#//first for his hair and second for the outfit

[navybrat817]

Hold You Tight: Part 17

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 16 | Series Masterlist | Part 18

Chapter Word Count: Over 5.9k

Chapter Summary: You take a step further in your relationship with Bucky.

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, dubcon elements, dirty talk, thigh riding, tension, kissing, reference to stalking, inner turmoil, manipulation, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! Thank you for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You tried to occupy yourself as you waited for Bucky to pick you up. You made sure you had your outfit for tomorrow and sent Addison a text to confirm when and where you were meeting. God, what if Bucky insisted on dropping you off? He likely would. There was no way he’d let you head over on your own, unless Ray or someone dropped you off.

“What am I doing?” you muttered.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you frowned. You had changed out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable. He would think you looked sexy no matter what you wore, even if you didn’t try. What was he going to expect or demand from you? There was no way you’d go through the entire evening in his home without him touching you or something.

You weren’t sure if the anticipation was worse or knowing he’d probably make your body enjoy whatever he’d do to you, and use that as a weapon against you.

The knock on your door made you jump. Had two hours passed already? You checked the peephole and saw Bucky on the other side, shifting from one foot to the other. At least he didn’t break his way inside like he could’ve easily done.

“Hi.” You slowly opened the door to let him in. “I-”

Bucky had you against the wall before you could finish, his lips insistently pressing against yours. The kiss only lasted seconds, but it felt like hours when he pulled away. “Don’t walk home alone again,” he whispered with a brief flash of fear in his eyes.

You nodded after a moment. The conversation from earlier was still on his mind, clearly. “I won’t.”

“You look beautiful by the way.” Taking a breath, he ran both hands through his hair and straightened up. He looked like his normal self again, and you knew it. No matter what he’d find you attractive. “Is this everything?” he asked, picking up the overnight bag and garment bag that you had left by the door.

“Yeah, it should be,” you said, making sure you had your phone and purse, too.

“Was the rest of your day okay?” he asked, watching carefully as you locked the door.

“It was fine,” you replied. You were so busy thinking about Bucky that you hadn’t thought much about Clark. “Was yours?”

“Better now that I’m taking you back to our place,” he said. There was that spring in his step again, like he was allowed to be happy since he knew you were really okay after walking home alone.

“You don’t have to go to the club tonight?” you asked.

“Only if there’s an emergency. There’s no special event tonight, no reason to make an appearance, and my staff knows how to take care of the place,” he assured you. “Time with you is much more important than that.”

When someone like Bucky had the kind of money he did, you imagined he’d drop just about anything to spend time with you and it wouldn’t make a dent in his pocketbook. Even if he lost everything tomorrow, it would be the same. Somehow you’d come first.

Once you were outside, you were surprised to find Steve standing by Bucky’s car instead of Ray. “Hi,” the blonde smiled with a row of perfect teeth.

“Hi,” you replied, stepping a bit closer to Bucky. Steve was his best friend, but you still didn’t know him well. What you did know was that he had his own woman he was stalking.

“Steve insisted on talking to you about that double date.” Bucky playfully rolled his eyes and refused to let his friend take the bags from his hands. He really didn’t want anyone else carrying your things or opening doors for you. “He’s stubborn, but you get used to it after a while.”

“I’m stubborn?” Steve chuckled. “Pot meet kettle.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Bucky smiled, helping you into the car.

The interaction between the two of them was so natural and easy. You imagined that in another life they were decent men who fought for others instead of trapping them. “So, what exactly did you want to talk about?” you asked once you took off.

“Well, we can talk about how excited Bucky is that you’re spending the night,” Steve teased.

“I think she knows,” Bucky smirked, your cheeks hot. Did the whole gang feed into his delusion of what would happen if you stayed over?

“Did you want to talk about the double date?” you asked, hoping the topic switch would help.

“Well, my girl likes art and Bucky mentioned how you sometimes like to relax with a glass of wine,” Steve began, smiling at you in the mirror. “So, I was thinking, we could do one of those wine and painting classes. Just the four of us.”

“But if you didn’t want to do a painting, they do something similar with pottery where everyone can pick their own piece to paint,” Bucky said, slipping an arm over your shoulders.

“Dinner before the painting, too. It would be really nice for you two to talk,” Steve continued, tapping a finger on the steering wheel. “She’s a sweet girl with a big heart, but she doesn’t have many friends nearby like you do.”

