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sillylittleguytm · 10 months ago

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I Wanna Get You Back

Terzo x gn!reader

Summary: Terzo has a hard time adjusting to life since being fired by the clergy.

Warnings: Angst, hints of low self-esteem, grief, my inexperience with writing angst

Words: 2.3k

A/N: This was totally inspired by the song One Way Mirror by Ricky Montgomery. Also, a serious thanks to everyone who enjoyed the last one, y'all had me giggling and kicking my feet. I decided to try my hand at angst since I only ever write fluff. So yeah, hopefully this is enjoyable.

The weeks following Terzo's return from a tour were usually euphoric. The man that you love would finally return to your side in need of much rest, much love, and much relief that only you could provide him. And you would do so gladly. This time was different.

Upon the bus's arrival, you were met with a very different sight. Omega had pulled you to the side and explained the situation. The devastation, the anguish Terzo was feeling over losing his position in such a public and humiliating manner. To be pulled off stage at the end of the performance- it made you livid for him. Could it not have waited? Could he not have been given the courtesy of privacy when he had been informed of his demotion?

You spent that night comforting Terzo, reassuring him that he was an excellent Papa, an outstanding performer, and a superb leader. But most of all, he needed to know that you wouldn't leave him. If he no longer had the power and status of Papa, surely you'd view him as a failure. What reason could you possibly have for staying with him? You were quick to hush those thoughts, cradling his head to your chest while you whisper words of praise and softly kiss the top of his head.

The weeks after that were not any easier. Terzo's humiliation turned into bitterness and anger and there were many occasions where he would snap at you even though you were just trying to help. But you tried to remain understanding and not take his hurtful words to heart. He was going through an extremely rough time, going from having everything to what felt like having nothing. And he had you through every step of the way. Terzo was grateful even if he didn't show it.

But soon, Terzo would begin to distance himself. He brushes off the help his brothers attempt to offer, be it with their company or words of advice. He doesn't want either of them to bother him. On top of that, Terzo tries to move away from you. It hurts, but once again, you try to be understanding. Although, it does get concerning when he locks himself in his room for days on end, so you help him by bringing him meals, dropping reassurances as you do in case he needs to hear them.

You knock on the door of his chamber, his warm plate of food in hand. "Terzo, it's me. I have your dinner."

You're left standing for a long while before Terzo finally makes it to the door, visibly disheveled. It was saddening to see someone usually so confident and comfortable with himself so depressed and far gone that he was unable to find the motivation to take care of himself. His hair, now beginning to grey, was completely tousled. He's still wearing the clothes he wore days ago and has not showered.

"Mind if I come in?" You ask, holding the plate out to him. Terzo simply grunts, taking the plate and walking inside, leaving the door open for you.

As you enter, you see the other two meals you had brought him that day almost completely untouched. You sigh and approach his now sitting form.

"Love, you need to eat." You say gently, rubbing his shoulder softly. Terzo scoffs, jerking away from your touch.

"I am not hungry." Terzo states defiantly. "Besides, I never asked for you to bring me anything."

A frown settles on your face when he says this. He had never been this resistant to help before.

"I know, but you aren't going to feed yourself otherwise." You sigh. "Please, just a few bites? I'll feed you if I have to." You joke, trying to get him to lighten up. It has the exact opposite effect. Terzo stands, a scowl on his face.

"That's how you see me, eh? A- A worthless idiota who can't even feed himself?" He questions, more hurt by your offer than amused.

"I never said that. It's not that I think that you can't care for yourself. You just won't take care of yourself." You defend. Why he is so upset, you don't know. All you are doing is trying to help. Why couldn't he understand that?

Terzo scoffs and rolls his eyes. "You didn't say it but I know you think it. You treat me like a child! A petulant child!" He says, raising his voice.

Terzo's yelling alarms you. In all of the disagreements you've had, he's never once raised his voice at you so unapologetically. His eyes do not soften and his teeth remain gritted in bitter rage.

"Well, that's how you're acting!" You shout back without thinking. Immediately, you regret it, not wanting to fuel his fire. You sigh, trying to deescalate the situation. "Love, I'm just trying to help you. I know losing your position has been hard-"

"You do not know! You have no idea how hard it's been. I worked so hard just to lose everything the moment the clergy started to doubt me." Terzo roars. He storms over to the table where his glass of whiskey lies.

"You did not lose everything. You lost your title, yes, but you still have your brothers. You still have your friends, a spot within the ministry. You still have me." You attempt to reason with him. Despite what he's going through right now, he's got a support system that you wish he would use.

"And what's that worth, eh?" Terzo downs more of his whiskey. "I can no longer perform, and what else am I good for?"

"Don't say that." You shake your head and step closer to him, ignoring the pain of him brushing off your importance in his life. "You know you're so much more than your performance on stage."

"Bullshit! You wouldn't have even glanced at me if I hadn't become Papa!"

You stare at him in disbelief. You love and care about him so much. You've been there for him through everything, and yet he believes that it was his power and status that drew you in. If you had known him before, you would have fallen for him just the same.

"You really think I'm that shallow? I love you, Terzo. Not Papa Emeritus III, but you. I always have and I always will. The world won't end because you're not Papa anymore. We will not end because you're not Papa anymore." You step forward, taking his hands in yours. Terzo frowns and avoids your gaze.

"Do not lie to my face." He grumbles, trying to take his hands back. Your hold tightens as you desperately try to get through to him.

"I'm not lying, I swear. What do I have to do to prove that to you?"

"Nothing! Just- Just leave!" Terzo says sternly, his eyes, fiery with anger, trained on yours.

"W-What? Terzo, please, just let me or your brothers help-"

"Leave. I'd be better off without you." The words pain him as they leave his mouth. This is for the best, he reminds himself. He's just sparing himself the pain for when you would eventually decide to leave him when you realize that you deserve better. You deserve the best, and he believes that he is not the one that can give you that. This mantra doesn't dull the ache in his heart, however.

His assertion completely destroys you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you process this statement. Terzo was so resistant to your help that he was pushing you out of his life entirely. It broke you. You solemnly nod, letting go of his hands. "Fine. If that's really what you want."

Terzo doesn't answer, breaking you down fully to tears. You withdraw yourself from his chamber, shutting the door quietly on your way out.

Terzo stares at the door, his lip quivering. Your tears break his heart and he begins to question himself, wondering if he made the right choice. You seem genuinely upset. Too upset to be faking your affection for him...

Shaking his head to clear these hopeful and foolish thoughts, Terzo sits back down in his chair, looking down at the food you left him. He thinks about the effort you put in to bring him the food, the care you must feel for him to push through the bitter and snappy exterior he's put up since returning from this tour. He really doesn't deserve you. He's known it the whole time, but he enjoyed your presence in his life too much to let you go. As Papa, he could spoil you with endless gift and devotion. But he could not provide that anymore. He had been selfish, hogging your affections. Finally, he did as he feels he should have long ago. Terzo doesn't feel any better- there is no relief or sense of righteousness. There is only pain and emptiness. Now that he's gone and done it, it doesn't feel like the right thing. He's lost a piece of him that he's not sure he can get back.

Over the course of a sleepless night, Terzo realizes just how big of a mistake he made telling you to leave. He didn't realize how much of a difference it made just to have someone care enough to check up on him, even if he was in a sour mood. Your sweet kisses, your gentle touch, your soft praises- he's not sure that he can live without it. He was ungrateful and selfish, which cost him the greatest thing he had in his life- you.

There's a reflection in the mirror that Terzo does not recognize. His face is bare, which is a huge change in itself. The wrinkles and the exhaustion were fully on display now that he couldn't hide behind his paints. His eyes hyperfocus on the greys popping up in his hair now that he's lost motivation to dye it. He remembers the moments where you would reassure him that the grey hairs made him even more attractive to you while you would press sweet kisses to his temple. The sound of your laugh haunts him. What he wouldn't give just to hear it again. Your laughter has become scarce since his return to the ministry. He's treated you so poorly as of late, and he needs to make that up to you.

The next day, Terzo is dead on his feet. He had been thinking about and regretting his actions the entire night. He also thought hard about your words. While he was still deeply saddened by losing his position, you were correct in that he had you and his brothers and it wouldn't be the end of the world if he had just let them in. Reluctantly, Terzo changes his clothes and brushes both his hair and teeth. It's the bare minimum, but it's more than he's been able to manage as of late. Then, he makes his way to your quarters.

A knock at the door pulls you out of your own slump. You too have been thinking about Terzo non-stop. With a sigh, you get up to answer the door. You hope it's Terzo, but after yesterday, it seems highly unlikely. But to your delight, it is.

He stands awkwardly in front of the door, fidgeting with his robe and gazing down at the floor, as if too guilty to make eye contact. Terzo looks up with a sheepish expression as he hears the door open. "Tesoro, I know you probably don't want to see me right now-"

"No, no, no. Come on in." You say eagerly. As much as he had hurt you yesterday, you were eager to make amends. His condition had improved at least a little bit and it made you hopeful. Surprised, Terzo enters the room. He looks around the familiar space and notes that it's in much better shape than his own room at the moment. Then, he turns to face you.

"Tesoro." Terzo begins nervously. "I am so sorry for my outburst. The truth is I would not be better off without you. I was... protecting myself, in a way."

You smile softly at the apology, but a hint of confusion creeps over your features. "Protecting yourself? What do you mean?"

Terzo sighs and steps closer to you, taking you hands in his, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumbs softly.

"I was paranoid. I've always had this little voice in the back of my head telling me that this is too good to be true. That you'd end up using me and leaving me." Terzo admits. "Not that I truly believe you would do that to me, stellina. I've just never been loved so genuinely. It's hard to believe that someone would involve themself with me without ulterior motives."

You remove your hands from his and trail them up his arms, shoulders, and neck until you gently cup his face. "I do love you and I always will. I will spend the rest of time proving that to you."

Terzo's arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against him. He truly missed having you this close to him. In your arms, the misery and insecurity he felt leading up to this moment instantly vanished. Slowly, he leans in to kiss you. It's soft and tender, your lips molding together as if they were made for each other. He clings to you tightly, unable to bear the thought of being apart from you again.

Terzo pulls away, lips parted and expression warm. "I'm yours, tesoro. Forevermore."

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Translations:

"Idiota"- Idiot

"Tesoro"- Treasure

"Stellina"- Little star

A/N: I've found myself very motivated to write and have multiple things planned that I hope to get done as soon as time allows. Thanks to anyone reading this, I deeply appreciate it :)

#papa emeritus x reader #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #papa terzo #the band ghost

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genshincreatorau · 1 year ago

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The Beginning or The End

【summary】 — Waking up in the world of Genshin Impact you find yourself face to face with a familiar character, and they're calling you the Creator. confusing as it is, you're here to stay it would seem.

【contains】 — . suggested amnesia . religious themes .

【characters】 — Nahida

【relationships】 — none, this is just the introduction of the series

after waking up for what would feel like the first time, you're sure to take a while to process your surroundings. things might seem unfamiliar and foreign. such a deep sleep that things just don't seem to make any sense.

but as your eyes adjust to the light, the cold hard open space around you continues to be unrecognizable. in an isolated chamber, upon a suspended platform. sat on a smooth stone altar. soft green light illuminating the ground where you laid. a narrow stone bridge being the only way out of this chamber.

deciding to get up and look over the edge, you'd taken no less then three steps forward before your legs gave out. the sound of your knees hitting the ground echos through the room as you feel a spike of pain from the impact.

there was no time to get back up however as you got startled when the large doors to the chambers were pushed open, and standing there was the small form of an all too familiar face

"Nahida" the name left your mouth before you'd even realized you spoke. you were so confused.

her face seemed to light up as her eyes settled on your form. excitedly she moved closer, crossing the bridge with great ease despite her short legs

"your grace! you're already awake. I'm so sorry I wasn't here in time."

her voice was so soft and bubbly, the way she pronounced her words was just as you remember hearing. spoken with intention as if to avoid stumbling over them, you would have mistaken her for a child if it wasn't for the time you spent watching the traveler interact with and assist the tiny Archon.

her hand had been outstretched for you to take, left unnoticed as you stared at her in a daze. only with the mention of your name did you snap back to the moment as your eyes focused back on Nahida. a new question burning in your mind as you felt your stomach drop

"...how do you know my name?"

that wasn't the name of the traveler, not even the name you had given them either, it was YOUR name.

"ah- you had gave me your name before, so i thought it would be alright for me to use it. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I can just call you by 'your grace' if that's what you'd like?"

"no- no...i mean, HOW do you know it- know me-"

she seemed to realize something, the smile leaving her face as she spoke carefully, a hint of nervousness coming through in her words with the hesitation to ask

"do you...not remember?"

it was so vague, did you not remember what? did she know you? you'd never thought of the possibility that just as you knew about the people of Teyvat, that they could also know about you.

the silence was deafening and the lack of certainty seemed to give her the answer she was looking for.

a tiny hand reached down to gently take hold of your own. she paused there for just a moment as if to give you the option to pull away before she started to help you up off your feet.

"this must be awfully confusing to you, your grace. but don't you worry. any knowledge you may have lost during your slumber I'm sure we can help you regain."

as she gives you her reassurance, you're walked out of the room. you've been given very little time to process any of this.

"Teyvat has been eagerly awaiting you"

before you can question what she means, you've arrive outside. she lets go of your hand while you take a few more steps forward. the sight before you left you speechless. you were stood on top of the largest tree in Sumeru, above the Akademiya. at The Sanctuary of Surasthana.

the view was breathtaking, and for the first time since you woke up did you realize

"this is real..."

Nahida smiled as she walked up next to you, looking up your amazed expression. the joy she felt at your admiration of her nation was palpable.

"as I said, your grace. the people have been eager to see you. and Teyvat has been awaiting it's Creator"

the distinction she made between the people and the land was a bit confusing, that was until you felt the wind, softly blowing through your hair. it seemed to gather up around you, creating a small whirl wind where you stood. Nahida stood back a bit. somehow, you understood.

it felt welcoming, familiar in a way you just couldn't describe. it felt like the wind was happy, playful. you couldn't help but laugh as it all seemed so fantastical.

Nahida seemed to join in your laughter, watching you get pushed around by the wind. her heart warmed at your smile. any hint of doubt she had felt, vanished the moment Teyvat had acknowledged you.

you truly we're the Creator.

the winds calmed down after a while, leaving you a bit more disheveled then before. your laughter carried out by the wind, to flow through the air. everything seemed so surreal. and as you considered Nahida's words, it finally dawned on you.

"wait...Creator?"

【notes】 — and that's that! my first piece of writing for the Creator AU. it migh have a slightly different spin to it then the usual stuff i see posted about this AU, so hopefully you can catch on to the little nuances I placed in there. much is left to be know about our darling creator and the only way to figure it out is if we forge ahead, into this new life in Teyvat

#genshin fanfic #genshin creator au #genshin impact #nahida #genshin

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valenthewhore · 2 years ago

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Love Languages with (Nightwing & Red Hood)

FT: GN!Reader

Fandom: DC Animated Universe

Rating: SFW (Fluff)

Nightwing/ Dick Grayson:

Gives: Physical Touch/Words of affirmation

Dick has no qualms with showing his love to you out and very proud, without hesitation, even if you are in a public place he'd had his hands on you. Either tagging along loosely around your hips. Draped over your shoulder as you're in the grocery store. Even kisses on the cheek in public is no shy matter to him. For your sake, and to save him from embarrassment from the Batfam, he'd hold off other stuff for a more private time.

He's not shy with his words either, the whispered I Love You's first thing in the morning. The never ending compliments and praises he'd sing to you in the morning as you're getting ready for an average day at work, no special occasion. On the few nights where you'd get to go out have a nice dinner, play dress up for a little, all hell would break loose. He'd call you all sorts of synonyms of beautiful you'd think he looked it up prior. He'd admire you in all your greatness, and would end the night with something along the lines of, "I love you so much, I don't know what I could have done to deserve someone like you. You are the shinning star in my night, and I wouldn't trade you for anything in this world" he's a romantic what can I say?

Receives: Physical Touch/Quality Time

As soon as you had found out his secret identity I definitely imagine it going one of three ways: You don't accept it and distance yourself for a while, You don't accept it but you can respect it, You do accept it and things stay pretty much normal for the most part but all three always end in the same way. With him holding you much more closer to him scared he might lose you. Whether to villains or to you leaving him. No matter which he hates both of them just as much. Especially on nights when things get really bad for him, mentally or physically, he'd be there by your side pulling you in close, or you holding him tightly in silence acknowledging each other's pain on the tricky situation.

He hates leaving for missions because it'd take him apart for you from unknown periods amounts of time. It makes him antsy but between being Nightwing, occasionally overseeing the titans, and doing his part to uphold Bruce's secret identity in case of an emergency, his time in Gotham as just your partner is limited. So of course being the smart one in the relationship, you make some adjustments to his schedule for him. Oh you just happen to be passing by his night watch post? What a coincidence you happen to bring take out for dinner as well! Oh looks like you ordered way too much for just you to eat alone? Well looks like the great Nightwing would just have to save you from a bloated stomach incident. "Coincidences" like that have become such a normal it bothers Nightwing that criminals may catch on and begin to target you, but yet he cherishes these moments so much too much to let it go so easily.

