water. Then, he bounded over the women, frowning at Nat as she explained whatever she had called him over for.

Sam took the opportunity to rest; as his treadmill began to calm down, he sagged against the handles (which he never used if he was training alongside Bucky or Steve), and chugged water. When he finally caught his breath, he turned…

To find Bucky kneeling on the mat, while Natasha showed Y/n how to take him down with a headlock. The minute her hands settled nervously on his shoulders, Bucky’s posture softened; he looked between her and Nat, nodding occasionally, and then patting his chest as if to say I can take it. Then, she assumed position, standing between his legs behind him, arm wrapped around his neck (as best as anyone could conceivably do to a super-soldier). She followed Nat’s instructions, straightening up as tall as she could to leverage her leg strength against his posture. Bucky pretended to be choked out, performatively sliding down to the ground, at which point Nat positioned Y/n with her sneaker-clad foot on Bucky’s neck.

Then, both women stepped back, Bucky hopped up. He nodded at Nat… dimpled at the doctor… and bowed slightly. Y/n touched his elbow and squeezed. The corner of Bucky’s mouth curled up.

Bucky returned to Sam’s side to gather up his things. “Self-defense practice,” he explained, pointing briefly at the women.

“Proud of you. Didn’t trip over your feet in front of her, or anything.”

“I’m not a total neanderthal,” Bucky grumbled. “You spotting me, or what?”

“She touched your arm.”

“I hit my elbow on the way down. She’s a doctor.”

“You are being very nonchalant about this.”

“What is going on with you?” Bucky snorted. “I had a bad morning the other day, and suddenly you’re questioning my every move.”

“Go on. Play coy. I know a crush when I see one.”

“Do you know what dumbbells look like? That’s where you’ll find me.”

Bucky slung his drawstring bag over one shoulder, squirting a stream of water into his mouth. Doc Y/n saw, and she tripped–over Nat’s foot, as she swept it along the mat. Oh, Sam thought. I see what’s going on here. This was some yearning. On both sides. Some longing. Both Bucky and the doctor were crazy about each other, and only Sam could see it.

Hmmmmm.

***

Sam leaned against the bar and took in the sights of the gala; the ballroom was filled with agents and Avengers alike, all dressed to the nines. Bucky Barnes himself was the picture of class, and Sam had to admit that he’d underestimated his friend–his suit was dark blue with a very faint black stripe and velvet lapels, and then everything else was black-on-black from his shirt to his tie, and on down. He spied Sam across the room, and made his way through the crowd until he finally reached the bar.

“What a lady killer,” Sam whistled. “Dapper as hell, man.”

“Ain’t so bad yourself. What do they call that color?”

“Rust.”

“It’s good on you.” Bucky shook the proffered hand, and Sam gestured for the bartender to replicate his whiskey for his friend. The friends clinked glasses, and Bucky turned so they could both survey the room.

“Oh shit.” Sam nodded to the entrance doors on the far end of the room, where several people were filtering in, almost an hour late. One of those people was a woman in silver, something slinky and sleek which swirled around her feet like she was floating. She had a comb on one side of her hair which sparkled in the ambient lighting, and she seemed to be searching for someone.

The doctor had arrived.

“Listen,” Sam said quietly, leaning towards Bucky. “Can I ask you a question, no motivation besides honest curiosity?”

Bucky sighed. “Sure.”

“Are you sweet on Doc Y/n?”

The super-soldier took a swig of whiskey. “Yes.”

“Yeah. Kinda got that impression, bud. Are you considering doing anything about it?”

Bucky finished off his drink and the bartender refilled it before he could even set it down again. He pushed off the bar and fixed Sam with a hard look. “Sam… you’ve done a lot for me, but… I don’t need you meddling in my personal life. I’m a big boy.”

Sam winced and patted his shoulder. “I’m sure you are. I’m just saying, you should tell her. I think it’s mutual, and she’ll never know if you don’t make a move.” He pointed to the middle of the room, where the doctor stood, waiting. She was watching them.

Bucky shrugged. “She knows.”

He stepped back from the bar, reached inside his coat pocket, and handed the bartender a bill for the tip. Bucky saluted Sam. He turned smoothly on his heel and took even, measured, confident steps towards the woman in silver.

He reached her side and–

“What!?”

Sam spilled whiskey down the front of his nice white sweater, beneath the rust colored jacket, as Bucky Barnes kissed Y/n like… sensually. Not a first-time kinda kiss. A there’s more where that came from kiss. He smirked down at her, and passed off the whiskey. She thumbed some lipstick off the corner of his mouth, and wrinkled her nose at him.

“Oh, that?”

Sam whirled around, accepting a handful of napkins from a smug Natasha, looking like dynamite herself in gold. He dabbed at his sweater, with little success.

“Aren’t they cute?” Nat suggested. “It’s like a doberman and bulldog got together. Depends on the day which is which.”

“I–when the hell–”

“I guess it’s been a few months, now? Yeah… after he had some issues with his implant.”

“But.” Sam couldn’t decide whether to try to look at Nat, or at Bucky (who had one arm around the waist of the doctor in silver, as she swayed and sipped). “A week ago he literally dumped creamer on her!”

“She snuck up on him in the caf so they could have breakfast together, he dropped it in surprise.” Nat received a heaping helping of red wine from the bartender, at least a double glass. She took a measured sip. “He bought her new shoes as an apology, but she wore the stilettos for him, tonight.”

“He makes an idiot of himself in front of her constantly–”

“He’s so into her, it’s insane. Try being alone with them in a room together. You’ll feel like chopped liver.”

“How did you know, and none of the rest of us did?”

“She wanted to keep some heat off of him until she could be sure it wouldn’t be an HR issue, which I helped her iron out. She keeps it professional. And Bucky is Bucky, I mean–I think she’s the only person who’s ever made him smile like that, and he was private to begin with.”

Sure enough… Bucky was laughing at something that Y/n had just said, head thrown back like he didn’t have a single care in the entire world. Sam suddenly felt very stupid, like several different intersecting definitions of the word. He tossed the napkins down on the bar and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That woman looked me in the face and told me that I had no proof that Bucky liked her.”

“Well. Did you?”

“Apparently I don’t know nothing about nothing. She likes him being a bumbling fool?”

“Sam,” Nat laughed. “If a man I thought was a ten out of ten was falling over himself because he liked me so much, I’d be very into that. Speaking of.”

Steve came charging through the crowd, necktie entirely undone, hair looking like he forgot that pomade existed. He spied Nat at the bar and halted for a second. Then, he took a deep breath.

“Listen, it’s been real,” Nat said to Sam with a knowing grin. “But I gotta super-soldier to fluster.”

Sam experienced the unique sensation of being absolutely wrong about his best friend by sitting on a stool and sipping on a Shirley Temple. Alcohol was no longer on the menu. The world was upside down. How did he not see it? Fuck. Sure enough, Bucky and his girl were dancing like two people who very much knew how the other person felt about them. She grabbed his ass where anybody could see it, but in reality, Sam was probably the only one who did. Bucky dipped her at the end of the song, and kissed her. She laughed so joyfully that the tone of it carried through the heavy bass. Then, she crooked her finger, and said something in Bucky’s ear. He straightened. He looked around to see who could’ve heard her, and caught Sam’s eye.

Sam saluted him with his kiddie cocktail. Bucky flipped him off, and then smiled faintly.

The Falcon had to admit the truth, there was nothing else for it:

Bucky’s got game.

***

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writerlyhabits · 2 years ago

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Red Henley

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Bucky spending the night becomes a regular occurrence, but what does that look like in your every day life? What does it mean for a rough day of work cutting into other plans?

Ch 11 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 10 | Ch. 12

Warnings: mild language, sexual themes (they’re horny), lots of pet names both new and old, maybe a teeny tiny hint of angst? It’s mostly fluff

AN: a normal-sized chapter, how cute 😂 This is actually double the size I originally planned it to be, but I can’t find myself being mad about it, there’s some good development here if you know what I mean 😉 I’m already mentally writing the beginning of the next chapter I’m so freaking excited you guys, you have no idea. Thank you as always to @deceiverofgodss for suffering through this with me, and I hope you enjoy! 💛

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Soft lips on your cheek…

That was the first thing you felt, gentle kisses being scattered across your face as the morning sun filtered in to light the room beyond your eyelids. You hummed groggily, the effects of sleep slowly fading as you were brought to life, feeling the warmth that came with being cradled in a certain someone’s very muscular arms.

“Good morning,” Bucky whispered, sounding much more awake than you did, as usual. You only groaned in response, earning a chuckle. “I know, sugar, but you gotta get up for work. I let you sleep as long as I could.”

“Are you taking on the role of my personal alarm clock?” You teased, your voice still tired as you shifted and stretched in the bed.

“I figured I was preferable to the annoying sound of the alarm you’re gonna snooze anyway,” you smiled as he kissed you, soft and slow.

This had been your morning routine for the past few days, and honestly? It was divine. There was no place you’d rather be, his hands cupping your jaw to move you as he pleased – kissing your smiling face with an expression that matched – and his unnecessarily large biceps acting like a shield from anything outside of your little corner of the world.

“C’mon, let me see those pretty eyes.” If you weren’t lying in bed your knees would have buckled. Begrudgingly, you peeked one eye open to find him glowing in the early morning light, his sparkling blues watching you reverently. “There’s my girl. All the way open or I’m gonna push you outta bed.”

There was your troublemaker.

“You wouldn’t.” You felt his weight lift off of you, and leave the mattress. You shot your eyes open, knowing he’d make good on his promise – or at least get really close – and found him on his knees beside you. “No don’t, I’m awake, James,” you pleaded, scrambling to get up, desperately trying to find a purchase on his large frame.

“Would you look at that, she lives,” he chuckled as you clung onto him, the deep sound rumbling through his chest. Large hands found your body and pressed you impossibly closer to him, cradling your head into the crook of his neck. You felt the vibrations of his amused hum when you started placing sleepy kisses on his neck.

Bucky’s hands drifted down your backside, brushing over your ass as he gripped your legs, locking them around his hips as he shuffled backwards off of the bed. He carried you through your apartment until your feet hit the tile floor of your bathroom where he cupped your cheeks, kissed your eyelids, and left you to get ready. You smiled, opening your eyes to watch him give you a playful grin before disappearing into the rest of the apartment.

Your reflection in the mirror reminded you of what had happened the other night, feeling your cheeks heat up when the only slightly faded hickey sat proudly on your chest, the neck of your loose sleep shirt doing nothing to conceal it. At the very least, you weren’t forced to wear obvious scarves and turtlenecks or copious amounts of makeup like a teenager, but it was in just the right spot that you still had to be careful with your wardrobe. One wrong slip, or pull of a necklace, and it could be out there for the world to see.

To his credit, he’d been thoughtful in his placement. And in his favor, you were practically giddy every time you had to “hide” it.

Bucky was a man of routine. He’d said once that if there hadn’t been a war going on, he might have enjoyed being in the army a bit more for that reason. And while your morning routines had been occurring in the same space for the last few days, you still were never mentally prepared for what was waiting for you in the living room when you were dressed and ready.

“Can I make you somethin, sugar?” Bucky asked sweetly, no sign of struggle in his voice as he pumped out a ridiculous amount of push ups just from the time it took you to step into the room.

Good god it was doing wonders for his back. He opted not to put a shirt on – it hadn’t taken long for him to sleep that way as well – showing off his rippling muscles and his broad shoulders. Every so often the stretch of skin where black vibranium met his shoulder blade would disappear behind the ridges of his back. It was making your head spin, and something else clench around nothing.

“You still with me?” He chuckled, and you realized you hadn’t responded. Luckily he hadn’t looked up at you from his position to see more than your feet stopped in front of him, else he would have caught you gawking at his bulging biceps.

“Hm? Oh I- no, ‘m fine,” you managed, screwing your head back on and turning to make yourself something quick before work. Something that would require very little focus, because right now you had none to spare.

Bucky’s morning workouts had been both a blessing and a curse. It was wonderful getting to start your day with that view, and you wanted to appreciate the art form that was his body. At the same time, your mind wandered to dangerous places, which had a tendency to make for a slightly uncomfortable drive to work and no chance at doing anything about it.

You popped bread into the toaster before grabbing your bag and making sure you had everything you needed. Phone, wallet, keys, inappropriate thoughts about Bucky Barnes… check.

“Hey, I was thinking… your birthday is coming up next week,” you started, not looking at him as you found something else to fiddle with in the kitchen. “Did you want to do anything?”

“How’d you know that?” he asked with a grunt that you willed yourself to ignore.

“It’s on a wall next to your face at the museum.”

“Ah.” With another grunt and a thump, you peeked around the counter to see him sprawled out on the floor, tilting his head back to look at you upside down. He gave you a noncommittal sound and a shrug in response to your question, and you rolled your eyes as you walked up to him.

“Nothing? C’mon, we could do whatever you want. Go downtown and do something fun, maybe a nice dinner, or something you used to do with your family? I could get your favorite kind of cake, put all one hundred and six candles on it,” you teased with a playful expression.

He chuckled as you kneeled beside his spot on the floor. “Please don’t, you’ll burn your apartment down. I kinda like it here.” You hummed in amusement, and when you kept waiting for an answer he released a breath, looking up at the ceiling as he fiddled with his dog tags.

“My ma used to make this chocolate cake that had weird stuff in it, with milk and eggs being so expensive. Other than that…” He shrugged again, and you were ready to try and tease him for not giving you a full answer, but you saw a flicker of something cross his face and let him continue. “But I always did something with my sister. Take her to the movies or drive out to get lunch somewhere new. Even when she went away for school, she always made a point to write or send a care package.”

While Bucky reminisced, you were starting to form a plan of your own. You knew Bucky well enough by now, he wasn’t going to ask to do anything on his own; he always put in more effort than he ever expected in return. He would give you ideas, shrug it off, and leave it up to you.

“I see you thinking,” he said after a few moments, smirking up at you. “Don’t go doing anything crazy, I’m more than happy just to stay here with you.” He brought a hand up to cup your cheek as you rolled your eyes at him, brushing his thumb across it softly.

“Well, you’re getting the chocolate cake,” you said with determination, earning you a chuckle.

“Whatever you want, sugar. As long as I get to do this.” Bucky sat up and reached around your middle, rolling the both of you over so he was pinning you down on the floor in all his half naked glory. Boyish grin on his handsome face, glistening abs that led your eyes down to the band of his grey sweatpants…

Oh.

Before you had any time to process how hot your cheeks were, his lips were on yours. Slow and languid, the way he knew would make your brain go fuzzy. His tongue teased your lips, and your brain couldn’t decide whether it wanted to focus on the way he was kissing you, or the weight you could feel pressing into your thigh. His touch was featherlight as he caressed your sides, and you instinctively carded your hands through his hair as you leaned into the kiss, resting them around his neck.

Not even a few moments later, he attacked.

Strong hands and vibranium fingers dug into your ticklish spots, and you convulsed underneath him, trying to get out of his grasp. Your face hurt with the force of your smile, his deep laughter mixing in with yours as he gave you no mercy, caging you in place so you couldn’t escape.

“Buck- James please, I can’t-” you tried, pushing at his hands in a desperate attempt for a breath. When he finally let up, his arms slinked around your waist and he buried his face into your neck.

“Mmm, is this where you put that new perfume?” he hummed, scattering kisses there before you could answer, his amused breath causing you to flinch away from him. “It smells good. Just as sweet as you,” he continued, punctuating his words with kisses across your cheeks.

You were vaguely aware of the sound of the toaster popping in the background, but the supersoldier on top of you paid no mind to it. “Bucky, let me up,” you managed through a giggle. “I- that’s my-”

“Sorry excuse for a breakfast, I know,” he groaned. He attached his lips to yours one more time – sneaky bastard poured himself into this one, and it took you longer than it should have to make a noise in rebuttal. Reluctantly, he got off of you, standing up and offering his hand to pull you up.

His hands may have left you, but his eyes didn’t.

“How about we do somethin’ tonight?” he asked as you were finishing up your slice of toast and gathering your belongings. His voice was deep, smooth, and when you turned to look at him his expression matched. Eyebrow cocked, and signature grin on his face as he leaned against the counter, one hand on his hip.

Could he not be that hot for two damn minutes?

“You can’t decide on something to do for your birthday, but you want to make special plans for tonight,” you teased.

“C’mon, I’m serious, let me do something for you. We could go out, get dressed up all fancy,” he drawled, and it was embarrassing how quickly he made a mess of you.

“Like we do every Saturday?”

“No, I mean like… a classy dinner, nice slacks and a button down,” he started, his tongue darting out to lick his pretty pink lips. He pushed off of the counter and made his way over to where you were rooted to the spot, standing tall right in front of you and brushing the tips of his fingers up your sides. “Maybe a little black dress with those red shoes you like so much… How’s that sound, baby?”

It was too early in the morning for thoughts like these. And his tone mixed with his lack of clothing was not helping your situation.

“I- yeah that sounds, hm, that sounds good,” you managed through a shiver.

“Good,” Bucky smirked, hooking a finger under your jaw and pulling your face close to his. This time his kiss was hungry, but it was quick, taking his chance when your lips parted to push into you. As soon as you let out a whimper he eased off, and you felt him smile against you. Your eyes fluttered open when he parted, his baby blues darkened by his pupils. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He slipped away from you, winking as he turned around and walked – strutted – back into your bedroom. Your body told you to follow him, your watch told you otherwise. You cursed under your breath and grabbed your bag, beginning the uncomfortable journey to work with a puddle in your lower region.

…

He was excited for tonight. Very excited. Was there a plan? Maybe not. But if the best he could pull together was a candle lit home cooked dinner and romantic atmosphere, that’s what he was going to do.

After spending the past few nights sleeping in the same bed as you, cuddled up under the covers with you tucked under his arm, Bucky could only tame the desires creeping up on him for so long. He loved being your man, every up and down that came with it, he was completely and absolutely smitten. He loved all of your soft sleepy smiles when you first wake up, the way your hands felt gliding over his body, how your eyes sparkled when you looked at him.

He might be a super soldier but he was still human, with instinctive human desires. The first time he’d spent the night, he’d gotten a glimpse of what it would be like if he let himself push farther, at least before you two had been interrupted. He wanted to feel your hands roaming his body for purchase again, feel your hungry mouth on his, and have you whimpering his name as he settled between your thighs.

He wanted you bad. If he was being honest with himself, it had been a long time coming. But he didn't use to struggle as much keeping those thoughts at bay, reminding himself to wait it out, to make sure it was what you both really wanted. Though now he didn’t have any reason to doubt you wanted him just as much, especially after how easy it was to fluster you this morning, and his resolve was cracking.

Dinner would be good. If he could pull it off. He doubted he could get a reservation anywhere really nice, and if he could, it was a gamble whether or not he could actually afford it. He got enough from the government to get by, maybe do a little bit extra, but he was by no means well-off. Did he risk taking you to the roof and hope nobody else had the same idea? Or did he just play it safe in your living room, aided by dim lighting and slow music? Whatever the plan was, he would need flowers, so that’s where he would start.

That’s where he was a few hours after you’d left for work when his phone rang, stepping away from the bouquets he was perusing when your name came up on the screen, and answering as he stepped out of the shop near your apartment building.

“Hey sweetheart, how’s it going?” He asked, a warm smile on his face as he greeted you.

“It’s… it’s okay.” He picked up on your tone immediately. Something wasn’t right.

“What’s going on? What happened?”

“How do you do that?” You tried to laugh, but it was choked. He could tell you had been crying, and he didn’t like it one bit.

“I know you, sweets. Talk to me, what’s wrong?” He heard you take a shaky breath on your end and waited patiently for your response.

“I just… I- it’s already been a long day. I’m on my lunch now, but things just keep adding up and I’m drained.” He hated hearing you like this, your voice so weak and quiet. All he wanted to do right now was hold you, make you feel safe. “I was really looking forward to what you had planned for tonight, but I don’t even know when I’ll make it home. I can try to-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just try and make it through the day as best as you can, alright?”

“I don’t want to ruin any plans that you-”

“You’re not ruining anything, doll. We’ll save it for another night, I promise.” He heard you groan on the other side, followed by a sniffle. “Do you want me to come rescue you?” he teased, only half joking.

“Ugh, don’t even tempt me, I might seriously take you up on it,” you laughed, and it made him feel better when it came a little easier than your last one. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t,” he scolded. “I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” He waited for your confirmation before saying your goodbyes, leaving him to reconsider his next course of action.

He shoved his plans for a romantic – suggestive was the better word if he was being honest – evening into the corner of his mind. He would have plenty of other chances to come back to it when you were ready, but tonight needed to be different. Maybe he wouldn’t attempt a fancy dinner, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to make it special.

Bucky turned on his heel to step inside the florist’s shop once again with a new mission.

…

When you were finally clearing the top of the stairs that led to your front door, you were beat. Physically and emotionally exhausted, and you only had the mental capacity to keep putting one foot in front of the other so you could get inside of your apartment and crash.

It was disappointing, honestly, how differently your night was supposed to have gone. Bucky had been tantalizing, and thoughts of where the night would have led filled your head right up until everything started going sideways. You shook your head to rid yourself of any more thoughts of work, fishing your keys out of your purse to push open your door.

Whatever you expected to see, this was not it. Your apartment was dark save for the candles that decorated your coffee table and kitchen counters, the calming aroma they offered hitting your senses, and you saw a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in a vase on the counter. As you slowly made your way into the apartment you closed the door behind you, the smell of something deliciously familiar filling your nose. Before you could call out to the prime suspect, Bucky stepped out of your room in one of his henleys and a new pair of soft pants. When your eyes met his, he offered you a gentle smile.

“James… what is all this?” you asked softly, battling the emotions that were threatening to come back up.

“I know this isn’t what we talked about this morning, but you had a long day, and I still wanted to do something special for you,” he admitted, his brows furrowed in concern as he continued to look at you. “I figured you hadn’t eaten, so I found that recipe you said was your favorite. I doubled the garlic like you told me last time.” You hummed in amusement and took another inhale.

“It smells amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad. I just hope it tastes as good as it smells,” he smiled softly. After a few moments he continued. “I’ve got a blanket and fresh pajamas in the dryer, and I laid out my old red henley on your bed. It should still smell like me if you- I knew you’d like that,” he grinned, seeing your reaction written very plainly across your face. You dropped your things unceremoniously on the floor where you stood, and started moving towards him. “I wanted to try and make tonight a little better than-”

Before he could finish his sentence you had flung your arms around his neck, forcing his hands to reach out and hold you steady against him, and locking your lips onto his. It only took a moment for him to catch up, his large hands running soothingly down your back while he kissed you.

When your lips parted you rested your forehead onto his, which he reciprocated in earnest, his strong hold on you never faltering. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me,” you gushed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his when they kept bumping.

“Really? A home cooked meal and fresh linens? The bar is kind of low, don’t ‘ya think?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as you tucked into the crook of his neck.

“Joke all you want, but I’m serious. This is… it’s wonderful, Buck.” He pressed light kisses to the top of your head as he cradled you into him, and you melted into his arms, basking in his gentle affection. He was warm and cozy, strong and sturdy, and you could hear that big heart of his beating soundly in his chest.

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, sugar,” he mused, and you could hear the handsome smile on his face. “I’ve got something else for you after dinner.”

“What more could you possibly have planned?”

“You’re gonna have to stay up and see.”

…

He should have thought this through. Did he regret his decision? Absolutely not. Could he have put half a second more thought into it? Most definitely.

Dinner had gone over like a dream; you sauntered out of your room bundled up in warm pajamas with a blanket around your shoulders, sunk into couch cushions as he got you a serving, and looked close to orgasmic when the first bite had passed your lips. Afterwards he’d insisted on carrying you into the bedroom for the last part of his surprise, the blanket having been cast aside to expose your choice in pajamas; his red henley, and a pair of nonexistent sleep shorts. He hadn’t realized quite how small they were when he’d thrown them in the dryer. Which led him to his current predicament.

You were laid out on your stomach with the covers pulled back like he’d instructed, looking like a goddamn dream, while he was supposed to be helping you wind down from the day. How exactly he thought he’d be able to give you a back massage he had no idea, because he hadn’t accounted for the human error in the equation, in this case being the semi hard-on in his pants.

Bucky approached the bed, watching you shift as the mattress dipped underneath him, careful not to jostle you too much. Acting on instinct, he braced himself over you with one hand on either side of your waist, leaning down to place chaste kisses below your ear.

You smiled as the sensation tickled your sensitive skin, but you didn’t shy away as he spoke. “You look cute in my shirt. Do me a favor?” You hummed in response, eyes closed as you relaxed into the bed. “Don’t give it back to me.”

“Why, don’t like this one anymore?” You giggled, feigning innocence.

“I’ve been trying to give it to you for a while now, you keep washing it and giving it back,” he grumbled, playing along with your game. There was half a second where his judgment clouded, allowing him a soft nip to your earlobe before whispering in your ear. “Kinda missing the point of stealin your man’s clothes, babygirl.”

You shivered underneath him. Shivered. He was gonna hang onto that for another time. Right now it was about you, about making you feel better.

Which meant that when he sat up to get to work, he stayed on his side of the bed to avoid you feeling him slot between your-

Head out of the gutter, Barnes.

He started at your lower back, digging his thumbs into your tired muscles and working away the tension. You made clear signs or relief as he worked, turning to putty beneath his hands in an instant.

“You wanna talk about what happened at work today?” He tried gently, nothing but sweetness in his voice.