“I mean, I’m fine with painting a canvas or pottery. I think we should let her choose since art is one of her passions.” Your heart went out to the girl. Was that why Steve set his sights on her? Did he feel like he was rescuing her in some sense? “And does she have a preference on wine? White or red? Sweet or dry? Maybe I can pick a bottle for her while I’m at the vineyard tomorrow.”

Steve glanced at you again in the mirror, impressed. “That’s very considerate of you,” he said, sharing a quick look with Bucky, too. “And she likes sparkling sweet wine.”

“I have a very considerate girl,” Bucky boasted, kissing your temple. “You really are thoughtful.”

“I try to be,” you whispered, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “I’m sure Bucky will give me the details once it’s set up,” you said, not finding it in you to argue since you were outnumbered.

“He will,” Steve smiled, clearing his throat. “And now that we have that out of the way…”

“Really, punk?” Bucky asked, tightening his hand on our shoulder.

You sat up a little. All the warmth had left his voice, and he tensed up beside you. “What’s going on?”

“Tell her, Buck,” Steve urged.

You held your breath. Was this about earlier in the day when Ray spoke with Bucky? “Yes, please, tell me.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “Mrs. Crandle wasn’t at work today, was she?” he asked as if he already knew the answer.

“No, she…” Your eyes widened. Kate said she called out for some business reason. “Oh, my god. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, she’s fine,” Bucky assured you, cupping your cheeks. “She’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“For now, she is,” Steve muttered under his breath.

“Just shut up and drive,” Bucky ordered when you gasped. “The reason she was suddenly out of work today was because of Zemo.”

Your heart sank. What the hell would Zemo want with Mrs. Crandle? “What do you mean?”

“From what we’ve gathered, he met up with her to tell her that she won an all expenses paid trip to a flower expo. She was shocked since she didn’t remember even entering the contest, but he told her someone anonymously registered her,” he explained. “He asked questions about some of her employees in case she wanted to bring anyone from her shop along and your name came up.”

“But why?” you asked. Why would Zemo make a contest just to talk to your boss?

“We still don’t know the angle.” Bucky’s jaw clenched. “He could be doing it to show that can get to people close to you.”

“Like you with Addison and Brady?” you asked. Nick was Brady’s boss now, and it was clear that it wasn’t a coincidence.

“Bucky doesn’t have his hand in the shop out of respect for you, and Zemo knows that,” Steve chimed in before Bucky could argue. “So it’s possible that he may be trying to butter Mrs. Crandle up before he makes an offer, whether it’s to offer some kind of protection or to buy out her shop completely.”

The thought of Zemo owning the shop where you worked or having his hand in it made your stomach turn. “She loves her shop, and she’s honest when it comes to business. She wouldn’t want someone stepping in or buying it,” you said, your breathing a bit heavier. “Is she in danger? Is something going to happen to her because of me?”

If something happened to Mrs. Crandle, you’d never forgive yourself.

“It isn’t because of you, Kotyonok. It’s his actions,” Bucky answered. Just like Bucky’s actions put you in the line of fire. “I hesitated telling you because we still need answers, but she’s safe. We also have someone keeping an eye on her, just to exercise caution.”

You exhaled. If Zemo was trying to scare you, it was working. “Please, don’t keep me in the dark,” you said. Even if it scared you, you had to know. “And Mrs. Crandle is one of the most harmless people in the city and the shop is all she has. If he-”

“We won’t let anything happen to her,” Bucky promised. It was a lot to promise. “And I’m sorry I didn’t say something this morning. I just wanted you to have a normal day.”

You understood part of Bucky’s reasoning. Telling you even when she wasn't in immediate danger would've thrown your whole day off. But what was a normal day now? “We deal with ups and downs every day. So just tell me next time something’s going on, especially if it involves someone important to me.” Ignorance isn't bliss in the world Bucky lived in.

He regarded you with a soft smile. “I will.”

You stayed quiet for the remainder of the ride while Bucky and Steve discussed dinner options for the double date night. It would’ve been endearing with how excited they were, had it not been for the fact that you and Steve’s girl didn’t exactly have a choice. What was going to happen at Thor’s party?

And what about your loved ones? Were they safe? You thought being by Bucky’s side would keep them safe from his wrath, but what if Zemo went after them? You had to trust that Bucky and his men wouldn't allow that to happen.