Red Hood/Jason Todd:

Gives: Acts of Service/ Gifts

Jason has issues (and I love him for that) words were never really his strong suit, he'd much rather do something for you than spill out a dictionary of compliments your way that sounds so incredibly forced coming from him. He has no trouble making sure you get up on time for work right before he slips out at for his "extracurriculars". Making you a fit and healthy breakfast if he has the time. Even though he is an elusive vigilante, he never fails to make sure by the time you get home, your bed is made for you, Pj's are set out, and dinner is prepped. If he has the time to spare, he'd stay for a dinner and a movie. If you are having a particularly bad day or even week depending on how long he's been gone he'd treat you like royalty. He'd run a nice warm bath for you, carry you in his arms, wash your hair intently, he'd even go as far as to give you a massage bundle you up with your favorite comfort food/item and just stay with you till you felt better.

Now when I say gifts, I don't mean expensive bs, no no no. I mean the most random-est things he could get his hands on, at least they'd feel random to you but to him they are always things you had mentioned you needing/wanting/or was just nonchalantly craving. It would make it 10x better he'd always give it to you at the wrong time that you'd probably already gotten one for yourself or even forgot you mentioned it in the first place. But nonetheless you love and appreciate the effort. Like just imagine you had maybe spilled something on the table and had run out of paper towels just as he was leaving for the night. He'd return maybe two days letter with a brand new roll of paper towels which would only make you snicker cause you had long since cleaned the mess.

Receives: Physical Touch/Quality Time

The first time you hugged him completely shattered his world. it was like the little pieces in his messed up puzzles had fallen right before his eyes without anytime to react to put it back together. He instantly melted in you embrace holding you so tight you had to tap out. Now it's almost like clock work. At the slightest inconvenience he's at your door, and by the end of the night your arms are asleep. Your first kiss was similar, it was like on impulse you just kissed him, it wasn't even a a kiss really, it was more of a peck on the lips but now it's like he can't go a day without a kiss from you.

On his worst days, or when the intrusive thoughts get too much he just likes to sit and think. Not cook, not sleep, not seek therapy apparently. But rather just sit and think. And once you noticed this pattern you'd sit with him, not saying much, just being in his general area doing your own thing around him. If he's in the sitting room, you'd put the TV on low, pull out a hobby and just sit beside him. It means so much to him, he knows he's not alone, but to have a physical representation of that while he's such in a bad place helps his mood so much.

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sorceress-queen · 2 years ago

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Arthur x Morgana [ArMor]

This stems from how we regrettably haven't seen them dance in BBCM (we were robbed) and also kinda based on this post. So ArMor dancing & bantering as usual. Also sprinkle of jealous Arthur as a treat (and threat to whoever shows interest in Morgana) 😘. Plus they do more than dance at the end ;).

Morgana is chattering with a couple ladies from court across from him. He has taken to standing in a semi-private corner for the time being, he wants to be alone with his thoughts; that is until he sees Morgana head his way. All of his thoughts of her dresses, of whichever knights he will need to train with the next day disappear as he gets drawn into her orbit.

"It's not like you to brood in a corner. Which of the ladies refused you?" She starts with her teasing words, her eyes sparkle in the candlelight.

"Very funny, Morgana." He huffs and takes the offered goblet from her hand to take a sip from the wine. "If you want to know, I was thinking."

"Thinking?" She furrows her brows at him. "Now, that's truly unlike you, Arthur. Let me fetch Gaius for you." She offers and giggles softly with her hand on his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at her, although he finds her playful jabs to be a better alternative than her knowing the thoughts that swirled in his head about her and her pretty dresses.

"But honestly, is there something wrong?" She turns serious in an instant when he doesn't give a retort of his own.

"No, nothing is wrong. Like I said I was thinking." He repeats wanting nothing more than for their conversation, well, her interrogation to come to a close.

"Thinking of what? Maybe I can help you if it's a problem you have been thinking of?" Morgana offers and he can't help but smile at her, of course she offers her services to help him.

"No, I was merely thinking of who I have to train tomorrow." He clarifies and hopes that it is enough, that she doesn't ask about what else.

"Ah, if they will be able to stand." She chuckles as she inclines in the direction of merry drinking knights.

He lets out a laugh at that and is about to say something back to her when he spots a nobleman approaching. He glances down at Morgana who hasn't spotted the man yet and then he makes a split second decision that make butterflies flutter in his stomach.

"We could dance while we are able to do so." He takes her goblet away and sets it down next to his before he offers her his arm.

"Alright," she nods and wraps her arm around his own. "but only if you tell me the reason why you want to dance. It's not like you either." Morgana adjusts her hold on his arm as they head towards the other dancing people.

"I didn't think you'd want to listen to an old Lord's mumbling." He whispers next to her ear as he gently turns her in the direction of who he means.

"No, I do not want to. But what makes you think I want to listen to yours?" She turns back and takes his hand in her own while her other hand moves to his shoulder; ready to follow through with their dance now that she has her answer.

"Because you happen to like me and you do delight in our banter." He smirks down at her while he twirls her around.

"Hah," she scoffs at him, feeling her cheeks heat up when he pulls her back against him, the insult getting stuck in her throat as they stare at each other while dancing. "Cat got your tongue, Morgana?" Arthur teases her between steps.

"No, I was just too stunned by the stupidity of your words." She huffs at him, eyes blazing with fury that puts some credibility in her words if Arthur didn't know her better than he does. His quip is ruined by the loud applause of the crowd as the dance comes to an end and another begins, a circle dance this time that tears Morgana from his arms and into that of another.

While he does his best to be polite with the women he gets paired with, lest he has to face a lecture from his Father, his eyes do not leave Morgana weaving through the other dancers with her head tilted back in laughter at whatever the man next to her said.

He clenches his jaw and shoots daggers with his eyes in the direction of the man, losing Morgana's slender form in the process, the next time his eyes find her she is dancing closer to him; his heart skips a beat at the realisation that soon he will have her in his arms again and this time he does not intend to let her go.

"My champion," she says with a twinkle in her green eyes when she is back in his hold, happy that she got the last word in their squabble from earlier that he has almost forgotten now that he can feel the warmth of her body against his.

"My lady," he bows his head and chuckles as he decides to get them out of the dance before they have to switch partners again. He pulls her into another abandoned corner.

"Arthur," she murmurs as her hands slide up his chest and around his neck, her lips curling up into a smirk that lets him know that she is about to quip something smart at him, but he is not in the mood for her games, not after witnessing her tease and laugh along with others.

"Morgana," he reaches out a hand to tilt her chin up while he leans down to kiss her, gentle enough to let her pull away if she wants to, but with enough intent that she knows he means it, that he wants her so desperately that he would do anything for her.

"Arthur," she says his name again, this time with her lips against his own, in a tone that he has never heard her use before, but Lord if he doesn't want to hear his name leave her mouth like that again, soft and breathless and filled with need.

This time he is the one who wants to say something but gets silenced by a kiss, by her kiss. His hand trails down from her face to hold her by the waist while her fingers curl in his blond hair, the more passionate the kiss gets, the more lost in each other, the more desperate their hold on each other becomes, the outside world seems to matter less and less.

#arthur x morgana #ArMor #the lady and the champion #morgana x arthur #//this has been in my drafts for a while I got stuck at some point but here it is finally 🥰

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toiletwipes · 3 years ago

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DECODE

"How did we get here? When I used to know you so well?"

On my own (I'm screaming, I love you so)

On my own (but my thoughts you can't decode)

Summary: After being Wilbur's partner in arms and love, and after L'manburg's untimely end, by his doing no less, you leave the area and begin again. However, Fate has never been so cruel lately. Wilbur gets revived and you only find out after he shows up on your doorstep.

~3.7k words.

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You're just trying to live your life, building a home and working on your little garden, taking the time to read about potion making. Just taking the time to live. After the countless wars, the countries that fell just as tragically as it was built, you were done with the blood and the fighting and everything that came with it.

You missed your lover, having been in the resistance and trying to help him anyway you could. But it wasn't enough, it would never have been enough. He still blew the nation to kingdom come, the country he died for and was exiled from.

You didn't want to relive any of that, so, saying goodbye to your friends you left the area. And on the outskirts of the server, you built your life. You hoped it would be enough to stay away from the commotion, and for the most part it was. If anybody had wanted to visit, they usually sent a letter beforehand, and it would you reach quite earlier than they would so it wasn't too bad. You could prepare for guests.

They didn't stay for an afternoon for tea and cakes, no, you usually had guests for three days. It had to be worth it, the visit, it took so long for them to get here, you almost felt bad for them. But in the end, you didn't, you chose to be out here and live the rest of your lives alone.

And on a particular day, you find yourself coming in from watering your hanging potted plants and the various garden beds surrounding your house. And that's when you see him. A speckled sight of dark browns.

Whoever he was, you couldn't have known. He was too tall, and he was too fast, head ducked down as he looked like he was counting the steps. Until he reached a hill and looked up, and there you could see more of him. A spot of yellow and just the faintest hint of white on his hair.

Putting away your gardening belt and adjusted the long skirt on your waist, you waited on your porch with some tea and cakes. You'd definitely would love for them to leave as soon as possible, but sometimes it wasn't always the case. So tea and cakes. Fill them up and send them off. As best as you could.

Dropping your cup, you find it rolled down the porch steps and when you went to pick it up, it bumps into the boots of somebody… somebody who reeked. Your nose wrinkles as you look up and there you saw it. The face of your lover.

Your lover who died on the blade of his father's.

"Hello, darling, missed me?" His grin was too wide and his eyes opened too much.

He was too much for a dead person.

"Wil- you're alive?" Your voice came out in a whisper and he closes his grin, hiding the sharp canines and looking him over, you couldn't find any scars on his body. As if he was as new as the day he was born. And his hair- the white streak in it left you swallowing. The glasses he had on either wasn't helping your case at all.

"As if I could leave you for long, my sweet, don't you trust me?" He comes up the stairs, taking the teacup off the ground and placing it in your palms with a pat. "Now, what's for lunch, I'm starving."

Your lunch that afternoon, it was held in a relative silence, you busied with making fresh mushroom soup, and when you served him a bowl, you couldn't help but take out a bottle of wine and pour yourself a glass. Be that as it may, you grieved him. Mourned over his very dead body and had to be dragged away from him. Visiting the site he died made it painful when it smelled rotten.

And here he was, slurping on a spoonful of your soup.

"Why are you here?" You say, too soft for your liking but you didn't have the strength to be mean. Something about him showing up without a letter or even a smoke signal left you feeling sick. Surely, if he'd been revived, they would've told you or they would've told him. You were to be left alone, and it had to be important.

But he sits at your dining table and contemplates your question, taking it in as he finishes his bowl. "Well to be honest, I wanted to see you, I've been back and all they were telling me was that you had moved on," he enunciates his few words, breaking his sentence as he began it again, "left as soon as you finished a memoriam and were almost as much of a ghost as myself. Tommy, Tubbo, and Phil were pretty much the only ones who knew, for sure, where you lived. And well, I couldn't let you live here by yourself."

"And did you expect to be welcomed with open arms?"

"Hadn't you welcomed me?" He posed, looking you in the eye, the glasses falling down his nose is almost comical.

"I'm still thinking about it," you mumble, turning away from him, choosing to look out the window, where you could see a flower field, a field you had tended to over the time you were alone. "You intend to stay?" You ask, not turning your head till his hand comes to suffocate your own, being dwarfed in comparison.

"I intend to remind you how much I loved you and still-" you stood from your seat, and he followed, standing in your way, hands held up as if you were set on pushing him out, "still do, I still love you, you know that, surely you do." His trench coat covered most of his body but after having slipped it off you could almost feel the heat radiating off of him.

"How could someone like you still possibly love me, love anybody but yourself," you bit your words, your heart still sore after L'manburg. "Besides, why should I believe you? You have a house to gain, a bed to sleep in, a warm body instead of a blistering hell? What do I get? A lover who nearly killed me while killing his nation?" You scoff at him, turning away as you try to blink back the tears as much as you could without wiping them away. They still slipped but you'd never admit to it. Not to him.

Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the chest of somebody warm, and your breath shudders as they hold on tight.

"You're wrong, it wasn't a blistering hell I was stuck in, a freezing limbo more like, and I could always see your passing face in a train station, but it never stopped so I could get on." He murmurs into your ear, his hands finding yours and entwining the fingers. "Not once. For years, the train kept running. Until it didn't. And now I'm here. Just let me keep you, if not for a little longer, and then I'll be gone." Whether he had actual intentions of leaving or not, it was still hard to deny him that. And if you're honest, what would you stand to lose if he stayed for a while longer?

"Three days," you whispered, "three days and if you haven't convinced me, you need to leave."

And he nods, and when you return to your chores, baking the dough into bread for the next day, folding laundry into piles for the chest at your bed, he's there, helping you when you needed the hand.

And the first night, he sleeps in the guest room, tuckered out after a filling meal and a day of journey. He told you that he didn't stop walking, not even when he saw the pit stops the others had made, markers to the path of your home. You hadn't quite believed it, closing the door and heading to your own room with a tightening of your shawl around you.

The next day arrives and you find a crow with a letter tied to its foot. Unravelling it and handing it some feed, you read over the words and then look over at the closed door.

"Wilbur has been revived, he found the compass to your house and is on his way. Wish I could be more help but I know you can handle him. Take care."

"Phil, come pick your son up, please," you mutter, taking the paper and crumbling it up, tossing it into the wastebasket as you move about. You had laundry to wash today and breakfast to eat, not to mention a zombie to feed.

He came around two hours after you had made your breakfast, he just stumbles into your back, leaning into the touch of your skin before being lead to the dining table, pancakes set before him with a bottle of honey and plate of butter before him. "Enjoy," you say as he nods, glancing over at your side of the table, a book in your hands as you flip the pages leisurely.

He doesn't say anything until after he finishes, taking his plate to the sink and you're packing the butter and honey away. He stands against the counter as you moved with a basket of clothes and headed towards the back door when you turned to him with a bored look, "well, come make yourself useful."

That afternoon is spent washing more clothes down by the river. You had a washing bin but washing them in the river made it an all day occasion, which you needed to occupy one of the three days he was supposed to stay.

After clipping the clothes to a line stretching across the empty hills, you find him standing in the breeze, his trench coat thrown over his arm and his sleeves rolled up, eyes closed and basking in the cool of the breeze and the thinly veiled warmth of the sun.

"It's nice during this time of year, doesn't get much better than this," you speak as you approach his side, unable to keep yourself away.

"Does it get worse?" He asks, staying still and you wonder if he does it for your sake, you're still wary of the truth, if he's truly here.

"Sometimes, sometimes it gets too hot where I can't work in my garden, sometimes it gets so cold it freezes the dirt over and leaves me scrambling to the nearest village. And sometimes, I'm just too tired to notice." You speak, recalling the worst of the worst. The worst days were when you were tired, unable to work, unable to care. Those days you often thought of your lover in the early days. When he wore a jumper much like this one but he looked nothing like he did now. Acted nothing like he did now.

The old him would've adored the life you had now, assuming it was in L'manburg.

The him standing next to you now, he doesn't wrap an arm like he used to, but leans closer, almost pressing against your side. He's tentative. As if scared you'll shove him aside.

You're almost to that point.

Instead, you turn away from the scene, putting down the basket you had on your waist, and laying down on the hill, finding the breeze blow over you and the grass tickling your cheeks and hands.

He couldn't help himself in laying next to you, his head knocking against yours just slightly. You wonder if you could excuse yourself for indulging in him, letting him be close. Knowing you would kick him out in two days time. You allow yourself his company, you decided, allow whatever he touches he'd try and then whenever the sand runs out, and the clock stops ticking, he'll be gone. You'll send him back to Phil.

He was once your lover but now he's a ghost of that man, haunting you of what could've been.

Hours later when the sun threatens to dip low and take you hostage, you lead him back to your house, taking out some meat and roasting it over in the fireplace, feeling his eyes burn into your skin as you finish supper.

Dusting your hands off on your apron, you serve the two of you, slicing the meat into portions and cut slices of buttered, toasted bread for a side, and the task isn't as bad as you thought it would be, Wilbur making himself useful in making tea, stirring sugar cubes and dribbles of honey into the drink. And when you take a sip, you almost cry into the cup.

Exactly as he made it that first night…

The first night you said those blasted three words, the first night you lead him to your bed, and the night that haunts you as the beginning of your end.

(He didn't make it again after that night, having met Tommy and his friend Tubbo, planning on a whim, a nation.)

But it was the very same as that night you were lead to believed he loved you maybe just as deep as you had loved him.

Was this a seduction? Bed you so you wouldn't kick him out?

Thinking about it made you want to throw up, but you push it down, shoving the food in your mouth to avoid conversation and when both plates were clear, he takes the plates away from you both, washing it himself along with the cups of empty tea.

That night you set yourself by the fire, wearing your pajamas and a blanket thrown over your shoulders, you tried to not to cry even as he retreated to the bedroom. Just two more days and you could go back to pretending he meant nothing more to you than a memory. Falling asleep to dried tears on your cheeks was anything but new.

