my face is stained now

You once made me fall asleep with a smile on my face. You now make me fall asleep with a tear stained pillow and a broken heart.
The Darkness In Me (Part 11)

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Summary: From the outside you seem to have everything. Everything other girls want to be. Good looking, beautiful and an amazing singer. But no one sees what really blooms inside you. The darkness is about to consume you every day a little bit more. Can this handsome stranger who was there when you needed him the most also save you from the darkness lurking inside you?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, SMUT

Word Count: 2786


I almost purred like a cat, when Bucky woke me up with kisses all over my face, drawing random patterns on my exposed skin where my shirt slip up. My eyes fluttered open lazily, a smile covering my face at the sight on top of me.

“Hey, doll. How are you?” Bucky’s concerned voice, still raspy from just waking up was sexy as hell. But his sad eyes made me forget about all the heat and lust right now, remembering why we even were both lying in bed together.

“I’m fine. Wanda helped me through the anxiety attack.” Nervously biting my lips, no longer able to look into those stormy blue-grey eyes. “I’m so sorry [Y/N]. I should have been there for you. Not Wanda. I’m sorry, doll. And the thought of also being the reason for it makes me insane. I promise you, nothing happened and nothing would have happened. I love you. Only you.” His voice got angry as he continues. “I would never do something like that to you. I know why you reacted the way you did. Wanda told me about Eric.”

My whole body stiffened at the mention of Eric’s name. “You know Wanda didn’t tell me all too much and I don’t want to pressure you in telling me something you’re not comfortable telling me. But I want you to know I’m there for you, baby doll. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Well I wanted to talk to you about it now actually. First of all I want to let you know I could never think you would do something terrible to me like Eric did. I just couldn’t think clearly when I saw you with those girl. It reminded me of my past with Eric.” Bucky obviously wanted to say something, but I didn’t let him. “Please, let me get this all out first, before I chicken out.”

He must have seen the emotions in my eyes, the nervousness of my body, how hard it was for me to talk about my dark past with Eric. With an encouraging smile, a light squeeze of my hands with his bigger ones, he gave me time to sort my thoughts until I was as ready as I could be.

“I met Eric when I worked at the bar where I was singing every night, just like I do now. The audience was always the same. Drunk men who wanted to drown their sorrows in alcohol. My payment wasn’t big, but it was enough to live. Eric immediately caught my eye, cause I never saw him in the bar before. At first he was distance, came to watch me sing and left when I was done. I was curious about him, he wasn’t like those drunken guys I sang to every night. At least that’s what I thought.”

A bitter laugh escaped me while I continued talking. “One night he was still there when I was finished and he came at my table to talk to me. I was hooked at the first few moments we talked. He was very good looking, charming and I needed this kind of attention at that moment more than I would like to admit. He escorted me like a true gentleman, made me fall in love with the man I saw on our many dates.”

When Bucky was jealous or hurt he didn’t let me see it. He listened carefully, caressing my hands soothingly with circles of his thumbs.  

“When I started to see behind his facade, it was too late. At first I loved him and couldn’t leave him because of my feelings. Every time when he…w-when he beat me, left bruises all over my body, he apologised the next day and spoiled me like nothing happened. He promised me over and over it would never happen again. And I was blinded by my love for him and believed him.” I was a crying mess in Bucky’s protective arms around me now. I pressed my tear-stained face into his chest, unable to look him into the eyes.

Too afraid what I would see in them. Pity, disgust, disbelief? “The worst he did weren’t the bruises though. One night he came home drunk as hell. He wanted to h-have sex. But I wasn’t in the mood and tried to…I tried to stop h-him…but I was too weak. I- I couldn’t…he d-did it more than once. When I saw the monster he was, I wanted to leave him. If I would have been a few minutes faster I would have made it. But he came home earlier. He wasn’t even alone. He had two girls with him. When he understood I was about to leave, he beat me up a-again, he raped me and then he made…he made me watch him with the two girls he brought home.