“You two have fun tonight,” Steve winked. “Try not to get too handsy, jerk.”

“What?” you asked, your throat dry once you realized you were at Bucky’s place. God, you were really there. There was no backing out.

“Just get in your car and go, punk,” Bucky chuckled, helping you out and grabbing your things. “He really is excited for you and his girl to become friends.”

“I’ll bet,” you said, giving Steve a small wave for his benefit.

You counted the number of steps from the car to the elevator. This was similar to when he brought you here the first time because you didn’t know what to expect. You weren’t sure if it was better or worse though knowing what you knew now.

“Where’s Ray?” you asked.

“He’s busy,” Bucky answered cryptically, sweeping his gaze over you. “You seem nervous. If you’d rather skip your day out tomorrow, I can help you find a few ways to relax.”

“How about I find a way to relax and still go out tomorrow?” you suggested.

“You’re really determined to go. And here I thought Steve and I were the stubborn ones,” he smirked, guiding you into the penthouse. “Why don’t you take a seat in the living room and I’ll put your stuff in the bedroom?”

“Okay,” you breathed, hoping he didn’t notice you trembling as you walked through the place. It felt warmer than the last time you were there, more like the temperature that you kept at your place. And as dangerous as Bucky was, you somehow felt safe being there. Someone like Zemo wasn’t going to get in there. Clark wouldn’t either.

Rubbing your arms, you took a seat on the sofa. It was a beautiful room, but nothing like your living room. It wasn't just the difference in size, but you noticed once again that there were no nicknacks or homey touches. Maybe you could add a pop or color or even some flowers to… Oh, God. You were really thinking of how you’d decorate the place.

“You still look nervous,” Bucky said once he joined you, giving you absolutely no space as he took a seat. “You don’t have to be.”

“I’m not nervous,” you lied, biting your lip. “Okay, I am a little.”

He hummed. “Were you expecting me to drag you to bed?”

You nodded slowly. He behaved himself in the car with Steve there, but now the two of you were alone and you had no idea where Ray was. There was nothing to stop him from taking what he thought belonged to him.

“You thought sex would make it up to me because you walked home alone?”

“No,” you said immediately. You shouldn’t have to give him sex to say you’re sorry, especially when he had a much longer list of things he needed to apologize for. “I just thought this was a natural step in a relationship, you know? Spending the night together.”

A natural step would’ve been him staying at your place, too, but he was certain you would live at his place. And having him in your space, it didn’t feel the same. It was something you wanted to keep sacred.

“It is a natural step, but I don’t think you offered to stay here to make it up to me.”

His statement surprised you. That was part of the reason. If you made it up to him, he wouldn’t object to you going out with your friends. You weren’t going to bring up Clark or that the thought of being alone at your place made you nervous. “Then why else do you think I’m here?” you asked.

“Because you like being near me,” he said, your eyes rounding. “You slept beside me last night and you want to experience that again. Either that or being near me makes you feel safer than you want to admit.”

You scoffed. “No, that’s…” You shook your head. “I mean, no. That’s just-”

He gently smiled. “It's okay to admit. It'll be our secret.”

You shook your head again. Admitting that being in his arms wasn’t terrible and that his place did feel safer than yours at the moment would give him another win. “I'm not admitting anything.”

The smile on his face widened. “Is it because I'm right and you don't want me to be right?”

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said, standing and crossing your arms. “I should just go.”

“No, no, no. I’ll stop teasing. Please stay,” he nearly begged, getting to his feet, too. “How about I run you a bath and you can relax?”

“...A bath?” you asked. It wasn’t fair. He knew how much you loved taking baths.

He nodded. “A warm bath and a glass of wine, too.”

You uncrossed your arms, avoiding his hopeful gaze. It was a bit of a rough day, on top of a rough week. You deserved to relax. “Okay, that actually sounds really nice.”

He smiled and offered his hand. “I have bath bombs or salts if you want those, too. Anything to help you relax.”

“You have bath bombs?” you asked, your curiosity peaked. “What kind?”

“I have honeysuckle, lavender, vanilla,” he smiled softly. Each scent sounded like something that would help make the stress leave your body. “Let me show you.”

You let him lead the way you were pretty sure most of your apartment could fit inside the luxurious bathroom. The inviting tub almost made you burst into happy tears. It was nothing like your builder's grade tub. This was an honest to goodness clawfoot tub of your dreams.