You shook your head as much as you could while pressed into the pillows. “Not tonight.” Something must have really shaken you today, you always spilled your guts to him when you got home, for better or for worse. “I just want to be here with you right now, we can talk about it another day.”

“You’ve got me,” he assured you. “My complete, undivided attention.” There was a pleased sound that came from you, and then a pause for a few moments while he waited for you to initiate the conversation. Or the silence, whichever suited you best.

“I was thinking, about your birthday…” you started hesitantly, and he could only imagine what might be coming next as you braced for his response. “What if we go to New York?”

He hadn’t been expecting that one.

“Yeah?” he asked, his hands stopping momentarily as he gave his promised undivided focus. “What do you want to do up there?”

“Not sure, really. But I was thinking, Brooklyn boy, it might be nice for you to show me around your old stomping ground?” You shrugged, in a way that he knew meant you were trying to keep it casual and low level, when you were actually bursting at the seams with a much stronger emotion.

“I have a feeling my neck of the woods has changed quite a bit since I left,” he reminded you with a chuckle. “I don’t know how good of a tour guide I’d be.”

“It might be nice to see what’s changed? Your birthday is on Sunday. We could take a weekend and go explore, see what’s new and what’s still there… I don’t know, I just thought it might be fun.” There it was again; this shrug meant that you really, really, really wanted to get him up to Brooklyn. He’d be the first to admit it was a tempting offer… and he’d never been good at being able to tell you ‘no.’

“Sounds like a plan.” You wiggled excitedly underneath him, remembering to settle back to a still position when his hands resumed their work.

By the time his hands had traveled up to your shoulders, he was convinced you were only halfway conscious. He took advantage of his stealthy skill set, making almost no difference when he eased off of the mattress to get up and turn out the lamp on your nightstand. He pulled the covers back up around you, and ever so gently sliding himself back into bed. You only stirred when he leaned over to press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, instinctively seeking him out for more.

“G’night Buck…” you drawled, and he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face. He pulled you a little closer, wrapped his arms around you right, and felt peace wash over him as you snuggled closer fast asleep.

“Good night, peach.”

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captainpains · 3 years ago

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Medic! (Kix x reader)

Happy (late) May the 4th! There will be a part two to this (eventually).

Warnings: gn! reader, Mentions of Alcohol and vomiting, mutual pining, fluffy, kisses on the cheek.

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Maybe leaving work early was a bad idea.

Maybe going out with friends when you have work in the morning was a bad idea.

Maybe getting plastered at 79's was a bad idea.

You leaned over and emptied your stomach into the toilet. Your friends were all still partying while you were hurling your guts out. It was miserable and embarrassing. You knew you were a lightweight but it seemed worse this time. The room was spinning and you were tired. Tired of all the noise. Tired of all the flashing lights.

You rested your head on your arm, trying to steady your breath. Your stomach was turning and the thump of the bass matched the thumping of your head. You took a deep breath. Then before throwing up again, you heard the door of the refresher open.

"Are you okay?!?!"

There was genuine surprise in the voice behind you as you vomited. You lifted you head up when you finished and looked back to see a clone. He was wearing familiar blue painted armour, a medic symbol on his paladin. Kix. You knew him. Worked with him sometimes when it came to keeping the field medics up to date with medical protocol. Kix was a good medic, perhaps slightly more blunt than needed, but a good medic nonetheless. He was also pretty and his bluntness made him funny at times. You propped your head on your hand and gave a slow, lackadaisical shake of your head.

"Alright, are you here with anyone? Can anyone take you home?"

You shook your head without thinking. You were here with people, however, looking back on it, all of them probably weren't in any condition to take you back to base.

"Alright, come on. Let's get you outta here," he gently grabbed you and helped you stand. Most of your weight was on him.

As you exited the refresher, Kix was stopped by one of his brothers, another clone with blue armour. You couldn't hear what they were saying over the deafening sound of the music. You leaned into Kix more to steady yourself as your headache worsened. The other clone frowned.

Kix was careful to not agitate you as he moved you to stand more comfortably. The other clone made some sort of waving motion with his hand before patting Kix on the back.

You slowly made your way outside with stumbling steps. Kix was ever cautious, ensuring that you wouldn't fall when he hailed a taxi. You looked up at him, smiling sillily while you stared at his pretty face.

"Alright, watch your step," he warned as he helped you into the back of a taxi.

When you sat down, you rested your head against the window for support as Kix climbed into the taxi next to you. The speeder took off the moment you were both seated, the neon lights of Courasant zipping by. You didn't notice it then, but Kix was looking at you from the other side of the taxi. Studying you. He told himself it was to make sure you were ok, but in reality he was just taking in your presence. He had always liked you. The patience you showed when teaching and the confident movement of your hands as you worked. Wit was one of your main skills. It broke the tension in the room when you cracked a dirty joke about the unfortunate name of a disease. You where comfortable to be around, it was why so many loved to be treated by you. You were human and you treated everyone else the same way, even the clones.

When you arrived at base, Kix was careful to help you out of the speeder before paying the driver.

"I'll p'y youb'ck," you muttered.

"No, no you won't. You don't owe me anything. Besides, that's money I got from beating Fives at Sabac; there's plenty more where that came from," he explained, grabbing your arm and throwing it around his shoulders.

He struggled to lead you to your quarters for a few moments before giving up and just picking you up. A small voice in the back of his head whispered that he'd done it for his own enjoyment, getting the chance to hold you in such a way. Kix ignored it, instead focusing on taking sure steps to ensure you were comfortable as he walked through the baren halls.

He made it to your room, imputing the code you'd given him along time ago. Given so that he could come and ask you questions after your office hours. It was so intimate that his heart jumped to his throat when it's happened. Only to steel his resolve by reminding himself that it was only a practical arrangement.

"I'm gonna lay you down now," Kix gently moved you to your bed.

"Th'nkyou," you muttered quietly, snuggling into the pad of your bunk.

Kix let you go and went to your attached refresher. You had a cup on the counter, most nattie officers did. He filled it with water and went back to your room. He placed the cup next to your bed. Then, he gently removed the shows from your feet, placing them on the floor.

"Get some rest. You have an long day tomorrow," Kix told you. Before he could turn around to leave, you grasped his arm to keep him from moving. He turned around about to question what you were doing, when you leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank y'u, Kix," you mumbled before you slipped back down against your bunk.

Kix was stunned. He placed his hand on the cheek you kissed. His skin burned with a blush. He quickly left the room, wondering how he'll face you in the morning.

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buckybarnesdiaries · 4 years ago

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white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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In the Tent, Under His Arms (Eyeless Jack X F!Reader)

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: literally just smut, knotted dick, breeding kink kinda?, possessive, I feel like EJ is his own warning, dubcon, rough, degrading(?), slight praise, if you are a minor DNI]

[AN: this thing is 8K words so have fun. Ngl, I had a lot of inspiration from the Wolf Man from Darkwood, so like,,,,,, that's gonna show up here as influence srry. ily <3]

To say you are nervous as you traverse the woods was an understatement. You could hardly breathe as you quietly stepped through the darkness that curtained the forest around you. Small little mushrooms and pieces of paper dotted your way as you continued to shine your flashlight at the deer path before you. Branches seemed to spring out from tree trunks in the blink of an eye scratched at your clothes as you pushed yourself forward. Every little sound that didn’t emit from you set you on edge.

How the hell did you even get here? You woke up on the floor of a rundown house. Cold tile had been your mattress as you slowly found your bearings. A quick glance around the darkened room showed a barren room, its walls littered with papers worried about a tall man in the woods. The only warnings were to watch out for him, fear him and not get caught by him lest you be taken. But you were still confused, scared and unsure.

Instead, you found yourself doing the only thing you could really think of. Securing your safety. This went on for a week without a hitch (save for the odd faces that peered into the windows every now and then) until one fateful morning where you were greeted by the only sentient living being that wished to talk to you since… Well… Since before you ended up here.

You had taken up refuge in a closet for the night and after stretching, headed to the kitchen to make something when you were rudely greeted to a… man?

Leaning against your counter drinking some coffee he’s already brewed.

You were about to rush back to your closet and pick up your blade when the man lowly chuckled.

A deep silence fell between the two of you as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. From the silence came low, rumbling, almost animalistic breathing.

It was then that you finally got a clear view of who was leaning in your kitchen. You grounded yourself in the doorway, not budging as the man slowly sipped from the coffee mug. You took notice of what he was wearing as he did so - a big, dark blue hoodie, and on top of that, a big, brown jacket. He had worn blue jeans. Steel toe boots.

The most unsettling parts of it all?

He had ashy, grey skin. From his profile, you could see shark-like teeth, grinning at you like a wolf.

“It’s really rude to stare, sweetheart,” the grey skinned man interrupted before taking another languid sip. “Have some coffee. I went outta my way to get it for you,” he finished before you could even begin to register what he was saying.

You awkwardly looked off to the side as words failed to build in your mouth. However, your mind continued to race with thoughts.

The grey skinned man verbally rolled his eyes with a huff before placing his mug down. Then, he quickly turned himself around and opened up one of the cabinets, fished for a mug, settled on a slightly chipped white one, inspected it, then placed it on the counter beside his. His clawed hand reached for the pot of coffee and grasped it before pouring the pleasantly warm and aromatic liquid into the slight chipped mug.

“Here,” he hummed as he held out the mug to the still frozen in place you. “Before it gets cold.”

You felt immediate disgust but hit it from your face as you cautiously stepped forward.

Sighing deeply, he closed the space between the two of you by taking confident steps forward.

On instinct, you held your hands out and took the mug.

He smiled in approval before leaning back on the counter to drink from his mug. “Sorry about the lack of sugar and creamer,” he said in passing as he watched you take a slow, shy sip. “You’ve seen the state of things out there, haven’t you? Can’t find shit even if I tried.”

Upon deeming the drink not poisonous and not harmful to your wellbeing, you felt more at ease and took more confident sips. “Who are you?” You asked, effectively breaking the semi-comfortable silence.

“A medic in some circles, a trader in others,” he began, flashing his rows of pearly white sharp teeth. “Call me Jack.” His gaze then lowered, eyes still obscured by his hood. “And what about you, sweetheart? How did you find yourself in this wicked place?”

You shifted uncomfortably before leaning in the doorway and taking another sip from the mug. “I don’t know,” you muttered. “I woke up here,” you gestured to the cold, checkered tile the two of you were currently standing on, “and got to work,” you finished. Your eyes remained trained on the floor. You remembered the first few days you were here - how awkward and strange they were. The feelings of confusion and anger. Stumbling around in the dark.

Jack nodded thoughtfully at your words before he finished his mug in one big gulp. He then smirked at you, the corners of his lip tilting upwards before he began stalking towards you.

Instinctively, you backed up, ready to defend yourself.

Jack chuckled under his breath. He smelled of wet soil and pine. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said as he stopped just an arm’s distance in front of you. He looked down at you, his eyes still observed by the darkness as you struggled to see what he looked like. His clawed hand suddenly reached out, and you flinched. He grinned, and took his lifted hand to hold your chin before slowly tilting your gaze upwards to meet his in full. “Let me get a good look at those pretty eyes,” he murmured.

And that when you saw his, or rather, the lack of. Just empty caverns. Dark, soulless, but they looked at you with such hunger.

Jack watched your pretty eyes flutter, mostly in nervousness before he leaned down. His sockets bore into you. His other hand left his coat pocket to your face, clawed came closer and closer to your eyes making you scrunch your nose. “Find me in the burnt clearing. I’ll be waiting for you.” His index finger came up to the bridge of your nose and slid down it. He chuckled at your confused expression before he tapped your nose.

When you reopened your eyes, he was gone.

You spent a few days wondering if you should go or if it was a trap. There was really no one to ask and the faces that peered into your window didn’t seem to give an answer one way or another. Your gut, however, kept telling you it was a bad idea.

That was what you were sticking with: it’s a bad idea, you shouldn’t go.

So, why were you stumbling through the woods near sundown looking for him? It was stupid, you thought, that you could be walking into your death. You quickly slashed through the brambles until you made your way to a small clearing. A light shined in the short distance when it wasn’t obscured by rapidly growing branches. A quick glance down at your map showed that this was the eyeless man’s camp.

Your fingers tightened around your blade as you left the heavy foliage to inspect the camp. There was a sizable tent followed by various crates strewn about. In the center was a fire pit and across from it was a worn down green couch. How did that even get in here?

You carefully came closer to the roaring fire with timid steps while trying to calm down your breathing. A quick glance around and there was nothing but silence to accompany you as the sun sunk further and further down the horizon. You let your guard drop for just a moment before prickling back to attention. A presence behind you made you swivel, lurch and raise your blade faster than what you were capable of.

“Took you long enough. You do know that it’s rude to keep people waiting, don’t you?” Jack states with a small frown before bursting into a fit of laughter at the sound of your still drumming heart. “What has you so nervous?” He questions, eyeing you like you are nothing but a piece of meat.

“This is your camp?” You say, more out of observation than waiting for affirmation.

“It is,” Jack hums. “Good to see you made it. I’ve seen some proxies barely make it here by the skin of their teeth,” he continues as he sits down by the fire.

“What?” You ask as you quirk up an eyebrow.

Jack picks up his back to rest between his knees and rummage through it before beckoning you over to sit next to him.

You cautiously sit next to him on another crate. You avert your attention from him back to the fire.

“Proxies are servants of this tall guy,” Jack explains after ensuring you took your seat. “They run these woods essentially, but they never come to my neck in fear of the things that exist past what is safe,” he grins slightly, still rummaging in the bag. “Out here, it’s just me and the things who lurk.”

“The things that lurk?” You whisper in a questioning tone.

Jack nods again and pulls out a little journal. He begins to thumb through it as he continues to explain to you. “Things known as the Rake, the notdeer, the proxies that succumb to their sickness early, y’know, the things that kill.” He finally finds what he’s looking for.

You turn your attention to the journal and see he’s amassed a collection of polaroid photographs of the things that lurk.

“See? These are some proxies,” he hands the book to you and points at the pictures. “And here is one of the things that lurk.” His clawed finger shows you what used to be a proxy, their body torn to shreds, organs hanging everywhere, and in the center, what you can describe as a monster hungrily devouring their flesh. “I have a lot of good shit out here, and most of them never make it past this guy.”

You shiver slightly and Jack furrows his brows for just a moment.

“Sorry,” he apologizes for a moment before briefly taking the book from you. “Anyways, very few people make it out of the woods unless you’re a proxy or me. We used to make it out a lot easier but there was this one guy, ugly fucker,” he hisses. “That left the woods after burning down the trees to the main road - one of our crossing points. The trees grew back so fast after the tall guy’s wrath and now we’re all stuck here as a result. That ugly fucker? He disa-fucking-peared.” Jack growls deeply as he says it, clearly not happy with the memory.

“I’m… Sorry,” you apologize awkwardly.

Jack shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?” He hums. “Anyways, flip a few pages and you’ll see the ugly fucker’s hovel before he left.” He pointed to the picture of a house similar to the one you were staying in.

Small world?

You studied the man who stood in the picture. He wasn’t that ugly in your opinion.

Jack then shows you other photos, places, effigies, proxies and one of a brilliant mansion. Apparently, you need to stay away from that place at all costs. There’s also pictures of him and other people, some of them you recognize from your time on earth? Is that right? Are you still on earth?

Jack explains a bit more to you. Mostly about this place. It’s like a pocket. Somehow, you were taken and brought here for a reason. Jack suspects it’s because the tall man, also known as the Slender Man, wants to make you a proxy.

“You’ll lose your humanity that way,” he tsks. “And that’s why I called you here. Not for pictures and conversation,” the warmth that was in his tone over reminiscing over things and learning about others is gone.

You notice it almost instantly. You watch as his posture changes and so too do his facial features. You know he means business now.

“I know you’re looking for a way out,” he begins. “I can help you with that.” Jack notices your eyes light up for the first time in well… It’s the first time he’d seen you look so hopeful.

“What’s the catch?” You ask as you slowly lean away from him.

Before Jack could say anything, a shriek was heard off in the distance. Jack’s face twinkled with excitement for a second before he nodded his head over to his tent.

It caught you off guard and sent your heart racing before yet another shriek emitted from the dark forest around the two of you.

“It’s dark,” Jack says as his gaze goes back over to his tent again. “Stay here for the night. Those things out there don’t really fuck with me,” he muses. When you don't answer, he stands up. “Unless you wanna try your luck out there, sweetheart. By all means…” He trails off as he slowly begins walking over to his tent.

You swallow your pride and stand up much too fast and catch pace with him.

Jack lets out an amused chuckle as he opens the flaps to the tend and allows you entrance.

You were immediately shrouded in the scent of petrichor and wild flowers. Surprisingly, it didn’t smell near as rough as you had originally expected. You felt a tad awkward standing in his tent as he zipped it up.

“You can sit down,” he says as he ensures the flaps were shut properly.

You nod more to yourself than anyone else and take a few more steps inside. It was tall enough that you could stand without brushing your head on the roof. On the floor interspersed with grass were carpets. It looked like a nest was in the near middle? Tons of blankets and two twin sized mattresses laid side by side were on the ground.

You glance around and see a small little desk, some writing supplies, just normal home stuff. Why was Jack living out here? There were tons of vacant houses.

Instead, you brush the thought off and settle on sitting timidly at the end of one of the blanket covered mattresses.

“Good choice,” Jack says as he procures from his pocket a box of matches. Then, he reaches over on the little desk for a kerosene lamp. After lighting it, the dimness of the tent became something actually visible. He checks his watch as he slowly makes his way to the other mattress.

“What time is it?” You ask as you struggle to get comfortable on the mattress.

“Surprisingly? Nearing midnight,” he answers. Jack stretches slightly before plopping down entirely. “Get some sleep, yeah? Tomorrow morning, we’ll set out to do what I ask,” Jack subtly demands. He props his elbows up on his knees and watches from the corner of his gaze as you shift awkwardly.

You felt strange laying down on the mattress, but did so anyway. It doesn’t seem Jack cared very much that your shoes were still on. You move your body slightly to find comfort on the mattress while Jack continues to eye you from the corner of his vision.

He takes note of your form, how delicious you look. How he can take you right now.

But he saw your eyelids grow heavy. Within moments, you were on the verge of passing out.

Jack relents softly. He knows she wants your full attention while he ruts into you making you cry out to gods that don’t want to hear you. He sees you begin to fade in and out of consciousness. Luckily for him, he does have some business to attend to, and those creatures didn’t ever get too close to his camp.

They wouldn’t touch you, not with his scent bathed all over you.

One of the last things you heard before Jack left to attend to other matters was a compliment. You barely heard it, and it would have shocked you right awake if your body wasn’t on the verge of shutting down.

“You look so pretty right now, Sweetheart. Beautiful, even.”

It wasn’t until 3am that Jack finally returned. You were fast asleep when he finally resented the tent, but he could smell you all the way from where his important matters laid. His nose guided him back to you. And funnily enough, it brought him back to you about a week ago as well.

Jack hadn’t smelled a fertile woman in a very long time. Well, since this whole mess came upon the Slender Man’s woods, really. He spied on you the first few days you were here. You weren’t as ready for him then, must’ve just been leading up to it. When he popped into your kitchen, it was because you were getting so close to your peak. The smell was overwhelming, sweet, and tender. Intoxicating. Like fresh peaches and the tangiest of strawberry pie. Lucky for him? You came to him at your peak.

Jack ressecure the flaps of the tend before his vision that saw all too well in the darkness his beauty that rests on the mattress he knew you’d choose. Your face and other gestures were gently lit up by the almost extinguished kerosene lamp’s flame. It drove him wild to see you breathe so peacefully.

Your chest rose every so slightly and he could have sworn he caught the outline of your nipples if it wasn’t for that stupiud bra you had on instead.

Jack licked his lips as he quietly drew himself closer to you. He couldn’t stop himself from crawling on top, quietly and slowly, so as to not wake you. One of his knees gently pried apart your legs, and then he took in your scent. You smelled of something not from the woods. You smelled of fresh vanilla and dark roast coffee. Of strawberry pound cake. Of good things.

Jack leans down and takes in your scent near the base of your neck, inhales deeply, then buries his nose in your hair. You smell divine, possibly even better than… Well, it’s best not to say. His hand picks itself up off the mattress to gently and gingerly brush near your hairline. Sily. Pretty. He then places it on your stomach and lightly presses, trailing his claws along your abdomen to your side. You are so soft. So delicate.

The moment his clawed fingertips touch your side and begin trailing down, you wake up.

Your eyes fly open and you almost let out a scream at seeing how this strange man is looming over you. Your mouth opens, but his hand quickly leaves your side to smother you. You breathe heavily against his palm, your eyes wide and with fear. You struggle against him.

“Shhh, he hushes as his hand presses a little firmer on your mouth. “Calm down.” His voice was low as his knee dug further into the mattress, just below the place he wanted most.

You continue to struggle against him, fighting against his planted hand while his other hand presses down on your hips.

“You promise not to scream?” Jack deadpans in a low tone with an edge that cuts you to your core. He sees tears welling in your eyes, and he knows you’re telling the truth. Slowly, he peels his hand back, watching as you keep true to your word.

You take in deep breaths to help self regulate. “What the fuck?” You seethe. Your arms, which have been pawing wildly at his chest, relax only slightly when his clawed hands catch your wrist in a vice grip.

“Easy,” he murmurs, only loosening his grip when he’s sure you won’t fight him any further. His head dips so his empty caverns can peer right through yours in the dim light.

One look and you know what he wants. Horor and something else - something wanton - pass across your face, making Jack laugh.

“I said I wasn’t gonna hurt you,” he hums, his clawed index finger trailing your cheek.

Before you can say anything else, Jack’s hand leaves your hips and grabs your face. With a wicked grin, he licks his teeth, then leans down and licks your face.

You contort to digits as he does so. He smells of iron.

“Why are you doing this?” You growl as his tongue leaves your cheek to your chin, slowly making his way to your neck. “I can leave if that’s-”

“No,” Jack growls. “You won’t leave,” he states before gently nipping at the soft flesh on your neck. “You smell so good,” he murmurs before taking another languid lick at your neck.”I’m going to make you mine,” With that, he entirely retracted his form from yours to look down at you.

Of course, you fight him. Your thighs grip around his upper leg that still rests between your knees and you almost maange to flip the two of you over. But he was much bigger and much stronger than you could manage. With a deep laugh, he grips your wrists tighter above your head and squeezes to let you know who is in charge. With his free hand, he reaches into his back pocket and gets the zip ties.

How the fuck did he get zip ties?

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you hiss as he dangles them in front of your eyes.

“I just can’t trust you right now,” Jack tsks in the tone of a pouting child. The black zip ties feel awful against your wrists (they also feel good) - and he’d secured them so tightly. He playfully watches you attempt to break free from them, and when it proves futile, he laughs. Jack then allows his hands to take free roam of your body while you begin to protest him less and less. “I know you don’t have any spare clothes,” he hums thoughtfully before his fingers waltz down to the hem of your shirt. “Luckily, I have some left over. You won’t be needing any of this,” he cackles as his sharp claws make waste of the fabric.

You feel yourself growing weaker and weaker under his grasp but still curse at him more than what you deem possible. Jack seemed to eat up your insults. “You’re fucking sick,” you spit as he eyes your bra hungrily. “A sick fucking pervert.”

“You stayed the night, Sweetheart,” Jack grins wickedly. “I’m only taking claim of what’s now mine,” he says before delicately tracing the cups of your bra. He likes the design. Dark blue with light colored polka dots. An interesting choice. Without wasting any more time, his claws cut through the fabric too - no use in unclasping while your hands are bound. “How beautiful,” he giggles. “How lovely. I could hardly tell when you were using those bags you call clothes,” he teases, making your knees clamp around his knee once more, making Jack break again and laugh.

You bite your tongue and try to avert your gaze from him, not wanting him to see that you’re flushed due to the intimacy and that your body and you yourself are growing keen to the situation you have found yourself in. “This is…”

“C’mon,” Jack breathes out as his fingers trail up your smooth flesh to your breasts. “You must’ve known something was up. A man doesn’t just ask a woman to stay the night. He’s got one thing on his mind if she isn’t family or a friend: he wants to fuck her.”

The harshness and pure lust that dripped from his tongue made your face heat up in response. Your gaze darts and bounces around before you finally settle on his hands that are now fondling your chest.

Jack’s hands travel to your pants. He takes in your scent again. You are intoxicating, so intoxicating.

“You’re gonna have to work for it,” you manage to hiss out, legs still clamped around his knee.

Jack’s expression falls. “You’re not in charge, I am.” And with that, he rips through your pants, leaving you naked before him.

You shiver slightly in response to the cool air, and of course, Jack has to see that and make note of it as well.

“Awh,” he coos as his nose gets closer and closer to your heat. “Are you cold? Do you want me to warm you up?” He murmurs in a sickening lust filled tone.

“You bastard-” you’re barely able to breathe out before you’re cut off by Jack dragging the flat of his long, black tongue from the bottom to the top, taking great joy in the arousal that was already present.

“What a naughty, naughty girl,” he teases before dragging his tongue again. “Already soaking,” he compliments. His thumb, careful of the sharpened claw, travels to your clit and begins to slowly massage it. He feels your legs shift. Jack hums as he does to, hsi tongue only playing with your lips. He was going to make you suffer before he stuffs you completely.