Somewhere between the late evening and early morning, you feel arms curling around you, pulling you into a warm chest, your nose buried into the crook of their neck as they shivered, picking you up and carrying you somewhere for a moment. And when that moment ended, when you recognized your bedsheets, you stirred awake completely. Catching his hand, you hold it close to your face, mouth pressing a kiss to the relatively soft skin,and then letting go. Turning away from him to press newly forming tears in your eyes into your pillow.

Your door closes after a minute.

In the minutes before the sun comes, you start making coffee, you weren't strong enough to deal with your guest just yet but there he sat on your couch, reading the same book as you had the morning before. Breakfast is eggs and bacon, served with a cup of coffee, and you find yourself nibbling on the bacon, feeling not as hungry as you thought, seeing the way your guest is dressed in a white shirt, yellow jumper be damned. More casual than you remembered him ever being.

And when you asked of him to go into your basement to grab some books, he came back covered in cob webs, and you snort, dusting him off and watching as he sneezed.

"You weren't allergic to spider webs, what gives?" You say offhandedly, moving to take the books from his hand as he sits back down, shoulders slumped.

"Being revived does that to you, I suppose," he supplies but his mouth is pressed in a fine line, eyes skirting away.

You turn your eyes away, but you continue to talk, "and you were just, what, wiped clean of everything? No immune system, no scars, like a baby?"

"All except for this," he tugs on the white in his hair before pushing it back over his head, watching as it fell back in his eyes.

"So you come back from the dead and the only thing that's changed, apart from being reset in every aspect, is the white part of your hair? Not even a scar where your father killed you?" You tried to keep your voice light, curious but bringing up the memory doesn't leave the hurting out of it.

"Well, I could show you if you want." And without waiting for your word, he begins to undo the buttons, and on instinct, you turn to him, eyes bulging as you watch him take his shirt. His lanky build had truly been scraped of any mark of existence, not even a birthmark.

Except for the golden scar in the middle of his chest. A hand reaches out, fingers dragging the tips down his chest, feeling the slight bump in the skin, and feeling the shiver that came with it.

The shiver brought you to your senses and moved to take your hand off him, when his own came and covered it, pressing your palm into his skin and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Thirteen years, I was alone. No one to talk to and no one to touch. Not even a bug to step on. Completely, and utterly, alone." And he sighs, moving your hand to cover the scar, the way your hand cools his overheating skin.

"Sounds like you deserved it," you whisper back to him, but you step closer and lifted a shaky hand to his cheek and almost fainted when he leaned into it. But like he said, he was alone for so long. He probably would've done anything to be near someone.

And for a moment, you doubted the man in front of you.

Why you? Why did it have to be you, for him to crave physical affections, he wasn't bad to look at, far from it actually. He was handsome to an unfair standing point. He was elegant with his mouth, in many ways. He could have anyone he wanted. And he wanted to bother you in your home far from anybody else.

Anybody else would probably have been stronger than you, you think, as you leaned closer to hug him, holding him close. He nudges his head into the crook of your neck, hands coming up behind you to press into the small of your back, inhaling the soap that's embedded in your skin.

"Let me make it up to you," he whimpers, fingers curling against your skin, begging to feel more than what he's been given.

And if it had been anyone else, they would've been stronger, but god, you were so weak. So weak when it came to him.

When you whimper out a yes, he takes you into his arms completely, leading you to your room and laying you down, undressing you and made sure you wouldn't ever forget the feel of his tongue sliding from your collarbone, down the middle of your chest, all the way down to your pubic bone, lips against your most sensitive, sucking you in and making you see stars. When was the last time you'd felt like this?

Who could make you feel like the way you do when you're with Wilbur?

He makes your back arch, hands reaching up to grope at your chest, finding purchase at rubbing your nubs, pinching and rolling between his fingers, and a gasp is torn out of your chest, whines coming from your throat, a hand reaching up to cover your mouth but as soon as he hears something muffled, he stops completely, leaving you to hang over the edge almost sobbing.

"Now, now, you know not to hide your sounds, do that again and you'll find yourself punished," he says but you whined against that.

"You abandoned me, Will, you'd be cruel to leave me again." Tears leak out of your eyes when he hums a kiss into your stomach, making his way back to your mouth as he wipes the tears from your eyes.

"I have been cruel, haven't I?" He says into the corner of your mouth, drinking up the sound of your whines as he's reaching down to rub circles into you. "Let me make it up to you, let me make it better," and it's needless to say that when he slipped a finger inside, you took him without strain, so wet and pliant, he almost couldn't wait nearly long enough to stretch you properly.

After you took three fingers and nearly came, he pushes himself inside of you, fingers holding your waist in a bruising grip as he leans down to kiss your chest, relishing in the way your chest heaved up and down with every heavy breath.

He made it up to you properly when you could hardly stand the next day, legs shaking and hands gripping the wall to move about the house, before he took you into his arms and laid you down. "I'll take care of the chores, love, just rest," and so you did, thankful to have that day of rest, watching as lover boy went in and out of the house, taking care of this and that. Folding the laundry next to you as you told him about the time you spent alone.

It might as well have been thirteen years for you, the time in between visitors was long. Before him, it'd been Tubbo after he exiled Tommy. You've received letters though, saying he was returned home. Saying the country had been blown worse than that of Wilbur's doing. Nothing to be recovered. That Dream had been sent to prison for his crimes.

And apparently he was only kept alive for his necromancy talents, and that's where Wilbur came along.

Revived and alive, he left the blasted hole of a country and sought after a life worth living. It'd been a week before anyone told him anything about your whereabouts.

Not even if you were alive, he thought it to be cruel.

Then again, he'd been cruel himself.

But the days pass, and he finds himself a home beside you. In your bed, in your house. And it stays that way even when the others came and tried to persuade him to leave, for your sake, they said.

But you were content. And you told them and him as well, if he left you heartbroken again, you'd kill him yourself.

And that was well okay with him.

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iwas-baby · 4 years ago

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“affection”

iwaizumi hajime x f! reader

tw/cw: insecurities, beauty standards, mentions of cheating, reassurance, hurt/comfort, angst to smut, angst with a happy ending, comfort sex, make up sex, oral (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, cream pie, aftercare, lots of praise.

fights between couples was common and healthy, though in the heat of the moment words get thrown around and people say things that they don't really means. fits iwaizumi were rare, though they still happened. his eyebrows would pinch together and his hands would form fists.

both of you hated having to raise your voices, especially over insignificant issues. all you'd asked of you was to try coming home from work a little bit earlier, but with all the stress that had been on his back iwaizumi found himself snappier than usual.

"you really don't trust me, do you?" his eyes narrowed and you felt yourself shrink. you didn't want to feel so upset every time someone yelled at you but all you wanted was a bit more of his time, to feel special, to feel loved.

"that's not what i said, hajime," you reply, just as angry deep down, "i just don't know why you come home hours after you tell me you'll be back." you had never thought iwaizumi was capable of cheating, he was too much of an honest man.

"work is busy, don't you realize we're training for the fucking olympics?!" his frustration was clear, irritation seeping through his veins. you felt your lip quiver, you just wanted to scream.

"well how am i suppose to know? you never answer my text, you-you," unable to finish your sentence, you heard him scoff.

"i what? i'm fucking other girls? i'm a cheater? if i wanted to cheat on you i would have by now?" at his words you could feel your heart sinking lower and lower. "because believe me, there've been girls a million times prettier than you and i've said no, and for what? to come home to your constant nagging?"

iwaizumi stopped, eyes widening, processing what he was actually saying as he looked into your teary, exhausted eyes. he was waiting for you to hiss back, to say something equally harsh in return, but you didn't—you couldn't.

moving from where you stood in the living room you started for your shared bedroom, not bothering to even look at your boyfriend. your mind had always been riddled with insecurities, how iwaizumi was out of your league and you'd even spoken to him about it before. your eyes stung as you simply threw yourself under the covers, hoping that crying yourself to sleep would work.

iwaizumi knew he fucked up, sitting on the couch, cursing himself for being so hotheaded, for hurting you so badly. he huffed, rubbing his temples, wondering if you'd still even want him to sleep next to you.

yes, girls had thrown themselves onto him, but cheating had never crossed his mind, he'd never considered it because they all dimmed in comparison to you.

he stood outside the bedroom door, gently knocking on it. you didn't reply and he assumed you were either too upset with him to answer or you'd fallen asleep. regardless, he slowly opened the door and found you curled up form holding your pillow close to you chest.

"baby," his tone was soft, greatly contrasting how it was earlier. iwaizumi stepped towards you, noticing your closed eyes and tear stained cheeks. with a guilty sigh, he sat down at the edge of the bed, placing his hand on your thigh.

you peeked your eyes open and you debated whether or not you would talk to him but seeing the harsh frown lines on his forehead, it was best to resolve the issue now.

"i'm sorry," you whispered, sniffling, you were too nervous to meet his eyes. you didn't have to say it but he knew what you were thinking; telling him to find another girl, someone better than yourself.

he placed his other hand on your cheek, rubbing away a single tear that manged to slip, "don't be, you don't need to apologize." his body shifted as he hovered over you, leaning his head close to your face.

"i was out of line and i know i can't take back what i said," he stopped, letting his words linger in the air, "but i want you to know that i'm all yours." you sniffled again, nodding slightly.

iwaizumi pressed a quick kiss to your lips, sliding his hand up to your waist. you gulped, letting his touch bring you that familiar comfort as he continued with his apology,

"you were right, baby, i haven't been here for you when you needed me," he kissed your lips again, "so, please, let me make it up to you. alright pretty girl?"

“okay...” your tone was soft and barely audible, iwaizumi was lucky to have heard you. he’d never felt so relieved to hear that word, all he wanted to do what to make you happy, to show you how much he cared.

he carefully moved your hips allowing you to lay flat on the bed, slowly parting your legs and giving him room to crawl between them.

"i promise i'll take such good care of you," and you knew that iwaizumi was always one to keep his promises. you let him take the hem of your pants, tugging them down to leave you in nothing but your panties. a caring smile broke his face, moving his head towards your pussy.

his hands gently grabbed your thighs, spreading you even wider as you felt him press his nose against your panties, licking through the fabric.

your quiet whimpers had already begun and soon, he'd taken off your underwear, faced with your already dripping cunt.

iwaizumi groaned, kissing you clit, lapping up your juices while teasing your hole with his tongue. he felt your plush thighs pushing against his grip, he almost chuckled, you were so cute when you squirmed.

he spared a second to look up at you, face already fucked out and heated with embarrassment. he took this and swirled your sensitive bud, feeling you tug on his hair.

“‘m gonna cum haji-ahhh,” he smirked against your cunt and like you said, your cream coated iwaizumi’s tongue as even his face.

“you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, coming up and planting a kiss against your lips, letting you cup his face and better station his torso between your legs. you groaned, feeling how his dick was pressing against you through his pants, hard as a rock.

he began to strip of his remaining clothing before ripping off your shirt, the two of you pressed together, naked. iwaizumi peppered kisses all over your chest, fingers delicately brushing over collarbones and any beauty marks.

he met your eyes with a guilty look, still not able to fully forgive himself. you only cupped his face, pressing your lips into a soft, thin smile.

"i love you so much," he breathed out, shuffling his hips to begin to line up his throbbing cock with your slick folds. you groaned at the contact, running your hands over his neck, as you nodded.

"i love you too," with that, you felt the tip of his dick push into you, your mouth hanging open, gasping at the feeling. inch by inch, iwaizumi took his time, splitting you open on his cock.

he had bottomed out, watching your face contort in pleasure, giving you a minute to adjust. “are you feeling alright sweetheart?”

“please move, haji.” he huffed with a nod, watching you carefully as his hips began to rock back and forth. your head tilted back, the feeling of the thick veins that decorated his cock brushing against you sensitive gummy walls sending you into a state of bliss.

you could barely hear the praise and compliments he was giving you, too fucked out to process time itself. it felt as if he'd hit your g-spot more times than you could count, his fingers rolling your overstimulated clit around like it was nothing.

"you're my good girl," he spoke with such tenderness you felt like you were melting into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing the two of you even closer together.

"fuck, you're all mine." he repeated, your stomach filling with butterflies, the familar feeling of the cord in your gut snapping was getting closer and closer. you dug your nails into his back, whimpering his name, warning him about what was to come.

"it's okay baby, just let go," he talked your thought your orgasm, kissing against your lips and pecking your cheek as he finally finished chasing his own high.

his cum dribbled out of you and the two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer, his dick softening and a pool of your juices mixing on the sheets.

"i love you, never forget it." he kissed your lips for the nth time that evening, this one filled with just the same passion. you sniffled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"i love you too, haji," you spoke against his skin, feeling him pull out of you, letting your head gently rest against the pillow, promising to come back with a damp towel and some water.

as soon as he cleaned the two of you up, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. his arms wrapped around you, bringing a smile to your face, his protective nature and comforting embrace was just what you needed.

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eremiie · 4 years ago

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one — love confessions

❥ your actions have consequences. eren wants more with you but his motivation is unclear. there one thing you’re sure of though, eren jaeger is relentless.

❥ wattpad link ; ao3 link ; masterlist

❥ prologue ; chapter two

❥ word count ; 7k words

❥ content ; mentions of alcohol, alcohol usage

huge thanks to @arlert-slut for beta reading my work, she was a big help, ily callie!!!!

❝ it’s delicate and sickeningly sweet, like the saccharine candy you’d find at a corner store— and what doesn’t help us the remaining taste of strawberry pineapple he leaves on your lips. you kick at the skin in efforts to get rid of it, and he only chuckles at your attempt before dropping his hands from your face. ❞

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kisses were peppered on your face, threatening to stir you out of your sleep, and you knew who the culprit was, their hand sliding over the slope of your body and murmuring into your ear— words that were incomprehensible in your sleepy haze.

"get up, it's time to wake up."

the past few mornings since your return from carla's had been a nuisance for you to get used to, but you were getting used to it. you were getting used to eren shaking you up early in the mornings to propose an activity for when you'd awake, and you were getting used to other things as well, like the more intimate touches he'd lay on you and the subtle nicknames.

you were getting used to your situation with him after the events of the weekend prior.

the weekend prior; you spent your nights with eren at carla's, and he insisted that you go with him to a party at a nearby bar. you didn't mind and so you let him take you along, only for the two of you leave early after a more than inconvenient mishap.

it was irritating at most, always having to be the one to drag eren away when he got more than comfortable, always having to talk to him about it only to see him make no effort to change. but for some reason something clicked in his brain that night and you ended up tangled in his sheets, a lazy love confession muttered in your ears when you were pressed against his front. a lazy love confession that you were partially swayed by.

you and eren didn't talk much about it, after leaving his mom's the two of you decided to leave it in the air. after all, there wasn't much to talk about that hadn’t already said. eren would try to do his part to win you over, and you'd just sit back and observe. the two of you went on just like you were before, as a matter of fact how you went on was almost too similar to how everything was before, yet at the same time somewhat foreign when you thought about the "other things".

the other things; the nicknames and the touches. you weren't too fond of them— maybe because you weren't his yet, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to shy away from them. they were comforting, they were something new to you, and you'd learn to appreciate them over time.

it was funny because it was only eren who you’d let do these more than friendly touches even before what happened last weekend, and it was you who enjoyed the whole aspect of it. you were more prone to friendships as opposed to relationships. you never liked them much because you found yourself on a pedestal compared to others. no one could catch your attention, no one was good enough or worth your time, yet eren seemed to build his own pedestal and sit right beside you, and for that he was special.

it was only eren who was able to do that, and only eren you were able to open up your heart to. you'd only hope he wouldn't screw it over for himself, and maybe for you too.

apart from getting used to your new situation with eren, you were getting used to letting go of things too, namely spending your mornings with someone else— spending your mornings with historia.

it didn't pain you much— you and historia had a friendship of pleasure, words by aristotle; she was good company for you in the mornings after class and when you needed socializing at events.

maybe you'd blame it on the break you were on, after all, you'd walk out of your first class together. since there weren't any classes 'till next week, that could very well be the reason why you weren’t seeing her. although you knew even when they would start up again it wouldn't be historia who'd be offering you a piece of her breakfast, spritzing her floral perfume over her body for the nth time, or keeping you awake with her tangents, it'd be eren.

plus, you were saving yourself from the awkward encounter, considering that night when she let her drink plague the front of eren's shirt, and considering the fact that that morning you had just told her to let eren be, that he was a player, that what may be fun for her was only a fling for him. yet you ended up in her exact position, letting eren sweep you off your feet and into his bed. that would linger on your mind when you saw her, and the more you thought about it the less fair it was to her,

but it wasn't your fault, right?

"c'mon get up, it's almost eleven." eren's hand slid back up to shake your shoulder before his fingers made their way up to your eyelid, pulling it up. you smacked his hand down, a groan leaving your lips as you turned in your covers.

"eren," you pulled the soft fabric of the blanket over your head and began to blink underneath them, eyes adjusting to the small gleam of light that was let through the thick fabric. "what is your problem?"

he huffs and you feel his weight dip the bed some as he falls backwards on it, his head resting against your legs. he reciprocates your groan, seemingly more irritated, as if you were the one to disturb his sleep. "my problem is that you won't get up."

"you said it's eleven eren, eleven." your voice is groggy and you can feel the swell of your face, rubbing at your features before you tugged the blanket from over your head. eren perks up at the sound of the fabric rustling, and he rises, happy to see your face, that same radiant smile you're used to seeing every morning greeting you.