“You like it?” Bucky smiled.

Blinking, you remembered Bucky saying how he wanted to fuck you in his tub. Would it be tonight? “I love it,” you admitted.

His smile stretched from ear to ear. “I’ll grab a tray and I can bring you a book if you want. Or you can just relax and enjoy your wine.”

“Well.” You thought it over. “I wouldn’t mind a book.”

Bucky nodded and brought the bath bombs out for you to choose from before he ushered you into the bedroom. “Why don't you stay here and pick one out while I'll get everything else you need?”

“Okay,” you said, holding your breath as you stared at the king sized bed. You avoided looking at it when he led you into the bathroom, but now you couldn’t help yourself. That was the bed he expected you to sleep with him in… the bed he’d fuck you and make love to you in. The satin sheets were a dark promise that he’d get everything he wanted and more.

Shaking your head, you carefully picked up each bath bomb and gave them a sniff. Each one smelled better than the last, and your eyes nearly rolled back at the one you selected. You wondered if he had these before you met or if he bought them specifically for you to have available.

Bucky came back after a minute and took your hand, guiding you back into the bathroom. “I’ve got everything all set.” The tub was steaming, candles were lit, and there was a generous glass of wine waiting on the tray with a book. “There's a robe on the back of the door, and I'll make sure fresh pajamas are ready for when you get out.”

You tried not to choke up. It felt romantic, but you appreciated how thoughtful it was. “I…” You had to clear your throat. “I brought pajamas.”

“I know, but I wanted to surprise you,” he smiled. “They’re your size and I think you’ll like them.”

“Thanks.” What other clothes did he have waiting for you? “What will you do while I'm in the tub?”

“I have a couple of calls to make.” He kissed your forehead. “And there's something else I want to set up for you.”

You shook your head. “I think this is more than enough,” you said honestly. He didn’t have to go to the trouble of setting this up. “But…” You fidgeted a little. “You promise you won’t just… barge in, right?”

This was still his home. He could easily make an excuse to go into his bathroom for whatever reason. And being naked in the bathtub, you’d be more vulnerable than normal.

Bucky’s eyebrows pinched. “Of course I won’t. This is your relaxing time,” he promised, kissing your forehead again as you breathed easier. “And like I said, I have a few things to do.”

You felt a little sheepish at his expression. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“Nothing to apologize for. I don't blame you for double checking.” He patted your backside with a gentle hand. “Just enjoy your time.”

With a small smile, he shut the door behind him. You waited a full minute after hearing his footsteps fade before you undressed and added the bath bomb to the tub. The scent brought a smile to your face before you tested the water temperature with your hand. It felt perfect, evident by your sigh once you got in.

You took your time sipping your wine as you began to read. Was this really going to be your bathroom now? Would you relax here after a rough shift or just because you felt like it? How many nights would Bucky insist on joining you?

But the man was, surprisingly, true to his word. He hadn’t disturbed you once. Even after you finished your glass and added more warm water to the tub, he didn’t knock or barge in. Even when you grudgingly got out of the tub and dried off before you pulled the plush robe on, he wasn’t sitting there waiting. Was he actually respecting your boundaries?

Peeking out into the bedroom, Bucky had laid out a pair of soft pajamas like he promised and was still nowhere to be seen. You were still quick to change so he couldn’t sneak a look at you. But where was he?

You thought of calling out when you went to search for him since the lights were dimmed all over the penthouse. Your fingers touched one of the walls. Would he ever hang a picture of his mom up or was it too painful?

Tiptoeing over to the balcony when you saw the door open, you spotted Bucky reading a book, too, and sipping whiskey from a tumbler. He looked completely at ease, lost in his own lonely world, and you weren’t sure if you should disturb him. Turning around, you wondered where you should go. Maybe you could curl up on the couch or something before he could-

“All finished in the bath?”

You froze and turned back toward him, his hair gently blowing in the breeze. “Yeah, sorry. I didn't know what to do when I was done, so I was going to wander around.”

He downed the rest of his glass and smiled. “You're welcome to wander, except into the den which is being redone.” He offered his hand again when he stood. “Did you enjoy your bath?”

“I did. That bath bomb was incredible,” you said. There was no reason to lie. “So was the wine.”