He made sure I was watched all around the clock, at all times. I tried leaving more than once, but he always managed to know. My punishments, like he called them, were from time to time worse. So I made peace with the life I had. I became emotionless in order to protect myself. It was my luck he had a car accident on his way home. I took my chance and left while he was in the hospital. Later I found out he was also arrested from the police, because he was involved in drug dealings. I thought I never have to hear from him again. Well since the day you escorted me home.”

My whole body shook from the crying and loud sobbing. Bucky held me close against him, hugging me tight like his life would depend on it. In reality it felt like it was my life who depended on him right now. The smell of Bucky, his arms around me, his kisses against my temple,  were the only things keeping me grounded at the moment. Preventing me from falling apart and being sucked into the darkness again.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry you had to go through all this. I swear to you, I’m gonna protect you from Eric, no matter what. He will never lay a hand on you again. He can be lucky when I never see him. I’m not sure I could hold myself back from killing him, right then and there.”

He lay a finger under my chin, making me look right into his eyes. The only emotion I saw was pure love in them. They even were glistening from unshed tears. “Doll, I thank you for your trust in me. I know it wasn’t easy for you to tell me about it. I want you to listen to me now. And listen carefully. You are the strongest woman I know. I knew that from the very first time I met you and now that I know what you had to endure it only proved my suspicion. After all you had to go through you still manage to be the most caring person I know. You are the most beautiful person to me. From the inside as much as from the outside. I love you so damn much, baby. I didn’t want to say it before, because I was afraid you would think it was too soon for me to tell you this, but [Y/N] I can’t help but know with every fiber of my heart you are and will forever be the one and only for me. I want to spent the rest of my life with you.”

The tears streaming down my face like a waterfall now, weren’t from sadness anymore, but from happiness. What did I do to deserve this man? He must have been sent from heaven to me. After all he had to endure from those years with Hydra, he still managed to be quintessentially a good man.

I was now sitting on his lap, taking his face into my hands, kissing him with all the love and passion I could. “James Buchanan Barnes, I love you with all my heart. If you want me you have me.” Another passionate deep kiss was shared between us. I lightly bit into Bucky’s bottom lip, making him gasp and giving my tongue entrance into his mouth like I intended.

My whole body was on fire, arousal evident in every move I did. My hips were rocking back and forth over Bucky’s erection I could feel through his sweatpants, begging to be freed. For a short time we stopped our make-out session, in order to get rid of our shirts, throwing them somewhere into the room.

I stared at the masterpiece in front of me, letting my fingers glide lovingly over Bucky’s defined muscular chest and abs. His breathing became irregular by every touch of my fingertips on his heated skin. I started to kiss along his sharp jawline, sucking and licking all the while to his neck. When I found his sweet spot I bit softly into the flesh, kissing the mark I made soothingly.

I moved forward to the part I knew very well Bucky hated. I kissed, licked and sucked the scars where his metal arm was attached to his left shoulder. After I took my time worshipping this part of him, I sucked his left nipple into my mouth, eliciting a moan from Bucky.

Without warning I was suddenly lying under Bucky, who let his dark lust filled eyes wander hungrily over my still covered chest. He kissed me sloppily, making quick work of my bra, leaving my top bare under him.

“You are so beautiful, baby.” Bucky said, before attacking my right nipple. Kissing and sucking the sensitive nub, massaging the other one with his flesh hand. Heavily breathing and moaning I carded my fingers through his soft dark locks. Bucky switched my breasts, giving now my left nipple the same treatment as the right one.

“Oh, Bucky! This feels amazing!” I was already dripping wet, oversensitive because it was the first time someone took such good care of me, driving me insane with every kiss, touch and lick on my skin.

Bucky kissed a trail down from the valley between my breasts, stopping right above the waistband of my pair of leggings. He gave me a questioning look, afraid to continue without my admission. “Let me show you how much I love you, baby doll. Let me make you feel good.” My mind was already clouded from the arousal I felt. I couldn’t even speak a whole sentence. “Bucky, please.” I almost whimpered, wanting nothing more than for Bucky to continue.