"i always wake you up earlier than this," he shuffles back on the bed and lays his head down against your stomach and although he can feel you glaring at him from above, he still gets as comfortable as possible. it's then that you realize he's already ready for the day, clad in clothes different from what he went to sleep in, a shirt, and some sweats. "'wanted to get something to eat with you."

you feel the guilt curdle in your stomach, his attire tells you he's been up for a while now. he must've let you sleep in a bit longer than usual because he was right, he would wake you up earlier than this and the two of you would get ready together. your mouth downturns into a small frown and your hand comes down to caress his brown locks, almost like a form of an apology. he accepts it, green eyes fluttering shut at your touch. "i'm not that hungry."

"than something to drink? we can go to that smoothie bar nearby."

"we're not using zeke's car again." you knew eren wouldn't let up, and a part of you tells you that you owe him this as a return for the extra hours you were able to catch. you were just talking to talk, you'd end up going with him anyway, you ended up going with him every day.

you can feel eren smile against the fabric of your top, a low chuckle that was barely audible leaving his lips, and it made you smile too. "we'll walk."

it doesn't take you long to get ready, and it doesn't take long for the two of you to be on your way either. you were hand in hand with eren, a small silence looming over the two of you if you didn't count the aimless comments he'd throw here and there that you tried your best to engage with.

it was nothing but you, eren, and the small breeze that tried to sweep the loose pieces of hair around his face away, his hand occasionally coming up to move them out of his line of sight while the two of you walked before immediately connecting with yours again.

it felt nice, it was tranquilizing even and not much was with eren. it was times like this that didn't make you regret having him pull you into his bed on that hectic evening, having him pull you out of bed every morning, and you especially didn't regret it when you caught sight of the glass windows of the bar, chairs and tables still visible through the tinted glass.

his hand drops from yours. it feels empty again and cold when you grab the steel handle of the door. you can feel the wind of eren striding past you and the door shuts faster than you expected. the thud of it closing behind you, almost shutting you in, made you flinch. you turned to look back at it before turning to see eren more than a few steps ahead of you already.

you furrow your brows and let your feet pick up the pace to catch up to him and you don't even realize the way your hand stretches out for eren to grab it again. he doesn't, keeping his hands in his pocket as he walks, but you couldn't blame him— he wasn't even looking down at your outstretched limb, his eyes surveying the bar.

you roll your eyes at yourself. your subconscious attempt was feeble anyways. it was no big deal— and so you shove your hand back into the pocket of your jacket, fingers playing with each other inside the fabric.

the two of you round the corner of the divider placed in the middle of the store. you reckoned it was to give customers who were eating more privacy, and once you got around it your eyes immediately look up to take a glimpse at the menu while your feet come to a halt in line.

eren leans down a bit, "what are you gonna get?"

you shrug your shoulders. you didn't put much thought into it, too in the moment of the walk you were on earlier to consider that you'd actually need to order something when you arrived. eren on the other hand seemed to know what he wanted, staring ahead at the cashier instead of the menu. perhaps he'd been here before.

the line begins to move and you and eren diverge from it, stepping over to one of the open cash registers.

"hey, what can i get for you today?" the girl has a kind smile on her face that eren tosses back. she glances between eren, then you, then eren again while her finger hovers over the pad of the register.

he answers before you, letting you take your time to decide what you'll want, you continuing to skim the contents of the menu. "hey, uh," his tongue slides over his bottom lip as he leans forward on the counter, hands hugging the end of it to stable himself while he passes some of his weight forward. "can i get the strawberry pineapple smoothie? can you replace the coconut water with um, orange juice?"

it’s then that you notice the ash orange of her hair, the way it curled against the frame of her face and complimented the hazel of her eyes that were trained on the boy next to you, listening to him talk while she occasionally nodded her head, punching numbers into the register. "of course you can, pretty."

"that's all you— thanks, carly." you couldn't recall her saying her name, so your gaze travels down to her shirt, body relaxing when you see the name tag pinned to the cloth of her uniform. you shift your weight from one leg to the other, eye flicking back up to her face before eren taps your shoulder, making you look towards him instead.

"_____?" it's your name he says next and he must've had to say it more than once, the slight downturn of his lips tells you so. "what do you want to get?" his tone is different from earlier, and the smile you could hear in his voice when he was ordering wasn't there anymore— but most people put on a cheery persona when addressing an employee. it was more or less natural.

"i'll get what he's getting." you didn't really hear much of eren's order, clearly focused on all except, but you didn't have time to ponder on a stupid smoothie. she punches up your order as eren pulls out his wallet, you not daring to take out your own, hands still sitting idle in your pockets. he slips out a crumpled twenty dollar bill, attempting to smooth it out before handing it to the girl.

you and eren step off to the side, not having to wait very long for your drinks. when eren heads over to grab them from the same brassy orange-blonde, giving her a polite "thank you," and her responding with an "anytime, come back soon!", your phone vibrates in the back pocket of your jeans and you avert your attention from the two by slipping the device out.

it's pieck, her caller id sitting above the "home". you don't hesitate to swipe your finger across the screen to answer.

seeing her name made you remember the night at the bar once more, you and pieck enlightening each other with easy conversation, eren being the topic, and you’re reminded to update her about the fiasco that had you slip away from her for longer than you expected.

your mental note to call her clearly was washed away by other intruding thoughts, and the same feeling of guilt from earlier when you were laying with eren returned— she shouldn't have been the one to call you.

you lift your phone up, the glass of the screen was cold as you pressed it against your ear. "hey, i'm sorry for not call—"

"my curiosity got the best of me." you can hear the lightheartedness in her tone, voice soft as it flowed through the phone. it puts you at ease. "don't worry too much about it, i just needed to make sure you were alive after this weekend."

a smile plays on your face and you were almost oblivious to eren's sudden presence beside you, two identical pink drinks in his hand, one jutted out towards you for you to take. your hand wraps around the drink and you walk behind him, letting him open the door for you this time around, making your way out of the smoothie bar.

"i'm alive... what have you been up to?"

pieck chuckles from behind the screen. it's warm and pleasant. this time instead of you, eren and the breeze, it's you, pieck and the breeze. although, you were still aware of eren next to you and the side glances he was throwing your way— interest in every one of them. "that's the question i should be asking you, after all, you were the life of the party on friday."

"far from it, but if you'd like to know 'm fine. out with eren right now, he just took me to this little smoothie place not too far from campus."

she's silent for longer than a few seconds, as if she was processing something before she speaks up again. "eren? now you really have to tell me what you've been up to." her tone still has that hint of jest to it, keeping the conversation lighter than it would've been.

eren's ears perk up at the muffled sound of his name and he once again turns his head your way, an eyebrow quirked at you that you pretended to ignore. "who are you talking to?"

you bring the smoothie up to your lips, using it to take more time to answer before letting your eyes slide over to eren. "just pieck, nosey." you were only half-joking and neither you or eren laugh at the comment. "not much is up if i'm being honest with you, but i can tell you about," you pause for a moment, brain scrambling to find a word that would make the topic you were discussing more vague. "...we can talk about everything when i get back to my dorm?"

"why don't you come over? yelena is here but i don't think she'll mind."

you had nothing planned for the remainder of the day, it wouldn't hurt to spend a few hours updating pieck. it was well deserved on her part— she'd been patient and hadn't even sent you a text ever since you'd last seen her at the party. not to mention she was a good friend and a wise person to chat with, her feedback would be nice to hear. "yeah that's cool, i'll text you."

"i'll be happy to see your face, have fun."

the line cuts off before you could even give your goodbyes but you brush it off and slip your phone back into the back pocket of your jeans, sipping at the almost forgotten smoothie that was dripping against your fingers. eren pulls your now free hand into his own, and it's like he's trying to recreate the moment before the bar, swinging your hands back and forth while the same silence dawns on both of you.

it's a little more stiff, a little too quiet, but it didn't matter because before you knew it you were walking up the steps to your shared dorm and eren's scanning the keycard so you and him could slip inside the warmth of the room.

you don't waste any time placing your cup down and shimmying out of your jeans, replacing them with sweats instead while eren just watches from the seat he takes on his bed. his eyebrows are knit from observing you hastily move around the small dorm. "where are you going?" it was question after question, but it wasn't anything new— he was always eager to know what you were up to, to try and keep an eye out for you and to try and keep up to date with you. when it wasn't a little vexatious, it was actually quite endearing.

you finish the remnants of your drink, plopping the cup into the trash and picking up your phone on your way to the door. "to pieck's dorm, i'll be back later."

eren stands up, following your route of throwing his empty cup into the trash then heading over to you, stopping right in front of your figure and making you tilt your head upward to get a better view of him. "that's what the two of you were talking about?"

he's in close proximity— you could count all the wrinkles on his shirt if you wanted to, or every eyelash that curved downwards above his eyes. "...i guess."

"i wanted you to come with me to reiner's in a few hours, sasha and them were gonna be there."

you recalled seeing sasha on friday, how she beamed being in your presence and how excited she was to see you— telling you that the two of you needed to hang out more, and although now would've been a great opportunity, you had plans.

you sighed. albeit you never minded hanging out with your friends, maintaining them was a little harder than usual. "for one, i don't know who reiner is, and second of all, i have somewhere to be; i'll just text her when i get back." you'd hope you'd be able to stay true to your word, as you weren't able to do so with pieck.

in the midst of you turning to grab the handle of the door, eren's hands come up to cup your jaw, palms resting against the supple skin of your face, and you roll your eyes before looking down to the ground.

his affectious demeanor was present again as he pulled you closer and pouted at you while his thumb caressed your cheek. "m'gonna miss you, you'll probably be asleep when i come back."

your own hand comes up to grab at his wrist, but you can't bring yourself to try and pull his hand away. instead, you find yourself rubbing at the tan skin, still not maintaining eye contact. "and that's fine, tomorrow's another day, i need to go." your words are somewhat bitter, but eren doesn't catch on.

he presses a testing kiss to your forehead, looking down at you before tilting your head up more and pressing a gentle one to your lips.

it's delicate and sickeningly sweet, like the saccharine candy you'd find at a corner store— and what doesn't help is the remaining taste of strawberry pineapple he leaves on your lips. you lick at the skin in efforts to get rid of it, and he only chuckles at your attempt before dropping his hands from your face.

even though you could feel your cheeks burning, you still felt cold without his skin being in contact with yours. "text me when you get back." he says when you're stepping out the door, and you mutter a "we'll see," that you couldn't tell if he heard or not, not that it mattered much to you.

the walk to pieck's dorm feels shorter than usual, and you're not sure whether to blame it on the fact that you were getting used to the route, or on the fact that you were clouded in your own thoughts. either way, you're knocking a melody on her door in no time, and you're greeted by yelena looming over you, a neutral expression on her face.

"yelena," she nods her head at you but doesn't say anything back, only sidestepping to let you in, the person you wanted to see lying on her side against her bed, casting a lazy smile at the sight of you.

"______, long time no see?" pieck doesn't make an effort to sit up, only scooting backwards to create a space for you to sit at, and you let yelena pass you to get back to her desk before walking over to pieck.

"it's barely been a week," you saunter over to her bed, balancing your foot on one of the boxes that platforms her bed to climb up onto it. "you saw me just last friday."

"and i was supposed to see or hear from you earlier than today." she's still holding her smile as she speaks, tilting her head towards you and raising a brow. "nevertheless, i'm glad you're here now." she truly was— despite you being a year under her, appreciative of your company. to her it was like having a little sister to look after, she felt like she was constantly watching you from the distance— and you felt like she was always there when you needed a bit of advice.

"and i'm glad to see you, how're your friends doing?"

she shakes her head at you but she answers your question anyways, "zeke, is being zeke— off dilly dallying and being an english major, nothing new to him. if you couldn't tell yelena is over there doing some work, porco is doing well, colt’s good, we're all good." with the way she grins wider, you already know what the next topic of discussion would be, her eyes narrowing at you as she finally sits up, back falling into her surplus amount of pillows. "how're you and your friends?"

"well according to one of them they're all supposed to be gathered up in someone's dorm right now, a little get together i think."

pieck's mouth parts and her eyebrows upturn. "and you've decided to sit here with me?"

"i told eren i didn't want to go, i wanted to spend time with you."

her hand comes up to her chest dramatically and she stares at you in awe, "i always knew you liked me more than the rest of them, apart from eren i suppose." your nose scrunches up at her, you knew it was coming. you knew she'd find a way to bring him up, she always found a way to make things go according to her. it was admirable— and fun to watch when you weren't the victim. "speaking of eren..." her words slide off her tongue tauntingly and you groan. she doesn't take the sound to heart.

"here we go,"

"what? you said you'd update me. so what happened? my ears are open."

you pull your legs up onto the bed until you were sat criss-cross. "well, after we left he didn't tell me anything until we got back to his mom's," you can hear pieck adjusting herself, getting comfortable as if she was a giddy child and you were a veteran getting ready to tell an old war story. "what he told me was that he had said something to upset historia, and that's why she threw her drink on him— and i told him that he shouldn't have been fuckin' around in the first place."

pieck nods her head after every couple words and you use that as a cue to go on, "and he starts saying he's sorry and shit, i kind of started to feel bad and i reassured him that it wasn't that big of deal, just that he needs to be better, you know?"

"i know."

your voice gets quiet at your next words, and your back slouches. the pads of your fingers tap against each other when you start to speak again. "and after that... after that, i don't really know how it happened but we kissed, and then he took me to his room and... and we had sex," the nearer your sentence came to an end the less audible it was.

"excuse me?" pieck leans in, and you can see her blink once, twice, and then a third time as she raises her nimble fingers to move stray ebony locks behind her ear until the appendage was visible to you, and you almost snort at the gesture. "the last part, i'm not sure i heard it well."

"you did." your hand lightly shoves her head away and it's quiet for a minute, only the taps of yelena's fingers against the keyboard and the birds chirping just outside the window of her dorm. "we fucked." and even though you knew she heard you the first time around, you repeat it. more so to yourself, like you were confirming the events and making sure they were true to what actually happened.

pieck settles against her pillows again but she doesn't look surprised. it's amusement that dances across her features and it's... satisfaction? she lets out a small sigh of content, as she closes her eyes and lets her head rest against the pile behind her. "mhm, that's what i thought."

it's you who's taken aback, her demeanor so calm that it's almost unsettling. "what?"

"well something happened that night, right? c'mon the way zeke's brother acts around you alludes to something. how he watches you, he's very touchy with you, i'm surprised you didn't figure it out earlier." she doesn't mention how you'd reciprocate every touch regardless of the matter and would watch him in the same manner, maybe just from a farther distance. "he's the candidate i mentioned."

your words feel stuck in your throat and even if you could speak properly you weren't sure what you would say. you'd hope it was only pieck who was this observant, this alert when it came to those around her, otherwise the displays of affection would have to become a private thing; it was almost embarrassing knowing people could see you unknowingly gush over eren in plain sight.

when you don't respond immediately, pieck does instead, and her question flows out of her so easily that it’s as if she was patiently waiting to ask. "what about the blondie?" you were sure pieck remembered her name by now. maybe the nickname was more pleasant on her tongue.

"what about historia?"

"what about when she finds out about you and eren?"

pieck saw things full circle, she rummaged every corner and crack for possibilities, what ifs, and what abouts, and it made you think harder— even when you didn't think you needed to ponder too much on what she'd make you reflect on.

the quality was endearing when you'd skip a step or two during a math problem, or when you didn't consider the hangover of a party overlapping with a test you'd have to take the next day. however, it wasn't so endearing when you were trying to just get through an exam, or when she made a simple problem more elaborate than it had to be.

"well, i told her not to fuck with eren— i can't help it if he likes me or not." you rub the back of your neck while staring off into the corner of pieck's dorm. "eren will tell her anyways."

"and if he doesn't?" both you and pieck's head whiz towards yelena and you realize the sound of her fingers clacking against the keys of the laptop cease to exist. her slender arm is hung over the back of the chair and her legs are crossed at the ankle. you can't read her doe eyes, not sure if she was genuinely interested in the conversation or if her ears only decided to listen for the remainder of it out of boredom— but you knew she heard the last sentence either way. "it's your job to inform her, after all you seemed closer to her than eren."

"yeah but it's eren who needs to cut her off, so he should tell her then."

pieck pats the bed in front of her, stealing both you and yelena's attention with the smallest gesture. "what about talking to blondie? giving her a letdown and letting her know what's going on between you and eren? i mean, you and eren aren’t dating yet, right?"

your eyes meet pieck and you speak lowly, slow and careful. "no..." a brow is arched above your eye; you weren't sure what she was getting at. "but that's what he's trying to do. i wasn't just g'nna... throw myself at him that night," you cup your jaw with your hands, placement just like eren's earlier and your face twists into a lovesick expression, lip jutting out and eyebrows turned upwards. "oh, eren yes i'll be yours!"

pieck chuckles at your sarcastic tone and shakes her head. "i didn't say all that now, i'm glad you didn't..." her hand waves around your face in a circular motion, "do that."

"yeah, 'm not stupid,"

"i know, i know, my point was just that you need to be wary of your circumstances, _____." her words are darker and she gives you a motherly expression, almost as if she was scolding you. her finger pointing towards your figure didn't help to dull that feeling. "you need to be the one to talk to historia and you need to set your boundaries with eren. be mindful of the predicament you're in, it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks."