You gulped a little. Oh, god. You didn’t see him pour the glass. Why did you accept that from him? He could’ve put something in it. No, he wouldn’t. He wanted you to want him without that sort of influence.

“I'll get you more. The bath bomb and the wine.” he smiled, leading you back to the living room where he had pillows and blankets set up.

“Bucky, you didn’t have to-”

“I don't have to do anything, but I wanted to. Do you like it?”

You looked at the lush blankets and fluffy pillows. Like the bathroom, it looked like a dream. Looking back at him, you smiled softly at his once again hopeful expression. He carried himself with such confidence and didn't seem to care if he impressed others except for you. “I do. Thank you.”

He smiled, too, his whole face bright. “I thought it would be another good way to relax.”

The memory of Clark walking you home popped in your mind for some reason before you pushed it away. “This is all thoughtful, but aren't I supposed to be making it up to you?”

He frowned a little at your expression. “You being here is more than enough.” His fingers barely grazed your cheek. “Are you okay?”

You blinked and nodded. “I’m fine.”

Bucky considered you and you couldn’t help but fidget again when he pinned you with his gaze. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek and closed your eyes. “I just don't understand why you’re doing all of this.”

He could’ve been manipulating you again, but it actually seemed like he was trying to be a doting boyfriend without expecting anything in return. Your guard was down enough for him to worm his way in, and you all too easily accepted the kind gestures. Why were you making it easy for him?

“You mean setting up the blankets and pillows? I thought we could lay together and watch a movie. Or talk.” His fingers touched your cheek again. “Whatever you want.”

You avoided his gaze when you opened your eyes. “That’s all you want?” you asked. He hadn’t dragged you to bed once you arrived, but he also didn’t say that he didn’t want something.

He ran a thumb over your bottom lip. “Well, I won’t lie to you. I want you, but I'm not pushing you. This is the first time you came to me willingly, and I want to cherish it.”

You shivered at his touch. “Yeah, I did come here willingly,” you said. Sort of.

“And how do you feel being here compared to the first time?”

“Better,” you admitted. You weren’t completely terrified this time, and you also felt like you had some control over. Maybe not much, but some.

“Good. Now, shall we?”

You nodded and allowed Bucky to help you settle into the comfort of the pillows. He pulled you close, but it wasn’t as suffocating as it had been before. This felt more gentle. More… right.

It should’ve felt wrong.

The room was so quiet and all you could hear for a minute was the gentle sound of his breathing and his heart beating. “What's your favorite color?” you asked. “I don't think you've told me.”

You weren’t sure if you had taken the time to ask because, well, it hadn’t been a real relationship in your eyes. But you needed to know him. Call it acceptance or ammunition. Maybe both.

“Blue,” he answered, his hand absentmindedly moving along your side.

“And your birthday?”

“March 10th.”

“Wait, you're a Pisces?” you smiled a little. “That explains so much.”

He smiled down at you and chuckled. “Oh, does it now?”

You laughed lightly. “Well, yeah. I mean, you’re just… you know…” He raised an eyebrow and waited for you to finish. “Emotional.”

“I can't argue with that,” he smiled, leaning in a bit. “Does it explain anything else?”

“Well, you're…” You were a little distracted as he kept rubbing your side. “Intense. Passionate. You want to be close to the person you fall for.”

He fit that to a tee.

His darkened eyes made you lose your breath. “I can’t argue with that either,” he whispered, pulling you close without hesitation and fusing your mouths together.

Bucky held you tight and rolled you over so you were on top of him, his hands skimming your thighs as he made you straddle him. A small sound escaped when he brushed against you, your heart pounding in your ears. “Bucky-”

“Stay home with me tomorrow,” he whispered, sitting up with you in his lap still. “We don’t have to go anywhere. We can spend the whole day together.”

“No,” you said firmly. You were going out with your friends and that was final. “Send Ray or someone to watch over me. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Please?” he asked, thrusting his hips up. “I’ll make it worth your while if you skip.”

Natasha’s words crossed your mind, reminding you that you had power. But a sinking feeling washed over you because that power had to come from your body, right? You shouldn’t be expected to give him sex, but you could give him something to hold him over. Pushing the dread away, you could hate yourself later for it. “You can spend time with me when I get back,” you offered, grinding your hips against his. “I’ll be all yours.”