With a glint in his dark blue eyes and a knowing smirk, he helped me out of my pair of leggings, putting my lace panties down in the process. “[Y/N], you’re already so wet for me! I wanted to make you suffer a little bit more, but your smell is intoxicating. I can’t wait any longer.” I could have came right then and there, just from his throaty voice.

Without hesitation he dove right into the heat between my legs, licking the wetness that has gathered in between my folds. “Fuck!” My upper body jerked off the mattress, a loud moan leaving my lips. He inhaled sharply at the taste of me on his tongue, sending another wave of pleasure through my core. Bucky was lapping at my juices, delving his tongue as deep into me as he could, eating me out like a starving man.

When he gave all his attention to my clit, sucking it deep into his mouth, a strangled noise escaped me. My eyes rolled back, my hips arched up as an intense orgams washed over me, making me see stars. Bucky tenderly licked all of my juices up, humming satisfied while my legs were still buckling from the aftermath of my first orgasm.

“Bucky, please I need to feel you inside me.” I almost begged. “Believe me, doll, there’s nothing I want to do more right now. But first I wanna see you come again. You think you can take another one, baby?” Tenderly he kissed my still sensitive woman hood.

Gently he started nibbling at my clit, pushing a finger slowly into my entrance at the same time. “Oh, Bucky!” “That’s it, baby girl. Scream my name.” To underline his cooed words he inserted a second finger in my pulsing pussy, curling them both in order to reach my g-spot. A cry of pure pleasure left me along with moaning a mixture of curse words and Bucky’s name. “Fuck! Bucky, right there! Oh god, don’t stop, I’m so close!”

“Your wish is my command.” With that said, Bucky flicked his tongue harder around my nub, hollowing his cheeks to suck my clit between his swollen lips, furiously pumping his fingers into me, hitting that spot again and again. “Oh, fuck, oh yes, yes YES! BUCKY!” My vision faded to black as waves of fire burned their way through my whole body.

Bucky crawled back up to me, kissing me hard, swirling his tongue around mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, intensifying the thrill. My fingers were running over Bucky’s back all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. Our tongues were massaging each other, my fingers wandering to the front of Bucky’s pants, undoing the button and zipper, shoving the material under the curve of his ass.

Through the black fabric of his underwear I rubbed Bucky’s hard erection. A deep growl left Bucky, my hips rocking against his to create some sort of friction. “Baby doll, I need you,” Bucky stuttered. “Then take me, James.”

Bucky finally discharged his last pieces of clothes, I inhaled sharply at the sight of his rock hard cock, already leaking droplets of precum. If I wouldn’t have been so desperate to feel him inside me, I would have sucked Bucky off immediately. With a knowing smirk, Bucky made eye contact with me. “Another time, doll. I need to be inside you right now.”

Bucky aligned his cock with my entrance, rubbing the tip a few times through my wet slit. Suddenly he stopped, looking guilty and shocked at me. “Shit, I almost forgot the condom.” I looked him sheepishly in his blue orbs, biting softly on his right earlobe, whispering seductively. “No need to worry. I’m on the pill. Now please, do something, Bucky.”

I shivered when Bucky rubbed his cock for the second time through my juices, lubricating it, before pushing slowly into me. “Fuck, doll. You’re tight. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Moans of pleasure, heavy breathing were the only sounds heard in the room. I wiggled my hips, getting comfortable with the burning sensation from Bucky’s cock stretching my walls so deliciously. He kept pushing till he was buried to the hilt into me, reaching spots no man ever reached before.

“B-Bucky, please move.” I could only whisper hoarsely. Bucky started with a slow pace, leaving only his tip in me, before pushing back in all the way. I was soon a whimpering, load moaning mess. I digged my fingers into Bucky’s ass, pulling him down harder into me. We both cried out of pleasure when he reached even deeper. I couldn’t take it much longer, nearly begging Bucky to move faster. “Please, please, I need to come. Fuck! Oh, Bucky, right there. Faster!” My nails raked over his shoulders and back as he picked up a faster rhythm.