His teeth nip you every now and then, just to remind you who was really in charge as his tongue and lips press kisses to your lower lips. He doesn’t dare dip into your heat despite wanting to taste you in full.

You write in his grasp, trying to hold back any and all sounds of pleasure. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he’s doing to you.

It’s a shame really, he could make you see stars if only you’d let him.

He must have gone near half an hour with his head between your legs, still fully dressed. He was a man of great patience, and he’d been edging you for much longer and harder than he should have. He could see frustration dotting your face when he finally came back up to look at you.

You look a little more flushed than he remembers. It’s probably all the heat rushing to your face. He notices your hands are quite restless too, that and being tied up couldn’t be the most comfortable thing in the world.

“You look upset, why?” He asks before sucking on your clit. When you struggle to say anything, his teeth graze you ever so slightly. “Use your words, please,” he hums much like an authority figure would.

“Tongue fuck me,” you mumble in embarrassment, eyes darting anywhere but at Jack who is still nestled securely between your legs. You watch as Jack’s ears perk up.

“Say that again,” he prompts, his fingers taking over his tongue on your clit.

“Please,” you say softly “Tongue fuck me and please untie me.”

A sly grin crosses onto Jack’s face alongside yet another chuckle. He momentarily leaves your legs and crawls back up to be face to face with you. His index finger reaches up and his claw slashes through the zip ties.

You freely move your wrists, getting used to your newfound freedom.

“It’s only because you asked nicely,” Jack coos as his sockets bore into your eyes. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, pleasantly surprised that you don’t fight him like before. He then crawls back down your body to rest in between your legs, his clawed fingers parting your lower lips slightly before he dives his tongue in. He takes great joy in how you write beneath him as your thighs press harder against the side of his head.

He buries his tongue inside of you and curls it in places no human could ever reach. He has you seeing stars.

You buck your hips quite a few times and Jack’s hand reluctantly leaves your thighs to push your hips back down. As he tongue fucks you closer and closer to release, you become a little harder to control. He enjoys it though.

Jack hums absentmindedly as he does so, relishing in your taste. You are soaking wet and so, so close. All he has to do is push you off the edge.

He slithers his tongue out of you before rubbing your clit with his thumb, allowing you to take your mind off your pussy and to the assault your clit before your mind goes white hot in pleasure. Jack’s tongue darts so fast into your pussy that you almost yelp in response as he thrusts it back in and out, still humming like it was no big deal.

Your back arches and that’s all Jack needs to know to see you’re just about to cum. A few more rough flicks of his tongue and you’re creaming onto his face. Your hands grip the nest’s bedsheets and various blankets as he continues to carefully tongue fuck you through your orgasm. He grins as he laps up your sweetness, teasing you under his breath about the effect he has on you.

But he’s not done with you, not by a long shot.

You look up hazily while panting deeply as Jack’s tongue slowly leaves your pussy. The flat of his tongue slowly swipes up from bottom to top which makes you giggle, and he smiles against your skin. From there, he begins working on undoing his belt.

“Here,” you murmur softly, his ears once again perking up to catch your words.

“Hm? He hums in response as he cocks his head to the side, watching as you slowly sit up and stretch before your hands gently press onto his chest. You push off his dark brown coat and then trail down to his belt.

Your hands are soft and gentle as you work on freeing him, and within moments, you are tossing his belt to the side and unzipping him. You can see the tent in Jack’s pants, and you can already feel how delicious he’s going to feel inside of you.

Jack nods for you to lay back down when you shake your head ‘no.’ Interesting. Instead, your hands unzip him and you reach for his cock. Your eyes pop as you touch it - he was hot, much hotter than any man you’d previously been with.

“Come on, don’t keep me waiting,” Jack teases.

You roll your eyes playfully before finally fishing him from his pants, guiding him out with anticipation. You look up at him the entire time you do so, lust clouding your vision and burning through your soul as you do so, almost unaware of the monster you hold in your hands. When you finally look down, you feel heat rise to your face once more.

Jack smirks in response and tangles his fingers near your scalp, brushing you ever so slightly. He guides your lips down to meet the giant. He was big. No denying it. Had to be near nine inches, thich, veiny, with a girthy know he couldn’t wait to stuff inside of you.

You didn’t fight against him. Instead, you eagerly awaited him for your mouth.

Your lips are soft as they press the lightest of kisses to his tip. And just like that, you’re dragging the length of your tongue up and down his cock and listening to him growl in anticipation. When you know you’ve got him where you want him, you take him in your mouth.

Jack’s claws keep steady in your hair as you bob your head. Your lips couldn’t reach his know, and to be completely fair, he wasn’t expecting you to be able to take all of him orally, but he loves what you can do. Your tongue swirls around his tip and shaft every time you come back up, and when Jack was acting up? You graze your teeth against him.

Before he knows it, you are looking up at him with the sweetest gaze, giving him your permission for him to use you. Jack passes you a look of affection before his other hand reaches up to caress your cheek, moaning out deeply as your tongue swirls on his tip, trying to coax his cum out.

Without any particular warning, he pushes your head down and brings you back up before working into face fucking you.

Your face goes dark as he uses you, making breathing damn near impossible. He begins muttering in some language you don’t know - they sound like praises - but he’s coming closer and closer to his edge.

In a mix of English and whatever language he was mumbling in, you can feel his praises get filthier and filthier. Though, Jack doesn’t want to finish in your mouth. Not this time.

“Back down, I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs deeply while looking at you with lust and… something you can’t quite name. It wasn’t animalistic, that’s for sure.

Jack expects for you to lay back and spread your legs for him but instead, he watches as you maneuver on all fours. Your face is burying into the blankets and your ass is just shy of his waist level despite you pushing up towards him.

You glance back at him and roll your eyes playfully before swaying your hips, attempting to entice him further.

Jack sees the slickness of your cunt and without any hesitation, takes your waist into his clawed hands and begins rubbing his cock with your slick. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs as he continues to rub his cock with your juices. “I’m going to destroy you.” And then he slips into that language you just can’t understand. “I’m going to knot you and you won’t be able to look at another man without begging for me to fill you up,” he says as his fingers lightly part your lips that were so tightly pressed together as he lines up with you.

Before he does so, he begins to shrug off his hoodie.

“Stop teasing me,” you say in a teasing tone, making Jack pause from taking off the rest of his clothes.

Jack verbally rolls his eyes before taking his hand out from under his hoodie before gripping your waist again. Without any warning, Jack shoves himself into your roughly, hilting himself to his knot before resting there and taking off the hoodie.

Your eyes roll up slightly as he thrust inside of you. The thickness he had wasn’t anything you were used to, and he stretched you open with absolutely no lead up and it made you see stars again.

“I can feel your wet cunt,” he says in passing as he throws his hoodie up and over his head. “Squeeze around me while you wait for me to fuck you,” he chuckles with a devilish grin. He feels your body’s eagerness for him to fuck you, and like such a good girl, you squeeze his cock making him breathe out with a smile. He feels you pulsing, he feels you growing hundred with the need the longer he stays dormant inside of you.

He sighs in ecstasy as he begins to slowly move himself out of you. When it was just the tip, he roughly slid back in, still refusing to knot. His ears twitch at the sound of you gasping for air as he really begins to fuck you. “And here you were calling me a pervert,” he muses as he begins to thrust into you with deep, long strokes, adoring the sounds that pour from your mouth. “But you like fucking me huh? You like it, you goddamn slut. You like being fucked by something that is no longer human,” he continues in that same dead language, nails digging into your soft flesh. “You’re gonna milk my cock and then you’re gonna do it again in the morning.”

Your eyebrows furrow, mouth slightly open, hair bouncing slightly with every thrust. Your face is so heated in response. This is something you know you shouldn’t be doing, but fuck was it good at keeping you around and interested.

As one of his clawed hands undug itself from your flesh to slide down your hip and caress your abdomen, his claws trace your skin and press into your clit once more. He thumbs you and leans over you as he does so, his other hand propping next to your head as he engulfs you with his size. He’s pounding into you now, still refusing to know. His tongue lazily swipes at your shoulder as his hips thrust into you at a damn near inhuman speed and strength, making you mumble incoherencies.

Your moans are music to his ears.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you feel like you can’t anymore, and I’m gonna fuck you until I’m the only man you’ll ever fucking think about,” he roughly sneers into your ears as he continues to pound his hips against you. “I’m going to fuck you until you tell me to stop, and even then? I might not stop.” He breathes deeply into your ear, his tongue tracing the shell as you pathetically move in tandem with him, his fingers digging into your clit and swirling.

He’s trying to get you to cum again.

You are trembling beneath him as his hips shatter you. You can feel his knot greet your lips, but still refuse to enter as Jack growls deeply into your ear. Your legs clamp together as his hand roughly fingers your pearl.

He’s so intoxicating, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

“Cum on my cock,” he hisses harshly, still fucking you to orgasm.

And just like that, he got his wish.

You squeeze shut your beautiful eyes before tightening your thighs together. An immediate waterfall gushes from between your legs, filling the air with something sweet and slightly bitter.

Jack laughs as he pulls out from your pussy, watching as the liquids continue to gush out. “What a cutie,” he teases as he lovingly licks your cheek. “Turn over. I wanna see your face when I knot you,” he grins, nodding for you to lay back on the side of the twin mattresses that was not turned into an ocean.

On hellied legs, you slowly wobble and hum as his finger traces your slit before falling back to the side of the mattresses that isn’t soaked. Your eyes meet his gaze and you slowly spread your legs as he looms over you. You catalog everything about him. In your eyes, he looks so animalistic, and so human all at the same time.

Without his jacket or his hoodie, you’re able to see the scars that decorate his body. He’s so dark, and the cuts and jagged lines that dash across his form are so light in contrast. He’s still lacking eyes - so how is it that he looks at you with such love?

That stupid smirk is looking at you again and you’re tearing your gaze off it to see the head of his cock weeping with precum.

Jack whistles down at you, his hand resting on your knee. “You knew this was coming, Sweetheart,” he hums as he leans forward, hands placing themselves on both sides of you. His grin grew as he saw your face heat up once more.

Jack feels your legs shift followed by a slight weight on his lower waist, He makes a noise of approval as your ankles lock before he glances down to where your bodies are soon going to be connected again. “Let me know if I hurt you at any point,” he whispers softly in your ear as his slightly pointed tip prods at your entrance.

You find yourself almost taken aback by his sudden kindness - he was so domineering but so soft? Your trail of thought is almost entirely derailed as he pushes his cock in and past your puffy, swollen lips as you listen to him hiss at the new angle.

It’s intimate - neither of you can deny that.

Jack watches your expressions from the corner of his gaze as he slowly begins to pump in and out of you, working you to that breakneck pace once more. He watches as your eyebrows furrow as he picks up the pace, fucking you in your entirety. He feels your legs tighten around his waist and watches as your eyebrows furrow once more and knit together in pleasure.

You begin to pant as he does so, walls pulsing deliciously around him as his hips meet yours in thick, meaty thrusts. You feel his cock slide deeper and deeper with every thrust, pushing you to new limits.

Your moans are, once again, music to his ears as he fucks you senseless. Your hands wantonly claw at his back and brush against his sensitive flesh. Swears and curses escape your lips every now and then and that makes him blush.

“You are taking me so, so well,” he harshly compliments through pants as he lowers himself onto his forearms, his hips continuously snapping forward. “It’s almost as if your cunt was made for me. I wonder if you can take my knot as well?” He mumbles as his knot kisses your bruised lips once again. “I don’t care what you say, I’m gonna make you take it.”

“Fuck!” Jack swore under his breath as your walls vice gripped him. “You’re gonna take my knot and you’re gonna like it,” he mumbles into your neck as he kisses and nips at it. He hisses again when you rake your nails across and down his back. His ears fall back in pleasure and close to his scalp as you moan louder. The sound of your pussy gobbling him up has him weak at the knees.

“You’re getting close again, aren’t you?” He questions as he nips at your neck, threatening to bite in the longer you hesitate in answering.

You’re admittedly pretty tongue tied at the moment. “I-!” You’re cut off but his hips slapping forward making you choke and gasp for air. “I am-,” you breathe out through your moans.

“Perfect,” Jack chuckles as he slowly inches his way out. He watches your face carefully as he pulls out, his gaze trained on yours as his forearms push up so he can see you better.

Confusion etches itself on your face. “What?”

“I just wanna see your face,” he answers as his tip rubs against your entrance. He licks your cheek playfully once more before slowly, and deliciously dragging his cock back in, his knot just barely meeting your lips. “This might hurt,” he murmurs gently as he picks his hips back up once more before thrusting back in, much more forcefully, his thick, large knot finally breaching your pussy.

Your eyes widen as his girthy knot pushes inside of you, your legs instinctively tightening around his hips. Your hand leaves his back to grip onto his bicep. Luckily for you, Jack doesn’t mind. You wince as he wiggles in the rest of his knot into your pussy as it swallows him whole, the entirety of his knot being buried inside of you, making it hard for you to breathe. You feel so full and stuffed!

Jack is a little surprised by how strong your grip is! He’s almost completely smitten with it when he finally looks down to see tears welling in your eyes. He can tell it’s a mixture of both paini, from being stressed immensely, and pleasure in a way only pain could bring. It’s ecstasy. Jack leans down gently and begins to kiss your tears away, careful to not pull where the two of you are connected all the while restraining himself to what he doesn’t believe is bearable.

“You feel so divine,” he murmurs livingly before licking away another tear. “Just relax, let me do the work,” he continues. He feels your lips on his and he smiles, taking that as the green light to rock into you. Unfortunately, he would not be able to completely destroy you like he did prior to knotting you simply because of the knot.

Now, Jack takes the time to be intimate. He lovingly relishes in the feeling of kissing you as he slowly and tantalizingly grinds his hips against you and lightly thrusts after every roll. It was a little difficult due to the connection, but it felt sweet. His hand went back between your legs to work your pearl as he continued to sweetly roll and thrust into you, thoroughly enjoying how your hips are shyly coming up to meet him.

“Come on,” he whispers softly through his kiss as he begins to thrust a little rougher. “Just a little more, cum on my cock again,” he urges as he breaks the kiss, licking your cheek. He’s swiping and thumbing your clit in ways that have you writhing beneath him.

Your legs tighten around his waist, urging him to press deeper inside of you.

Not one to deny a lady from what she wants, Jack backs up as far as his hips will let him and pounds back into you. He repeats the motion, making sure to roll every time he does so.

Your hands grasp at his back once more as he fucks you with reckless abandon, his name being the only thing to spill from your lips as he does so. You can’t believe he’s overloading you again, and your heart picks up in response. You kiss him once more, feeling his chapped, rough lips against your soft ones before he leaves and nips down the side of your face and back to your neck. He lightly bites down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for you to know he’s got a claim on you.

You look up at him as he mumbles in that same dead language against your skin. He’s so lost in you that it’s almost adorable. Your hand gently asks for his attention, and he gives it to you. You give him a look of nothing but lust and possibly love, and Jack’s lips are on yours again, thickly, warmly, with something deeper and much more passionate than anything you would have expected he was capable of. When he breaks away, panting, against your face, he makes you cry out in pleasure.

“I’m going to fill you,” Jack sneers through his panting, hips still thickly pounding into you. “I’m going to fill you for as long as I’m inside of you,” he mutters as his thrusts frow sloppy. Jack covers you entirely with his body as he roughly pants into your ear, so, so close to spilling.

Your walls begin to flutter around him, urging him to spill as he growls into you. You feel like you’re creaming rings around his dick, urging, no, begging him to bottom out inside of you. Your nails are leaving dark, jagged marks into the flesh of his back as he does so.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Jack finds himself going over the edge, his hips back as far as his knot will allow him before he buries himself deep, the tip pressing against your cervix as he releases himself inside of you. Hot, thick, sticky ropes of cum begin to flood into your needy cunt as lightly rocks himself inside of you, gritting his teeth as you tremble beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He continually growls out like a prayer as your fluttering walls coax more cum from him.

Your eyes roll upwards as the heat floods your cunt, making you squeeze your eyes shut and burying your face into his chest. You’re squeezing tightly around him, vice gripping him as he continues to relish in the feeling of your body holding him so tightly. You can barely think straight as his cock weeps more cum, threatening, and succeeding in filling you to your brim.

“Gods, you’re milking me,” he murmurs as he finally stops pumping you full of cum. “This… This is gonna take a while,” he says darkly in your ear.

“What?”

Jack nods down to where the two of you are still connected. “Gonna be a while.” He sighs, secures your legs to his waist, and then flips you over so you are resting on top of his chest. “Get comfortable.”

“How long..?”

“A while,” Jack awkwardly coughs. “It’s just uh, a knot thing, I guess?” He attempts to explain as you shift your hips deliciously, making him huff and his cock spurt more ropes of cum. He looks away in slight embarrassment. “You can sleep, if you want? Like I said, this is gonna be a while,” he finishes as his hand fishes around for a blanket as his other hand travels down your lower waist to finally cup your ass. He squeezes gently once he finally throws the blanket over the two of you.

“Or,” you say as you plant your hands firmly on his chest, gradually bringing yourself back up. “We can go again.”

Jack laughs. “And you called me a pervert.”

You lightly slap him and grind your hips slowly against him. “Shut up.”

#eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #nsft #creepypasta scenario #x reader #reader insert

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nerdypyrowolf · 3 years ago

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Stood Up By A Date Poly!Bowers Gang x Reader

Henry and Belch oriented (mostly Belch)

It was raining hard as I waited by the kissing bridge for my date, I checked my watch for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Five o'clock, he was only... an hour and a half late.

I let out a defeated sigh, he wasn't going to come, it was all too good to be true. A big time jock like Jared wouldn't waste his time with a nerd like me. I should have listened to the guy's warnings but I was far too into the thought of going on a date with the high school's football captain. Even if our team sucked ass.

I began the walk of shame back home in the rain, tears running down my face, my blue summer dress was soaked right down to my underwear and bra, my hair that I curled this morning was dripping wet and sticking to the sides of my face, and I could only imagine what my makeup looked like right now from the rain and tears.

Overall I felt, and most likely looked, like a drowned rat, it was probably a good thing my date didn't show up, though if he had shown up on time when we agreed to meet I could have avoided the whole soggy look.

I had walked maybe a meter away from the bridge when a familiar blue Trans-Am rolled up beside me.

"If y-you are heRE to poke fun and s-say "I told you so" then screw off g-guys." My voice cracked from crying, and I was shivering from the freezing rain that was coming down hard now.

The looks I got from the four guys all varied. Henry's face said "I told you so", but I was happy he didn't actually say it, Vic's showed pity, Patrick's had a smug grin on it, and lastly Belch's expression was full of concern and worry.

"No none of that, jus' wanna give ya a lift, and getcha outta the rain sweetheart, yer lips 'er turnin' blue." Belch said from the driver's seat.

Henry then opened his door and silently motioned me into the car and onto his lap, one of Belch's long sleeve flannels in his hand.

I climbed in and curled up in Henry's arms, silent tears falling from my eyes as he wrapped Belch's dry shirt around me.

"I'm such an idiot." I sobbed.

"I could have told you that." Patrick laughed, licking his lips as he stared at my wet legs, the water running down them from my soaked dress.

"Shut up Hockstetter." Belch hissed.

I let out a small whimper, my teeth chattering together as I tried to curl up into a ball of nothing and disappear. I wasn't very fond of Patrick, but he was friends with the other three guys so I semi tried to put up with him.

Patrick let out a huff, and sat back in his seat. I heard Vic move around in the back seat behind Henry, then saw him lean forward with another long sleeve flannel that was probably tied around his waist moments ago. He eyed Patrick then silently, and swiftly laid the gray shirt over my gooseflesh covered legs, hiding them from Patrick's hungry gaze.

I let out a quick and quiet, "thank you." Getting a small smile in return.

"You hungry?" The question came from Henry, he was looking down at me, his face void of all emotion like usual.

"A little bit." I answered, but my stomach betrayed my answer and let out a loud growl. "Okay, a lot a bit."

Belch let out a short chuckle and pulled into the parking lot to the diner.

"Uuh, maybe we should just go to my place instead." Belch said, glancing at me in concern before looking back toward the front of the diner.

"Huh? Why?" I looked up towards the diner, and now understood why he suggested that.

There in the front window was my supposed date Jared, laughing and eating with another girl. She was gorgeous looking from what I could see, long dark hair in a high ponytail, tanned skin. It was Shelby, the captain of the cheer squad, and my biggest tormenter.

"Oh." I choked out as I watched the two move in to make out with each other. Another sob wracked my body, and I turned and buried my face back into Henry's now soaked shirt.

"Get us out of here Belch." Henry commanded through gritted teeth. "Before I do something I really won't regret."

"Already on it." He put Amy in reverse and peeled out of the parking lot.

"Ugh I was totally played by him, next time I have the bight idea to go on a date with a jock, smack some sense into me or lock me in my room, even better idea, don't let me date at all, save me from the embarrassment of looking like a drowned rat, and getting stood up." I groaned, my voice muffled by Henry's shirt.

"We can lock you up in my bedroom." Patrick grinned, reaching over, and sliding his hand under the flannel around my legs reaching up my dress.

"Another request," I slapped Patrick's hand away from me, "keep him away from me."

Patrick sent me a playful pout, I returned it with a glare. Ugh he creeped me out so much.

The rest of the car ride to Belch's house was spent just listening to the sound of the rain pounding against the roof of the Trans-Am, and the radio on low volume playing rock 'n roll music.

At some point on the car ride I must have fallen asleep because before I knew it we were already at the Huggins' house hold.

I felt arms shift around me, and I groggily opened my eyes up a little bit to see that Henry had passed me over to Belch, Vic had Belch's keys in hand and went to unlock the front door.

"Mama should be home from work soon, so I'll get Y/n cleaned up before that happens." Belch said, walking towards the bathroom.

I groaned and reached up to rub the sleep, and makeup from my eyes. Belch sat me down on the toilet seat then grabbed a washcloth from the closet and ran it under warm water before coming back over to me, he kneeled down in front of me and gently wiped my face clean.

"At least yer lips ain't blue any more doll."

"I s-still feel cold." I shivered, "do you mind if I take a bath?"

"You go ahead, I'll grab ya a t-shirt and boxers to slip on while you warm up." He stood up to go grab me the said items, but before he could get very far I reached out and grabbed his wrist stopping him.

"Belch."

"Hmm"

"Thanks for today."

"Yer welcome doll."

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amoristt · 3 years ago

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Grazing the Fire | IV

well hello. here i am, four years later, once again enamored with nathan enough to finally dust this baby off and pick up where i left it. im a little rusty so bear with me this chapter! much more to come <3

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“Alright class, who can tell me,” A board stick clacks against the chalkboard. “Who can answer problem four?”

A few hands raise in the corners of your eye, but yours remains atop your desk. Eyes far away, mind in a murky haze and almost completely unaware. All you could focus on were the memories playing on repeat within the confines of your tired, tired brain. Hours ago, you were warm, you were comfortable. Safe.

Cheeks heated to a dusting blush when you remind yourself just how you had awoken that morning. At some point in the night, an angel had blessed you. Allowed you to wake up wrapped around none other than big, bad, Nathan Prescott. Your face nuzzled into his chest, broad but wiry hands pressed firmly over your shoulder and his arm slung over your waist to keep you against him. Thankfully you had been the first to wake up, blinking away the morning sun blazing through his blinds and painting the room stripes of gold. At that moment, before your headache came crashing down onto your skull, you were astounded by him.

Eye lashes brushing the top of his cheeks, his lips parted ever so slightly, chest rising and falling rhythmically. In that moment, there was no anger, no bitterness. Just a soft and peaceful slumber. It was like being the sole viewer of a magnificent painting- each stroke and detail placed just there just for you to pick out, to remember the curves and sharp edges down to the very foundation. From his unkempt hair down to the way his hand flattened onto the mattress where your indent still lived. Nathan was so beautiful like this.

For a long time you stayed there. It was as though you were afraid to move- you couldn’t bear to disturb him. You had wondered, if he was always like this, so at peace, what would he be like? Likely soft voiced, mild mannered. He’d do his school assignments without hassle and donate to the charity board. He would wander the town with his friends and listen to music in a beat up truck flying down the stretch of highway overlooking the bold, blue, and beautiful ocean. An entirely different version of himself- carefree, and a fair blue as opposed to a burning flame of red.

But, if that were the case, you’d never have gotten here. You’d never been both the outsider, and the only seeing eye. A lucky, albeit firstly unwilling witness to the display of depth before you.

It never hit you like it had quite in that moment how lucky you were.

But- just then- an alarm disturbed what serendipity existed. You nearly leapt out of your skin, clutched your hands to your chest at the sudden sound. A headache wove its way into your once untouched temples. Nathan groaned, mumbled, ‘god damn it’, under his breath, and thus his body was reanimated into life. He rubbed his eyes and he stretched, that familiar scowl coming over his eyes and lips as he took in the sunlight damn near blinding him. A polar opposite to the being you’d appreciated just moments earlier.

“Ugh, fuck, how the fuck is it seven already.” He groaned. “I feel like shit.”

“Well good morning to you too,” You started, welcoming Nathan into the world. “‘I’m feeling pretty shitty as well.”

You said that, but really… You were more than alright. Your head had hurt, slight nausea crept into the wells of your stomach, but other than that you’re sure you were phenomenally better than you’d have been waking up whereverTate would have left your ass.