The sickening feeling you expected when he moaned didn’t come. “You promise?” he murmured.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, grinding your hips again. “You can even drop me off at Addison’s, and I’ll let you know when I get back to my place. I promise.”

“Okay, Kotyonok,” he groaned, his hands grabbing your waist. Your triumph didn’t last long. “Keep doing that and I’ll pay for all the bottles of wine you want, too.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Let me touch you. Please, just let me make you feel good,” he half begged, half demanding between kissing you again. He truly hungered for you. “I'll make you feel amazing if you just let me touch you.”

You took a deep, shaky breath. How far would he take it if he touched you? No, you had to stay in control. “You are touching me.”

“Let me take you to bed. I'll eat your pussy so good you'll cry.”

You tensed and tried to push yourself up, but he grabbed you and situated you over one of his massive thighs. He had a firm hold on you and it made your heart pound. “I don't want you to be scared. I'll take such good care of you.”

“I just… I’m not…” If he took you to bed, there’d be no turning back, and you had to maintain some control.

“You’re not ready for that,” he stated, his eyes still dark. Shaking your head, it worried you how he’d take it. But he suddenly started moving you over his thigh, hard and slow. “Okay, Kotyonok. I won't put my tongue or fingers in you just yet, but I still want to make you feel good.”

You made a small sound, trying to get your body to relax. You had never ridden anyone’s thigh before and you hadn’t pictured it like this. But the blissful look on his face, he looked like he was in heaven.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you? Especially like this,” he praised.

“I…” you whimpered. “I’m not-”

“Yes, you are,” he growled, tightening his grip. “And you deserve to feel good. My girl deserves whatever she wants.”

Your hands flew to his shoulders when he flexed his thigh, sending an unexpected shock through your entire body. “Oh, my God,” you whispered before you could stop yourself.

“That felt good, right?” he asked, watching you with lidded eyes. “You want me to keep going? Make you come all over my pants?”

You whimpered when he held you still, unsure it was his dirty talk or the slight edging that had you trembling. “Bucky…”

“Tell me, Kotyonok,” he ordered, licking his lips and relaxing back into the blankets and pillows. “Tell me you want me to keep going and I will.”

You looked deep into his eyes. There was so much fire in them and it was burning for you. Your breath caught as he flexed his thigh again and you found yourself nodding. “Please, Bucky. Keep going.”

He shook his head. “That’s not what I said,” he whispered, sliding his tongue along your lips. “Tell me.”

You swallowed hard, your core throbbing. “I want you to keep going,” you breathed.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, rocking you over his thigh again and sitting up, desperately pressing his lips to your neck. “You'll never have to beg for anything you want. Just ask or tell me and it's yours.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears as your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling his thigh getting wetter beneath you. “Please…” you whispered, unsure of what exactly you were asking for. Mercy? To be put out of your misery? You could ask for anything except for freedom.

“Still begging when you don't have to.” He chuckled affectionately. “You’re so sweet.”

The pleasure building inside you was bittersweet. Sexual acts were, in your eyes, something to bring you closer together. What would he want next? What would you want next?

“Fucking yourself on my thigh. Wait ‘til you fuck yourself on my cock,” he gruffly spoke, your walls clenching around nothing when he lightly nipped over your pulse. “Just let go if you want. Make a mess for me.”

You were breathless from how close you were. “Do… that again,” you said, unable to let yourself feel embarrassed in the moment.

Bucky nipped your neck again and smiled when you moaned. “Fuck, that’s my beautiful girl. Doing so good for me, telling me what you want,” he said gruffly, dragging you faster along his thigh. “Now I want you to come for me.”

Your mouth fell open when he rocked you faster and bit down once more, hard enough that something inside you snapped. It didn’t just snap, you shattered. You saw stars. You couldn't stop it.

“There you go. Coming just for me,” he smiled, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck, you got my thigh all wet. Just ride it out. Good girl.”

Your face burned and you wanted to hide once you slowed down, but he wouldn’t let you when he lifted his head. He looked so happy, like a cat who got the cream. Your release dripped from your pussy and soaked your pajamas and his pants. You let him get you off.

And breathing hard, you surprised both of you by leaning in and kissing him.

He let out a deep moan, kissing you back with everything he had as he held you closer. You were still shaking from your orgasm, and you could blame that for the reason why you kissed him. And he behaved, not letting his hands wander as his tongue moved with yours.