Our sweaty, heavily breathing bodies moved in perfect sync, trying to reach our highs. Bucky pounded with fast, hard and deep strokes into me. As much as I wanted to warn Bucky of my upcoming orgasm, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, unable to let words leave my lips. “JAMES!” My walls contracted around Bucky’s cock, making him loosen his rhythm as his own climax approached.

With a guttural cry Bucky released his hot seed inside me, painting my inner walls with his white semen. He collapsed on top of me, peppering my face with loving kisses, as we both came down from our climaxes.

With a last peck on my lips, he walked into the bathroom. He returned with a warm wash cloth in his hands, getting rid of our mixed juices between my cunt. I hummed satisfied as he climbed back into bed to me, spooning me from behind, covering both of us with the duvet. “I love you, Bucky, more than anything.” “I love you, too, [Y/N], more than my life. Sleep now, doll. You need all the energy for round two.” A faint chuckle was all I could come up with, before falling asleep pressed tightly against Bucky’s warm body.                      


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‘Always There’: Anti Mini Fic

So I wrote another Anti fic… with a little bit of Septiishu and I feature in it too… no idea what made me think of this but I hope you like it anyway :) 

Kind of a spoiler but tw, if you don’t like reading about people hurting others or themselves then probably don’t read this ^-^

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Messed Up

Originally posted by team-spidey

Author’s Note: big thanks to my homie @heaventide who helped me out with this fic as well as even helping me naming it since i suck at coming up with titles. (this is a lot shorter than i anticipated it to be so plz don’t kill me.)

Request: “Hello! Could you make a cacw: peter parker x reader imagine where Peter likes Michelle (Zendaya) and the reader likes him and she tells him by accident and he doesn’t take it well?”

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Not usually this brave

The second planned pants poop on my trip was fairly ridiculous on all levels. I’d previously imagined a situation in a supermarket but have never been brave enough to follow it through, haha. My local supermarkets at home are too risky and I bump into people I know quite often so I figured this was probably the only chance I’ll get anytime soon to realise something I’d been considering for a while.

As with any plan I’d pictured what I wanted out of it, firstly, to lose control in an aisle, secondly to waddle to the toilets and finish off in my pants, thirdly to waddle out of the store with visibly pooped pants. I’d bought some stretchy light brown treggings from Amazon and decided on pink underwear under nude tights cut and rolled up. I’d had a few days in-between from my beach poop and had controlled my diet since to create as large a poop as possible. 

That morning I couldn’t really believe I was going to do this and was nervous and excited. I left for the store about 11am after battling back the need to poop a few times which gets worse when I’m nervous. It was a rainy day and that proved to be useful later on. The store was only a 10 minute drive away and I went in as normal and started browsing while letting the pressure build which it did very quickly. I can usually decipher and link the way a poop feels as to how messy it will be. The more movement back and forth I feel the more solid it is. This one was quite relentless without as much feeling of motion so my bet was quite mushy, which was good as the more solid one’s can get painful. The caveat is that they’re much harder to control, which it was, and they can stain quite badly, which it did. 

In the cosmetics aisle situated at the far end of the supermarket I was browsing as usual but now getting very desperate and about to lose, or win, depends how you look at it! Any normal person would have been well on the way to a toilet by now but I just stood there with my legs crossed starting to let my body take over. There were a few other people close by, a family I think a little further down and an attractive girl looking at the hair products with me only a few metres away so I couldn’t stand too defensively. My mind started going into overload, what if it was noisy, it would be totally obvious at this distance but it was too late and I uncrossed my legs and did my best to stop thinking. I didn’t have to push at all, it just started coming out all on its own and it was indeed messy. And then my fears were realised as the flow sped up it made a muffled blurpy sort of sound at which point I tried to slam on the brakes. Now bright red and smelling noticeably, about half way through and aware from my peripheral vision that I had attracted her attention, I just made an awkward waddle to the toilets while trying to stop the flow. I also put my hand on my bum briefly making it even more obvious. Totally seen and it was a huge rush. There are some times when I wonder if I’ve been noticed but that was a certainty. The toilets were at the same far end of the store so I didn’t need to go that far and luckily both loo’s were free.