“You need to get outta here, before everyone gets up.” Nathan drawled, but he didn’t sound as urgent as you expected him to be. You’d expected him to be angry that you were still in his room, but instead he just… accepted it.

You snickered, climbing out of his throne of a bed. “Wow, you’re giving me the morning after treatment?”

“Sure am. Get outta here, whore.”

“Oh fuck you.”

You located your heels from last night, resting upright near his dorm room door. Heels didn’t sound like the most practical to sneak out of a dorm with, so you instead opted to grappling them by the straps and carrying them at your side. Hair a mess, outfit riddled with wrinkles and makeup smudged under your eyes, you stood before Nathan in all your glory. He stared at you for a long, odd moment- and you for some reason felt exposed, or even, shy.

“What?” You ask expectantly, placing a hand on your hip.

His eyes trail to your line of vision. He shakes his head. “Just thinking about how now you really do look like my morning after.”

“Yeah?” You hummed. “Find it hard to believe you get a lot of those.”

Nathan shoots you a suggestive glance. “You’d be surprised. Everyone wants a piece of Prescott.”

Surely, he was joking, or maybe he wasn’t, but you… Didn’t like hearing that. It made your stomach feel odd, uncomfortably heavy. As he stood up, reminding you how many inches he had over your size, you swallowed and cleared your throat to flush out that crappy feeling. “Well,” you started, mood having dropped. “I’m gonna go, then.”

“What got your panties in a twist all the sudden?” He asked, raising a brow and pulling some clothes from his closet, tossing them onto the bed.

The bed you two had shared.

You hated the idea of his morning afters- whoever they may be.

“Not feeling great. Probably a side effect of the roofies.” You mumbled.

Nathan breathed a laugh. “Probably.”

He seemed so calm, right now. Perhaps due to it being so early, before the outside world had a chance to remind him just why he was so uptight all the tight. Before he needed to be so uptight all the time. He really did have so many versions of himself- all of whom you were slowly becoming familiar with. Compared to the person you’d believed him to be before your run ins, you’d never have assumed someone so dangerous could be so soft as last night, as this morning. In the beginning, you’d feared him. Avoided him like a plague, or a wild animal. Even when you were enraptured in the existence of him, you still wanted to keep away. You’d never have believed someone like you could wake up clutched to his chest, as though he were afraid if he released you, you’d be gone long before he woke.

Then, a sudden thought struck your mind.

He’d held you so tight. He’d welcomed you in the morning. No anger, no annoyance. His soft laugh at your banter and taunts. How your heels were standing upright instead of tossed haphazardly into some random corner, where he’d watch your struggle to find.

How he’d stayed awake to ensure your sleep.

“So are you just gonna stand there?” Nathan called you back to reality, hands gripping the hems of his shirt. “I gotta get ready and you need to wash up so you don’t look like a five dollar stripper.” Cruel words, but with absolutely no bite. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah. But, hey,” You started. “Thank you for last night.”

“Yeah, yeah. You gotta start learning to watch your own back.” He says. “There’s gonna be times I won’t be there to drag your ass out of the fire.”

If you’d been charged, if you’d been stricken with a strange defensiveness, you’d have retorted, ‘than stop helping me’, but… Instead you allowed yourself the comfort of protection. You allowed Nathan Prescott to watch you.

“I know,” You reached for the door. “Thank you.”

With that, you bounded out of the dorm silent as a mouse.

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In hindsight, you should have left earlier. Class was merely 15 minutes away when you slipped out of Nathan's room and bounded towards the women's dorm. Albeit not exactly a long walk, by the time you discreetly snuck back into your own dorm, you had roughly twenty minutes to somehow pick an outfit from your countless unopened boxes and make yourself even slightly presentable.

Wiping off whatever make-up you could get and reapplying it, brushing out the tangles of your hair and nearly tearing off your scalp in the process, scattering your nightclothes over your floor and managing to scrounge out a semi-decent outfit for the day… You still looked a mess. If the mirror could laugh, it would have. Black mascara smudges under your eyes and frizzy untreated hair. What a lovely look.

You’d made it to class just five minutes late, but those five minutes were all it took for all eyes to be on you as you tried to slide into the classroom unnoticed. A couple classmates whispered to their table mates as you passed by, smelling of oversaturated cherry blossom perfume to hopefully cover the scent of alcohol. You sauntered to your seat and sank down with all your weight, suddenly exhausted. You’d made it with just five minutes tainting your record of attendance. The teacher greeted you with a disappointed sigh, and thus, the day began.

But, it was so hard to focus. All you could think about was Nathan.

“Alright class, who can tell me,” A board stick clacks against the chalkboard. “Who can answer problem four?”

You lowered your head.

“Ah, how about, ___?”

You snaked back into reality, blinking up at the chalk board that was somehow already riddled with math equations. Since you hadn’t been paying attention even in the slightest, your mouth gaped wide open, eyes scanning for something you understood even slightly so you didn’t look like a total idiot.

Sadly, you were out of luck. The teacher shook his head. “I’m shocked,” He said. “You're normally so on top of things. Oh well.”

“Oh, I’m sure she was on top of things,” A female voice sniggered behind you “Last night.”

Your face flushed a red, hot, ruby. What the hell was she talking about? How had they found out you were with Nathan? You were so sure of being sneaky, there was no way-

“Her and Tate totally got it on last night.”

You whipped around in your seat, facing girls who looked to be clones of some sort. Both with the same dark eyes, short brown hair, and freckles. “What?”

“Alright-” Your teacher blurted. “That's enough. April, May, enough. Let’s not discuss things outside of the classroom.”

The two girls batted their eyes. “Sorry sir.” One spoke, twirling a hand through her hair. Her sister's wide toothy grin never fumbled.

“Back to it then. Kate, can you help out __ with number four?”

The small, blonde girl nodded quickly, brushing a lock of hair behind her eyes and offering an empathic nod.

As you turned around in your seat, her answer fell on deaf ears. Your heart was racing in your chest, hands balled into fists while you stared ahead blankly.

They couldn’t seriously think that you chose to leave with Tate, could they? Surely someone must have seen the state you were in. Someone other than Nathan.

The clock ticks forward but time feels like it's passing almost unnaturally slow. With just 10 minutes left, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘Nathan: consider ur favor officially returned

Your tongue poked from your lips, the tiniest of smiles taking over your once sullen features. Terrible thoughts and worries flew out the window while you type back, ‘damn. here i was gonna to ask you to do a backflip off the roof with me. there goes my plans.’

Nathan types for a moment. Typing, stopping, typing again.

‘Nathan: soundz like a blast. where and when?’

A small blush heats your cheeks. ‘very funny. thanks to last night i have an entire 24 hour session of studying to catch up with.’

His response is almost instant. ‘Nathan: boringgg. txt me when ur fun.’

Rolling your eyes, you shove your phone back into your pocket. It seems you’ve been able to secure enough of a friendship with him for some mindless banter even outside your little visits. You smile. He’s… Fun to talk to. Surprisingly.

Class comes to an end and you start to pack up the books and papers you’d hardly even glanced at the whole period. Whatever had been upsetting you before is lost in your mind while you think of the morning, the night before. All the things in-between. But, your happiness doesn’t last long. As you get up, you’re almost forced right back into your seat as a weight shoves into your shoulder. Your books scatter to the floor. April, the one who’d remarked about you earlier, glares at you in what looks to be disgust.

“Careful April,” Her sister hums as she saunters past you, keeping distance and raising her already shrill tone of voice. “Might wanna watch where you’re walking- I’d hate for you to catch something from this slut.”

You absolutely gawk at her. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

April scoffs. “Oh come on, like everyone doesn’t know what you were up to last night.”

“Sleeping around isn’t a good color on you.” May hikes her bag over her shoulder and snickers at you. They both leave the class together, sickeningly in sync. You’re left stunned where you stand, unsure how the hell your life came to this so quickly. How you’ve stooped so low that the daughters of the world's most uncreative parents are able to bully you based on something that didn’t even happen.

Next class goes no better. The person to your right, a jockey looking brunette guy, asks, ‘have you ever heard of a Tate?’. You say no, that that’s the dumbest name you’ve ever heard. The idiot grins and goes back to marking down likely wrong answers on his test sheet and you debate kicking the leg of his chair out- but you don’t to avoid even more eyes on you. It makes you sick to your stomach- even more than recovering from the roofies does. How can everyone believe it? You barely even knew the guy and you were clearly uncomfortable with his advances. No one saw that?

After everything you’d worked for to build a reputation, trying so hard to not call out peoples shit for the sake of seeming friendly, tainted over something that didn’t even happen? And the kicker was that it hadn’t even been your fault! He’d drugged you, he’d have taken advantage of you! Yet you were the bad person?

Class came and went in the blink of an eye this time. Your mind wrapped up in the situation, your stomach churning. You wanted the day to be over with but you still had 4 more classes to suffer through. Why was this happening to you? Was Tate being treated just as horribly, or was he getting pats on the backs of his unaware friends?

Wandering down the halls to your locker, you noticed Lance and Kaz hanging around one of the drinking fountains. Your nerves quelled- your friends would surely make you feel much better. Especially since they had witnessed how awful you were feeling as you left. You approach with a relieved smile, ready to say your truth and finally have someone on your side.

“Hey guys.” You smile, but Lance looks down at his feet while Kaz places her hands to his hips. Your smile fades.

“You could have told us you were gonna spend the night with Tate,” Kaz snaps. “You didn’t need to lie like that just to leave. We were all worried about you and it was for nothing.”

“What?” You feel like you could cry. “No, Kaz, I really did try to leave. Tate tried to drug me and take me home, and-”

“He wouldn’t do that.” Lance interrupts, with a frown. He looks back down at the floor with knitted brows. “I’ve known Tate since before time. He wouldn't do something like that, especially not to one of my best friends. Plus he told me he was really into you. Why would he even try?”

“Are you serious?” You sputter. “You think I’d lie about something like that?”

“You’ve been lying about all sorts of things!” Kaz huffs. “What’s going on with you lately? You’ve been so distant, and secretive. What are you hiding that’s making you lie like this? We’re supposed to be your friends and then you lie to our faces just to go and fuck the first guy that shows you attention.”

“What…?” It was like acid. It was like the rug had been pulled from your feet sending you spiraling down the unending cliff. Kaz, your best friend, all that venom. How could they turn against you like this? What the hell is going on? You felt your throat tighten. “Look, I’m sorry if I’ve been distant, but I’m not lying to you, I-”

“We gotta go.” Lance isn’t in the mood to hear it. “We’ll catch up to you.. Some other time.”

Kaz says nothing as she pushes past you. Lance, at least, spares a short glance over his shoulder. You stood there alone in the hallway, your bag falling off your shoulder and clattering onto the floor with a thud echoing off the walls. Everything you had, all gone at once.

No one believed you.

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With nowhere to go where you felt like you could truly allow yourself to process the day's events, you went to the only place you knew.

Just outside of campus, where rocks lined the edge of the boundary, overlooking the outskirts of the town and the ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. You settled yourself there, staring at the vast waters and wondering how this had all happened. Unlucky didn’t even begin to cover how it felt. Not only did you feel violated with Tate attempting to do unthinkable things with your unconscious body, but you also felt alone, and walked on. Your best friends hadn’t believed you. While Lance seemed saddened, Kaz was so… Angry. Her words cut like knives into your skin.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve this.

You want to talk to Nathan, but knowing him, he’d see your state and bounce instantly. After all, this isn’t exactly very fun of you.

As the sun began to fall, splaying orange and blues over the wide open sky, behind you, you could hear voices. A group of them, some male, some female. Memories of when your notebook had gotten snatched by those two horsed face assholes came flooding back and with all your alertness, you stood up, and decided that this sitting place was no longer safe. Nothing was.

Before you even made it ten feet away, the group had found their way to your spot and gotten comfortable, one of the girls cheering, ‘this’ll be our hangout! look at how pretty the view is!’

You took a short drive down the stretches of road and decided that if you were going to lament in your own sadness, you were at least going to do so in a place that had something to cover the sound of your tears. Plus a nice view.

The beach, littered with its picnic tables and the sounds of crashing waves would suffice just fine. So, you pulled in the desolate parking lot and wandered down the sandy shores until you stumbled upon a picnic table shaded by a large willow cascading lushious branches to block out the sun- a perfect canopy for you to wallow under.

You had nothing at that moment. No friends, no reputation, no one to believe your tragic tale. And now, you’d just lost the one spot that made you feel comfortable when stress was building into your body like concrete. Tears pricked into the corners of your eyes and you bit your lip, dreading that feeling of a lump in your throat. Why you? Everything had been going so well. How could not even a single person believe that Tate had tried to hurt you?

Well, actually, there was one person.

Of course Nathan believed you. He’d been the one to rescue you, after all. Time and time again it seemed. How was it that even the ones closest to you would turn their back so fast, yet Nathan seemed to be there even when you didn’t want him to be? Even when you yelled at him, and he yelled right back, fire and sparks falling into embers around the two of you.

In that moment, you almost felt like you could finally relate to him. A reputation based on lies and things out of your control, paired with a hardheaded attitude to try and combat all the assumptions.

No wonder he was so angry.

“Hey bitch,” A voice suddenly called, and you had a split second moment where you were terrified of once again being the victim of a cruel prank or some classmates boredom. “How about next time you have a pity party you don’t fucking call me in the middle of it.”

You blinked away your tears and through the blurriness saw a figure coming towards you. All that sass, the tone...

“Nathan?” You breathed. It only takes moments before he’s in front of you, holding his phone in view, seeing that the call that had been running for nearly ten minute. You flush in embarrassment, pulling your phone from your back pocket. “How did that happen?”

“Well, can your ass dial numbers?” He taunts, ending the call.

“Damn it, dumb phone must have butt-dialed you. I knew I should’ve gotten a different one.” You mentally kick yourself. “It must have unlocked in my pocket.”

“You don’t have a password on your phone?” He taunts. When you shake your head, he whistles. “You are just begging for a robbery. I’ll keep that in mind when I’m in the mood to send random messages to all your buddies.”

“Fuck off.” You scowl, and he grins, hopping up on the picnic table next to you. The sun flatters his skin. He’s almost glowing.

“Speaking of buddies, how the hell did it pick my number out of your sea of friends?”

You shrug. “Probably cuz’ it’s a priority contact.”

“Oh lala, I’ve been upgraded to priority huh? Does it display a superman logo whenever you give it a ring?”

“Nope. When I press call it rings the nearest asshole in my vicinity. The fact that it’s you is your own problem.”

“Haha, fucking ha.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. He stares out at the water, watching waves pull and crash onto the beach. It’s almost beautiful, until he ruins it. “Yknow, you’re a really ugly crier.”

“Wow, thanks.” You shake your head. “That's exactly what I needed to hear right now. Why did you even stay on the line?.” Wiping your eyes, you start to forget your tears. “Couldn’t have been that wild of a conversation.”

Nathan shrugs. “Between the crying and the sound of the waves it was pretty nice.” He grins. “Very educational.”

“Awesome. Glad I was able to make your day.” It doesn’t feel like your usual bitey remarks. You’re tired, you’re still a little hurt and you can’t stop thinking about how such an amazing morning had turned into such a horrible day.

“So what’s got you all fucked up? Never seen you act like this big of a baby before.”

“Nothing. You already paid off your debt to me per this morning, so feel free to resume our regularly scheduled mutual hatred.” You say, lying through your teeth. You know you’re both past the point of hatred, but you’re feeling jaded, you can’t help it.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” He groans. “I didn’t drag my ass all the fucking way out to this shit hole of a beach just for you to give me that bullshit. What, did you fail a test? No one matched you on tinder?”

“Everyone thinks me and Tate slept together last night.” You blurt. “I think he’s telling people me and him had sex.”

Nathan tenses his shoulders and grimaces. “Fucking werido.”

“I told my best friends that he tried to take advantage of me and they don’t believe me. One of em’ even said he wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Fuck em’. Who needs best friends.”

“And to make everything so much better, these two bitches that I share four of my classes with harassed me all goddamn day. I mean, fucks sake, how the hell are girls named April and May of all things able to get to me. It’s bullshit. And to make matters worse, Tate is just… Getting away with it.”

“Yeah well, something tells me that Tate’s gonna get a real nice fucking taste of medicine eventually. I just gotta find him first. He’s got a lot of nerve spreading shit around given I knocked his ass onto the pavement.” Nathan brows knit at the memory.

You test the waters. “Why would you do that for me?”

He seems caught off guard, or maybe, surprised that you’d ask. Maybe he thinks you’re both beyond that point. He grumbles, “Why does it matter.”

“I’m just curious. We don’t owe each other anything, remember?”

“Yeah, well,” He huffs. “Don’t ask me questions to shit I don’t know the answer to.”

“You say that an awful lot.” You tease.

“Yeah well you ask dumbass questions an awful lot. Not everything I do has to have some weird ass motives behind it, ___. Maybe I’ve got beef with Tate that’s outside of you.”

“Uhuh. Sure.” You’re about to say something else, when your phone lights up with a text. The display makes your heart fall all over again.

Unknown Number: you should just pack up and go somewhere else. no one wants std’s from breathing your air xoxo

You don’t even know who that is. Now absolute strangers are on your case. You want to throw your phone into the ocean and leave.

Nathan scoffs. “Don’t even bat a fucking eye for that bitch, whoever the hell they are. Half the hoes you’ve mentioned have slept with half the football team,” he pinches his jacket, “and I would know.”

“Ew, Nathan,” You grimace, that same feeling from the morning returning. It feels, oddly, like jealousy. He nudges your arm with his elbow and grins playfully. It’s cute.

“Chill, I’m just fucking with you. You gotta know even I wouldn’t fuck girls that desperate. I’m a man of class.”

That last comment actually forces a laugh from you. It’s soft, but it’s real. The first laugh you’ve genuinely had all day. “That’s horrible.” You remark, giggling again.

It's almost like the slight restoration of your mood puts him at ease as well. He leans back on his hands and stares off into the ocean, those sparkling waters under the setting, orange sun. “I’m for real though. Those hoes aren’t worth your time. One day when we blow this shithole of a town they’re not even gonna matter.”

Your brows knit, eyes blinking up at him. Had you heard that right?

“We?” You ask, perplexed, albeit a little… Hopeful.

Nathan sputters. “Well- Like, when everyone’s older and-”

“You know what, it's fine.” You interrupt. “Fuck it. You’re right. We’re gonna blow this town and they’re just gonna be some shitty memories.”

He sucks in a shaky breath. You’ve never heard him scramble like that, like he’s been unmasked. The look he casts you when you agree, when you don’t tease or patronize and finally hop on the idea that yeah, what if the two of you really didn’t have to deal with it anymore.

What if the two of you could just exist, without the anger.

You look up at him. “Would you actually do that though?” You start. “With me, of all people?”

He swallows. His expression is tense, but he’s not upset. He appears nervous, caught off guard. Nathan tries, “I-”

Your phone rings. Shrill, piercing. Mood destroying.

“Jesus Christ, it’s my mom.” You grab your phone and Nathan looks forward, stone faced and silent as you hop off the table and answer. It’s your mother, who all but shouts into the phone that her and your father are taking a surprising visit to Arcadia Bay while they’re traveling by on their vacation. She insists that you be ready in about an hour for dinner, and likely there will be family photos.

Which means if you still look as wrecked as you did this morning, you’re gonna have a lot of washing up to do. With a quick goodbye, a short and sweet, ‘love you’, you hang up and sigh.

“You still tell your mom you love her?” He teases. “What are you, five?”

You frown. “You don’t tell your parents you love them?”

Nathan side eyes you, and just shrugs. It is all the answer you need, really, and for his sake you decide it wouldn’t be best to press the issue. Not now. But- it still makes your heart hurt just a little. You wished that he’d had it better growing up.

“Right… Do you want a ride home?”

“Fuck no, what am I,” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “a fucking girl scout?”

“I was just offering, weirdo.” When he doesn't get up, you feel like you’re missing out. Like if you stayed, maybe, just maybe, you’d get to know him a little better. “Hey, if you want, I can stay for a bit longer.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re needed elsewhere. But,” he shrugs. “I don’t know. Fuckin’... Text me or something. Or not, I don’t care either way.”

There’s a small warmth in your chest that rises to your cheeks. He wants you to text him. “Yeah,” You say. “If I’m feeling fun.”

And with that, you bid him farewell, beginning your descent to the parking lot.

“Hey,” He calls, and you turn just in time to catch a small item he’s tossed right at you. A tiny key resides in the palm of your hand. “Spare. If shit hits the fan again-...” He shrugs, and actually looks away. “Just don’t be too fucking loud of I’ll kick your ass out myself. No Madison needed.”

The widest grin plays over your lips. “I’m gonna re-decorate your room while you’re gone.”

“Ah, you fucking better not.” He shouts. “Actually- you know what, give it back.”

“No, no! I’m sorry.” You play with the key between your fingers. “Thanks for this.”

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t lose it and remember- emergencies only. I don’t need you watching me sleep like fucking freak. We’re past that stage.”

“How many times will I have to say I was never watching you. Christ… But, alright. See ya, then.” The key is heavy in your palm.

You place it into your pocket and give him one last glance before you take off, leaving him to enjoy the sound of waves, birds, and the absence of your tears.

#nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #life is strange #grazing the fire #scenario #fanfic #fluff

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retribution pt.1 [charles blackwood smut]

➽ pairing: dark!stepfather!charles blackwood x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 4.9k ➽ summary: after charles marries your mother to gain a massive fortune, he realizes that he married the wrong woman, and he sets his sights on the real heiress: you. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. explicit language, smut, thigh-riding, oral (f!receiving), power dynamics, step!cest, masturbation, yandere/obession (i think??), daddy kink, breeding kink, slapping, mentions of murder/suicide ➽ a/n: i know that is different than what i usually post, but charles blackwood just... hmmm he grinds my gears in the best way. so, enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio (and the sequel will be soon!)

From the very moment you laid eyes on Charles Blackwood, you loathed him. There was something about him physically that turned you off of him. Maybe it was the way his hair was just too perfectly done, the caramel highlights too pretty to be natural. Maybe it was the way his cologne filled your head, dark and lovely, but too masculine, like he was making up for something. Or maybe it was the smile that graced his pink and pouty lips when your mother introduced him to you as her husband.

It had hardly been a year since your father had passed, and you had no idea just how your mother could move on as quickly as she did. It had torn you up in a way that nothing else quite had. You had always been closer to your father than your mother and, when he got sick, you were left to bear the weight of what was happening. You went to visit him at the hospital alone and sat with him and read to him, and you held his hand as the nurses carefully turned off his machines. You guess that it was worth it, though; you found out that your father had altered his will and now, instead of his money being left to your mother, it was left to you. The only condition was that you had to get married to receive the money, going back to a conversation many years ago where your father tried to convince you not to go to university, telling you that the life of a wife and a mother would suit you better. You said that you would think about it.

“You’re not my dad,” you told Charles Blackwood. You expected him to be cross or maybe even hurt by your insistence upon that, but he smirked, as if he had expected that sort of answer. “I’m not gonna call you that.”

“Aw, that’s alright, honey,” Charles said, and he pressed his hand to your mother’s shoulder to stop her from scolding you. “I didn’t think you would. That’s awful, what happened to him. I’m really sorry about that.”

So casual, the way he talked about your father’s death. As if it was nothing more to you than a bad exam grade. You cried that night, locked up in your room, wanting Charles gone already. He was in the kitchen when you went in in the morning, sitting at the table, reading the newspaper, and whistling. He had the glow of a recently-spent man about him, and you internally sneered at the thought of him fucking your mother. “Hey, you,” he said, putting the paper down. “Let’s have a talk, huh?”

You glared at him, but sat down at the table all the same. You dug your thumbs into your orange and raised your eyebrows expectantly at him, and Charles pursed his lips. “I want you to know something,” he said. “I love your mom, right? And I have no interest in being your new dad or whatever. But I expect you to treat me with a little bit of respect, not any of… This.” He waved his finger at you, obviously talking about your current abhorrent pose. “I may not be your dad, but I’m still paying the bills and paying for you to go to university. So you’re gonna treat me like you fucking worship the ground I walk on. Got it, honey?”

“And what do I get outta this?” you grumbled.

“You get to keep living here,” Charles said. “You still get all that money that your father left your mother when he died. I don’t see what else you need.”

You scoffed. “Right,” you whispered. “‘Cause you only care about money. Well, Chuck, that’s fucking hysterical, that you think I’m even remotely like you. I can see past dollar signs and see what people are actually about. Anyway, I could care less about your money. I’ve got my own.”

“Doing what?” Charles asked with a dismissive laugh. “Waitressing?”

“You wish,” you sneered. “Mother didn’t get any money from Father.”

“All that money?” Charles asked slowly. “Where the hell did it go?”

“Into my trust fund,” you said highly, and you watched Charles’s blue eyes widen. “I have every cent of my father’s. All I have to do is get married, and me and my husband can fuck off, away from you.”

Charles stuttered for a moment, then said, “Let me get this straight. Your father left every red dime to his kid and not his wife? And you can only access it if you get married?”

“I told him that I wasn’t getting married,” you explained. “This is his twisted way of guaranteeing that I tie the knot at some point; soon, I guess. But congratulations, Chuck. Welcome to the family.”