"and don't be upset if the old dog can't learn them." yelena doesn't fail to add on, before spinning her chair back towards the desk in front of her, seemingly uninterested in the conversation already, the jaded look that she gives you telling you enough.

you don't respond but pieck knows the gears are turning in your head by the way your eyes cloud over and the way you stare a little too long at the photo of her and porco pinned up against her side of the dorm.. if she asked you to tell her the color shirt she was wearing in it while closing your eyes, she was sure you'd be able to give her that and more.

but she lets you ponder and she knows it's a good chance you won't heed her advice.

you were independent for the most part and you seemed to have things under control when they needed to be— that included having eren under control. so why would you need someone like pieck to tell you to take your brain out of autopilot for a few seconds and be wary of eren?

as far as you knew, from the ache of his words that night in the laundry room, the way he held onto you as if you could slip out of his grip any second; he wanted you and he wanted you bad. it wouldn't be your feelings hurt if he tripped over his own feet— it'd be his loss and he should know you wouldn't be one to try and pick him back up again.

that wasn't the kind of person you were, it never was— it was eren who'd have to change, not you, no matter how small the transition.

but you knew you wouldn't have to worry about that anyways, it was your subconscious plaguing you.

“my mom would kill me if i played you anyways.”

those were his words that night and they'd linger in the back of your mind. they were a constant reminder to you that what was happening wasn't imaginative, and you'd reckon he'd stick by them.

彡彡彡

nothing feels better than toeing out of your shoes and slipping them under your bed for a later occasion. you had talked with pieck longer than expected, arriving back to your dorm a few hours before midnight, yet eren still wasn't back as you expected.

you slipped out of the attire you'd been walking around in all day and went to the bathrooms to take a shower. it was a quick one, the water temperature more on the warm side then you'd like, but it was nothing you could control.

you found yourself skimming the contents of eren's clothes when you headed over to the closet for pajamas to sleep in, plucking one of his shirts from the hangers.

don't think too far ahead, it was just the feeling of the fabric clinging to your skin while being a few sizes too big. how it fell around your body and covered you just enough so you wouldn't have to wear sleep shorts that you always ended up kicking off in the middle of the night.

it felt safe and you'd grown to like the feeling ever since eren slipped one of his shirts over your head when you were barely able to get up.

you crawl into your bed but you knew sleep wouldn't greet you for an hour or so. knowing eren wasn't in the bed across from you stirred your stomach, so you grabbed your phone that was still on its charger and opened youtube; it'd be a clever distraction for the time being.

you weren't sure how long you'd been scrolling through pointless videos, clicking one that’s thumbnail sparked your interest and watching it for as long as you could muster then swiping down to the recommended to repeat the process.

however long it was, it made your eyes grow weak, weight pulling down your lids and particularly loud segments from each video making your eyes snap back open, the cycle continuing.

it's one noise that makes you jump out of the grasp of sleep— and it's not the sound from the video playing in front of you, it's the noise of the handle of the door jiggling. your eyes move over to watch the brass handle shake up and down with vigor, as if the person on the other side was trying to break in.

it's the curse of breath that calms your nerves, the small "shit," coming from the other side sounding all too familiar even with your body struggling to stay awake.

a small smile tugs on your lips at eren's attempts to open the door, but you make no efforts to get up. you're more than overjoyed when you hear the sound of a keycard being used at the door, it finally swinging open a little harder than you expected, eren bending down to pick up the card he seemingly dropped.

he stumbles when he stands, grabbing the door. you're not sure if it was to close it or steady himself, but his gaze is trained on you the whole time when he shuts it, back pressed against the wood when it is completely closed, his frame only standing there for a few seconds before he giggles.

"______."

his words are slurred and he bumps into the end of his bed when he begins making his way over to you. the goofy way your name leaves his lips still makes your heart skip a beat and your hand slides your phone over, arms open for him. "eren."

although you've seen his face more times than you can count, it’s still refreshing to see it for a split second in the dim moonlight that shines on the side of his face as he passes the window. his hair is more tousled than you remember and his eyes are half lidded— but in a way that makes it seem like he was trying to make them as wide as possible. you can't help but shake your head as he crawls into your bed slowly, lifting the covers for him so he can slide in.

"______... you're awake." he hums when you drape the covers over both his and your body. he makes himself a home between your legs, head falling to your chest and his arms to his sides as hands scrunch into fists.

"i'm awake." he's hot to the touch and he makes you warmer than you were before, makes you stare at him in awe and caress his hair again, taming the stray locks on the top of his head.

"_______," you can smell the alcohol on his breath as well as a floral scent and the smell of sweat that littered his body. it's not off putting enough for you to want to tell him to "get up," and to "go sleep in your own bed." but you'd make a mental note to remind him to shower in the morning— not that he wouldn't take one without your reminder.

"yes, eren?"

eren scoots up more until his head is leveled with yours. his weight is heavy but soothing and you press yourself against him more, able to feel every rise and fall of his chest, every beat of his heart, and every exhale of his breath onto your cheek. "i love you."

you've heard it before more times than you could count. you were his childhood friend, it was so natural but you knew it meant more this time. yet, you couldn't scratch the fact that he was drunk and his words could be empty. you could wake up tomorrow and be the only one who would remember what he said. "yeah i know, eren."

he whimpers and his lips press to your cheek, it's elongated and hard, but when he's done he doesn't move them, letting his mouth rest against your skin.

when you don't reciprocate his fingers come up to turn your head towards him and he’s pressed his lips against yours this time. it's slow and sensual and you melt into the meager kiss. the taste of beer that lingers on eren's tongue is not enough for you to pull away, and the way eren kisses you sloppily and lazily isn't a bother either.

he groans and the vibrations can be felt where your body was up against his. his lips are slightly dry and it compliments the soft feel of yours that he can't seem to get enough of, his lips trapping your bottom one and him pulling back before doing the same with the top.

eren's thumb rubs against the skin of your tragus, every back and forth motion making the skin under it tingle. he uses the grip he has on your face to pull you in further and let his teeth graze your lower lip. you're so caught up in the moment, but the buzz of his phone in the pocket of his sweats that sagged against your thigh makes you jolt and pull away for a second.

he tries to bring your lips together again but you remember that he's drunk and both of you need sleep, especially eren if anything. "eren," you breathe, and he murmurs a "hm?" against the skin of your jaw that he was kissing, trailing back up to peck kisses to the corners of your lips.

"let's go to sleep."

"but i love you," he's whiney, a hand sliding down to bring you impossibly closer, pulling you by the small of your back. you sigh, your palms pushing off his chest to put some distance between the two of you that even you didn't want there. but the brunette was too handsy and you were only following your brain, not your heart.

your hand slips into the pocket of his sweats and you grab his phone, body flipping over to unplug yours and plug his in.

it vibrates once to signify that it was being charged, then twice to signify another incoming text message and the phone screen lights up, your eyes skimming the screen without thinking.

under every contact name was the words imessage, all his notifications including messages hidden from the lock screen.

you read the name armin, the text from the boy being the one that lit up eren's phone screen in your face, sasha, a text from her more than several hours ago, and an unsaved number that started with 760, the number having texted a couple minutes ago. you assumed it must've been the one that buzzed when eren was against you.

his phone screen goes dark and you place it down onto the bed, your phone beside it before pulling the covers more over you and not turning around towards eren. you were afraid he'd pester you again. you could feel his abdomen up against your back, arm slung over your midsection that he must've threw while you were plugging in his phone.

you can hear him snoring against your back and you could laugh at how fast he fell asleep, silently wishing that had been you hours ago. you scoot back against him more and close your eyes, the darkness replacing the pretty moonlight that the crooked blinds of your window let in.

"i love you too."

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [ 𝟑𝐤+ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ] : gross sticky icky fluff // friends to lovers troupe <3 // hanta is a huge dork, we all been knew this // hanta is also sickeningly sweet and affectionate // GOD, I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ] : on a clear night, you go out to stargaze on the dorm roof; nothing out of the norm for you but in the middle of admiring the stars, sero comes out to join with something big he needs to get off his chest.

[ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ] : you - blue // sero - orange

[ 𝗺𝘆𝗸𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ] : i'm totally not projecting my fantasies onto sero and i'm totally not a sucker for friends to lovers fics :| /s

Sitting on the cool concrete of the dorm roof, the night illuminated by nothing but the streetlights below you and the stars above as you lay in silence with your legs propped against the roof's ledge. You've always thought the best part of UA was how it was out of the way so the stars are clearer than they were back in the city. Although graduation is soon and end of year exams are menacingly looming over you, you couldn't resist the urge to come out and soak up the full moon's gorgeous light. Nights like these, alone on a clear night, soft music playing through your headphones, scanning the vast sky, connecting the dots as your eyes wander to make constellations of your own are arguably one of your most favorite things in life.

The only thing that could possibly make this better is... him.

Eyes trailing to the brightest star you can find and admiring how it sticks out from everything else in your vision, your mind uncontrollably wanders to Sero. How that star kinda reminds you of him...

Ugh! what a ridiculous thing to think! Damn him for always finding a way to worm into your thoughts. Your hands fly to your forehead with a smack, outwardly groaning as you drag your fingers down your face in an attempt to shake off your thoughts. You've been friends with him for nearly three years! You would think you'd be over your petty crush on him by now. You two are practically siblings with how you two are almost always attached at the hip, always causing trouble together, always there when the other needed it, always making you feel safe... It would be weird to have feelings for him... right..?

But before you could rationalize your emotions any further, a hand reaches for your headphones, lifting one side off your ear as you hear a soft voice murmur behind you, “The moon’s beautiful tonight, isn't it?”

You practically jump out of your skin, immediately shooting up to take a defensive position. Although you can’t make out the silhouette you’re now facing, the all too familiar laughter that comes from them is more than enough to give away who this false intruder could be and you sigh in relief.

“Sero! You scared me half to death!!” you exclaim, relaxing your shoulders at seeing his familiar frame emerge through the dim light.

Tall and lean with a smile that could nearly rival the sun, the boy chuckles at you. His long pitch black hair he's been growing out for the past year cascading down the sides of his face, just barely brushing past his shoulders framing his face in a way that makes his dashing features stand out even more. Sero approaches you wearing a loose muscle tank top with his hands tucked in ill fitting sweats and a pair of black stud earrings he stole from you in his ears.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sero chuckled, "I didn't mean to scare you so bad, doll". You send him a deep glare through the darkness and he throws his hands up out of his pockets to either side of his head in defense.

"...Maybe you shouldn't sit out here with music blasting in your ears,” Sero snarks back, “I could’ve been a villain,” he continues mockingly, “Not to mention that horrible stance you took. I don't think you’d fair very well against a villain while sitting down,” he teases with a wide grin smeared on his face. You scoff and roll your eyes in response.

“Are you only here to tell me how much of a hazard I am? Or do you want anything else, tape face?” you grumble.

“Oh, you wound me!” Sero exclaims dramatically, “I was simply wondering what my lil’ muffin was up to,” he muses, the dimples on his cheeks becoming visible as his grin only stretches wider as he speaks.

“Oh god, muffin!?!? ew!” you groan, “What the hell, I thought we agreed on no more stupid pet names,” you say with a giggle while scrunching up your nose.

“I didn't think it was stupid,” Sero huffs as he plops himself down next to you and wrinkles his nose back at you, “Muffin is a valid nickname. You just have no taste,” he concludes with a short nod, still smiling like an idiot.

You just roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him before tilting your head up to go back to looking at the stars. Sero chuckles softly, staring at you for a moment while admiring you as you look at the sky with a softened smile on his face.

“Why you up so late?” he inquired.

“I could ask you the same thing, Sero,” you reply while throwing your head back down to look at him.

“Mmm, well, I was sleeping but… I suddenly woke up and couldn't go back to sleep,” he grunts as he adjusts himself into a more comfortable sitting position next to you.

You hum in acknowledgment before you look back up to the stars in the sky and Sero is left to admire you once again. How your eyes glimmer with the stars as the full moon softly illuminates your frame is a breathtaking view he would never tire of. The look on your face when you gaze at the sky, the look of pure adoration and awe is a look he hopes, prays, dreams you’ll give him one day.

“What’re you thinking, hun?” he softly asks, hoping you’d give him just the slightest glimpse of what goes on in your head. You pause for a moment, taking in his question and wondering how to answer it.

“Just thinking. Thinking thoughts. Nothing notable or important, I can assure you. Just enjoying the clear night,” you say, swerving his question to avoid the real answer. him.

“Ah, that was a rather vague answer,” he jests, mildly disappointed that you didn't let him in and you only hum in response.

“What about you?” you ask, “What made you wanna come up here?”

“Oh, well..” he begins but is held back by a lump that suddenly lodges in his throat, not really wanting to fully admit why he came up here with you.

In reality he hadn't slept at all. He’s embarrassed to admit it but he couldn't stop thinking of you all night, all day in fact. You just about consume his every thought and tonight, no matter what he did, he just couldn’t shake the thought of being with you.

After being so close with you for years now, people often assume the two of you are dating but the idea is almost always dismissed by a shy laugh and an averted gaze... Sero would be lying if he ever said he didn't relish the idea of being in a romantic relationship with you but... You never seemed all that interested in the idea and Sero was too scared to push the idea you may like him even half as much as he likes you. Never going farther than light hearted flirting and banter, some may call him a coward maybe but to him? Being your friend was enough. Well, that was until Mina and Kiri gave him a harsh wake up call earlier that morning.

They were scolding him on how painfully obvious it is how both you and Sero are nearly head over heels for one another, how they've spent the past year pining for one another, yet the both of you have stayed so blind to the fact you have feelings for each other. Absolutely dumbfounded by this, he asks what he should do about it, about you, to which they immediately and overwhelmingly demand him to confess his feelings for you. That is the real reason he came to find you.

“When I was trying to go back to sleep, I thought about something someone said… about taking chances,” he spoke in a soft and thoughtful tone, “Taking that blind leap of faith into the unknown things we’re afraid of because... what’s the worst that can happen…?” he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly realizing how silly he probably sounds as he looks at you, “I dunno- sounds kinda dumb now that I say it out loud,” he says dismissively.

“No, no. I don't think it sounds dumb at all. I think it’s very insightful” you say, ushering him to continue by resting your head on your palm as you look at him intently to show your interest.

“Well, uh,” butterflies swarm to his chest as he tries to find the words to speak, finding it much harder to talk when he knows he has your full attention.

“Well, it led me to think about you 'cus I know that's something you talk about a lot as well… and I figured since it's a full moon tonight, you'd be up here,” he concludes. His gaze nervously shifting to his feet, averting his eyes from you to try and calm the fluttering nerves in his chest.

“I’m glad you did,” you hum, a low warmth growing in your chest from knowing he thought about you, “I enjoy your company,” you add thoughtfully. Though you probably just meant it in a friendly way, it didn’t change how much it meant to Sero to know you like having him around.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Sero chuckles nervously, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he slightly scooches closer to you. You take notice and you subtly tilt to the side, leaning in his direction not yet touching shoulders but leaving an opening to do so if he wanted.

“I uh- I also wanted to tell you something- In regards to what I was thinking about…” Sero mumbles nervously, hoping you didn’t catch what he said so he would have an excuse to not go through with his confession. Pretend like nothing happened and move on to just enjoy the simple friendship you two share.

“Oh?” You inquire, “What do you want to tell me? I’m all ears,” Sero fiddles with his thumbs, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before he speaks as you patiently wait for him.

"I- uh, I love you," he blurts, head swimming as he looks at you, eager and insatiably nervous to hear how you may respond, horrified you may not reciprocate his feelings and ultimately ruining what relationship you two did have.

"I love you too, Sero," you giggle.

Sero's heart drops, confidence dwindling as he assumes you thought he said "I love you" in the way you two always have. Just as friends. But he didn't. He meant it. He meant it in so many more ways he couldn't even begin to describe. He didn't expect you to reciprocate his feelings in the first place but that doesn't make him hurt any less.

"No, you don't understand," Sero sighs as he runs his hands through his long, thick hair, "I'm in love with you," You turn you head to him, Did he-? eyes widening at what Sero said, unsure if what you heard was a wishful hallucination or not. When you said "I love you" back, you genuinely meant it in the same way he does now. God, you've been in love with him for what seems like the first moment you two met but you would've never guessed Sero felt the same for you.

You sit in silence for a beat trying processes what Sero had just said to you. Your friend, your closest friend, is in love with you..? Something you've dreamt of becoming a reality. You start to get dizzy from the overwhelming euphoria and anxiety the realization simultaneously brings. You look at Sero, placing your hand on his to ground yourself as you look up at him, a warm smile spreading on your face.

"I love you too, Hanta," you say earnestly. Sero's heart leaps in his chest at your words. Not only did the person of his dreams reciprocate his feelings but they also addressed him by his first name?! He might as well be dreaming. Hearing his name fall off your lips like warm honey for the first time sends him flying through cloud nine.

"Y-you mean it??" Sero stutters, still unable to believe it. You give him a heartfelt smile as you squeeze his hand before standing up. You wordlessly walk around Sero and crouch behind him.