Still desperate I could now resist a little better in private and I just stood in there with a very smelly load in my pants, contemplating what I’d just done. The need to finish was getting worse and after a few minutes I decided to keep my treggings up as I stopped resisting. This time I pushed a little and the rest flowed out making more noise and just kept coming; far more than I’d expected and it felt very warm. This is the precise reason I use the tights cut above the knees and rolled up. It would have definitely overflowed and gone down my legs and I don’t like ruining my boots. The moment was incredible and the relief much needed. My only regret is that I didn’t carry on around the store to finish instead as it was a pleasingly huge poop that still remained after losing it in the aisle. However, the toilets are located at the opposite side of the store to the entrance and a walk of shame was looming. I did my tripod in the handbag on the door trick and took a picture and then started plucking up the courage to face the music. From the photo I could see there was staining already and it was very bulgy, so bulgy that I decided to awkwardly take off the treggings and put on another pair of spare underwear on top of the pink pants and tights to help keep it under control. They were sloggi maxi 12’s in lilac and helped a little. 

I left the cubicle and was still alone so I took a quick picture on my phone in the mirror, washed my hands, had a spray of romance and left the ladies. Immediately I was already being followed and should have taken a detour down an aisle. The walk across the store along the numerous cashier scanners and queues of people seemed to take forever. I don’t know how many people saw but it was obvious and I could smell myself above the perfume even though I was walking. It was another huge rush and as embarrassed as I was, it was definitely arousing. This was as public as my friends pants poop so it felt like a victory in the sense of recreating something similar. I hope I didn’t gross out too many people. I wonder what they all thought and whether the reactions were purely disgust or anything else. It’s the nature of a pants poop. People only notice behind you and you don’t look back. I’d be interested to see the security video at that time.

Back outside it was raining heavily and I again had to walk in my stained shame past many people. I got to my car and then had to sit in the mess. It squelched everywhere. It was already riding up quite high in the back and sitting in it had to be done slowly so I could control it enough so it didn’t breach the back waist band. I drove off and then did something crazy. I hadn’t planned it but it struck me that with the rain I could use my umbrella to cover my face if I fancied escalating things and in a crazy attempt to keep the rush going I drove into town, parked and walked the highstreet in my badly pooped pants. No photos of that I’m afraid unless taken by a witness somewhere but after having sat in it, the seat of my treggings were now stained through and couldn’t be more obvious. I noticed various people looking at me on the return leg back up the highstreet and angled the umbrella to cover most of my face. I also noticed my front was now stained too. I have a picture from when I returned afterwards, I was a disaster zone. 

There it is; in one morning of madness I surpassed by miles any of my previous levels of bravery and fully pooped myself in public and the rush of it was amazing. The down side is I’m now a little bored of my standard woodland walks which pale compared to the giddy rush of full on public messing. But maybe such public excursions should remain far from home. 

I’ll write up the final pants poop of my trip soon; it was again rather eventful. Thanks for reading and happy pooping ☺

Protect Me

Request: 31 - 32 Derek Hale vs Y/N 

Author’s Note: This was fun to write, oh my goodness. I had so many feels the whole time. So many. Oh lord

31:  “Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you”

32. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified”

Warnings: Implications of sexual activity; feels. So many feels.


I stared at the high ceiling of the loft, the silky sheets covering my body. Derek laid next to me, sound asleep. I listened to his even breathing and tried to match the steady rhythm with my own. Looking over at him, I couldn’t help but let out a small, bittersweet smile. His face was devoid of any worry lines, something that only happened when he was sleeping, and he finally looked like he was at peace.