As you stood up from your place, Charles’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, and you yelped. His grip was strong, veins in his hand exposing themselves, and his jaw was set with a rising anger. You could see the red flush in his chest and neck, and, as pleased as you wished you were, you were frightened by him. Your father had never grabbed you like that before. Nobody had. “What did I say about a little goddamn respect?” Charles asked through gnashed teeth, and he twisted his hand, pulling your skin and making you cry out in pain. “You don’t call me Chuck. You call me Charles, or Father, or fucking nothing.”

“Let go of me, you fucking bastard,” you hissed.

Charles’s face was red now, and he lashed out and struck you across the cheek. Before you even had time to cry out, he had you by the chin, forcing you to look at him. “Go to your room,” he told you. “Next time I see you, if this fucking attitude isn’t fixed, you’re gonna be really sorry. You hearing me, honey?”

You nodded, using every ounce of your self control to not burst into tears on the spot. You cursed him in your head, wishing for him to leave you and your mother alone. You wanted him gone, maybe even dead. Certainly nowhere near you or your mother anymore. Charles stared at you, watching you, making sure of your compliance, then he let go of your face and tugged you close to his body by your wrist. Confusion overtook you as he hugged you, but then it made sense when you heard the floorboard in the hallway creak. “I know you miss him,” Charles said, quiet but certainly loud enough for your mother to hear from the hallway. “And I can’t be him, but I’ll try my best. Alright, honey?”

He sent a quick pinch to your tender wrist, and you finally let out your caged sobs. “Hey, hey,” Charles said, shushing you in what could be mistaken for comfort. “No need for crying, little one. I’m here for you.”

When you finally tore yourself from Charles, he looked happy. The anger was gone from his face, and he smiled at you. “‘Morning, lovely,” he said to your mother, and he stepped around you to embrace your mother and kiss her cheek.

“What’s going on?” your mother asked, looking at you worriedly.

“Having a little heart-to-heart,” Charles said softly. “Said she missed her father, and I told her that I’ll try my hardest to be there for her.”

“Aw,” your mother cooed and placed a kiss on Charles’s lying lips. “You’re too good to us.”

That conversation seemed to change something between you and Charles. He was still an asshole when your mother wasn’t looking, but you knew not to tell her. She wouldn’t believe it, and it would inevitably just mean more trouble for you. However, there was suddenly something more with Charles. He seemed charming, as always, but you sensed something sinister underneath it. You knew that he was only after your father’s money, and he was now stuck with your mother when it was you who had all the money. You knew that he was mad at marrying the wrong woman, but he couldn’t do anything about it now, and the thought that your presence vexed him as much as he did you pleased you.

Except, as you found out one night, Charles still could do something.

It was still dark outside your window when you heard your bedroom door creak open. You liked to sleep with it closed, and you brushed it off as the house shifting as it settled. Your clock said that it was five in the morning, and you nearly got up to close your door back, but you smelled him first. Fresh from his morning shower, cologne still potent, Charles lingered in the doorway to your room before stepping in. You squinted your eyes to try to see what Charles was doing, but still trying to act asleep, and you watched him cross to your dresser, across from your bed. He carefully opened drawer after drawer, obviously hunting for something specific, and your heart dropped when he crouched to the bottom drawer and his hands came up to brush back his hair.

Your heart burned with hate and disgust as you watched your mother’s husband, your stepfather, pull out a pair of your panties. You had done laundry just two days earlier and hadn’t worn them yet, and you watched as Charles pressed the bundle of cotton to his face. After a moment, he stood up, your panties in his fist, and you quickly closed your eyes to feign sleep as Charles approached the bed. You felt his presence right by your face, felt his eyes watching you as you slept, and he whispered, “Fuck, little one...”. Then, you heard the zipper on his pants. Through your eyelashes, you watched Charles press his half-hard cock into his fist and begin to stroke himself, rubbing himself with your panties. He slotted his bottom lip between his teeth as he masturbated, watching you as you “slept”. “So fuckin’ pretty… Gonna be mine.”

You tasted acidic hate in your mouth, but you couldn’t make yourself confront him. To your knowledge, nobody had ever masturbated to the thought of you before. There was a tiny part of you that liked that Charles was so hung up on you, even if the dominating part of your brain told you how sick it was. Anyway, you hardly wanted to interrupt him and stop an orgasm and give him yet another reason to hate you.

Charles’s cheeks went red in the dim light of the room as his fist moved faster. Your panties were bunched around his cock, flushed and nestled there like it belonged, and you closed your eyes fully. You didn’t want to see him come. You didn’t want to know what he looked like. You moved slightly, adjusting your legs under the blankets, and Charles let out a quiet little grunt. “One day…” he mumbled to himself. “Gonna be mine… All that’s gonna be mine.”

His breath caught in his throat, and you heard the wet squelch as his cum coated your panties. Charles stood for a moment, watching you, feeling his cock soften in his hand, and he finally sniffed and stuffed the used panties into his pocket. He tilted his head as he continued to examine you and the way you gave little noises as you slept, and he smiled. Oh yes, he thought as he brushed a bit of hair from your cheek. You would make a good wife.

Later that day, you were absently wandering around the house. It was too hot to do anything outside comfortably, but you definitely didn’t want to be around Charles or your mother for the moment. Even though you hadn’t seen anything that Charles had done, his grunts and hisses were enough for you to know that he enjoyed his time in your room that morning. You had yet to find your panties, and your stomach roiled when you wondered if he still had them in his pocket.

Your stepfather called your name from across the house, and your heart dropped. As you made your way to his office, you decided to play with him in the worst way possible. If he was going to haunt you and make you miserable, you were going to do just the same. Charles was leaned back in his desk chair when you got there, smoking from his pipe. His tie was loose, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his gelled hair coming a bit undone. He looked stressed, and perhaps a little anxious. “Yes?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe.

“What are you doing tonight?” Charles asked, blowing out a mouthful of thick smoke.

You shrugged. “Nothing, I suppose,” you said. “Why?”

“I wanted to take you to dinner,” Charles said. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, and I would like to make it up to you, if I can. I… I truly apologize for hitting you. I have a short temper, see, and I’m trying to be better about it.” His lips were pursed, his eyes trained on you.

If you didn’t know any better, you would think that his apology was genuine. But he needed you on his good side in order to get your fortune. He was buttering you up. You sighed. “That’s alright,” you said. “Umm… I’d like that, I think. Would Mother be coming as well?”

“No, little one,” Charles said, and you remembered how he had called you that as he pleasured himself into your panties. “Just us. A father-daughter dinner.”

“Alright,” you said. “Umm… Would you be angry if I called you Father? I just think…” You trailed off and pretended to be ashamed as you played with the sleeve of your dress. “Maybe it would help me adjust.”

“Not at all, honey,” Charles replied. “Anything to make you comfortable.”

You gave him the smallest smile, and you approached his seat. “I should have greeted you with a bit more open-mindedness,” you mused. “I was being childish. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me, because I… I just want you to like me, Father.”

“Aw, honey, I do like you,” Charles said, tilting his head. “You’re already forgiven.”

Your smile grew, and you leaned over to give Charles a tight hug. You could smell his strong cologne as you embraced him, and you made sure to give a soft little moan in his ear. “Oh, Father!” you started. “I can’t seem to find some of my clothes. Would you happen to know where they might have gone? Mother’s always on about donating unused things.”

“I have no idea, little one,” Charles said, and you straightened up. “What exactly are you missing?”

“Just a few sweaters,” you said, tracing the etching on the desk. “A skirt or two… A pair of panties with daises on them.” You gave a little laugh, and added, “They were my lucky pair and I just… Never mind, that’s embarrassing.”

“No, I mean,” Charles began, and he shifted in his chair. Your words had done exactly what you had hoped; he was suspicious and uncomfortable. “If it means a lot to you. How exactly are they lucky, might I ask?”

You laughed quietly. “Oh, Father, I couldn’t possibly tell you,” you giggled. “It’s not the sort of things girls talk about with their parents.”

“C’mon,” Charles smiled, reaching forward and playfully tickling your side. “If you don’t tell me, then I’ll assume the worst.”

In truth, the panties meant nothing to you. You couldn’t even remember when or where you had gotten them. But if it made Charles uncomfortable, then you would stretch the truth however far you needed to. You bit your bottom lip and giggled, and you said, “Fine, fine. I wore them the night I almost lost my virginity, and I… I just feel good wearing them.”

Charles straightened in his chair, setting his pipe aside. “You’re not a virgin?” he asked.

“I said ‘almost’, Father,” you whispered. “I still am.”

“Well, that’s not a bad thing,” Charles told you. His hands went to your waist and tugged you closer to him, and he carefully parted your legs with his knee. “Are you waiting for marriage?”

You shrugged. “Or whatever,” you said. “I wanted to do it, but I just… He wasn’t my type.”

“And what is your type, honey?” Charles asked.

Your stomach was curling with disgust, but you kept up the ruse. “I don’t know,” you whispered. With a sigh, you settled yourself on Charles’s thigh, playing with the collar of his shirt. “Just, someone who knows what they’re doing, I guess. Who can make me feel good without making mistakes. Older, I suppose.”

“What else?” Charles asked. His thumb brushed against your hip bone, and you shivered when you felt your walls flutter. You couldn’t possibly be turned on by playing this sick game with your stepfather, could you?

“I like dark hair,” you said softly. “Tall. Nice eyes.”

“So…” Charles began and gave you a satisfied grin, one like a wolf who had cornered his prey. “Me.”

“Oh, God,” you whispered. “I-I guess, when you put it that way--”

“It’s alright, little one,” Charles said softly, and he leaned forward and kissed each of your cheeks. “It’s alright if you’ve got a little crush on me. Tell me, honey: have you ever been touched before?”

“Yes,” you replied with a fake meekness. He seemed to like the more innocent side of you.

“Yes…?”

You swallowed down disgust, disguising it as nerves. “Yes, Father.”

“Good girl,” Charles whispered. “How have you been touched?”

“A boy put his fingers in me,” you told Charles, avoiding his eyes. “And his mouth on me.”

“Where on you?” Charles pressed on. His hand slipped down to your bare legs and let his fingers linger on the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Father,” you mumbled. “I can’t say it.”

“Show me,” Charles demanded, his face suddenly stony. “Put your hand where that kid had his fucking mouth.”

You let your hand rest on top of Charles’s, and you lifted it to your breast first. “Here--”

“Over your dress?” Charles laughed.

“N-No,” you laughed softly. You bit your lip as you guided his hand down the neck of your dress, and you shuddered at his warm palm on your soft nipple. Your cunt fluttered again, and you fully blushed when you realized that Charles had certainly felt it against his tense thigh. “Here,” you whispered, and you found yourself letting out a quiet moan as Charles groped at your breast. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying this. No, this was supposed to be torture for him.

“You like when I touch your tit like this, honey?” Charles asked, and you nodded quickly. “So good for your father, little one. Where else?”

You took his wrist and pulled his hand up to your mouth, and you placed a gentle kiss to his fingertips. “He kissed me,” you said.

“Did you like it?” Charles asked. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, and you took it into your mouth as Charles watched greedily.

You shook your head, and Charles pulled his thumb from your mouth. “What did he do wrong?” he asked softly.

“Nothing,” you whispered. “I just didn’t like him, I suppose.”

“Do you usually fuck guys you don’t like?” Charles asked.

“I didn’t fuck him, Father!” you said quickly. “I-I stopped it. Remember?”

“Oh, right,” Charles said in a hushed tone. “Saving yourself for the right person, who just so happens to have every quality that I possess. Is that right?”

“Father,” you groaned, leaning forward to press your forehead against his shoulder. For some reason, you didn’t entirely mind the smell of his cologne anymore. You didn’t mind his perfect hair. You didn’t even mind the wolfish smile that overtook his pink pout.

“Where else was that boy’s mouth?” Charles whispered. “Did he put it anywhere else? Or just on your pretty little mouth and tit?”

As you grabbed his hand, you realized that there was absolutely no going back. Your plan was set in motion and there was no way to stop it. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself, and you slowly took his hand down your body. You carefully lifted your dress and settled his hand over your cunt, and you shuddered at the warmth of his palm. His fingers were against your hole, the heel of his hand pressed to your clit, and you watched him lick his lips. “You naughty little thing,” Charles chuckled. “You let him put his mouth on your pussy?”

“I didn’t like it,” you told him quickly. “I didn’t like him.”

“Honey, I’m gonna ask you this once,” Charles whispered, pressing his hand fully against you. Even through the thin layer of your panties, you could feel every inch of his hand, and you bit your lip and tried to control your hips from bucking into his palm. Amongst other things, you were sure that you would get in trouble for it. “Do you want me to fuck you? I can show you how good you’re supposed to feel, little one, you’ll love me for it.”

You nodded quickly, but yelped when his free hand landed a smack on your ass. It truly hurt, and you whimpered when his hand stayed on your ass and squeezed. “Use your words, honey,” Charles said. “As much as I like the little dumb whore act, I wanna hear you beg for it.”

“Yes,” you said quickly. “Yes, Charles, please. Please, Daddy, please fuck me.”

“Ooh, Daddy,” Charles purred. “I like the sound of that, baby. Stand up and take off your panties, sweetheart.”

You did as he told you, shivering when the cool air hit your wet cunt, and Charles tugged you back down onto his thick thigh. The roughness of his pants made you whimper louder, and he sent a slap to your cheek. It wasn’t hard and didn’t even hurt, but you gasped all the same. “Keep your fucking cock-hole shut,” Charles hissed. “You want your mother to hear you fucking yourself on my leg?”

“N-No, Daddy,” you whined.

“Good girl,” Charles whispered. “Show me how badly you want me.”

“Huh?”

Charles took fistfuls of your dress and tugged it downwards, letting your tits escape. “I said, show me how badly you want me to fuck your little hole, babygirl,” he growled. “Fuck yourself on my thigh, and maybe, if you’re good for me, I’ll bend you over this desk right now and fuck you ‘til you can’t walk. You want that, baby? Want your daddy’s cock wrecking your pretty little pussy?”

You rested your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, and you rocked your hips down onto his hard thigh. The material of his pants brushed your cunt and clit and made you bite back a whimper, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You hated the way that you were enjoying it. You hated him. Maybe you even hated yourself. But self-loathing could wait until you got off, because the pleasure of everything was too overpowering to focus on much else.

Charles’s hands roamed your body, touching you everywhere that he could manage. He squeezed your tits and pinched your nipples, and bolts of pleasure rocked through your whole body. That, added with the feeling on your clit, was almost too much, and you whined out. “Daddy--!”

Suddenly, his hand was over your mouth, the other clamping down around your throat. “Shut up!” he huffed. His eyes were alert, locked on yours, and his face was red. Was he really angry? The thought that he was truly angry made your stomach flip, and not in a good way. “I told you to shut the fuck up, why can’t you listen?”

You pleaded with your eyes, asking him to forgive you. It was important for your plan that he didn’t have any ill will towards you. You needed him to want to marry you, and to actually do it. Then, you would get the money, and you could find a way to stage a suicide before the money was put into his bank account. Then, you would have your father’s money, and live with just yourself and the fortune he gave you. But, in order to do that, you had to do everything Charles Blackwood asked of you. You had to treat this horrible man like the sun shined out of his lying ass. You had to make him want to marry you. Which, at the current moment, didn’t seem like it would be too difficult.

You mumbled behind his hand, trying to warn him that you were going to come, but he only hit you across the cheek again. “Not another sound, you fucking whore,” he said. “Fucking yourself on your father’s leg. So slutty. You gonna come? You wanna come on Daddy’s leg?”

You nodded quickly, and you started your hips faster. Your legs were quivering and you could hardly hold yourself upright anymore, and Charles took note of the tears brimming at your eyelashes. “Is this the first orgasm you’ve ever had, honey?” he asked. He seemed softer suddenly, and his hand left your mouth; the other stayed secure around your throat, though. You nodded quickly, and he gave a little coo. “Aw, my poor baby. I guess I oughta take some pity on you, huh? You’ve been good to me after all… Take off your dress and sit on the desk.”

Your dress hit the floor, and you settled yourself on the edge of Charles’s desk. It was a hefty thing made of mahogany, and you clenched your thighs together as Charles’s eyes raked over your entire body. “I know you’re not trying to be modest now,” he laughed. “Open your legs and show Daddy that pretty pussy.”

You bit your lip and did as he said, and you gasped when his eyes finally landed on your cunt. You were dripping wet, your slick glistening off your thighs, and Charles let one thick finger glide up your slit and collect your wetness on his fingertip. “Jesus Christ, baby,” he laughed. “You were really close, weren’t you? Let me guess, you want me to shove my cock in you, huh? Want me to fuckin’ split you in two and stuff you full of my cum? God, you would look so pretty, gettin’ all big with my baby.” He paused to suck your wetness off of his finger, and he gave a quiet little sigh. “Oh, God. Of course you taste good… So sweet, like sugar. It’s almost like you want me to eat you out, sugar.”

“Please,” you sniffled. You reached for him and pulled him in by his tie, and he slotted easily between your thighs. “Please, please, please, Daddy, want your mouth on my pussy, please, make me come, Daddy…”

Charles placed a soft kiss on your forehead as a way to placate your begging, and he whispered, “You’re asking so nicely, sugar. How could I say no to your pretty little face?”

You didn’t know what exactly to expect as Charles kneeled down in front of you, and you carefully pushed your fingers through his hair, through those perfect blond highlights. The moment his tongue touched your clit, though, you forgot entirely about how you were supposed to be hating him. You forgot practically everything that wasn’t Charles. He lapped up your wetness and placed a wet kiss to your lips, and your stomach clenched as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. “Aw,” he whispered, his warm breath making your cunt flutter again. “You look so pretty, sugar, all fucked out like this. Can’t wait ‘til I can actually fuck you…”

And, with that, he dived in. He was kissing, licking, and sucking your cunt like it was his only goal in life, your thighs in his bruising grip. You had the instinct to clamp your legs shut, and you nearly did, but Charles pulled his mouth away just enough so that his lips teasingly brushed your clit, and he whispered, “Now, that’s not what good girls do, is it?”

“M’sorry, Daddy,” you whispered. “Just feels so good.”

“I know, sugar, I know,” Charles whispered. “You’re being so obedient for me, though. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Please, Daddy, I’ve been so good for you. Done what you’ve asked, please let me come.”

Charles sighed, looking up at you once more. “I love listening to you beg,” he whispered. “But you’ve been doing good for me. Go ahead, sugar. Come on my face, baby.”

The way his lips shined with your cum nearly made you pass out. If it were anyone else, you would have adored the sight of it, but, since it was your awful fucking monster of a stepfather, you loathed it. Still, you pulled him close and kissed him all the same, cringing at the taste of yourself on his mouth.

“What do we say?” Charles asked. His hands smoothed down your body, landing on your waist, and he tugged you flush against his body.

You let out a quiet little laugh. “Thank you, Daddy,” you whispered.

Charles smiled, looking like the cat who ate the canary. “You’re welcome, sugar.”

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fictional-scenarios · 3 years ago

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hello! can i request an angsty fic with aizawa and f! reader where they break up? thank you!

i hope you enjoy this! i did it from his perspective, hope thats okay! also i know he probably wouldn’t actually be like this in a relationship, but for the fic, this is the only way i could see him being at fault :3

always appreciate reblogs and comments! if you’d lie to support me, here’s my ko-fi!

In the worst of the aftermath, Aizawa was not angry. He was never angry, not truly. Not even when he’d snap at his friends for bringing up her name, or when he’d feel rage churning in his stomach at the thought of her being with another. He was never angry.

He was sad. So devastatingly, core achingly sad, that it kept him bed ridden for days at a time. Work, come home, eat and sleep. It wouldn't end.

He’d always considered his quant home a safe haven, but lately it’d been feeling like a prison. It felt like a haunting museum, little bits of her as far as the eye could see. The memories were so vivid, he could still almost see the figure of her standing in his doorway. He could see her leaning on the window sill peering outside. He could see her shoes by the front door, her toothbrush in a cup upon his sink. He could see her under the covers with him, hushed laughter and soft snoring into the early morning.

Even now, he see’s her beside him in bed. He see’s the indent of where she should be, now terribly empty. It makes him feel cold, alone.

But, being alone had never been a huge issue to him before all this. In fact, he knows it was the downfall of him.

She’d just wanted him to go out with her now and then. She just wanted to take photos with him, hold his hand out in public without feeling like she’d been forcing him.

Aizawa buries his face in his hands, his back leaning against the cold wall, blanket curled around his waist like a weight.

All she had wanted was just a little more life. Just a few more kisses, a few more hugs. A few more signs that he truly cared for her, but he wouldn’t hear of it. She knew he loved her, why couldn’t that be enough?

He refused public dates that weren’t anniversaries or events. He hated photos. He hated when she’d clasp fingers around his own, hated it because all it brought was attention. Paparazzi's scavenging and ruining every affectionate and tender moment they’d shared together in public.

He never understood why it had to be public. He couldn’t wrap his mind around why she would insist they get out and so something together. Why couldn't hanging out in the seclusion of his home be enough?

Always so stubborn, especially when it would have been the correct time to give in. His annoyance and unwillingness to be anything other than slow moving and low maintenance drove her away from him. He was just fine being on his own, so why couldn't she?

‘I feel like you’re embarrassed of me,’ She’d cried, having hit her breaking point. ‘I feel like you don’t even really care about me.”

Aizawa’s jaw tightens. Of course I care about you. Why else would I want you here?

He should have said that. But, he didn’t. Just silently witnessed the destruction unsure of what to do next. Unsure of whether to argue, or remain dormant and quiet. Not quite apathetic, but he was never one for a shouting match.

Unfortunately, he chose to remain still in the face of a crumbling heart.

‘Even now, you won’t say a word. You don’t ever talk to me, Shota. You never ask how my day was, or if I want to go do anything. Why do I feel like I’m just here so you’re not lonely?’ She’d had fat tears welling in the pits of her eyes. She looked drained, broken. ‘I need more,’ Voice cracking, a terrible realization she’d stumbled upon. ‘I need more than that.’

It was a tense moment of silence. She shook her head and choked back a harsh sob.

‘Then that’s it.’ Lip trembling, feeling unwanted. ‘I can’t do this with you anymore. I’m leaving.’

At the lucid memory, Aizawa wish's he could go back and punch himself in the head. Say something, you idiot, he’d scream. Tell her to stay.

She’d passed him by, and the door slammed shut before he even turned to watch her go.

It’s been weeks now, and he can’t seem to get his head right. It’d taken days before she came to collect her things, something he hoped would never come to be. A stupid part of him believed that she’d come around for some reason. It’d happened before- her storming out, him never changing, her missing him enough to just... Get over it. This time, however, was much different.

Sinking in the memories, Aizawa feels his throat tighten at everything she’d said, and even worse, everything he didn’t say. His phone lights up beside him.

yamada: are you still moping in there???? come out w us tonight! you need to get outta bed at some point

yamada: its been weeeeeeks!!!!!!! come on!!!!!!!

Aizawa knows he does. He knows his friend has been trying to get him to leave since it happened, but it’s hard. He answered his friend, deciding that tonight he would in fact go out for a few hours just to clear his mind- anything is starting to become better than seeing a home empty of her. He sends the message, and his heart grows heavy.

He said yes to his friends when he was feeling sorry for himself, but never for her. He knew he deserved it, but it hurt not having her anymore. Especially when all he had to do was say yes sometimes.

What stung the most was that he didn’t get to see her when she came to collect all her items, cram them into a box and leave for the last time. He’d hoped at that point, if it ever came to that, he could convince her to stay. But.. She hadn’t told him she was coming. Perhaps because she knew she was bound to give in.

He came from from U.A., hoping that she’d be there, sleeping soundly or sitting terse on the couch ready for an argument ending conversation.

But, she wasn’t there. In fact, nothing of her was. All her things vacated. Everything but the memory of her stripped away.

Aizawa had stood stunned in the doorway. Then, it all came crashing down. She was serious this time. It was set in stone.

She’d really left him.

He didn’t think she’d actually leave him. Arguments were always so easy for Aizawa. He was a firm believer in ‘take me as a I am, or don’t take me at all.’ But, he’d never realized just how much changing she’d done for him.

When he’d first met her at a group outing, she was full of life. She was bouncy and energetic. She had a sea of friends, a world of opportunities. But with him, with Aizawa’s stubbornness combined with her need and want to spend time with him, she went out less and less. Contacts in her phone dwindled from a vast ocean to merely puddles.

Seldom she went out, and on the rare occasions she was able to get Aizawa to go, she’d dress in her best just for him to chastise her. ‘We’re not going anywhere that fancy,’ he’d remark, not noticing how her eyes fell. ‘Aren’t you a little over dressed?’

Guilt tore up his heart, now. She was always so beautiful dressed up like that, how could he ever say those things? Too late did he notice how she’d changed everything for him. Lost friends, missed outings, just so she could remain by his side. He did everything wrong and wasn't even willing to see it. He felt like a neglectful, stubborn, ass.

Forcing himself up from bed, it takes all his strength to get up and wander into the bathroom. He’d need to start getting ready then if he was to go later. He was a slow moving creature, after all. Lazily, mentally drained and exhausted, he opens the mirror and pulls his toothbrush from the little shelves inside. The mirror swings shut and he’s met with his dreadful reflection.

His eyes are even darker, redder, than they ever were with his quirk. Even he could tell he looked worse for wear. Drained, emotionally vacant yet so powerfully overrun with them at the same time. He looked dead. He brings the toothbrush to his teeth, but can’t bring himself to find the motivation to actually begin cleaning up.

So tired.

He just wants to sleep again.

He wants to text her. But he doesn’t.