Utterly confused and growing increasingly flustered at your sudden close proximity, Sero opens his mouth to ask what you could possibly be doing but you shush him before he can say a word. Leaning against him, you ask permission to grab his hand and Hanta lets you guide his finger to the brightest star in the sky, hyperaware of every subtle shift, adjustment and breath you take behind him, clinging onto every passing moment.

"You see that star? The really really bright one right there and how it's brighter than the others?" you ask.

"Yeah... why.?" he questions, eager to hear what you have to say.

"Forgive me if this is too cheesy but it sorta reminds me of you," you say softly.

"Wh- I don't think a follow," Hanta replies and you give a short, breathy chuckle in response.

"Out of all the stars in the sky, you stick out to me to most. You're the brightest star," you murmur close to him, guiding his hand back down and you make your way to sit next to him. Hanta takes a moment to process what you said. Him? A star? He doesn't understand how you view him in such a way when there isn't much special about him in the first place... but he tries not to pay any mind to those thoughts as his eyes are glued to you sitting back down beside him.

"Pff, that was super cheesy," he snorts.

"Shut up, I'm trying my best," you grumble, "And... that's what I was really thinking about before you came," Hanta looks at you in awe, nothing but love and kindness filling his eyes as he gingerly grabs your hand, lifting it up level to his face.

"It's aright, doll, I was only teasing.. I think it's cute and~," he hums before placing a soft kiss on your knuckle, "I'm ok with cheesy," he concludes with a wink. Heat blooms on your cheeks at his action and you throw your head to the side, covering your mouth and cheek with your other hand in embarrassment. Hanta chuckles, just about ready to burst at how adorable you are and gets a sudden burst of confidence coursing through him from seeing your flustered form.

"Aw, don't get shy on me now, love," he coos, tugging your arm to usher you to look back at him. You look at him with a flustered scowl and Hanta isn't sure if you did it to intimidate him or what but all it did was make his heart scream for you more. His hand slides to your forearm and his other hand goes to grab your other arm, pulling it away from your face.

"Here, come here, baby," he murmurs, pulling your arms to guide you to his lap. You give little resistance as you follow Hanta's hands, shifting around to make yourself comfortable against him as you settle between his thighs. As soon as you got comfortable, Hanta's arms find their home around your waist, hugging you close and breathing you in. You sigh contently as your back rests against his strong chest, never feeling safer than you do right now in his arms.

"It's ok if I call you baby now, right..?" Hanta asks, not wanting to be too much at one time.

"Well, it would be if we were dating," you tease with a raised brow.

"Wha-?" Hanta looks at you confused for a moment before he realizes, "Oh! How could I forget," he chuckles softly, cupping your face in his large palm, guiding your face too look at him, his dark eyes practically engulfing you in his loving gaze.

"Would you care to be my partner..?" he purrs, voice dipping to a soft and low tone that sends goosebumps down your spine.

"W-well, when you put it like that how can I say no?" you mumble, not being able to help the heat rising up your neck, painting your cheeks pink once again from how small you feel under Hanta's enchanting gaze.

"So... is that a yes..?" Hanta inquires, hand still placed tenderly on our cheek. You nod your head against his palm, fingers caressing up and down his forearm as he holds you.

"Mhm, I would love nothing more," you reply in a soft and tender tone. Hanta melts at your words, feeling on top the world and like he can do anything. An uncontrollable smile erupts on his face, charming dimples ornamenting his cheeks as he hugs you tight to his body not wanting to ever let go.

You shuffle in his arms to turn yourself around in his lap. Now facing him, you tuck your face into the crook of Hanta's neck, wrapping your arms and legs snuggly around his torso. Hanta holds you equally as close, affectionately running his fingers up and down your back in complete bliss with you snuggling up to him.

"Can I kiss you..?" Hanta asks, voice just barely above a whisper. You lift your head up to look him in his deep eyes and you cup his face in your hand. Hanta leans into your touch, grabbing your hand on his face and guides it down just enough to plant a chaste kiss to the edge of your palm. You sigh and softly smile, nodding at the boy's question.

"Please kiss me," you murmur, leaning closer into his body. Hanta places his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you and a colliding your lips together. Though it was clumsy at first, you quickly adapt and your lips lock together like puzzle pieces. Tenderly, Hanta pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours. The kiss you shared was short and sweet but still left the both of you breathless and yearning for more.

"May I kiss you again?" Hanta questions playfully and you giggle in response while nodding your head against him. He leans in, smiling against you as you mash lips with together, the both of you sighing into the other's mouth. This kiss a lot more confident than the last as Hanta takes the lead to explore every bit of you he can, taking note of every noise, movement and reaction you give. This time you pull away, surfacing for air from Hanta's intense hold on you.

"I can kiss you again, right?" Hanta asks again.

"How many more kisses do you want??" you giggle.

"That is a dangerous question to ask, my love," Hanta purrs into you, his breath ghosting your neck as he nuzzles his face underneath your jaw and lays a soft peck where his face lies, "I'd take all of them," he says, scanning your face for any discomfort but once he sees you're ok with him continuing, he lays another peck on your neck.

You laugh at the ticklish feeling, lacing your fingers through his dark hair as he continues showering you with short kisses.

"Let me know if I'm being too much, yeah?" kiss on your neck, "I don't wanna be too much," another kiss on the neck, "or overwhelm you," kiss on your jaw, "'cus that would be sad," kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Hanta!" you squeal through giggles.

"I'm sorry, hun" kiss on your cheekbone, "I just can't resist," kiss on your cheek, "you have no idea," kiss on the chin, "just how long," kiss on the nose, "I've wanted," kiss on the eyelid "to do this," kiss on the brow, "And now," kiss on the temple, "I can't," kiss on the forehead, "Stop,"

Erupting with giggles, you desperately try to squirm away as Hanta continues to relentlessly shower you with kisses.

"No, no, no! Hanta!" you cry through your laughter, "No more!"

Giving you one last peck on the lips before pulling away, Hanta finally gives into your pleas and stops his assault of kisses. He presses his forehead against yours as you calm down from your laughing fit, pulling some giggles from Hanta as well because of your contagious laugh.

"I love you," you sigh once you've finally calmed down. Hanta hums in response, placing his hand on the back of your head, letting his fingers lace through your hair.

"I love you too," he says, heart feeling full and beaming with joy.

Forever and always~

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[ lil easter egg of sorts for those of you who don't know~ in Japanese when you ask someone "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" or

『月が綺麗ですね』 // "tsuki ga kirei desu, ne?"

it's actually a very poetic way to confess your love to the person you're asking ]

[ I think it's literally so fucking cute 'cus i myself am deeply in love w/ the moon :) ]

[ if this were a thing in English and someone confessed to me this way, i would immediately demand for their hand in marriage >:| ]

[ god, japanese culture is so cool, i love it sm ]

ALSO- CAN WE NORMALISE ASKING SOMEONE OUT BY ASKING THEM TO BE YOUR PARTNER INSTEAD OF BF / GF????

"would you care to be my partner?" UHBIJNIJAHHHH LITERALLY SO ROMANTIC AND GENUINE HOLY SHIT- i'm making myself simp

RAAAHHHHHHH

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caffeineforbucky · 3 years ago

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As Time Goes By...(Chapter three)

A/N: This one took a while to write. I've just been so busy doing absolutely nothing all while procrastinating, so special thanks to that. No, but I really hope you like this, fellow reader. If you like the series, let me know if you want to be tagged!

(Side note: I've been playing RE8, thirsting over lady D, and dying over and over...it's going great! It's part of the procrastination...)

Also, has anyone seen the Bridgerton musical tiktoks? I swear I've had the 'burn for you' song in my head all last month and if you've been living under a rock...here's the link:

https://youtu.be/EwY9_m5qeow

Word Count: 2,299

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: I don't know....angst? As always, John Walker!?! AKA; Fake Cap. Umm...If I missed any let me know.

(A little PSA: I don't hate John Walker: or the actor. John is a well-written character. This is just strictly for the purpose of where my story is going. I'm more reiterating how Bucky treats him in the show. Thank you!!)

You groan, rolling from your left side to lay flatly on your back, arms spread out beside you. You inhale deeply, becoming aware of the moistened dirt and crushed wildflowers beneath you as they release their aromatics. Birds chirped around you, the busy sounds of traffic fading away while you lie still in the field, oxygen feeling heavy in your lungs.

"Y/N?!"

You barely heard the worrisome calls of Sam over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You lift your head, the view of icy mountains in the distance, blurry figures making their way towards you while you somehow managed to sit up. Your head was spinning, a sharp ache on the side of your thigh.

Your eyes flickered down, taking note of the small paring knife lodged in your thigh. You exhaled softly, nodding your head at the sight of it. "Okay," You grumble in agreement. With shaking hands, you wrap your fingers around the handle, bracing yourself by taking intervolved breaths before carefully pulling it from your thigh.

You worked fast, ignoring the crunch of rocks and dirt under the acknowledgeable footsteps of Sam and Bucky. Taking babochka, you cut off the end of your pant leg, wrapping the spandex around your wounded thigh before securing it with one of the holsters, tying the ends into a knot. You remain quiet, carefully pushing yourself up to your feet, transferring all of the weight to the opposite leg, eyes drifting up to meet the guys. "Are you guys okay?" You murmur, dusting off the clumps of dirt and dead leaves from your jacket.

"Are you?!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You're bleeding!" He points out, gesturing to the bright red staining the skin of your calf as it dripped down to your boot. The wrap might've held the wound shut, but that didn't mean blood wouldn't have soaked through.

"Oh, this?" You ask, glancing down at your leg, the wound throbbing in agony, but you did your best to avoid it. "I've had worse." That was true, from all those years fighting as an avenger. Getting shot, kicked, stabbed, beaten until you were purple, and undergoing mind control. This tiny stab was the least of your worries. It still hurt like hell, and you couldn't hide the discomfort in your features.

"Do you want a piggyback?" Bucky asks suddenly, slightly annoyed at your nonchalance and still concerned nonetheless. You weren't expecting it, the odd but kind offer, especially from the menace himself. Though you weren't one to pass up being carried. With a hesitant nod, you agree, watching Bucky crouch just a bit, allowing you to climb on his back.

The position was awkward for both of you. With his hands tightening on the back of your knees and your arms wrapped around his neck, neither of you could think straight. Yet, you were still thankful. The road to the airport was a long one, and you weren't sure if you could make it in your state. Bucky held you as if you weighed nothing, his super-soldier strength showing off while he carried you on his back, footsteps matching up with Sam. He didn't mind doing it, especially since he was the one who offered, and the proximity was just a bonus.

"Sorry about Redwing," Bucky muses, breaking the silence while the three of you sauntered down the empty road. There was nothing for miles, only empty plains of grass and dirt. Young trees scattered, lacking the greenery around them, evident of the cold weather in Munich.

"No, you're not," Sam remarks, narrowing his eyes to a pinprick at the winter soldier. "You've always hated Redwing."

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it," Bucky grumbles, tightening his hold on you as he felt you slipping. You gasp at the sudden strength, clinging better to his shoulders as well. "How're you doin' up there?" He asks, jaw clenching from your touch.

"All things considering," You sigh, pushing aside the butterflies in your tummy at how close you were to Bucky. "I've been better. We've gotta find out where that super serum is coming from."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, glancing at you. "-And how the hell after 80 years are there eight super-soldiers runnin' loose?"

Loud honks of a horn ring in your ears, tires treading on the gravel as an army jeep slows down beside the three of you. "So, that didn't go as planned, huh?" John chuckles, pushing the door open only for you to keep walking, paying no mind to the man in stars and stripes.

"Okay, keep going," John utters, signaling the driver to keep up as he pulls the door shut. "Look, at least we know what we're up against, huh? And I'm pretty sure it's one of the big three...so,"

"Aliens, androids, or wizards," Lemar comments as John nods his head in agreement.

"There's no such thing as wizards!" Bucky grunts, keeping his eyes forward, hands on the back of your knees.

"Fine, aliens or androids," John settles, sharing a look with his best friend beside him. "Look, it's 20 miles to the airport, and you guys need a ride. Gary, stop," He instructs, the wheels slowing down. John opens the door once again. "Get in," He sighs, motioning all of you inside the jeep as Bucky and Sam's footsteps came to a halt.

Bucky gently sets you down, taking note of the small whimpers falling from your lips. No matter how tough you appeared to be, you still carried so much vulnerability. "You okay?" He asks, eyes filled with so much concern it almost scared you. He hadn't looked at you like that in a while. "Do you want any help?"

With a soft nod, you oblige to Bucky's ask, needing more help than you anticipated. You didn't want to add any strain or force to your injury. You didn't even realize it happened, and that part of it was Sam's fault for swooping to grab you while you had a knife in hand, but you weren't going to start pointing fingers. You wrap your arm around Bucky's shoulder, using him as support while he boosts you up on the jeep after Sam climbs up first, helping you settle beside him.

"Woah!" John exclaims, almost rising to his feet at the sight of your thigh, your hands stained with blood. "Are you okay?"

With a curt nod, you adjust yourself to relieve some of the pressure while Bucky takes a seat on your left, leaving you to be right smack dab in the middle as he pulls the door shut. You blow out a breath, knowing damn well if it hadn't been for the mishap, you would've walked the damn 20 miles.

"Lemar, hand me the first aid kit," John instructs, pointing to the steel case beside his friend. You wanted to protest, but even you knew that the strap wasn't going to work. Mouthing a thank you, you take the case from Lemar's hand and clip it open.

"Okay, so we got eight super-soldiers on a bulk supply run," John continues, the jeep beginning to roll down the road. You hand the case to Sam, asking him to hold it while you searched for gauze, medical tape, and butterfly bandages, you were probably going to need stitches, but you'd worry about that later. "Why?" John asks, watching closely as you patched up your wound.

"They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the blip," Sam answers, handing you another strip of tape. "Maybe they're just tryna help."

"They had a funny way of showing it," Bucky adds, his eyes trained on you, a hiss slipping through your lips as you roll down the remaining spandex. You sigh in relief, the ache becoming dull as you shut the case, giving it back to Lemar.

"Better?" John asks, earning a single nod as a response. "I don't think we've properly met. John Walker," he smiles, offering a shake of his hand, but you didn't move, only staring at the outstretched palm in front of you. "Does she talk?" John mumbles suddenly, looking to Sam or Bucky for a reply.

Your eyes cast down, gaze hardening at the sight of the shield in his grasp. Flashes of Steve running through your mind, the many times he'd catch you trying to throw it like he would. Steve Rogers meant a lot to you, having joined him in not signing the Sokovian accords, being an outlaw, and helping to clear Bucky's name with Sam. So, seeing a man who wasn't Steve hold the shield awoke something in you. Something unkind and hateful.

"When she wants to," You claim, John squirms in his seat, sensing the tension as your eyes flicker to his. "And frankly has no desire to speak to you."

"You don't even know me," John defends, glancing at Bucky, a sly smirk on his lips, and Sam, who rendered quiet, his eyes looking elsewhere. John sets his attention back on you, lips razor thin.

You scoff, shaking your head softly as you fold your arms over your chest. "Jonathon F. Walker," You begin, leaning back in your seat, your eyes never leaving his. "Former Captain of the U.S Army's 75th Rangers Regiment. Graduated at the top of your class from the United States Military and the first person in American history to receive three medals of honor, ran RS-one missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue."

John's tongue darts between his lips, a frown spreading throughout his forehead at the information you were giving him. Either you did research on him or, you just read his file, which you had done both. You were not one to go into a mission without potentially knowing who you were up against. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"So you saw the news?" John chuckles, the frown falling from his features while he shrugs. "Big deal, so did the entire world."

"Custer's Grove High school alumni."

John's smile falters.

"There you met, Lemar Hoskins and your current wife," You tilt your head in curiosity. "Olivia, right? Or am I getting it wrong?"

Clearing his throat softly, John broke eye contact with you. So you did know him, and you probably knew more than you led on. "Do they always just stare like that?" He gestures between you and Bucky, who had displayed the same distaste for him.

Sam glances beside him, observing the matched body language you shared with Bucky, its no wonder Bucky had taken a liking to you, even if he'd never admit it. "You get used to it," Sam smirks, turning his head back to Walker.

"Okay..." John drags, eyes flickering to the more sensible one of the trio, and that was Sam. "Look, that serum doesn't have the greatest track record, no offense," He waves his hand, dismissing the insult directed towards the only super-soldier in the car.

"We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here?" Sam asks, "The flag smashers."

"Uh," Lemar murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "We didn't track them. We tracked you through Redwing."

"You hacked my tech!?" Sam gripes, straightening out his back as he sat up.

"Sorry," John laughs, "It's not exactly hacking. It's government property...kind of the government. Alright, you know things have gotten kind of..."

"Chaotic," Lemar adds.

"Yeah," John nods in agreement. "The GRC, they're doing their best to get things up and running smoothly post blip. If you guys teamed up with us-"

"No." Bucky interrupts. He couldn't let Walker finish that sentence.

"I've got mad respect for all of you," Lemar praises, looking between the trio before him. "But you were getting your asses kicked 'til we showed up."

"And who are you?" Bucky bemuses, cocking a brow at the man next to John.

"Lemar Hoskins," You mention, "I could've sworn we've been through this." You shake your head at the old man, for being 106, he couldn't hear a thing.