Derek.. The memories of the night before, only a few hours ago, ran through my mind, sending a tingling feeling all over my body. I remembered the feel of his lips on mine, so soft and gentle, yet so commanding and dominating. My mind replayed the sensation of his calloused hands running all over my skin, from my neck to my arms to my sides to my thighs, exploring every dip and curve they could find. I thought of his fingers lacing with mine as we merged into one, our bodies moving together perfectly to create tiny, explosive sensations. 

My chest suddenly became tight. Tears were burning behind my eyes and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep them from spilling over. I knew he didn’t want anything more than the shock waves of bliss we sent rippling through each other several days a week.

But I did.

I wanted Derek Hale, all of him, but I knew I’d never be able to have him completely. Resigning myself to the promise that I wouldn’t continue to torture myself like this anymore, I climbed out of the bed as quietly as I could, trying not to wake him as I slipped back into my clothes from the day before. I turned to steal one last look at Derek before walking out of his life, but when I found his green eyes looking back at me, my heart broke a little more.

“You aren’t staying?” he asked softly, his voice riddled with sleep. I shook my head to give myself a few extra sentences to pull my voice together.

“Not tonight,” I told him simply. I held his gaze for a moment more, dropping my eyes toward the floor when it became too much. I tried to steady my breathing and get myself under control. I refused to let myself lose it in front of him right now. I heard the covers shift and snapped my head up to see Derek out of bed and walking toward me.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” he asked, his voice sounding concerned. “I can hear your heartbeat.” I closed my eyes and half-turned toward the door.

“I can’t do this anymore..” I managed to get out in a whisper. 

“What do you mean?”

“This, Derek,” I stated, the tears getting dangerously close to falling down my cheeks. “I can’t keep sleeping with you and pretending like I’m okay afterward!” I met Derek’s eyes the best I could without falling apart. His brows were knitted in confusion and he let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair.

“I don’t understand…I didn’t know you felt that way,” he told me, reaching out to touch my arm, but I pulled away, shaking my head.

“I’m sorry..” I choked out, salty drops now staining my face. I made for the door, not able to be around him for another second.

“Y/N wait!” Derek called, and I froze, my hand resting on the door to the loft. “Talk me, come on. Please..” I could hear him walking toward me. Taking a deep breath, I spun around to face him.

“I’m scared- no, I’m terrified,” I stated, my voice sounding shaky. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” Tears were pouring from my eyes now, and I didn’t even care that he was seeing me like this.

“What?” Derek replied. There was slight shock in his voice, which only made this worse.

“You and I, we don’t want the same things, Derek,” I began. “At first, yeah, it was a good fuck, but now? Now it’s passionate in a whole other way! It’s sweet and caring and loving. It has been for awhile now. I don’t really know where that changed along the line, but it isn’t just sex for me anymore. I’m making love.” I was becoming louder and more full of emotion by the word. “I want you, Der. I don’t just mean in bed, I mean all the time. I want to have an actual, real relationship with you, and that’s dangerous.”

“Why do you think that’s dangerous?” he asked quietly, looking at me with pain in his eyes.

“Because you don’t want that!” I yelled, throwing my arms out.

“You think, after all this time, that I don’t want to have a relationship with you?” Derek stepped closer to me now, his eyes narrowing slightly, but not in a threatening way. 

“It has been five months, Derek. If you wanted something more then-”

“You don’t know how many nights I lay awake and I see you sleeping next to me, so fragile and so beautiful and calm, everything I’m not, and I think about what it would be like to be able to hold you every night, to be able to spend every free minute I have with you, to take you out, to really be with you!” he said, his voice sounding urgent. But hearing these words only made me angry. It didn’t make sense.

“Then why!” I yelled at him. “Tell me why that can’t happen!”

“Because nothing has ever scared me more than being with you!” Derek shouted back. “You don’t get it. I’m not safe. Everyone I care about, they end up getting hurt- or worse.” His tone was quieter now, but his chest was rising and falling slightly more quickly than normal. More tears came to my eyes and I walked slowly over to him, tilting his face to look me in eyes, my hand cupping his cheek softly.