Tossing the toothbrush into the sink, resting his elbows on the edges and allowing his head to hang in sorrow, he wonders what she’s doing right now. It’s a warm Friday evening, the blue sky wide and clear. He’s sure she’s going out tonight, finally allowing herself the freedom to make up for all the time she’d missed with her friends. Friday’s were always Aizawa’s least favorite day. He just knew she’d want to go out, and he’d always combat it with a movie she’d been wanting to see, coming up with some random excuse as to why it wouldn’t be an ideal idea to go out.

Then, he’d ignore how she sadly watched her friends social media stories about the night, and ignored their texts asking why she’s never around anymore.

God, what he would give for one more Friday night with her. He’d dress up, he’d take her somewhere so nice even he would be afraid he couldn’t afford the food. Her and all her friends. Whoever she wants, the whole world if need be. He’d do anything she wanted, strut her to a party on a red-carpet. Anything just for another Friday night.

Aizawa’s eyes cast back up to his reflection. A lump forms in his throat, he watches his eyes glisten with tears. He wants to fall into the floor and forget about everything.

Pushing himself away from the sink, he shake his head and gags on how tight his threat feels. Without even a moments hesitation, he finds himself right back in his room, pulls the covers aside, and drowns in them all over again. It’s dark, it’s cold. His own rooms uninviting without her.

Yet, he can’t seem to bring himself to leave it.

His phone sits on his pillow. Aizawa opens his friends message.

‘im going to stay in tonight. thank you for inviting me. im tired’

Aizawa doesn’t even want to see the messages his friend instantly starts blowing his phone up with. Instead, seconds after the text sends, he holds the power button until the entire screen goes black. He rolls over to face the wall, and he feels like he’s made of led. He swallows hard and gives into sleep all over again. His arm slings around a pillow, and he clutches it to his chest.

A forever inanimate reminder of where she once laid.

#aizawa shouta #angst #bnha #mha #imagine #x reader

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onmyyan · 3 years ago

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Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

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The Otherworldly Visitors

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there, or who prefer to read the multi-chaptered version of this fic.

I've actually been working on this fic for a while, and have already uploaded it to AO3 in multiple chapters, but now that the main story is finished, I'm posting it to Tumblr in one big chunk.

The idea for this fic came to me totally out of the blue, and I started writing it with no concrete plan, just some basic ideas and a vibe, so I think it came out pretty well, all things considered. It's outrageously self-indulgent, and is, in all honesty, the literary equivalent of comfort food. I wrote this for me, because my last, massive fic left me more than a little burnt out, and I'm still not fully recovered.

The AU the fic is set in is, fundamentally, classic Undertale, with a few notable differences. I've left hints here and there, but I won't fully explain this universe. Not because I want to be coy and mysterious, but because it's a bit… complicated. Truthfully, I hadn't expected to ever write about this world, and fully expected this AU to only exist inside my head, showing only a brief glimpse of it at the end of my larger fic/series, "The Lost Child". But here we are.

Something I feel I should mention here are my personal headcanons for Sanses and Papyruses, because this affects how I write and characterise them:

I hc that 'wanting to be popular, while almost no one likes you' is a Papyrus trait. I also hc that 'wanting to protect everyone, while almost everyone underestimates you' is a Sans trait. They're both consummate liars, though (yes, even Papyrus constantly lies to everyone throughout the game). Obviously, they can grow out of these traits after the True End (or similarly life-altering events).

Elys and Arno belong to @shayromi

Calibri is my own brain child

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Baby Calibri was being fussier than usual that morning, which was always a bad sign. Something had clearly upset his tiny babybone, and Sans knew that it would somehow end up affecting him and his family. Time shenanigans always did.

Gently rocking his whimpering daughter in one arm, he held his phone in his other hand, just staring at it with furrowed brows. He was sorely tempted to call Frisk and ask her if she could find out what was going on, but his wife was currently out shopping for groceries. They’d run out of ketchup, among other things. On the one hand, Sans really wanted to know what was wrong with the time-space continuum this time , but on the other... ketchup .

While Sans was pondering his dilemma, the matter was decided for him, when his phone started ringing.

To the skeleton monster’s credit, he didn’t startle, ever mindful of the fragile baby in his arms. Instead, he rushed to answer his phone, all while rocking a now crying Calibri a little more insistently.

“hullo?”

“SANS,” came a deep, slightly distorted voice, which Sans instantly recognised as his father’s, Dr. Wing Dings Gaster. The younger monster withheld a sigh. If his father was calling him, that meant that he must’ve been the cause of the temporal disturbance. Yet another bad sign. “THERE HAS BEEN A... COMPLICATION. WITH THE LATEST EXPERIMENT.”

Unable to hold back another sigh, Sans exhaled a tired breath, feeling an ache begin to build behind his eye sockets.

“urgh, shoulda guessed this was your doing,” he muttered under his breath, before raising his voice. “look, dadster, whatever you’ve done has got the babybone kickin’ up one heckuva fuss. an’ frisky’s outta the house at the moment. so i can’t come over to the lab right now, to help ya.”

“NO NEED,” the joint Monster Royal Scientist replied. “WE SHALL COME TO YOU.”

We? Sans thought. But before he had the chance to voice his confusion, his father hung up. Giving his phone a dirty look, Sans grumbled to himself. He then shoved the phone back into his pocket, and turned his attention to his still-crying daughter.

With tender hands, he brought Calibri to his sternum, close to his Soul, and started circulating his magic throughout his body, all while murmuring gentle reassurances to her. Within a minute or so, the soothing pulses of her father’s familiar magic, coupled with his loving voice, had succeeded in calming the baby down, and, with a yawn, the young hybrid drifted off to sleep in Sans’s arms.

Unfortunately, the skeleton monster enjoyed only a few seconds of blissful silence, before his peace and quiet were interrupted by a knock on his front door. Exhaling another sigh, Sans teleported to the nursery, where he tucked his youngest child into her cot, handing her a soft, well-worn turtle plushie, which Calibri reflexively clung onto. That done, he blipped back to the front door, and swung it open to reveal an unexpected sight.

Three skeleton monsters were stood outside, one slightly shorter than Sans, and the other two much taller.

The tallest was Dr. W.D. Gaster, clad in his customary black trousers, cream turtleneck jumper, and long, black overcoat. The genius scientist was standing straight, his arms folded behind his back, affecting a cool, collected disposition, but Sans knew him well enough to see how hard his father was trying, to not look guilty.

The shortest of the bunch was near identical in appearance to Sans himself, save for his outfit, consisting of blue and white armour, blue gloves, and a blue bandana, to match his bright, blue eyelights. His bones were rattling slightly, as his big, starry eyelights flitted all across his surroundings, returning to the cloudless, blue sky above, every few seconds. His mouth was stretched in the widest smile Sans had ever seen, almost splitting the other monster’s skull in two.

The third skeleton could’ve been Papyrus’s clone, were it not for his slouched posture, orange hoodie, and cargo shorts. It was more than a little disconcerting for Sans to see someone so similar to his brother, appear so unconfident, and awkward. The way the taller skeleton was hunching in on himself, hands shoved into his pockets, made something clench in Sans’s Soul. But the way the other monster’s gaze kept drifting to the sun, shining high in the sky, undeniable wonder creeping onto his face, soothed some of that ache.

Sans had never met the two strangers flanking his father, but he’d heard enough about the Multiverse and its various Alternate Universes from his wife, to be able to hazard a guess as to who they were. He cast his eyelights from Blue’s excited, curious gaze, to the way Stretch eyed his surroundings with carefully concealed caution, clearly out of his element despite his affected nonchalance, before finally resting them on his father’s sheepish smile.

Sans gave the other scientist a flat look, to which Dr. Gaster responded by widening his smile, beseechingly. He sighed for the umpteenth time that day.