"I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear," Sam shrugs, "I'm gonna need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins."

"I'm Battlestar, John's partner."

"Battlestar?" Bucky repeats, narrowing his eyes at Lemar as he nods, confirming his alias. "Stop the car!" Bucky shouts suddenly, brakes screeching as the wheels come to a stop in the middle of the road. Bucky pulls open the handle, ducking, as to not rail his head on the bar-frame above him before hopping off the jeep.

"Look, I get it, okay?" John sighs, calling after Bucky. "I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I'm not trying to be Steve!"

"Good," You interject, rendering John to settle his eyes on you. "Because you will never be. And just because you're the one wielding it..." You grab the bar above your head, using it to pull yourself up. "It doesn't make you Captain America." And with that, you carefully jump off the jeep, following after the heated super-soldier.

Sighing in frustration, he rips his eyes away from your retreating figures. "I'm not trying to replace him either. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be." He explains to Sam, hoping the falcon would cut him some slack. "-And it'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingman on my side."

Sam's eyes widen in surprise, his tongue darting between his lips. "It's always that last line," He scoffs, shaking his head as he jumped off the car, following you and Bucky.

John's lips thin out, face scrunching in a scowl. "Let's go," He instructs. The sound of the jeep leaving making its way to your ears.

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starlxvr · 3 years ago

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Survivor: A Short Story︱Squid Game

warning: This story contains a little disturbing imagery so don't read on if that kind of thing affects you! Other than that, hope you enjoy the story :> —

I'd been so excited for my new life to begin. I'd finally have money; I'd finally be happy. It didn't take me long to just how wrong I'd been.

— If I told you I'd been offered a chance to get rich quick, a chance that I had taken, you would probably believe me. I had no money to my name, my creditors were getting fed up with my extensions, and I was a week or two away from being kicked out of my apartment.

If I told you that this 'get-rich-quick' scheme involved playing a series of children's games, you'd probably be a little baffled. That's alright. I was too.

However, if I told you that 200 million was the grand prize for a single person out of hundreds, if I told you that the winner of the games would have the blood of 200 innocent people on their hands, all belief for my story would probably be thrown out the window.

Honestly, I couldn't believe it either at first. But I had to pull myself together, even if it meant I would be ending lives by proxy.

You probably think I'm a monster. However, as I explained in the beginning, I had no other choice.

***

"Will that be all?"

I closed my menu and smiled at the waitress, nodding politely. She placed her notebook back in her pocket and took my menu with her, placing it on another table where newcomers were seating themselves.

Sighing, I adjusted the watch I'd bought that day, smoothing down the dress I'd purchased the night before and clicking open the designer handbag I'd added along with it. I'd only just begun spending the money I'd won, and was already feeling like royalty.

As I pulled my phone from my purse, my eyes glimpsed a familiar figure walking on the far side of the room. My stomach dropped, and suddenly I wasn't in the restaurant anymore.

Screams. I could hear them clearly. My eyes landed on her face, blood cascading from her parted lips like a forbidden fountain, her body shivering in shock. I let go of the broken glass I'd plunged into her stomach, once, twice, until she couldn't get up. I looked down at my hands. Blood, so much blood. My breaths shortened and my racing heart could barely keep up with my racing thoughts.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"I..." I began, turning to my right to see a different waitress standing beside me, a concerned expression on her face. I was still in the restaurant.

Uneasy, my hands shaking uncontrollably, I stood from the chair, eyes darting to where I saw the familiar figure. The figure of the woman I'd killed. Upon second glance, I realised it was simply a customer I didn't know returning from the washroom. "I'm fine, I should go."

The first waitress arrived at my table, holding a plate of the food I'd ordered. "You're leaving?"

"Here," I mumbled, pulling out a 100-dollar bill from my purse and handing it to her with my shivering limb. She took it hesitantly and I stepped backward with a barely audible sorry, turning around and leaving as fast as I could.

Fresh air. All I need is fresh air.

It didn't work. I stood across from a store window, looking at myself in the reflection. I rubbed my hands together, the brand new watch glistening in the light.

I'm fine now, I'm free. I had done what I had to do.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. "This is my new beginning," I said out loud as if speaking the words could further cement the fact in my mind. Guilt curled out of my stomach, its ugly tentacles beginning to slip throughout my being. I stepped away from my reflection, pushing the monster back down.

"I did what I had to do," I said out loud once more, hating that I barely believed it.

***

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Staring at my ceiling as I lay on my bed in the dark, I listened to the soft drops of water from my leaky faucet. The ever-smiling customer attendant had said about my new silk pajamas: 'So comfy you'll be asleep in minutes!', yet it had been an hour and I remained wide awake.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I should fix the faucet tomorrow, then start looking for a new house. I've got the money, I can finally do all that I've always wanted.

This is my new beginning.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Eyes growing weary staring up at the ceiling, my surroundings began fading to black until I was completely immersed in it.

I woke up on a lumpy mattress. All was silent, and I could see the figures of other people sleeping in the beds adjacent, all wearing the same uniform — the ones we'd been provided. Heart rising to my throat, the silence was unreal. It was hiding something horrible and I could feel it in my bones.

Tap.

I forgot to breathe, concentrating instead on that faint sound I'd heard. It came again.

Tap.

I only realised it was footsteps when they were already beside me. Forgetting to scream until the knife was already in my throat, the only sound that escaped was a deep gurgle. My hands fumbled with the wound, coating themselves in thick, crimson liquid.

I felt no pain, but I felt fear.

With a gasp I opened my eyes, sitting up in my bed at home. I was alone, heart racing, sweat causing my pajamas to stick to every part of my body. I pulled the blanket off me, tears pricking my eyes.

I sat there in silence, on the edge of my bed, a mantra looping in my head like a broken record — as it had been doing for the past week. It was all a dream. It was just a dream. It was only a dream.

Hands shaking, I hurried to my bathroom, switching on the lights and aggressively rinsing my hands in the sink. No blood was washed into the drain.

I didn't stop, though, scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing, as if that was what would absolve myself of the guilt — I would wash the whole experience from my hands. It never happened. It never happened.

Turning off the tap with a soft squeak, I looked into my own eyes, in the mirror hung before me. Tears had trailed their way down my cheeks.

How am I going to live like this? With this?

My 'new beginning' was only as real as the happiness that the money was supposed to give me.

It wasn't real at all. — that's it! hope you enjoyed :> comments and votes are much appreciated~ thanks for reading <3

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cherryblossomtease · 3 years ago

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Chapter 12

18 + only

warnings and summary - Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ for explicit sexual content: depictions of sub/dom lifestyle and lead up to m/m sexual relationship. If it’s not your thing please keep scrolling. Thank you!

Is there a word for this feeling? The one that happens when you wake up not knowing when or where you are…

Is it day, is it night? Is this my bed? Is this even a bed? Am I home and if not, how far away am I? So many questions go tumbling around in your head so quickly that you just have to shut your eyes against the bizarre sensation. It’s one of the few that’s happened to absolutely everyone at some point. And as you lie there in bed —yes, this is definitely a bed— you think, no way the Germans don’t have a word for this strange phenomenon.

Inhaling slowly, exhaling even slower, you finally feel it come rushing back to you so that by the time you’ve filled your lungs with a nice deep breath of salty ocean air, the smile that raises your cheeks turns into a silent laugh as you roll onto your side, curling up tight, sliding your hand across the empty expanse of the cool bedsheets, lightly perfumed by the fading scent of his cologne which makes you feel warm all over.

You open your eyes, blinking, focusing, letting the view refresh the last of the memories.

You should have known, you think laying your hand on the pillow where he’d been. You stroke the high thread count like you did his hair and his face as he’d looked into your eyes and your racing hearts settled. How many unnecessary tears were shed for him? How much time was spent worrying that you might never see the man again when all you had to do was trust that no prison could keep Helmut Zemo locked away for long, and you laugh because a year must be a record for shortest maximum security prison stays.

Now, while escaping from the supposedly inescapable is impressive, you can’t begin to fathom how he’s done it and you’re more than happy to keep it that way which is probably for the best as Zemo’s made it pretty clear he doesn’t want you in possession of said knowledge for your own safety. The less you know at this uncertain stage in the game the better. You’re physically far from government detection or any others lookin to recapture the Baron for that matter, still, nothing is ever fully guaranteed.

Luckily it’s hard to feel anything other than at peace as you smile and lazily roll onto your back, stretching your arms over your head before looking down the length of the king sized bed to find the source of light warming your bare skin.

Oh, you smile That’s right.

The matching circular windows are very large and offer views of wild blue water as far as the eye can see. It is the very definition of tranquility.

And just off to the side is a glass door that opens to a large balcony just calling your name. You'll spend too much time out there soon enough you think, imagining falling asleep with a good book and a drink. After all, you’ve got two weeks before you reach France and then it's a quick flight to you final destination of Villefranche-Sur-Mer, according to Zemo.

Two incredible weeks— and to think you’d nearly dismissed that text this morning as nothing but annoying spam.

Luckily something about it brought you back after you'd poured cereal and milk into your bowl. You’d sat at the kitchen counter unable to look away from that single message sent from an unknown number, your breakfast all but forgotten.

It was short and to the point and it reminded you of the kind Zemo used to send what felt like a lifetime ago when the instructions were no more than a time but now there was the added bonus of a location and you were no longer the sole recipient.

The sound of Bucky charging down the hall of his apartment that had become just as much yours since Zemo went away answered the question before it could be asked.

“You got it too didn’t you?” You’d asked him looking up.

Bucky stood in the doorway, hair wet and slicked back from his shower, gripping the towel he’d quickly tossed around his waist and smelling like your body wash which he liked to snag when he ran out of his own. You didn’t mind so much but it was confusing when you were a tangle of arms and legs and other parts that smelled the same…

“It’s a trick. It’s gotta be.” He’d insisted, to which you’d rolled your eyes and considered throwing your phone at his head for saying something so ridiculous. Why would Zemo play a game so cruel. “He’s in the raft” He said your name with a finality that made you reconsider, but when you looked down at your phone again, you knew it wasn’t true.

This was him. This was Zemo.

“Go get dressed. I really think something’s happened.” You’d told him. He’d stood there for a second longer, his face unreadable. But he did turn and disappear down the hall, wet footprints on the hard wood left behind.

You must have been shaking as you waited. You’d been so anxious and your head a mess of worry and hope and fear and hesitation but so much excitement.

By the time Bucky came back dressed in sweats and a t-shirt which bothered you because you wanted him dressed to go, you were completely convinced you’d hear a knock at the door and find the Baron on the other side, you’d always been good at working yourself up into a frenzy.

Bucky had been the complete opposite. You can still see him; a gloomy hundred year old kill-joy.

You remember thinking he might have been a worried at first. A little jealous or scared maybe? Like he’d gotten too used to your life and the return of the man responsible for what you had together could also be the one to see it come to an end which was just silly. James was and would always will be your best friend, but your friendship had long since proven to be more than late night Netflix binging and ordering takeout.

In fact the night before the text, he’d come in long after you’d gone to bed. He’d been gone for nearly two weeks on some grand mission with Sam —off to save the world no doubt.

You were dreaming when he’d slipped in behind you and pulled you close, waking you with the warmth of those perfect lips so soft and full, the touch of his kiss leaving a trail of heat down your shoulder and back, only to flip you over once you were half awake with the strength of that wonderfully dangerous arm. As he pulled your shorts down and found you in the dark, you happily gave in, welcoming him home as only you could, and never once did either of you expect that your unconventional but comfortable life would come to such an abrupt end.

But no, he wasn’t jealous. You knew it because there was something sort of sweet in the look of shock on his face that gave you pause in asking why he was reacting this way.

That, was the look of man conflicted.

As you’d begun cleaning the apartment —certain you’d be leaving it soon— you’d paused and studied him sitting on the couch, alone with his thoughts, phone held in his hand like he’d never put it down. You knew Bucky well enough to know the basics of what he must have been thinking.

The Winter Soldier had been trapped in the living prison of his own body for a lifetime. Now Bucky was forever free to make his own choices. You certainly wouldn’t be the one to persuade him into doing anything he didn’t truly want to do. But you also knew that you weren’t alone in missing Zemo; not after what the three of you had shared and certainly not after what the two of them had come so close to starting.

But that poor dear, somewhat clueless man. For someone who was still adjusting to life in the present day after such a strange journey you tried to cut him some slack. He was still torn, still stuck between worlds. Having to question what he knew about his sexuality didn’t seem like a very fair thing to have to add to the mix, but that’s life. Unexpected to say the least.

He could no more deny his draw to Zemo than he could his desire to be a good person. These things were solid facts; He didn’t want to kill anymore and he was absolutely attracted to this man and presumably others, but yes particularly this one.

But now he was worried that giving in to his own happiness might cost him his friendship with people like Sam, and almost certainly his freedom when he’d only just gotten it back. Not because of being bi-sexual, but, because of, well— Helmut Zemo.

As much as you didn’t want to, you could easily understand the conflict.

Once you’d finished cleaning and packing your weekend bag you went back into the living room and made him look at you. “I know you’re worried about Sam and the others. All those super heroes you know. But what sort of friends would they be if they stopped you from living your life the way you want to live it?”

“Good ones if It means living with an escaped criminal.” His retort was so logical. You hate it when he’s right.

“One that you helped escape before right?”

“That was for a reason. This is all Zemo.”

“Did he really deserve to be in there?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question.”

You did not, so you’d stepped away and gave in, just letting him be.

It was frustrating to say the least but Bucky was not allowed to steal your joy, no matter how true it all was. Unfortunately, he was very much tied to that joy.

When you’d rushed back down the hall almost forgetting your tooth brush, he’d finally gotten up and gone into the bedroom but you'd ignored him, not out of anger but because It broke your heart to think you’d be leaving him alone to his own misery. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but if you absolutely had to you would.

Zemo was the man you’d loved long before you met Bucky, you would not put the Baron aside for another person's moral dilemmas, even if might crush your heart. You would leave and send word of where you and Zemo were and hope that he could join you in time but you had to see Helmut, you couldn’t ignore the message.

However, Sargent James Buchanan Barnes could be a real man of surprise when he wanted to be.

As you finished cleaning up, tears in your eyes for what you would be leaving behind, he’d come into the kitchen with his own black duffle bag and tossed it down on the floor.You’d spun around at the sound of it hitting the tile and kept it together but you could have screamed you were so happy.

He gave you that “don’t say anything” look so instead you just flashed a brilliant smile and kissed his cheek which he dismissed as if he didn’t love it, but you saw the way his eyes lit up. He could have hidden it from someone else who hadn’t spent the last year living with him but not you.

“It’s not permanent. I can’t stay no matter where he’s taking us. But, for a little while I think it’ll be all right."

“Of course!” You weren't pressed, you'd just talk him into it later because as of that minute you’d been too elated to care about time.

“So what the hell are these instructions?” You’d asked Bucky in the cab out of the city

“I have an idea.” He said shaking his head a little. He was clearly thinking ‘what have I gotten myself into’ which made you laugh. You could hear Zemo in your head, his answer simply being ‘Trouble’

“Well where are we going?” You’d asked anxious to know more.

“I don’t think we’re staying in New York if that’s what you’re asking.”

You’d quickly looked back at the city, watching the bridges fade behind you, wondering if you’d see them again. There was a strong possibility that it would be a while before you did.

As expected, Bucky knew his stuff. You were definitely leaving the city. The instructions were a time and location as you’d guessed but you hadn’t understood that the second half were coordinates and not for the cab.

When you got out of the very expensive car ride— which you charged to that handy little black credit card that had magically appeared in your mailbox about a year ago (thanks prison daddy)— the two of you stood in what looked like no more than an old shipping yard.

“Come on, I actually know this place. We need to go this way.” Bucky said with his head down and eyes up, his serious face looking every bit the superhero he was when he wasn’t with you. It always made you laugh a little. This was the same guy who also sat around in his underwear watching reality competition shows with you eating ice cream…

“What’s this way?”

“Room.”

Cryptic. They always love being cryptic you’d grumbled following him, feeling on edge as you’d snaked your way through the maze of shipping containers and storage units.

As you came near the water, the rusted out rectangles did in fact clear and the narrow passages opened up giving enough space, or as Bucky had said, ‘room’ for a blacked out helicopter to rise up. It was the sort of midsized military grade machine made for traveling long distance and sitting inside was a pilot-- the sort who deals in silence and cash only transactions.

“What exactly did you tell Sam?” You’d asked once you were in the air with your headset on. “I’m sure you had to tell him something to keep him and anyone else from asking questions.”

“That I finally decided to take a vacation” Bucky’d said, his voice clear in your ears as he glanced at you. He didn't have to ask for you to see that he really didn't want you to make fun of him for it either.

“Ha! And he bought that?”

“I think so. He said it was— a good look for me.” He mocked Sams tone.

You’d laughed rubbing his warm arm and laying your head on his shoulder agreeing with Sam whole heartedly but for very different reasons.

About an hour or more in you’d fallen asleep only to be startled awake by the sound of Bucky’s humorless laughter just in time to see your destination come into view.

“I knew it.” He’d sneered looking through your window.

“Oh my god” You sat up leaning forward peering down at the white oval in the expanse of blue.