“Then protect me,” I whispered. Derek drew in a sharp breath, holding my gaze and searching my eyes. And then he was kissing me. He was kissing me like I was his only source of oxygen and I clung to his shoulders for dear life. When we broke away, he rested his forehead against mine to catch our breath, our eyes closed as we basked in the moment.

“With my life,” he said softly, and then I was leaning up to kiss him.

anonymous asked:

I've thought about this a lot, must have been emotionally wrenching for Kakashi seeing his best friend die a second time and his sensei too, so I thought a headcanon in which he breaks and Sakura finds him and heals him , you know, something like that...

Something was missing, Sakura thought as she scanned the battlefield with sharp but tired eyes. Healing the last one drained the remanent of her energy and now that she finally looked up to study the scenery, something felt wrong.

Genma was passed out on the ground next to her, snoring lightly and looking like a little child if you ignored the blood and the mud.

Next to her Ino was healing Kiba who had a broken arm and severely bruised jaw.

In her direct line of sight was Tenten, staring into space. Sakura always suspected Tenten liked Neji -and even if she didn’t, losing a teammate has got to be the hardest thing ever.

Naruto and Sasuke limped their way back to the crowd, both bleeding heavily, their stumps closed but yet to be properly healed.

It clicked in her mind.

Where’s Kakashi?

Sakura stood up in alarm and swayed lightly on the spot. ‘Ugh, Chakra depletion.’ She thought in misery.

There’s only one place the silver-head would go to right now.

Sakura limped her way to the cenotaph and there, she found him.

But something looked awfully off. The air tasted weird -even his posture looked wrong.

He had a naturally slouched posture but this…this wasn’t the way Kakashi stood.

Because dispute his hunched shoulders and laziness he still held his head up a certain way, with an air of confidence…but now it was tilted down and staring on the ground, his shoulders were stiff and slightly shaking.


His whole body froze. He didn’t turn around as he replied, “yes?”

Even his voice was too heavy.

“What’s wrong?” She asked and nearly had a heart attack when she heard him sniff quietly and wipe at his face.

“Nothing. Why are you here?”

When he turned around to face her, her heart nearly shattered. He looked so vulnerable, his eyes were red and his mask was gone. Blood and dirt stained his cheeks.

“Kakashi are you crying?” She asked, gobsmacked.

He looked away from her face. “No. Some dirt got in my eyes.”

The clear stains of tears left on his face said otherwise.

And now wasn’t the time to gush over seeing his face either and so she approached him with a quiet sigh and wrapped her arms around him. “It’s okay to cry. It’s human. You should let it out.”

He was stiff for a few moments before his forehead dropped onto her shoulder and she felt his shaky breathing on her neck.

She tried to contain her shock when she felt little wet droplets on her shoulder and felt his shoulders shake slightly.

Her heart clinched painfully. Kakashi never cried -he must be in a lot of pain to allow himself to, and in front of her!

She held him closely, her hand gently rubbing his back. She didn’t try to offer him comforting words -she wasn’t sure he’ll like that so instead she pressed soft kisses on the side of his face until he calmed down.

He didn’t let go though. “This is embarrassing.”

His voice was so little and weak she nearly cried herself. “I don’t think so.”

He pulled back finally, to roughly wipe at his face before facing her once more. His appearance broke her heart.

“What is it?” She asked him again, gently.

“Ah,” he said taking a weary breath. “It was a little rough to see Obito and sensei die again is all.”

Sakura didn’t think about that. It must’ve been so hard.

She held his hands and squeezed them, “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and put on a weak smile, “I’m glad you’re fine at least.”

“I’m fine.” She confirmed. “But I’ll feel better if you’d let me take care of you. Come on, let’s go home.”

He nodded and let her lead him back to the village by the hand. Their homes might be destroyed, but even a tent was home as long as they were together.

Panic Chord

Fic Request: Could I request the Desert Wolf attacking and Kidnapping Stiles because of Malia but then Lydia hears about it and is like “He saved me so I’m going to save him.” :) thanks xx

Rating: T

Genre: Action, Angst, Romance, Comfort, Canon Divergence

Author: californcari

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