“... i’ll go put the kettle on.”

~~~

When all four of them were sat in the living room, each with a steaming cup of golden flower tea in hand, the eldest Gaster launched into his explanation.

“THIS LATEST EXPERIMENT WAS SHOWING PROMISING RESULTS. VERY PROMISING. ALL THE READINGS WERE POSITIVE. THERE WERE NO PROBLEMS WITH THE CODE. THE VORTEX WAS STABLE. BUT THEN THE TEMPORAL ENERGY STARTED FLUCTUATING WILDLY. WE COULDN’T CONTROL THE MACHINE. IT EXPLODED.” A sigh, long and heavy. “AGAIN...”

Sans inclined his head towards the other two skeletons, gazing around the room with wide eye sockets.

“an’ that’s when these two appeared, i take it?”

Gaster nodded, taking a sip of his tea. His son eyed him speculatively.

“i’m guessing you want us to look after ‘em, while you fix the machine. again.” Despite the wording, his tone implied that this was a statement, rather than a question.

Gaster nodded again, studiously avoiding his son’s gaze, and sipping his tea a little louder. Sans dragged a hand down his face, before massaging his temporal bone.

“fine... guess i got no choice,” he conceded reluctantly. He glanced at the clock on the wall. “frisk should be back soon. i’ll let her know what’s goin’ on, but knowing her, she’s probably already aware of this latest snafu.”

Blue’s eyelights shot towards him at the human’s name.

“FRISK? LIKE THE LATE PRINCESS?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair.

Sans’s smile was complicated.

“kinda... ‘cept in this universe, frisky ain’t no monster princess.” Then his smile softened, a loving look entering his fuzzy eyelights. “but that don’t make her any less special to me. she’s still the most amazing person i know, and i’m so lucky to call her my wife.”

“YOUR WIFE?!?!” Blue shouted, leaping up from his seat, his empty tea cup falling to the floor.

Beside him, his younger brother spluttered into his own cup, thankfully avoiding spilling hot tea all over himself.

“yo-you’re married?!” Stretch choked out, setting his cup aside, tone as shocked as his expression.

Sans grinned at the both of them, a proud look on his skull. He lifted up his left hand, showing off the gold wedding band glinting on the proximal phalanx of his ring finger.

“heh heh, yup. time’s a little messed up in our universe, but frisky and i’ve definitely been married for over a decade now. or what passes for a decade here, anyway.”

Blue’s face lit up, his eyelights becoming star-shaped, as he gazed at his alternate self in amazement.

“WOWZERS!!!” he exclaimed, awe colouring his voice. He clenched his gloved fists, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. “THERE’S ANOTHER ME! WHO’S MARRIED!! TO THE PRINCESS!! THAT’S SO COOL!!!”

Stretch didn’t seem to share his older brother’s enthusiasm, however.

“your, uh, wife... isn’t she a... human?” he guessed, different emotions flashing across his face.

Sans gave him an unconcerned look, shrugging his shoulders with his usual casualness.

“yup,” he admitted, popping the ‘p’. “so what? she freed us monsters, and we live on the surface now, alongside the humans. as you guys must’ve seen an’ been told. there’s peace between our two races now, and more an’ more interspecies couples are formin’ every day.”

Stretch’s expression was still dubious, as if not quite daring to believe that such an incredible future was possible. Blue, however, looked even more excited than he did before.

“YOUR WIFE FREED MONSTERS?! WOWZERS!!”

Sans smirked, filled with pride for his wife. But then Blue froze, his smile slipping, as the excitement drained from his face. His bony brows came together in a worried frown.

“BUT WAIT... IF FRISK IS THE ONE WHO FREED MONSTERS... AND OUR PRINCESS IS ALREADY DEAD...” He wrung his hands, anxiety showing clear across his skull. “THEN WHO’S GOING TO FREE US ??”

Sans waved off his concerns, smiling at his otherworldly counterpart in reassurance.

“don’t worry ‘bout it, pal. you guys have another human who’s meant to free you, if all goes well.”

Blue looked at him hopefully.

“R-REALLY? WHO??”

Sans barely held back a wince. His smile became forced, as he answered Blue.

“er, that’s a... well, um, ya better ask my wife, when she comes home. she’ll be able to answer your question much better than i can.”

Blue blinked at him, before nodding his skull, mouth turned down in a pout.

“OKAY...” he agreed, though his disappointment was obvious.

Stretch narrowed his eye sockets, slanting a suspicious look Sans’s way, but the older skeleton was saved from any further enquiries by the loud wailing of a baby.

Everyone in the room startled at the noise, except for Sans, who merely looked resigned. The father of three had long grown accustomed to the sound of a squalling infant.

Dr. Gaster shot to his feet, draining his cup in one go, before placing it on the nearby table.

“WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME! I HAVE TO GO NOW! I HAVE A MACHINE TO FIX! SKELETONS TO SEND HOME! LOTS TO DO, YOU KNOW!? GOODBYE SON!! AND GOOD LUCK!!”

And with that, he dashed out the door, without looking back.

“you just don’t wanna be roped into anymore babysittin’ duties, old man!” Sans yelled after him, his mouth curled in a wry grin. Emptying his own cup of tea, he stood up and placed it beside his father’s. He then turned towards his ‘guests’, who were frozen in their chairs, looking stunned, and shot them a wink. “you guys stay here. i’ll go settle the babybone down, and bring her to meet you.”

Without waiting for a reply, not that either monster was capable of giving one in their current state, Sans exited the room through one of its several doors.

The sound of the door closing seemed to finally snap the displaced skeleton brothers out of their stupor. They stared at the door, then at each other, their eye sockets as wide as they could get. Blue mouthed the word ‘babybone’ to his brother, and Stretch could only give him a dumbstruck look in response.

After several moments, the crying eventually died down. All eye sockets shot towards the door Sans had departed from, when the handle turned.

It was to total silence, that Sans entered the living room, cradling his youngest child in his arms. His tender gaze lifted up from his precious baby, and towards the other skeleton monsters, his broad smile conveying how much he cherished his daughter.

With slow, steady steps, he made his way towards the others, taking in their amazed expressions with amusement. When he was in front of them, he tilted his arms just enough for them to be able to clearly see the human-looking baby sniffling in his hold, waving her tiny fists in the air, her chubby cheeks flushed.

“this cute, little babybone is calibri. my daughter,” he announced, pride and infinite love leaking into his voice.

The other two stared at the baby, rendered utterly speechless by awe, for several seconds, before Blue finally managed to find his voice.

“YOUR... DAUGHTER...?” he almost-whispered, tone hushed. His voice was still louder than was generally acceptable indoors, though, and Calibri scrunched up her face at the sound, but didn’t react otherwise, too used to her uncle’s own high-volume voice to be overly bothered by Blue’s. “YOU HAVE A... A CHILD ??”

Sans’s grin widened.

“i’ve got three, actually.”

Both Blue and Stretch looked as if a gentle breeze could knock them over at that revelation.

“THREE!?!?!”/”three!?” they both exclaimed at the same time.

Calibri started fussing again, the shouting too much for her sensitive ears to bear, and her father hastened to soothe her with gentle rocking motions, and soft pulses from his Soul.

“yep. three kids,” Sans explained, snickering at the brothers’ stunned expressions. “there’s elys, my eldest girl, arno, my son, and calibri, the babybone of the family. you guys’ll meet the other two later, when they get back from school.”

The Underswap brothers still appeared a little shell-shocked. Neither skeleton could take their eyelights off of the tiny, fleshy baby, squirming in Sans’s arms.

Slowly, Blue’s expression shifted, something soft, and gentle settling on his face, as he felt his Soul squeeze at the sight of the child. Indescribable warmth flowed through his bones, emanating from his thrumming Soul, filling him with an emotion he hadn’t felt since his brother was a babybone himself. To think that, in another world, another him had been blessed with his own family – a wife, and tiny babybones of his own, to love and protect.

Sans noticed his alternate self’s obvious fascination with his daughter, and, with a smile, he stepped forward, holding Calibri out towards the other monster.

“wanna hold her?” he offered, motioning towards the baby in his arms.

Blue looked up with a start, his eye sockets widening.

“C-CAN I?!” he asked, his hands clenching and unclenching, already lifting up to receive the baby.

Sans chuckled at the other’s eagerness.

“sure can, buddy. here, lemme show ya how to hold her.”

Blue listened attentively to Sans’s instructions, which were mostly the same as the ones he’d received from his parents, when Stretch was born. It seemed that hybrid, as well as human, babies weren’t all that different from monster babies.

When Calibri was securely within Blue’s hold, Sans took his arms away, hovering nearby just in case. Even Stretch had inched closer to them, peering down at the infant with undisguised curiosity and interest.

The shorter skeleton gazed down at the baby in his arms, marvelling at how warm and soft she was, so different from his and his brother’s cooler, firmer bones. Her little chest kept rising and falling with each breath she took, and her hands never stayed still for long, always moving, reaching out and retracting, tiny fingers curling and uncurling.

She was adorable.

And wonderful.

Truly worthy of being called magnificent, in Blue’s not-so-humble opinion.

Unfortunately, Calibri didn’t seem as taken with Blue as he was with her.

The young hybrid’s forehead was wrinkled, her large, golden eyes turning blue, and her lips pursing, as she looked up at the otherworldly visitor with clear unease and uncertainty. In the blink of an eye, Calibri shifted into her monster form, instinctively mimicking the weird stranger holding her.

Both Blue and Stretch gave a start, caught off guard by this sudden, and wholly unexpected, transformation. Sans chuckled at their reaction.

“heh, sorry. shoulda mentioned that was gonna happen at some point,” he apologised, somewhat insincerely, as he shrugged his shoulders at them. “hybrids can switch between their human forms and their monster forms at will. babybone here does it a bit more often than most, though.”

Eye sockets still crinkled with mirth, Sans reached a skeletal finger to poke his daughter’s cheekbone. Despite being made of bone now, the pudgy cheek still gave way under the adult’s light prodding, though not as much as when it was squishy flesh.

Blue stared at the baby skeleton he now held in his arms with amazement.

“WOWZERS! THAT’S SO COOL!” he gushed, his starry eyelights twinkling in their sockets. “I NOTICED THAT HER EYELIGHTS ALSO CHANGED COLOUR.”

He threw Sans a questioning look, to which the other monster nodded his skull.

“yeah, that happens a lot with this one, too,” he admitted, easing back into a relaxed stance, though he kept his hands free just in case he needed them. “elys and arno’s eyes usually stay the same colour, unless they’re using magic, but cali’s eye colour matches whichever colour of her magic is flowing most strongly through her Soul at the time. and that depends on what emotions she’s feelin’ strongest. frisky calls ‘em her ‘mood eyes’, heh.”

Blue nodded his understanding, before voicing another question.

“HER EYELIGHTS TURNED BLUE. LIKE MINE! DOES THAT MEAN SHE’S HAPPY RIGHT NOW?!”

Sans’s smile became strained. He lifted an arm to rub at the back of his skull, averting his own eyelights from Blue’s hopeful gaze.

“er... not... exactly,” he murmured, causing Blue’s face to fall. Raising his voice, Sans tried to sound a little more positive. “but hey! she’s just not used to you yet! you may look like me, but she can sense that we’re not the same, and she doesn’t like bein’ around strangers. but in time, i’m sure she’ll grow to like ya.”

Blue perked up considerably at that. Drawing himself up, he set his face in a determined expression.

“THAT’S RIGHT! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS IS INCREDIBLY LIKEABLE! I JUST NEED TO SHOW TINY CALIBRI HOW COOL I REALLY AM, AND WE’LL BE GREAT FRIENDS IN NO TIME! MWEH HEH HEH!!”

Calibri seemed to disagree. Not taking her cyan eyelights off of Blue, she scrunched up her face in displeasure, not at all liking the loud noises coming from the imposter father who held her. But beyond making a face, and whining slightly, she didn’t react further, to her real father’s great relief.

Stretch smiled softly at his brother, raising a hand to pat him on the shoulder, being very careful not to put too much force into the action, and jolt him while he was carrying a fragile babybone.

“of course you will, bro. how could anyone not see how cool you are? i know you two will be the best of pals before ya know it.”

Blue beamed at him, his cheekbones turning a light blue at his younger brother’s confidence in him. Then, a thoughtful expression came onto his face, as he gazed between Stretch and Calibri. Appearing to reach a decision, he turned towards Sans.

“CAN PAPY HOLD BABY CALIBRI NOW? PLEASE?? PRETTY PLEASE!?” he pleaded.

Stretch looked taken aback. Sans gave the taller skeleton a considering look, before shrugging.

“yeah, sure, why not?” he agreed easily.

Blue cheered, turning to his brother with a big smile, which Stretch struggled to return, looking more than a little nervous.

As slowly and carefully as he could, Blue deposited a cranky-looking Calibri into Stretch’s slightly trembling arms. The taller skeleton monster tried his best to follow the instructions Sans had given Blue, but he seemed very unsure of himself. He couldn’t help but worry that he was going to mess this up somehow.

His fears were proven justified when, as soon as Calibri’s full weight was resting in Stretch’s arms, a loud ‘COOOOOOOO’ erupted from within the sleeve of his hoodie.

The sound startled the baby skeleton so badly, she instantly burst into tears, shrieking at the top of her magical lungs.

Stretch shot Sans a desperate, horrified look, while Blue panicked none too quietly beside him. Sans couldn’t quite manage to stifle his laughter at the situation, though he still rushed to take his distraught daughter back into his arms.

“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry !!” Stretch cried out, looking on the verge of tears himself, as he retrieved a rubber chicken from his hoodie. “i completely forgot that was there! i didn’t mean to prank your kid! i swear!!”

Sans hugged his daughter close to his Soul, rubbing her back, and circulating his magic through his bones once more. His Soul instinctively began humming, pulsing, reaching out towards his daughter’s own tiny, fluttering Soul, embracing it in his magic.

“pfft, don’t, heh, don’t worry ‘bout it. haha!” He barely managed to get the words out, while fighting back sniggers. “it happens, i- * snrk * i get it. the old rubber chicken’s a classic! heheheh... hey, when cali’s older, i’m sure she’ll learn to appreciate a good prank, too.”

Stretch didn’t look reassured in the slightest. His whole body slumped, his skull bowed low, looking utterly dejected. Blue tried to comfort his younger brother, patting his back, and shouting encouragements to him, yelling to be heard over the sound of Calibri’s wails, however all his efforts to make Stretch feel better were in vain. The taller skeleton was inconsolable.

Sans’s attempts to calm his daughter down proved more fruitful, though. Within minutes, Calibri’s cries abated, becoming unhappy little whimpering noises, until finally, she fell asleep, tired out from all of her bawling.

Sans breathed a huge sigh of relief. Crisis successfully dealt with. Frisk would be proud.

Right on cue, as if summoned by his thoughts, the front door’s lock clicked.

All heads currently awake whipped towards the door, through which a human woman entered, carrying several grocery bags in her hands. Sans’s face lit up. With quick steps, he strode towards her, the two of them leaning in for a kiss when he reached the woman, both remaining mindful of the baby dozing away in Sans’s arms.

“welcome home, babe,” he whispered against her lips, his eyelights growing fuzzy around the edges.

“Thanks, love,” she answered back, just as softly, her eyes lidding.

Breaking apart, Sans turned to face the other two skeleton monsters, who were gaping at the couple’s open display of affection. He then motioned towards the woman with a tilt of his skull.

“i’d like to introduce you two to frisk. my lovely wife.”

Frisk nodded her head to her guests, greeting them with a bright smile.

“Hi! It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Blue took in her dazzling smile, her silky-looking brown hair, her pretty, light blue dress with purple flowers, and her warm gaze, her eyes the same vibrant gold as her daughter’s.

There was only one thought going through his mind right then.

“WOWZERS...”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sans left the room to go tuck Calibri back in her cot, after which he joined his wife in the kitchen, to help her to put away all of her purchases. When that was done, the couple returned to the living room, both carrying bowls full of nice cream, to share with their temporary guests/housemates.

“Sorry I took so long, dear,” Frisk apologised to Sans, as the two of them snuggled together on the couch. The human leaned into her husband’s side, while he slung an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in closer. “I had to grab a few extra things. Like the nice cream for everyone!” Then she turned her head towards Blue. “And I got you that cereal you like. You know, the one shaped like little stars?”

Blue looked up from his bowl of blueberry-flavoured nice cream, multicoloured sprinkles sticking to his teeth and all around his mouth. His face, and eyelights, lit up.

“OH WOWZERS! THAT ONE’S MY FAVOURITE!! HOW DID YOU KNOW??”

Frisk merely graced him with an enigmatic smile.

“I have my ways.”

Blue stared at her in admiration, his eyelights morphing into stars.

“OOOOO... SO MYSTERIOUS...!” he gushed, voice filled with awe.

Frisk giggled into her hand in response.

When Sans squeezed her shoulder, she turned her attention back to him, and fed him a spoonful of her own chocolate nice cream. His bowl was, somehow, already almost empty. All that remained were traces of ketchup.

Stretch, meanwhile, barely touched his own bowl of nice cream, the flavour of which was lost underneath the heaping helping of honey drizzled on top of it. The lanky skeleton monster was staring into his bowl, a sullen look on his face, only occasionally bringing a spoonful of the frozen desert to his mouth, clearly lost in unpleasant thoughts. Blue kept shooting him worried glances, but it was Frisk who spoke up first.

“Papyrus.” She gave him a kind smile when he dragged his attention away from his musings, and on to her. “Please don’t feel bad about what happened with Calibri. You have plenty of time to make it up to her. I’m certain your friendly Intent will be able to reach her, and she’ll warm up to you.” When Stretch appeared unconvinced, Frisk’s smile softened. “Besides, you still have the chance to make a good first impression on my other children.”

“as well as on my bro’s kids,” Sans added with a wink.

Blue gaped at him, his spoon tumbling from his hand and landing on the floor with a wet splat.

“EHHH!?!? YOUR PAPY HAS KIDS TOO?!?!?!”

Stretch looked even more blindsided by this revelation than his brother.

“this world’s me has- has kids ?” His voice was barely audible, weak and frail as it was with disbelief.

Sans chuckled at their reaction.

“yep. two – a boy, corbel, an’ a little girl, cambria,” he informed them, the warmth in his voice and smile making it obvious how deeply he cared about his niece and nephew.

“They’re away with their parents at the moment, visiting Pap’s in-laws,” Frisk piped up, scooping up another spoonful of nice cream. “But they’ll be back in a couple of days. I’m sure all of them will be delighted to meet you both.”

She raised her spoon to her mouth, but just before she could taste it, Sans beat her to it, darting forward and devouring her chocolate nice cream in one bite. The human woman scowled at her husband in mock anger, although she was unable to prevent the corners of her lips from twitching upwards. Sans winked at her, a shameless grin on his face, before he leaned toward her, simultaneously pulling her closer, and sealed her lips in a kiss, which Frisk readily returned.

Blue’s skull lit up in a bright, cyan blush at witnessing their display, and he brought his hands up to cover his eye sockets. Nevertheless, he kept peeking at the amorous couple through the gaps in his phalanges. Stretch, on the other hand, was staring vacantly into space, his bowl of honey-coated nice cream threatening to fall from his numb hands at any moment.

Upon noticing this, Blue left his seat to go to his younger brother’s side, relieving Stretch of his forgotten bowl, and setting it safely aside. With that out of the way, Blue laid a hand on Stretch’s shoulder, giving it a light shake. Blinking owlishly, with a dazed expression on his face, the taller skeleton finally took notice of his brother. Blue frowned at him, his eyelights glowing dully with concern.

“ARE YOU OKAY, PAPY? YOU SEEM A LITTLE... OUT OF IT.”

Automatically, Stretch forced a smile onto his face.

“nah, i’m fine, bro, no need to worry about me,” he tried to reassure his brother, but Blue only frowned harder at him, clearly not believing his words and unwilling to let the matter drop. Stretch wilted slightly at the look. He fidgeted in his seat, avoiding his older brother’s reproving gaze. “it’s really nothin’... ‘s just... the me of this world... he has kids... and a wife! what if... well what if i mess up again and they hate me?”

“PAPYRUS...” Blue squeezed his younger brother’s shoulder, his face softening with worry. But before he could reassure him, Stretch rushed to continue, his worries spilling out of him like water from a broken dam.

“i already made the other you’s babybone cry! what if the same thing happens with the other me’s kids?” His hands clenched in the fabric of his shorts. “what if i’m not as likeable as this other me? we’re in an alternate universe, where everyone’s personalities are swapped. we’ve seen other dadster, other alphys, and other you... that means that other me’s gonna be cool like you, sans. he’s probably really popular like you. everyone here must love him. no wonder his wife fell in love with him.” He bowed his skull low, his voice lowering to a whisper. “what if she doesn’t like me? what if... what if, in our universe... mine doesn’t like me?”

Blue didn’t hesitate for a second to reject his brother’s pessimistic words.

“THAT’LL NEVER HAPPEN!!” he asserted, tone unyielding, eyelights ablaze with conviction. He grasped Stretch’s shoulders firmly with both hands and fixed him with his intense gaze. “YOU MIGHT NOT BE AS COOL AS ME, AND YOUR FRIEND QUANTITY MIGHT BE A BIT... STAGNANT... BUT YOU’RE STILL MY BROTHER!! AND AS THE BROTHER OF THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, YOU HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE (ALMOST) AS MAGNIFICENT AS ME! AND I WILL, OF COURSE, HELP YOU REACH THAT POTENTIAL! WE JUST NEED TO WORK ON YOUR LAZINESS AND YOUR LAME PRANKS, AND THEN YOU’LL BE BATHING IN A SHOWER OF KISSES BEFORE YOU KNOW IT! MWEH HEH HEH!!”

Moved beyond words, Stretch could only stare at his brother’s confident grin, eye sockets glittering with light, tears beginning to form at the corners. His Soul was fairly buzzing in his rib cage. He truly had the coolest big bro ever.

Blue’s gaze softened, his near-death grip on his brother relaxing into a comforting hold.

“BESIDES... YOU’RE MY BABY BROTHER. NO MATTER WHAT, I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! AND I’LL ALWAYS DO EVERYTHING I CAN TO ENSURE YOUR HAPPINESS. I’LL PROTECT YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS WITH ALL MY SOUL. AND I’LL MAKE SURE YOU’RE NEVER BONE -LY! MWEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!”

Stretch chuckled helplessly along with his brother. If anyone were to ask, he’d say that the tears streaming down his face were from laughing so hard at his brother’s amazing pun.

Across from the skeleton brothers, Sans and Frisk joined in the laughter. They were both relieved that Blue had been able to soothe Stretch’s anxiety. It had been painful for the both of them, Sans especially, to see an alternate version of Papyrus be so visibly overcome by fear and insecurity.

While their own Papyrus was no stranger to such emotions, he was able to hide them just as skilfully as his brother did. A fact which had worried Frisk immensely in the past. Thankfully, both skeleton brothers had moved past such unhealthy coping mechanisms, and were now able to be honest with both each other, and with the rest of their loved ones.

But it seemed that Stretch had yet to reach that point. Nor had he yet mastered his ability to conceal his pain behind a mask. It made Sans wonder just when in the timeline the Underswap pair were from. Certainly much earlier than any of his and his wife’s other unexpected ‘visitors’.

Regardless, the added stress of being trapped, along with his beloved older brother, in an alternate universe, one so different from his own, had clearly only exacerbated Stretch’s worries. Sans vowed to keep a close eye socket on this alternate Papyrus. No matter the universe, he would always look out for his baby bro.

Once everyone had settled down, Frisk cleared her throat, her demeanour becoming serious, as she addressed the Swap brothers.

“I assume Wings has already told you both about the Multiverse and Alternate Universes?”

The two skeletons nodded.

“YEAH. A BIT.” Blue tugged on his bandana, his earlier confidence abandoning him. His smile seemed a little forced. “I DIDN’T QUITE GET EVERYTHING HE SAID, THOUGH... IT-... IT ALL SOUNDS A BIT COMPLICATED, TO BE HONEST. AND INCREDIBLE. IT’S HARD TO WRAP MY SKULL AROUND THERE BEING A NEAR INFINITE NUMBER OF UNIVERSES... SOME COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM ANYTHING I COULD EVER IMAGINE...”

“yeah... it’s a little... overwhelming to think about,” Stretch added in a small voice.

Frisk’s gaze was sympathetic as she regarded the two of them.

“I know it’s a lot to take in. And I know how difficult it is to be stuck in a universe so alien from your own, with no idea when you’ll be able to return home.” She gave them a warm smile. “But you have each other. And you have us. And I promise you two that my family and I will do all we can to make your stay here as comfortable as possible. So please relax, and enjoy your time here, on the Surface, while you can.” She winked at them. “You two will be back home where you belong before you know it.”

Blue and Stretch smiled gratefully at her, the former with a light dusting of blue spreading across his cheekbones.

“THANK YOU, PRINCESS!!” Blue tugged bashfully at his bandana, feeling his Soul flutter at the kindness in the woman’s smile.

“wait.” Stretch frowned. “it sounds like... you’re speaking from personal experience.”

He quirked a browbone at Frisk, gaze probing. Her answering smile was unreadable.

“Back to the matter of Alternate Universes, or AUs as they’re more commonly called,” she continued, effectively dodging Stretch’s unspoken question. “I want you both to know that there are just as many possibilities for how your lives may go, as there are AUs in the Multiverse. Just because something happens in one AU, doesn’t mean it’ll happen in another.”

Stretch sat up straight in his chair when Frisk turned to fix him with a meaningful stare.

“You are not bound by the choices of this universe’s Papyrus. You’re free to make your own choices. Your future isn’t yet decided, and your fate isn’t set in stone. So don’t feel like you have to follow the same path my own Papyrus took. You have options. Including in the domain of love. You don't have to fall in love with the alternate version of my Pap’s wife. Who knows? You may well end up falling for someone else entirely. It all depends on you .”

“that’s right, other pap,” Sans chimed in. His gaze was uncharacteristically serious, his eyelights oddly sharp and intense. “Don’t forget, your choices really do matter.”

Stretch gulped, the weight of their words sinking in, even as another weight lifted off of him. He nodded, then turned away, becoming lost in thought.

Frisk turned towards Blue.

“The same goes for you. You don’t necessarily have to love the Frisk of your world.”

However, despite her reassuring tone, Blue frowned at her.

“BUT WHAT IF... I WANT TO?” he asked, a stubborn edge to his voice. There was no hint of a smile on his face, as he gazed directly into Frisk’s molten gold eyes. “THE MOMENT I LAID EYELIGHTS ON YOU, I FELT A... CONNECTION . A SPARK IN MY SOUL. LIKE... YOU’RE IMPORTANT TO ME. IN A WAY I CAN’T DESCRIBE. I’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE. BUT I WANT TO FEEL MORE OF IT. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT MEANS. I WANT TO EXPLORE THAT FEELING. WITH MY OWN FRISK.”

Then his face fell, his shoulders slumping, sadness written all across his features.

“BUT I CAN’T... MY FRISK IS ALREADY... GONE. I’LL NEVER GET TO KNOW HER. I’LL NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO... TO LOVE HER.”

A beat passed, before Frisk spoke up.

“Not necessarily,” she refuted, tone a little cautious.

Blue’s skull shot up, to stare at her with wide eye sockets.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN??” he pushed, taking an unconscious step forward, hope and hesitation warring across his face.

“If a human is determined enough, their spirit can linger in the realm of the living, even after death,” she explained, her demeanour calm in the face of Blue’s rising excitement. “It would then be possible, if difficult, to construct a suitable vessel to house this lingering spirit, so that the human can, essentially, be resurrected.”

“RE-REALLY?!?!” Blue’s face radiated hope, his whole form nearly vibrating with excitement.

Instead of replying, Frisk tugged at the gold chain around her neck, lifting it up to reveal a gold pocket watch attached to it, which had previously been hidden underneath her dress. Blue squinted at the watch. He could just about make out its metal cover, elaborately decorated with very intricate designs, or perhaps a script written in an unknown language.

While gazing intently at the watch, and without opening it, Frisk once more addressed Blue.

“If you truly wish to pursue this path, then you should speak to your universe’s Undyne,” she advised him. “She’ll be able to help you in this matter.”

Blue beamed at her.

“I WILL!! I PROMISE I’LL DO THAT AS SOON AS WE GET BACK!!” he vowed fiercely. “THANK YOU, FRISK!!”

Frisk smiled at him, tucking the pocket watch back beneath her dress, hiding it from view once again. Stretch, having pulled himself out of his pondering at some point, eyed the action with no small amount of curiosity.

“heya, frisk? what’s up with the watch?”

The human laid a hand on her chest, above where the item in question rested.

“It’s a fob watch, more or less. My mother made it for me, based on the one my father owns. It’s very special to me, so I keep it with me at all times.”

Stretch didn’t seem fully satisfied with her answer, but recognised that the woman wasn’t going to elaborate any further. Blue, however, looked intrigued.

“YOUR MOTHER MADE IT? DO YOU MEAN QUEEN TORIEL??”

Surprise flashed across Frisk’s face, before she burst into laughter. Her husband joined in with his own chuckles. Trying to supress her giggles, Frisk wiped away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“Oh no, no.” She shook her head, her shoulders still lightly shaking with mirth. “I know she acts motherly all the time, but Tori isn’t my mother, she’s just a friend! I was talking about my real mother.” Her laughter subsided, as she folded her hands on her lap. “In this universe, the Monster King and Queen adopted a human named Chara. They’re the human who’s swapped roles with me in your universe. They’re the one who will be your final fallen human.”

Stretch’s gaze sharpened with keen interest at this revelation, while Blue’s eye sockets widened, as he digested this new information. Blue whispered the unfamiliar name to himself under his breath, trying to memorise it, to prepare himself for when he met the human who would one day (hopefully) free him and all monsters, back in his own AU.

Stretch leaned forward in his chair, back hunched and arms resting atop his knees.

“so, uh. what happened to the chara of this universe? if you don’t mind my askin’.”

Sans stilled, his arm tightening around his wife, phalanges digging lightly into the soft flesh of her side. Beside him, Frisk gave Stretch a brittle smile, a sorrowful glint in her eyes.

“She finally found her peace, and chose to let go of this world, entrusting it to me.” Her voice was soft, a gentle melancholy bleeding into it, before her tone became firmer. “But though my Chara may be gone forever, her hopes and dreams live on in me.”

Silence fell upon the room, as Sans held his wife, the both of them oddly solemn, each for their own reasons. The Underswap brothers hesitated over what to say, both feeling awkward in the wake of their host’s sombre words. It was Frisk who eventually broke the silence, shattering the heavy atmosphere.

“Sansy.” She patted her husband’s hand where it rested on her waist. “It’s time to pick up the kids from school.”

Sans spared the clock on the wall a brief glance, before standing up, his hands lingering around his wife for as long as possible.

“huh, so it is.” He leaned down to place a quick peck to his wife’s lips, before backing away. “be back in a sec, babe.”

The skeleton monster then departed the room using one of his shortcuts.

Blue gaped at the clock, shock etched all across his skull.

“WHAT?!?! HOW IS IT THIS LATE ALREADY?? IT HASN’T BEEN THAT LONG HAS IT??”

Stretch had a shrewd look on his face, eye sockets narrowed.

“i’ve noticed that your clock’s been acting weird all this time. the hands keep movin’ at different speeds, sometimes even jumping backwards and forwards, seemingly at random.” He levelled a considering look Frisk’s way. “your, uh, husband said that time in this universe is messed up.”

Frisk nodded her head, before looking away, her gaze distant. She absentmindedly played with the chain around her neck.

“Time doesn’t flow the way it’s supposed to, here,” she murmured. Then, she heaved a deep sigh. “That’s my fault. I made a... rash decision, a long time ago. I tried to fix my mistake as best as I could, but there were some... consequences... unintentional side-effects I could not erase.” The smile she offered the brothers was more a grimace than anything else. “It’s complicated.”

Before either skeleton monster could comment, the front door slammed open, startling the two of them. Their skulls whipped around, just in time to spot two young, seemingly human, children dash into the room. The children made a beeline for the transdimensional travellers, Sans trailing along at a leisurely pace behind them. They both came barrelling to a halt right in front of the Swap brothers, the smaller one almost crashing into the taller one, who caught him just in time.

Blue and Stretch blinked in shock at the new arrivals.

The taller one was a girl of perhaps around eight to nine years old, if Stretch were to guess from his limited knowledge of humans. Her hair was white as bone, her eyes the same light blue as his brother’s eyelights, and her smile was identical to this AU’s Sans’s lazy grin, although the mischief in her eyes gave it a sly, playful edge. The girl snickered at the two brothers.

“It’s so cool that we have new visitors! Heheheh, this is gonna be so fun!”

The smaller kid nodded enthusiastically to the girl’s words. His age was even harder to estimate, given Stretch's lack of information on human children that young. At best, the lanky skeleton assumed the boy to be around four years old, give or take a year. Like the other kid, this one also sported bone-white hair and sky-blue eyes, although the latter were often deeply squinted, like Frisk’s tended to be. Also unlike the other child, this one’s smile was pure and innocent. It reminded Stretch of his brother’s smile, especially when they were babybones.

“Uh-huh! So fun!” the younger child echoed the girl’s words, clapping his hands, his red scarf fluttering behind him.

Sans came up behind the children, placing one hand each on both tiny heads, ruffling their white hair.

“now, now, kiddos, take it easy on the new guys. they’ve only just got here.” He winked at them, his grin widening. “you don’t wanna wear them down to the bone , do ya?”

The two kids giggled at his terrible pun. Blue gaped at the group, aghast, and utterly speechless. Stretch couldn’t help but snicker to himself, though mostly at the appalled expression on his brother’s face.

“Don’t worry Papa.” The girl grinned up at Sans, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m sure they’ll be fine. I can feel it in my bones .”

Cue more laughter from the trio. Blue looked, if possible, even more horrified at the child’s pun. Stretch would’ve been tempted to comfort his brother, if he weren’t bent over with laughter.

When Frisk stepped forward, the children rushed to her side, throwing their arms around her as she bent down to receive their hugs. They mumbled something too muffled to make out, and in response, Frisk pressed a kiss to both of their heads.

“Welcome home, my darlings,” she whispered softly to them, before standing up, keeping her arms around them.

“Other Sans, Other Papyrus,” she nodded to the Underswap brothers, her smile bright and full of love for the children by her side, as Sans came to stand next to her. “I’d like you two to meet our daughter, Elys.” The girl waved at them. “And our son, Arno.” A wave from the boy this time.

Stretch let out a breathless “nyeh”, looking more than a little dazed. His gaze kept going from one child to the other, eye sockets comically wide.

Blue, meanwhile, had recovered from his horror at the truly awful wordplay he’d unwillingly borne witness to, and was once again filled with excitement and wonder. His Soul was thrumming, his bones almost rattling, as his starry eyelights roved over the children, noting each and every similarity they bore to both their parents, and (to his great amazement) to himself.

