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Summary: The five times Bucky had to make an excuse and the one time he didn’t.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader Part: 5/6 (so close) Rated: K Word Count: 3,749 A/N: Based off the prompts (given by @poe-also-bucky) #4:“I know it’s three in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.” and #41: “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.”
Imagine you’re the one Kozik comes to, to take their frustrations off.
“Fuck!” You yelled once again, as he pushed himself into you, in the small room of your apartment, against the wall. He didn’t even took the time or the effort into removing your clothes, he simply lifted your skirt and trashed your underwear which was now a mess on the floor. Herman Kozik was definitely the best fuck you’ve ever had in a long time.
He needed you like he needed air, like he needed food. Like he needed to trust to, someone to trust his insecurities. That’s what you were for him. He came over like drizzle when it was to hard for him to function as a human being with morals and values. When it was too scary to exist, he came over to your house, step in. He had keys but you were always home anyway, he would remove his kutte, place it anywhere he wouldn’t see it. If he was too hungry he would cook for both of you, If he was too angry he wouldn’t say a word, just be happy with consent and go ahead. Fuck you senseless.
You’ve known him your whole life. He was always like this. Eager to do something with his life, something that mattered, to experience everything he could. That was he was a Marine, then a Junkie, then an outlaw where he found his final peace, yet, as you knew the whole time, sometimes it was too real for him. Too much, so, like a scared child he would crawl back to you, like seeking for shelter in your arms, between your legs, in your kiss, in the cup of coffee you always offered.
“God…” He would moan into your hear, pushing harder, almost violent, almost hurting you but always “almost.”. You arched your back and offered him your breasts as you moaned out his name, but he was too far into his brain to hear you. He was in a safe place, a place no one could find him. Like a scared puppy under a blanket in a storm. Exposed but safe.
He came within a few minutes, and you both exhaled. You were satisfied, but he knew the real storm was coming. He pulled out of you, too ashamed to look into your eyes and slid on his white cotton boxers, walking over to the open bathroom and staring into the mirror for hours. You stared at the ceiling for almost the same amount of time and caressed your body, already missing his hands. You sighed and got up, sliding into your champagne lace baby dress and sliding your bare feets along the cold floor to slip into your own bathroom, feeling more like a guest.
Herman was in front of the mirror, his head hung low. You watched silently on the door frame but slowly walked closer. You noticed how he was slightly shaking, and you have never seen him more vulnerable.
“Herman…” You whispered, being careful in not raising his voice or startling him. He looked your direction, eyes red and a few tear stains already. You nodded softly and opened your eyes for a hug, for you knew it was what he needed. “Come here…” you whispered.
He hesitated for a few minutes before walking over to you and shrinking himself, being able to fit into your arms, to close his eyes, to let the weight on his back to dissapear for a few minutes. To be vulnerable and emotional.
You were all that he needed, for whenever he felt lost under the rain.
Note before you begin this; This is a crossover with the anime/manga Love Stage with a spin on it because Ms. Mama Rei, @ohtakudesu , has gotten me obsessed with this tiny girl named Nomi so I’m crossing it over with a book as well to fit the story. And, obviously, there is going to be some divergence otherwise because it’s not in the character’s nature.
Sinja AU Week, day four: Crossover.
“I can’t believe it, can you, Drakon?? I’m actually going to meet her!” Sinbad said, almost giddy in his seat. It’d been ten years since he last met her, the mysterious girl with white hair, adorable freckles, and those gorgeous eyes… Bright Emerald tinted with sage, and in just the right light they looked gray… Captivating.
“Yes, I’m sure she’s amazing. But, please, Sinbad, you have to get that out of your mind. The shoot it next week, and it’s a wedding commercial. You’re lucky you have the kind of reputation you do, because otherwise she wouldn’t be there.” Drakon sighed as they pulled into the VIP parking at the modeling location.
“I know, man, but still. She must have grown up to be really cute….”
Drakon rolled his eyes, parking the car. Another day with the world’s most famous lovesick model.
AU: She’s his tutor. He’s the star player of the lacrosse team and the most popular guy in school. They live in polar opposite worlds, but not in ones you might be used to with this kind of story. Riley Matthews has perfect parents who love one another unconditionally. She has a 4.5 GPA, is expecting to get accepted into an elite writing program for high school students at NYU this summer, and has friends who support her in every way possible. Lucas Friar lives in a world of secrets and lies. His parents are in the middle of a brutal divorce, his dad’s company is going bankrupt, he’s failing 11th Grade English, and his girlfriend is cheating on him with someone he cares about. When their worlds intersect, their lives are changed in ways they didn’t think were possible.
Summary: Riley and Jensen head to the homecoming dance together. Riley and Lucas prepare to carry out their plan to expose the truth about everything that Jensen has done. Things don’t go the way they were hoping.
Chapter 19: Dancing in the Dark
When I was five-years-old, my mother decided that she wanted to sign me up for dance classes at the studio down the street from our apartment. Due to the obvious problem I had with tripping over my own two feet, I wasn’t very good. The dance teacher stuck me in the back row and told me to blend in with the rest of the girls, but I never minded because I was too terrified of making a fool of myself. On the day of our first recital, I was so nervous that I begged my parents not to make me go on stage. “I don’t want to embarrass myself,” I said. My dad got down to my eye-level, put both his hands on my shoulders and whispered in my ear so that only I could hear him, “You are Riley Matthews. You might not have the best shuffle-ball-change in the class, but you have the biggest heart of all the girls on that stage. That shines brighter than anyone with talent. So go out there, smile that beautiful, bright smile of yours, and show them your heart.” So I did. And I was terrible. But I never regretted it because it was something I needed to do to prove to myself that I could. Despite the inner voice inside screaming at me not to do it, I did it anyway because I knew it would make me a better person somehow.