“Of course.” The way Bucky could detest Zemo’s opulence would forever amuse you. He’d sat back refusing to look anymore, as if you weren’t about to land anyway.

“It's perfect,” You’d insisted.

“He’s such an asshole” He'd grumbled but you’d caught the little twitch of a smile.

“Shut up Bucky. It’s amazing”

“Its a god damned yacht!” His voice gone high with the absolute offense of it all.

All you could do was laugh.

You lie in bed remembering stepping out of the helicopter, your bags tossed out and the bird in the air so quickly it’s like the pilot was never there.

“Still think this was a good idea?” Bucky’d asked as if anything about this might have changed your mind.

Impressed by the private landing pad on the highest deck but already aware of the delights that were undoubtedly waiting below, you’d just smiled and gave his cheek a pat. “Come on.”

Bucky grabbed both bags and you’d led him down the steps and onto a massive deck of beautiful pale wood lined with low white couches at the far end, blinding in the bold sun. Beneath the overhang was a large wet bar, with glasses already set out and an ice bucket, the neck of a champagne bottle greeting you.

“Please miss. Allow me”

You’d both looked behind you, startled to find the old butler Oeznik coming up from the center stairwell.

Poor thing, you'd nearly toppled him, throwing your arms around his neck but you really did adore that wonderful old man. He’d just laughed and hugged you back welcoming you aboard.

You thanked him but no sooner had he offered had you forgotten all about his hospitality.

Your back had been turned when you heard your name said with the soft accented voice that you had missed, craved and imagined for so many months…

“Helmut.” You will never forget what it felt like to turn and find him.

He stepped from the shadows and into the sun and you can still feel the way you’d bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying.

Those eyes, that hair, his smile; so subtle and sly. You’d nearly forgotten that you could in fact go to him. He wasn’t just a man made up from your lonely daydreams but flesh and blood and so perfectly made.

It took him drawing his hands from his pants pockets— linen pants of all the casual things— to break the spell.

He’d opened his arms to just the right size for you and there was no holding back then.

What had it felt like? You try to remember now, but it's useless. You can remember him pulling you in as though he couldn’t stand another second without you close. You’d closed your eyes inhaling his scent as he touched your face and hair, his fingers brushing along your neck and shoulders. It’s so lovely and primitive the way touch and smell can become the thing that reunites and reacquaints us. You were like two animals in the wild and you’d gasped at the feel of his face gliding against yours, and his arms so tight around you until he'd pressed his forehead to yours whispering things you couldn’t understand as you held onto his forearms giving in to the thin line of tears that fell from your eyes. It was an unexpected moment of reconnecting. You knew you’d missed him, but this was so much more. You’d felt ready to submit to every command so quickly it honestly surprised you. The warm touch of his face against yours, his breath along your neck and finally his lips meeting your own was and will always be your first experience with what people describe as coming home. And then he’d pulled back, looked you in the eyes and simply said “Hello”

You couldn’t say anything back. You just watched him look past you and saw how his expression changed. You still can’t place it… “James.” The way he said his name. God it was so beautiful. You’d turned in Zemo’s arms and saw the look on Bucky’s face. There were tears in his eyes that you’re not sure he was even aware of.

“Zemo”

“How was the ride?” He’d asked politely.

“Fine.”

The tension was charged. There was unfinished business between them that they would need to work out on their own, but you hoped they could do it quickly.

And then Zemo raised his hand in offering. He had after all sent that text to two people.

Bucky hesitated for longer than he needed to, but when he did come forward and gripped the Baron in what he’d assumed would be no more than a handshake, Zemo smiled and pulled him in. He’d let go to hold Bucky by the back of his head for a moment gazing at his face. “I actually didn't expect you” He said sounding relieved.

Bucky gave in to his own feelings and reached out, gently grabbing Zemo’s waist. “Well Im here.”

“So you are.” He’d said, the pressure of such strong feelings for his soldier bubbling at the surface, desperate to be released. But he just stroked Bucky’s jaw with his thumb and smiled before looking down at you. “And now that you are, let me show you both around.”

Sitting up, you rub your eyes and find your clothes tossed all over the place mixed in with Zemo’s.

As he’d attempted to show you and Bucky the ship and explain your route, his hand would linger on the small of your back. He would find your curves as he talked about the endless amenities the yacht had to offer until neither of you were sure if he was talking about you or the boat. By the time you’d come down to the cabin deck, he’d pulled you close from behind as Bucky went on ahead unaware. Zemo grabbed your hips exhaling against your ear and you’re fairly certain it was the moan you let slip when he ever so gently pulled your hair, tilting your head to the side as he whispered something to you in Sokovian that got Bucky’s attention.

“James, please help yourself to anything at all. There are more comfortable clothes in the room here. If you’d like, Oeznik can help you find whatever you need. But— it has been a year since I’ve seen her.” He’d said his grip on your hair easing a bit as he stroked his fingers down your back. “As I’m sure you understand a year without a woman like this is a year too long.”

There was a tense few seconds between them and you worried you'd been wrong about the jealousy, but Bucky's face relaxed as he looked around Zemo towards the back of the yacht. “Was that a bottle of Longrow scotch I spotted in that other room?”

“Ah.” He seemed impressed with Bucky’s keen eye. “18 years." Zemo smiled.

“Perfect.” Bucky winked and slipped past giving your cheek a quick pinch.

After that you don’t even remember getting into the room. One second you’d been standing in the hall lost in a wash of furious kisses and the next he had you over his shoulder charging down the hall to the master bedroom practically kicking the door in.

He’d sat you down and you’d both gone wild pushing and pulling at your clothes only just breaking away from one another’s lips to actually undress with a few anxious smiles, some excited laughter tossed in until finally you were naked and then….

You hide your face behind your hand now remembering how good it felt, even though it’d been strange to have another man inside of you after so long.

There was no sign of your former lifestyle this time as he’d fucked you so perfectly. This time, desperate as he was, Helmut was gentle. He’d picked you up and held you between the wall and his own body, finding you easily, moaning into the space between you as he watched your face. He seemed so pleased to see you react to his attention as you once had, because yes, he was another man— he was the Baron and no one could ever take his place.

You’d ended up in the bed on your back nearly in tears from the feel of being under him after so long apart. Not until he’d felt you nearing your climax did he slip back into his natural state of dominance and only just enough to make the orgasm stronger as he’d closed his lovely fingers around your throat and looked into your eyes as you came and he’d whispered your name “I love you…"

Thank the stars that man is free, you smile wide now letting the lasting pleasure ripple through your body.

You look up and say it to yourself again letting the truth of him being here and you for that matter ground you. This day has been a whirlwind and until this moment you’ve been flung from one emotional state to the next. This is the first time you’ve been alone to process it and you are thankful, but the moment is short lived because Helmut’s escape was no small feat and you are not the only one ecstatic about his return.

Eyeing the closet across the room you feel a twinge of a different sort. Helmut is a planner, you’re certain there’s nothing but extraordinary outfits just waiting to be worn and you decide very easily that it’s time to get up and celebrate his freedom and address the very sexy, very annoying tension between the two men you love most in all the world before it consumes them both.

#zemo x reader #bucky barns x you #zemo fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #winterbaron #baron zemo #zemo smut #helmut zemo #bucky barnes is so sweet #also grumpy #but mostly the best #but also perfect

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irisofpurple · 3 years ago

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Good Girl

Summary: What happens when Lana comes home to Ethan, fashionably late after a girls night?

Book: Open Heart Book 3 (post ending)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey×f!MC (Lana Stevens)

Word Count: 2k.

Warnings/Rating: Smut, Swearing, NSFW; Explicit.

A/N: This is pure filth and nothing but filth. A self indulgent produce of my very Scorpio brain and the smuttiest fic I've ever written. I'm not exactly sorry but you've been warned jskssjjkkhhssk. It follows up after New Look, which was my first ever Pictagram edit. I suppose you can still read this if you missed that though. Hope you enjoy reading!

This work is NSFW and meant for 18+ readers only. Please use discretion.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry.

A rush of giddy excitement hit her as she turned the keys to his apartment, making her stumble slightly at the doorstep as she entered.

Alcohol from the countless shots Jackie made them do was still hot and pumping through her veins. In her drunken haze, Sienna had actually convinced her to keep the wig on.

She adjusted it slightly before she realised she'd stepped into pin drop silence, the moonlight streaming in through the floor to ceiling windows the only source of light cutting through the darkness.

A quick glance at her watch told her it was 2:30 AM. Way past Ethan's bedtime.

Her stomach dropped. The girls night had went on longer than she'd anticipated. They'd gotten a bit carried away between gossiping and drinking to new beginnings. It had been a while since they'd had a relaxing night as this after all.

As fun as that was, what Lana was really looking forward to tonight was seeing Ethan. All that teasing had made her as hot as she'd hoped to have made him. She wanted to leave right then but it wouldn't have been fair to her friends.

Her shoulders slumped. It was no use now.

She turned head into the bedroom, the knowledge that she'd find him peacefully asleep making her heart sink a little.

"You're late."

The familiar rumble of his voice echoed through the room, making her gasp in surprise and turn back around.

There he was. Sitting at the bar with a glass of scotch nestled in his hand.

Her heart jumped in her throat, a fresh surge of adrenaline coursing through her, renewing her excitement even more than before.

The contrasting shadows and moonlight highlighted his already sharp jawline, making him look more beautiful than ever.

Slowly, he rose from his seat, drawing nearer to her, his dark predatory gaze never leaving her. She wasn't able to look away either, her belly clenching with anticipation with every step he took.

She shivered as he ran his fingers though the red hair, his blue eyes going the deepest shade of sapphire possible.

"You're still wearing it, I see." he muttered darkly, a dangerous edge to his voice.

A slow smirk spread across her face. She knew no joy like seeing Ethan Ramsey tethering on the edge in a struggle for control.

And she'd make sure he fell over tonight.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep." she said, feigning nonchalance, pointedly ignoring his observation.

In a sudden movement, he pulled her hand by the wrist to the front of his pants, making her feel his hardness though the fabric.

"Do you know how hard it is to sleep like this?" He said through gritted teeth.

Lana was unfazed. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she stared right back into those celestial blues.

"I can only imagine." She murmured huskily as her fingers caressed him ever so slightly, confidence oozing through her as he twitched violently at her touch.

He pulled her hand away and onto his chest, having realized that his move had backfired.

"You made me wait." He accused, his rebellious gaze dropping to her lips.

"I think I know exactly how to make up for it." Lana said with coquettish smirk.

She captured his lips soon after, not letting him a chance to say anything more. Her hands travelled down to palm his bulge once more, making him groan against her lips. Tongues tangled in a desperate battle for dominance, their need for each other assuming more importance than air for a few breathless moments.

Lana pushed him onto the couch, looking down at him with a devilish smile as she pulled off her wig, shaking free her natural blonde curls. They fell around her shoulders gracefully as Ethan watched her with an awestruck look on his face, all traces of resistance gone. She took off her top next, taking delight in his sharp intake of breath as her breasts spilled free before his reverent eyes, following to straddle his lap and continue kissing him with abandon.

Her lips trailed down the corded muscles of his neck, sucking and biting as she goes. Ethan's hands meanwhile were firmly gripping her waist, another one inching underneath her skirt, closer and closer to her soaked core.

But she wouldn't let him get there. Not yet.

His shirt flew across the living room in a matter of seconds and then she on her knees before him, her lips having left a wet trail of kisses all over his chest and abs.

She unbuckled his belt with deft fingers, pulling down the redundant material of his trousers. His cock sprung free, jutting out in all it's glory, demanding immediate attention.

Her delicate fingers gripped him firmly, pumping him a few times torturously.

"Lana.." Ethan groaned helplessly.

She gave him a smile that she knew he found devastating.

"Feel free to pull my hair." she said as she moved to give a long luscious lick along his length.

Her blood red lips were wrapped around his cock the next second, causing Ethan's hips to buck up involuntarily. His fingers tangled in her hair, making her hum around him in satisfaction.

She was on her knees but the one surrendering was Ethan, completely at her mercy. That knowledge was as beholding as it was empowering.

She sank down the length of him, hollowing out her cheeks, relishing every grunt and moan that escaped his throat as she took him deeper into her own.

She repeated the motion, working him up, not letting the involuntary gags or tears brimming in her eyes stop her from taking him where she wanted.

Keeping eye contact, she realised him with a dizzying pop only to suck on his heavy balls till they were as wet as his now glistening cock.

The look of sheer adoration mixed with lust and frustration on his face had to the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed. It made her own folds drip with arousal.

Her tongue flicked across the slit of his tip, before her warm mouth engulfed him once more to bob down his steely length with determination, taking him all the way in.

"Sweetheart, you're going to make me.. FUCKK!"

His grip on her hair tightened, almost to the point of pain. It only served to excite her more. She didn't let up till he emptied himself down her throat, cursing as he shook and came like never before.

She licked him clean, not leaving a single drop.

She felt breathless and a little punch drunk as he pulled her up and into his arms, kissing her tenderly, softly caressing her cheek and wiping away the tears.

He pulled back to look at her, concern etching his handsome face. "Are you okay?"

She laughed. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

He seemed satisfied with her answer because the look of worry gave way to a roguish smirk.

"Just needed to be sure cause I'm not done with you yet."

"Wha-"

"Shhh." He silenced her with his fingers. "You had your way with me, didn't you? Now it's my turn."

"But.." her query died in a moan as Ethan's fingers found her dripping core.

"Damn." He hissed. "How are you already so wet?"

Lana was in no shape to answer because his thumb was working her clit in maddening circles, excruciating pleasure rippling through her as two fingers curled into her slick passage.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his skillful fingers moved over her with precision and expertise, over and over again. Just when she was about to reach her peak however, he ceased all movements.

Lana cried out in disappointment from the sudden loss of sensations.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at him in frustration.

Ethan only smiled. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with all that teasing so fast, did you?"

"What do you-"

"Hush, my darling. I said it was my turn. You made me wait for you all evening. Now close your eyes."

"But-"

"No arguments." He said firmly.

Lana hesitantly shut her eyes, the ache between her legs getting unbearable with each passing second.

"Good girl." She could hear the smile in his voice. "Don't move an inch and keep your eyes shut. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" she cried. "You can't leave me like this."

"Don't you trust me, my love?" He chastened.

Lana gulped. "I do but.."

"No buts then. I promise I'll make it worth your while but no cheating or this ends here."

"No!" Lana shook her head. "I'll do as you say."

"That's my girl."

She heard his footsteps fade away as she struggled to stay still. She was tempted to take a peek and more anything else, touch herself and soothe the throb between her legs. She could get off so easily right now.

But she didn't dare disobey. The wait and build up made her wetter and more turned on than she'd ever been.

Her breath came in shallow pants as she waited and by the time he was back, she felt like one touch would be enough to make her explode.

He secured a silky fabric across her eyes and she heard a low click of glass on the surface of the table.

What the hell was that?

Her heart pounded in her chest and her sex clenched in anticipation.

"Hands above your head and don't move. Or I'll have to tie you up."

She nodded eagerly, following his instructions. "Please Ethan."

He chuckled. "Patience, my love. If there's anything I learnt tonight, it's that waiting makes everything better."

She gasped as she felt his lips on her inner thighs, his beard deliciously scraping her skin as he kissed her everywhere but where she needed him most. It was too much but not enough.

His fingers hooked around the lace of her panties. "As pretty as these are, they have to go."

A loud rip followed, tearing through the room and informing her that her panties were definitely in shreds.

"That was.." she choked out, almost in alarm, unable to finish her sentence. But Ethan seemed to understand her concern.

"I'll buy you more." He grunted.

She felt warm liquid slosh onto her chest, flowing down slowly between the valley of her breasts and down her belly, making her entire body tingle.

Her back arched as the flow inched closer to her pulsing core. She moaned out loud as it finally reached it's destination, suddenly cooling her hot sex.

Ethan's mouth closed on her clit before she could process what was going on.

"Ethannn" She cried out.

She didn't recognize the feline noises escaping her, gasping and moaning for her life as she climbed higher and higher with each masterful stroke of his tongue.

"God. I thought scotch was best had neat. I was wrong. So wrong." He muttered against her sex.

The low rumble vibrated through her body and as soon as his fingers joined the ministrations of his mouth, Lana catapulted over the edge, fireworks exploding behind her eyes and blinding her with hot white pleasure as she came all over his face harder than ever. He didn't stop till all the aftershocks rocking her subsided, letting her ride out her orgasm.

He removed her blindfold and pulled her into his arms, gently kissing the top of her head as she hugged him feebly.

As she caught her breath, her eyes landed on the expensive half empty bottle of scotch and she laughed. "Scotch and sex? Who would've thought?"

Ethan chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Me apparently. How did it feel?"

She buried her face in his chest, feeling her face heat. "You know how I felt. I was pretty vocal about it."

Low masculine laughter rumbled through his chest making her heart squeeze and sex clench, like she didn't just have the best orgasm of her life.

She wasn't embarrassed though because she could feel his rock hard errection against her thigh.

She looked up at him mischievously. "Are we ready for a round two?"

She yelped as he lifted her, her thighs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom.

"Always."

Whew! I hope you enjoyed reading that. As usual, I'd love to know what you think. Please forgive the mistakes if there are any. I couldn't proofread due to shortage of time.

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