Just as with their mother, the only thought going through Blue’s mind while looking at his alternate self’s children, was-

“WOWZERS!!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

With the introductions out of the way, the two children immediately swarmed their otherworldly guests, babbling excitedly to each other.

“Woah, Arno look at his outfit!”

“He has armour! Like Uncle Pap!”

“And look at his bandana! It’s so cool!”

“Yeah! It’s so puffy! It looks like bunny ears!”

“Heheh! You’re right Bro, it does!”

Blue tugged self-consciously at his bandana, flattening the ends to look slightly less rabbit-like, while the kids turned their attention to the other skeleton. Stretch froze, eye sockets wide, like a deer in headlights, as the two hybrids began poking and prodding at his clothes.

“Pfft, his hoodie is the same colour as a carrot.”

“It smells really sweet, Sis.”

“Must be from the honey he spilled on it. Ew, sticky, heheh!”

Elys poked at a fresh honey stain, giggling as the sugary substance threatened to glue her fingers together.

Stretch felt like dusting, as a mortified orange blush crept onto his skull. He wished he’d washed his clothes earlier, like his brother constantly nagged him to. He gave a start as the children started digging through his pockets, pulling out his many, many, many joke props.

“Woah! There’s so many , Sis!”

“I know! And there doesn’t seem to be any end to them, either! Are his pockets bottomless?!”

“Endless pockets! Like Papa’s! Hee hee!”

“Hey Bro, think we’re gonna find a quantum physics book in here too?”

“Oooh! Maybe! Let’s look!”

And the two of them all but dived into Stretch’s pockets, shoving their arms in elbow deep.

That was the last straw – Stretch couldn’t bear their rough treatment any longer. Not only was his embarrassment reaching boiling point, but their little hands were digging into his bones and he was feeling uncomfortably ticklish. Any more and he wouldn't be able to contain his laughter. And he absolutely did not want anyone knowing where his weak spots were. He had a strong suspicion these kids wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of that knowledge. It’s what he would do.

“let’s not!” he objected, taking hold of their searching hands and pulling them out of his pockets. “please don’t manhandle the skeleton!”

The two children whined in disappointment, but didn’t otherwise refuse him or protest, and backed away from Stretch obligingly. At the kids’ easy compliance, Stretch breathed a sigh of relief, and bent down to retrieve all of his comedy props, stuffing them all back into his pockets haphazardly.

Blue eyed the piles of joke objects with disgust. He furrowed his brows deeply, wanting to toss out all of his brother’s prank materials, so that they would never be used on him again, but managed to hold himself back. As much as he considered Stretch’s pranks to be the bane of his existence, he would tolerate them, if only for his brother’s sake. He would never take away his younger brother’s fun, no matter how much it came at his (and everyone else’s) expense.

Frisk came up behind her children and placed a hand on their shoulders. She smiled apologetically at the Underswap brothers, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“I’m sorry about my children. They both get so excited when we have interesting new guests! I hope they didn’t upset you two. I know their exuberance can be a bit much if you’re not used to it.”

Elys and Arno tried their best to look suitably contrite, though only Arno managed to pull off the look convincingly. Elys’s grin was still decidedly mischievous, as she and her brother mumbled their apologies to the spatially-and-temporally-displaced skeleton brothers.

Blue waved off their apologies, flashing them a good-natured smile.

“IT’S ALRIGHT FRISK! LITTLE ELYS! LITTLER ARNO! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS UNDERSTANDS!! YOU TWO KIDS COULDN’T HELP BUT BE IN AWE OF MY COOLNESS, AND JUST HAD TO ADMIRE ME FROM UP CLOSE!! I TOTALLY GET IT!! MWEH HEH HEH!!”

Stretch merely shrugged his shoulders, and muttered, “what he said”.

Frisk’s smile softened. She inclined her head towards Blue and Stretch, ignoring the way Elys snickered under her breath with the ease of practice.

“How very kind of you, Other Sans, Other Papyrus. How about we try this again? I think a redo of greetings is in order.” She gently squeezed her daughter’s shoulder in warning. “And this time we’ll all make a good first impression, won’t we?”

“Yes Mama!” her children answered back dutifully, before they each took turns introducing themselves once more.

Elys was first. “I’m Elys, and I’m pleased to meet you two! I can’t wait to get to know you both better.”

Followed by her brother. “I’m Arno! I love hugs and Mama’s cookies! Let’s have lotsa fun together~!”

Frisk carded her fingers through her children’s hair, smiling down at them, affection written all across her face.

Blue beamed at them, then struck a pose, with his gloved fists planted on his hips. Even his bandana seemed to flare up, like a rabbit on full alert.

“MWEH HEH HEH!! IT’S GREAT TO MEET YOU TWO! I AM THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!! RIDDLER EXTRAORDINAIRE! MASTER TACO CHEF! EXPERT FRIEND! FUTURE GUARDSMAN! AND AN ALL ROUND VERY STRONG AND VERY CAPABLE MONSTER!!”

Elys and Arno clapped their hands and Blue preened at their applause.

Then, all heads turned towards Stretch.

The youngest skeleton monster shrunk back as everyone’s attention fell on him. He almost seemed to try to hide behind his brother’s back, despite being twice as tall as him, and gave the kids a timid wave. Sans clicked his tongue at him, and nudged his daughter.

“c’mon kiddo, go show this other pap how we greet new pals here.”

He shot her a sly wink, which she returned, identical wide grins on their faces.

With purposeful steps, Elys approached Stretch and extended her hand towards him.

“C’mon Other Uncle Pap. Let’s be friends! Won’t you shake my hand?”

Stretch felt a tremor go through his Soul at being called ‘uncle’. He stood rooted to the spot, as his Soul trembled lightly.

Blue gave him a reassuring smile and a pat on the back, before moving aside.

“GO ON, PAPY! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO MAKE A GOOD FIRST IMPRESSION ON YOUR NEW FRIEND!!”

The taller skeleton hesitated for a few seconds, before he tentatively stepped away from his brother, and toward Elys. He came to a halt in front of her and straightened up nervously, before abruptly realising that the way he now towered over her might be intimidating for her, and promptly hunched over again. The way his spine curved and his knees bent was a little uncomfortable, but at least he was eye level with the kid.

Elys squinted her eyes at him, smile still firmly in place, and wriggled her fingers at him in invitation.

Stretch gulped, trying to collect himself. He took a moment to make sure that he didn’t have anything hidden up his sleeve this time, before raising a shaky hand to grip the young girl’s.

As soon as his hand tightened around hers, a loud “PFFFFTTTTTT” resounded throughout the room.

For one brief, terrifying, Soul-tearing second, Stretch thought that he’d made the same mistake as before and had just unwittingly pranked another poor, unsuspecting child. He’d messed up again . The kid would hate him. Her family would never forgive him. His brother would be so disappointed in him.

But before panic could truly set in, Elys burst into raucous laughter. Her father’s chuckles soon joined hers. Stretch could only stare dumbly at Elys, as the young hybrid released his hand to lift up hers, showing off the small, pink whoopee cushion grasped in it.

“Heheheh! The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick is always funny! Right, Papa?”

She flashed her father a bright grin. Sans responded with a wink, and reached over to ruffle her hair with a proud smile.

“right you are, kiddo. heh, ya really got him good, elys. nice one,” he praised his daughter, who beamed at him in response.

As the realisation set in that it was Elys who had pranked him , Stretch gradually relaxed, his Soul settling down. He almost sagged with relief. He hadn’t messed up. He’d just fallen victim to the same sort of practical joke that he’d often played on others, especially his brother.

Who also appeared to be laughing, Stretch noticed, as Blue tried vainly to stifle his giggles behind his gloved fists. Even Frisk and the other kid, Arno, were laughing, although the human looked faintly embarrassed at her family’s shenanigans. Her long-suffering look spoke volumes about the frequency of such pranks.

With his earlier worries having fled him, Stretch began snickering as well. That really was a well-executed prank, he had to admit. The kind of prank that he’d have pulled, as a matter of fact. He couldn’t help feeling impressed that someone had actually managed to get one over on him, for the first time since he was a babybone. That was quite a feat.

“your dad’s right, pal. that was a nice prank,” he readily agreed, hands sinking into his pockets. Elys puffed up proudly at his words. Then Stretch leaned forward slightly, a smirk on his face. “but it’ll take more’n that to rattle my bones , heh. i’m a master prankster, squirt.”

Elys’s grin widened, a devious glint entering her eyes.

“Oh? Is that a challenge?”

Stretch’s expression matched hers, his earlier hesitation and nervousness nothing but a distant memory.

“you bet, small fry. lemme show ya how a pro wins a prank war. next time, the joke’s gonna be on you .”

Elys’s grin turned defiant, her blues eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Nuh uh! Make no bones about it, I’m gonna win!”

Stretch snickered as she childishly stuck her tongue out at him. He could feel his normally lacklustre energy and enthusiasm rise to meet hers. He hadn’t felt this motivated in a long time.

“oh ho! our battle will be legendary. i can feel it in my bones, nyeh heh.”

Their banter was abruptly cut short by Blue, who stomped his foot, an incensed look on his skull. His cerulean eyelights gleamed sharply, as they flit between his younger brother and his alternate self’s child.

“NO! STOP!” he ordered, crossing his arms in front of him in the shape of an X. “THOSE WERE TERRIBLE!! AWFUL!! LOW EFFORT!! LAZY PUNS!! YOU TWO NEED TO LEARN TO PUT SOME MORE BACKBONE INTO YOUR JOKES!!!”

There was a beat of silence, before the room dissolved into more laughter. Blue put his hands on his hips, surveying the laughing faces around him with a pleased grin.

Frisk was the first to recover. As her giggles died down, she fell silent and tilted her head, eyes closed and seeming to listen to something.

“It’s Cali’s feeding time again,” she announced, fiddling idly with the gold chain around her neck.

Her husband inclined his skull to her in a nod.

“gotcha, babe. i’ll go fetch the babybone, while you prepare her milk.”

Frisk nodded her affirmative, and the both of them left to accomplish their individual tasks.

Elys shot Stretch a mischievous smirk, which the monster returned. The two looked ready to resume their pun battle, and Blue eyed them suspiciously. Thankfully, Sans returned before either prankster had the chance to test Blue’s patience for bad puns.

Baby Calibri was wide awake, and still in her monster form, golden eyelights darting all about the place as she took in her change of surroundings from within the safety and comfort of her father’s arms. When her siblings dashed towards the two of them, the baby’s eyelights zeroed in on them. Recognising her older siblings, Calibri’s face lit up, and her toothless mouth lifted up into a happy smile.

“Hi Baby Sis,” Elys greeted her, booping the baby’s nasal bone and giggling at her sister’s confused expression, the infant almost going cross-eyed as she tried to look at where Elys had poked her.

“Hiya Baby Sis!” Arno echoed his older sister, lifting himself up onto his tiptoes to gaze at his younger sister. Calibri babbled cheerfully at him, and Arno caught one of her flailing hands in his. His smile was soft as her tiny fingers curled around his.

Blue wanted to coo at how sweet the three of them were being. It melted his Soul to see how strong the bond between the siblings was. He hoped that his future children, if he were lucky enough to have any someday, would be just as close.

Stretch inched towards them with cautious steps, still painfully aware of how poorly his last interaction with Calibri had gone. He dearly hoped to make amends with the baby. However, as soon as she caught sight of him, Calibri’s tiny, skeletal face crumpled into a grimace, and she started whining, her volume steadily increasing. Stretch hastily backpedalled, beads of sweat forming on his bony brow.

But before the baby could launch into a full-blown tantrum, Elys moved to block Stretch from Calibri’s view.

“Hey Cali! Look at me!” Elys covered her face with her hands, “Peak-a-” then lifted her hands away, simultaneously changing into her monster form, as she shouted, “Bone!”

Calibri squealed in delight, her previous upset completely forgotten. Everyone heaved a huge sigh of relief.

With that crisis averted, Blue stared at the now skeletal Elys with star-shaped eyelights.

“WOWZERS!! IT’S SO COOL HOW YOU CAN SWITCH FORMS LIKE THAT!!”

Elys grinned back at him.

“Heheh, thanks, Other Papa!”

Blue’s Soul pulsed at the name, almost thumping against his ribs. His bones rattled with joy, his eye sockets widening and his starry eyelights going fuzzy.

Arno bounced up and down on the tips of his feet, causing his long, red scarf to flap behind him.

“I can do it too!” he asserted, then promptly changed into his monster form as well. “See!”

Blue looked positively giddy.

“WOWZERS!!! YOU BOTH LOOK LIKE LITTLE SKELETON MONSTERS!!!” he gushed, tone full of awe. He was quite literally vibrating with excitement at that point, although he eyed the two elder hybrids’ white hair with curiosity. “EXCEPT FOR THE HAIR. WHY DO YOU TWO STILL HAVE HAIR IN THIS FORM??”

The two small skeletons giggled.

“ ’Cause Mama thinks it’s funny,” Elys answered, Arno nodding his agreement beside her.

Blue nodded his skull in understanding.

“I SEE. THAT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!”

“uh huh,” Stretch agreed, still keeping his distance from Calibri, who was beginning to squirm in her father’s arms, making soft, discontented sounds.

Sans gently rocked his youngest child, shushing her softly.

“easy there, babybone,” he murmured to her. “mama’s gonna be back with your milk any moment now. just gotta be patient.”

Right on cue, Frisk walked into the room, shaking a baby bottle filled with milk.

“Here we are then – warm monster milk for my little angel.”

Stretch raised a browbone at her.

“monster milk? she doesn’t eat human food?” he questioned.

Frisk smiled softly at his query.

“She does. But she’s half monster, so she needs to eat monster food as well as human food,” Frisk patiently explained. “It’s the same for all hybrids. Even when they’re still in their mother’s womb.” She gave the Underswap brothers a meaningful look. “Which is something you two will need to keep in mind, in case you ever have hybrid children of your own.”

Blue and Stretch nodded solemnly at her words. The elder skeleton monster’s expression was particularly serious, as he etched this information into his mind, in preparation for the future he so fervently hoped for. He’d make sure to learn how to expertly cook both human and monster food, so that one day, he could cook something that would make both his wife and their children smile.

Blue was shaken out of his dreams of a bright future, when Sans approached him. The older monster held out his infant daughter invitingly.

“here. wanna feed her, buddy?”

Blue was taken aback by Sans’s offer, and let out an excited gasp.

“REALLY?!?!”

Frisk joined them, stroking her youngest child’s downy head when Calibri reached her hands up towards her.

“Of course,” she assured Blue. “If you want to, that is.”

Blue barely restrained himself from bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

“I DO!! I REALLY DO!!”

Both Frisk and Sans chuckled at his enthusiasm. With careful, measured movements, Sans transferred his baby girl into Blue’s arms for the second time that day. When Calibri was once more secured within Blue’s hold, Frisk held out the baby bottle to Blue, who took it with all the reverence of someone receiving a sacred treasure, instead of a common, glass bottle. After some instruction from the baby’s parents, Blue then placed the clear, silicone teat to Calibri’s mouth, and waited for her to latch onto it, with an expectant look on his skull.

However, Calibri refused. Her brow wrinkled and her now blue eyelights glowed dully, as she repeatedly pushed the teat out of her mouth with her tongue.

Thankfully, Arno was quick to act, as he reached up to grab one of Calibri’s hands, effectively taking her attention off of the weird, annoying stranger trying to feed her, and onto her beloved older brother.

“Cali! Baby Sis! It’s okay!” he cooed to his little sister, who babbled happily back to him, her eyelights returning to their usual bright, molten gold hue. “This Other Papa is really nice. He’s not scary at all! So be a good girl and drink your milk, okay? Mama and Papa said that you need to drink all your milk to grow up big and strong, like them!”

With Calibri suitably distracted by her brother’s presence, she allowed the bottle’s nipple into her mouth and reflexively began suckling it. Blue was mesmerised by the cute, little noises the baby made as she gulped down her milk without fuss.

Arno kept up a steady stream of encouragement the whole time, as his younger sister guzzled down all her milk, her gold eyelights focused on her brother’s warm, familiar smile.

Once the bottle had been emptied, Sans and Frisk explained to Blue how to burp Calibri. The transdimensional traveller was initially appalled by the idea of coaxing a baby into doing something so disgusting, but once he understood the necessity of the action, he was more than willing to comply. He was extremely careful to not put too much force into his pats to the baby’s back, and once Calibri had expelled all of her trapped gas, Blue looked relieved that he’d done his job properly.

He did look to the child’s parents for confirmation, just to be sure.

“You did really well, dear, thank you,” Frisk assured him.

“yup. good job, pal,” Sans concurred, offering him a thumbs up.

“YAY!!” Blue cheered. He then turned to Arno, beaming at him gratefully. “AND THANK YOU, ARNO!! YOU WERE VERY HELPFUL!!”

Arno smiled up at him, head tilted to the side bashfully as he gripped the end of his scarf.

“Aww, you’re welcome, Other Papa. I didn’t do nothin’ special. Mama and Papa taught me to always throw a bone to those who need help.”

Blue was startled by the unexpected pun for a brief moment, before chuckling in surprised delight.

“MWEH HEH HEH! NOW THAT WAS A GOOD PUN!!”

However, Arno only blinked up at him in confusion.

“What was?”

Blue stared at him. Arno stared back, innocently clueless expression plastered all over his face. Sans and Elys both snickered helplessly. It slowly dawned on Blue that the young boy had no idea that he’d just told a pun. Blue was at a loss for words for a few seconds, before finally beaming at Arno in amazement.

“WOWZERS!! YOU’RE A NATURAL, ARNO!! KEEP IT UP, AND YOU’LL EVEN RIVAL MY EXPERT WORDPLAY SOME DAY!!”

Arno still looked clueless as to what he’d done, but that didn’t stop an eager, pleased smile from forming on his face.

“Wowie! Thanks, Other Papa!”

“NO PROBLEM, MWEH!!”

The others all chuckled at their exchange.

In Blue’s arms, Calibri let out a big yawn. She’d finally grown used to being held by this loud, overly excitable, alternate version of her father, and had relaxed enough to fall asleep. With a full belly, she drifted off to sleep, lulled by the voices of her family around her.

Blue gazed, entranced, at the baby’s peaceful expression. Her mouth was slightly open, soft breaths escaping her each time her chest rose and fell. Occasionally, Calibri would twitch in her sleep, or some pleasant dream would cause her to smile unconsciously.

It made something in Blue’s Soul clench, knowing that this innocent, helpless baby, the child of an alternate version of himself , trusted him enough to sleep so soundly in his arms.

As he looked up, he took in the happy smiles on the faces of all the people around him.

The confident, laidback other him, the human woman with the dazzling smile and bewitching eyes, the young girl with the cheeky grin, the younger boy with the innocent smile, and his brother, who had come closer, to stand right beside him without him realising it.

His brother, who had recently started acting strange (well, stranger than usual), although he tried hard to hide it from Blue.

His brother, who now wore a soft, peaceful, contented look on his face. It was a look Blue realised, with a start, that he hadn’t seen for a long time. Too long. Far too long for his baby brother.

Sure, things hadn’t been... the best, back home, what with being trapped Underground, with limited space, no sun, and a growing population... and especially not since what happened to their father, but...

But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t be happy! That his brother couldn’t be happy!

With growing resolve in his Soul, Blue vowed that he and his brother would make the very best of their time in this amazing alternate universe. They’d learn all that they could to prepare themselves for achieving this same outcome in their universe as well. They’d enjoy themselves to the absolute fullest, soaking up the sun, gazing at the stars (the stars! Blue would finally be able to look at real stars !), and spending time with the humans on the Surface.

Blue was determined that the two of them would have the time of their lives here!

The future was looking bright for him and his brother, and Blue had only one thing to say to that:

“WOWZERS!!!”

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I actually have several ideas for some notable events that happen during the Swap bros' stay in this universe, so I'll write a handful of little snippets of their impromptu vacation. Just some of the things they get up to that I find kinda interesting (like meeting the Great Papyrus and his family, can't forget about them!).

I have a couple of other things I'm working on at the moment, so I have no idea which of those is coming up next. I'll just see where inspiration takes me.

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A Broken Heart.

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter 4

Chapter warnings: none.

Chapter summary: You and Lee try and hash things out but there’s more to Lee than meets the eye.

Masterlist

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Chapter 3 // Chapter 5

The drive started off very awkward and completely quiet. You both cleared your throats from time to time to defuse the tension, which didn’t make a lick of a difference. It’d been years since you rode in Lee’s cruiser and the last time you sat in that very seat he’d broken up with you. Your chest heaved at the memory. You still felt the phantom tears against your cheeks when he drove you to your house. Never would you have guessed you’d be right back here at his beck and call. You thought you were stronger than that, clearly not.

You thought Lee’s hold over you had disintegrated a while after you left town, but clearly it hadn’t. He says jump and you say how high. Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of it. He looked over at you which made you look over at him. His eyes were still that piercing blue that always left you speechless. His teeth were just as white as you’d remembered as you watched him toss a piece of candy in his mouth and grin.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, girl?”

You swallowed hard, “Heard you ain’t drinkin’ much these days. That why you’re eatin’ t candy now?”

He scoffed, “How did you get from drinkin’ ta candy? I can’t just have candy for no reason or just because I like the sweet taste on my tongue?” He smirked and suck the piece of candy into his right cheek. You watched him toss it around cheek to cheek before he spoke again, “And who told you that, anyway?”

You followed your arms and turned your gaze out the passenger side window, unable to answer him while watching him seductively eat a piece of candy, “I have my sources and I don’t ever remember you keepin’ a whole fuckin’ bag of candies in your car, is’ll.”

“Fuckin’ Karl.” He mumbled under his breath, trying to stay out of ear shout but you still heard him, “I stopped by Sandy’s on my way in and she gave me the candy, happy?” He asks rhetorically with a hint of sarcasm.

“Elated.” You answer him dryly anyway, “Why’re we goin to Ruby’s when there’re plenty of diners in town and are you even allowed to take the cruiser this far outta town, Bodecker?”

He sighs, “Why so many questions? I feel like I’m being interrogated.” He asks, already knowing the answer. When you’re nervous you can’t stop anything that passes your lips. You don’t like awkward silence and you’ll do anything to not have to sit in it. He always found that kind of annoying but aslo adorable at the same time. Eventually you’d start messing with his pens and steal a piece of his candy.

“Because I don’t trust you and I sure as hell don’t believe that bullshit about us ‘talkin things out so we can live in the same town again.’”

“Well, can you believe that maybe I just wanna catch up?” He asks, becoming a little frustrated.

“Why Ruby’s?” You repeated, stealing a piece of candy as Lee predicted. He missed having you around, he just wished it were under different circumstances.

“Because it’s your favorite.”

“Am I supposed to be flattered or something, that you remember my favorite diner?”

“Okay, you win. I officially regret this.” He sighs, slapping his hand down on the steering wheel. He seems annoyed but not angry. You watch his annoyed expression fall on you as he sighs. For some unknown reason you burst out laughing, leaning against the passenger door.

He laughs, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing it’s just.. you’ve changed so much and yet not at all. I still know every look and every sigh and.. every move you’re gonna make before you even do it. It’s kinda refreshing.. but I still hate you.” You watch his face turn up into a smirk, displaying his gorgeous teeth. He almost looked pained as if he hadn’t smiled in decades.

“God, I missed you.” He admitted, immediately clearing his throat. He didn’t mean to say it aloud but it clearly wasn’t up to him anymore, his heart was speaking for him too. He watched you fiddle with the candy wrapper as you processed what he said.

You could feel his hesitance. Did he really miss you or was it just him trying to make you feel comfortable? You didn’t know how to respond, so all you said was, “Okay.”

Once you got to the diner, Lee rushed you to the back booth. You knew why, of course. Everyone in town seemed to be appalled with your very existence, as if you’d done something. You wondered if they actually knew why they didn’t particularly like you or if they were just following the crowd. Like if one person were to speak on your behalf and say you’re a nice girl if people would treat you differently. You just have to find that one person.

Lee sat across from you in the sparkly red, plush booth, you thought he looked kind of silly, big, professional man in a tiny glittery booth, but you kept that to yourself. The waitress came by and gave you both a menu, taking your drink orders before walking away. You scanned over the many different food items, suddenly remembering you hadn’t had anything to eat all day. It was eight in the morning and all you could think about was the pancakes.

You eyed the pancake special, becoming a bit more giddy than expected and Lee noticed.

“What’re you so happy for?” He asked with a goofy smile of his own.

“Nothing, I just haven’t had breakfast and the thought of pancakes excites me, is’ll.”

Lee chuckled, “You can get whatever you want, doll. It’s on me.”

“Damn right it’s on you. This was your idea.” You remind him just before the waitress comes by with your drinks; two waters and a coffee.

“What’re we havin’?” She asks.

“Just coffee for me and pancakes for this one.” He says with a tilt of his head towards you.

“S’at all?” She asks, both of you nod. She takes your menus and walks away again.

“So, what did you wanna talk about, Bodecker?” You ask, taking a sip of your water.

“First of all, you’re killin’ me with this ‘Bodecker’ and ‘Sheriff’ shit just say my goddamn name.”

“Hmm, remind me what it was again?” You pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your chin.

“Lee!” He’s genuinely annoyed now.

“That’s right. Um, no. I think ‘Bodecker’ and ‘Sheriff’ work just fine, more professional, if you will.” You begin to fidget with the straw in your water, twirling it around in the ice. You didn’t like how this conversation started, you felt suddenly pressured to do something you didn’t wanna do and that made you nervous.

“Why are you bein’ like this?” He asked with a confused expression on his face.

“You wanna know why?” You came on a little stronger than expected as you felt your cheeks heat up. For being the one to cause your awkward situation, you didn’t think Lee would need an explanation. You were a little applaud he’d even ask for one, especially knowing what a touchy subject it is for you.

“Well, if you’re gonna get all pissy, then no.” He put his hands out in protest, giving you a bewildered look, wouldn’t wanna upset the Sheriff, now would we..?

You sighed, “I’m sorry, it’s just- I haven’t said your name once since.. the last time we..” you trailed off.

“’The last time we’ what? What do you mean?”

“Can we just drop it? I wanna talk about how we’re gonna deal with me living in town. You gotta get people to stop ignorin’ me or actin’ like I’m some exotic animal they ain’t never seen before.”

He chuckled, “what do you mean? How they act like you’re ’some exotic animal’?”

“They stare at me in awe, mouths wide open, along with their eyes. You’d think I’m famous or somethin’.”

“Well, I guess in Knockemstiff, you might just be famous.” He grinned.

“Thanks for that. Just put on my tombstone ‘here lies the girl who got dumped by the Sheriff’... that’s my legacy.” You fade off, thinking of how tragic that actually sounded. You suddenly felt a burning in your chest. Your anger was building and you knew just who to let it out on.

“No, that’s not your lega-“

“Why me, huh?” You ask before letting him finish. “Outta all the girls to torment, why me?”

“Because I loved you.” He said with glossy eyes as if he’d wanted to say that to you in particular for so long.

“You sure as shit coulda fooled me. I’ve wasted a lot of time on you, Bodecker. I mean when we dated and after we broke up. I was a mess and the only person to make it better was you and.. and you never showed up.”

“You don’t think I wanted to?” He asked, losing his temp on you.

“No, I don’t, not because you loved me, anyway. If anything you only would’ve showed up as a way to forgive yourself.”

He scoffed, “How could you possibly think that?”

“Because.. you gave up on caring about me and my feeling the second you chose her. The second you agreed to be with her, behind my back, and dump me, is the second you lost the privilege of being my person.”

“If I could go back in time and undo what I did, I would. I’m sorry, y/n. I really am.”

“For what? For what you did or for how it turned out?”

He sighed, “Both.”

“I know you’re miserable and I know you don’t love her. So, did you really give up on us because you were power hungry? Being Sheriff meant more to you than our future together?” Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Yes, but I regretted it the second I saw the first tear you cried that day. I wanted nothin’ more than to take it back, say I was jokin’ or somethin’ but I couldn’t. The look you gave me in that moment.. I knew I’d already lost you. And yes, I think about where we’d be if I didn’t completely ruin us.” He faded off as he told you the daydreams that never leave his mind, “I picture us renovating your momma’s house, puttin’ up a white picket fence, havin’ a couple babies on your hips, my babies. Everyday I imagine it’s you I drive home to, not Laura-Jean. Sometimes I just picture you sittin’ on the porch with me on a hot day drinkin’ your momma’s famous sweet tea. And if I close my eyes I can see you laughin’ and with sun shinin’ right down on you, kissin’ your beautiful skin.”

You look around awkwardly, trying so hard not to make eye contact. If you make eye contact you’re done for, he might as well take you out of the diner that second because you’re good as fucked. You wanted to believe every word Lee said, you wanted to chop them up and eat them with your pancakes, but you can’t. He did you so wrong in the past that you just don’t think you’ll ever believe him or trust him in the future.

Lee looked at you pained but you couldn’t see it.Your eyes counted the speckled dots on the table in front of you, desperate not to look up, until. “Y/n, look at me.” And you did. Why did you look up? “You loved me in a way no one ever had and I fucked it up. I’m truly, deeply sorry for that, y/n. Whether I’m sayin’ it more for me or you, I don’t know but just know that I live with this mistake everyday of my miserable life. But, hey, at least I’m the Sheriff right?” He joke, giving you a sad smirk.

The sadness in his blue eyes made you want to crumble, get up from your seat and wrap him in your arms, but you don’t. All you can think about is how he reacted when you wore the same except look.

“Yeah, at least you got what you wanted, besides the picket fence and two healthy boys to call your own, and me. Happily married and sun kissed” You brushed it off as if his daydreams of you being married with children meant nothing to you, when really your entire body was buzzing. “And, just so you know, I’m way past needing to hear your apology. Right now I wanna eat my pancakes and work this shit out. Being gawked at like an exotic animal has gotten old. I’d like to be invisible again.”

He gave you a weak smile, “Okay.”

“Alright, here’s your pancakes and syrup. Can I get you anything else?” The waitress asked after handing you the warm plate of pancakes.

“You chocolate milkshake for the road, Doll.” He smiled up at, making you miss the loving smile he used to give you.

“Comin right up, enjoy.”

You talked, well, Lee talked while you ate and came up with a plan. Anytime he heard someone in town gossiping or spreading rumors he would interfere and steer the conversation in another direction. He said he couldn’t exactly defend you because it would look bad, especially during the campaign season and word would get back to Laura-Jean.

“Has she asked you not to talk to me yet?” You asked, stuffing your face with the last bite of pancakes.

“How’d you know?” He wondered.

“I was her best friend for 15 years, I know how she is.”

“You know about her crush on me when we was datin’?”

“Nope.”

“I can’t believe you never saw it. I knew she liked me before I knew you liked me.” He admitted.

You felt a blush creep across your cheeks, “Why not date her then? Woulda saved us a lot of heartache, don’t ya think?” You grinned but felt the pit in your stomach expand, again.

“Girl, I knew I loved you the second you said my name. That’s why I wanna hear you say it so badly. It sounds so sweet comin’ from your lips.”

You cleared your throat, desperately trying not to fall for his games, “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Sayin’ your name is like a sin to me.”

“You never minded sinnin’ a little when you were with me, what changed?”

“Check please!” You motioned for the waitress. “I’m not feeding into this, Bodecker. I’ve played your mind games and I lost. You just worry about gettin’ everyone off my back and Laura-Jean won’t ever hear of us speakin’ or seein’ each other again, because we won’t be doin’ either.”

“You’re no fun.” He frowned.

“I used to be and look where it got me; Heartbroken and alone.” The waitress brought the check and the chocolate milkshake to go, “I’ll be in the car.” You said before standing from the booth and leaving the Diner.

The car was locked when you got there, so you stood and waited, twirling the straw around in the shake. You could help but think about Lee. How could he be so nonchalant about your past relationship?

Yours and Lee’s relationship meant everything to you. He was your first serious boyfriend and the love of your life. You felt like that meant nothing to him. Like you were some chick he had on the side for those 3 years y’all dated.

You sighed, taking a sip of your milkshake. Even with how angry he makes you, your mind slips away to the daydreams he has about you. He pictured y’all being married, which was no surprise to you because you guys talked about getting married all the time when you dated.

You closed your eyes, picturing it all. Two rowdy, little boys playing in the front yard, Lee sitting next to you on the porch swing with his arm wrapped around your waist. You could hear his boyish life ringing in your ears.

You were so lost in the daydream you hadn’t heard Lee walk up. You didn’t even know he was near you until you smelled his familiar musk and felt his hand touch your waist. Now you knew he was close, but before you could even think to open your eyes, Lee gently pressed his lips to yours in a quick peck, resting his forehead against yours when he pulled away. You hadn’t reacted the way you thought. You thought you’d recoil, spit in his face or throw your milkshake in his face. Instead, you felt the milkshake slip from your fingers, falling to the dusty ground as you grabbed his face, bringing him in for another kiss.

This kiss was deeper. You both felt every emotion you’d had bottled up for so long. Every tear that you shed and every crack in your heart was being mended just by the feel of his lips. You missed the feel of his freshly shaved, aftershave covered skin against your hands, the feel of his lips and how ridiculously plump and pink they were, or the little grunts he makes when you scratch at the nape of his neck.

You felt his protruding belly press against yours, pinning you up against the cruiser. The kiss became deeper once his tongue entered your mouth, causing you both to moan at the familiar tastes you both shared.

“T-take me home.” You pant against his lips.

“I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go.”

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