He kept his mouth close to yours when you pulled back. The orgasm surprisingly helped you relax, but it worried you, too. Had you pushed too far with what you just did? Would he want more? You couldn’t let him in, and you weren’t ready to let yourself fall for him after everything. Not yet.

“Um, thanks,” you said, unsure of what to say to break the tension.

“Thank you,” he smiled.

His smile confused you. “But… you didn’t…” you trailed off. He was hard in his pants, and you hadn’t gotten him off. You selfishly got yourself off on his thigh with his encouragement.

“That doesn't matter,” he assured you, kissing the tip of your nose. “You trusted me enough to make you feel good.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. “But that’s… No. I…” You just wanted a bit of time with your friends, it wasn’t about trust. Was it? How could you trust this man?

He tucked your head under his chin and wrapped one of the blankets around you. “I know you're still a bit scared and you don’t want to trust me, and that’s okay. It’s scary to let someone like me in after everything.”

You shut your eyes to hold back tears. He had scared you from the moment you met, but you wouldn’t say you were completely scared of him right now. Not really. You didn’t know how you felt.

That was what scared you.

“Will someone keep an eye on my place while I’m out tomorrow?” you asked curiously, hoping the question didn't sound weird. You just didn't want Clark snooping around, and you didn't want Bucky worked up if you mentioned him.

“I have safety measures in place,” he replied. “Do you feel safe here?” he asked above a whisper.

“Yes,” you replied. You felt safe and in danger all at once. It was a strange feeling.

“Good,” he whispered. “Hey. Maybe you can spend the night tomorrow, too? We’ll do a movie night.”

“Maybe,” you whispered, your heart finally starting to slow to a steady rate. “And pizza.”

“Pizza and a movie? It’s a date,” he smiled. “We can talk about redecorating the place, too. Make it a real home for us.”

“A real home,” you whispered, knowing full well you were home for Bucky.

He rubbed your back and you noticed how relaxed he was. He was content to just hold you. Like an actual couple. Exactly what he wanted.

And if he noticed a tear streaming down your cheek when you eventually fell asleep in his arms, he thoughtfully kept that to himself.

So, that happened. It could've been... worse? He's wearing his girl down, isn't he? How are things going to be in the morning? Will he leave you be when you're with your friends? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[dante-mightdie]

Girl if you don’t give us some more low self esteem reader x price i think i’m gonna die 😫😫 genuinely one of my favs!!

john who finally convinces our lovely low self esteem reader to let him take her out and when the time comes, he’s outside your door all suited and booted. expensive bouquet in his hand as he shifts on his feet, anxiously waiting for you to open the door

it’s been ten minutes since he rung the doorbell. ten minutes since you text him saying you’d be down in a second. he understands that sometimes a lady needs time getting ready but now you aren’t even responding to his messages checking on you

he can’t see you pacing from your bathroom back to your bedroom, pulling and twisting at your outfit until it ‘fits right’. cursing under your breath each time you apply more lip gloss or mascara, only to end up smudging your makeup and ruining it

he can’t see the tears welling in your eyes each time you catch your reflection and you just can’t do it. nothing is working because of you. and john is going to see that. john is going to see you. and you just can’t have that so you leave him down there, waiting for you as you sniffle and pull at your hair in frustration

so he calls you, stepping back to see if your upstairs light was still on as the ringing drones on in his ear. and when you do finally pick up, the first thing he’s greeted with is sniffles

“h-hi john…” you say, a nervous laugh following. before he can ask if you’re okay, you speak again. “m’really sorry to do this but… uhm…”

“love?” he cuts you off, a gentle tone in his voice so you know he’s not upset. a few seconds silence follows before you sniffle again

“yeah?” he can hear the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty. his eyes flick up once more to look at the light coming from your upstairs window

“come open the door, yeah? let me see ya, doll… been waiting all week to see that pretty smile just one more time.” the heat pooling in your stomach at his sweet words causes more tears to leak down your cheeks

you don’t know why he’s any different to the other guys you’ve shut down. you don’t know why you agree to see him and shuffle downstairs to open the door

but that kind smile he throws your way when you finally open the door is enough to make your lip wobble a little more so he distracts you with the bouquet of your favourite flowers

“how did you know-?” you’re ready to question him, and he can see the little glint in your eye. runaway thoughts of maybe this guy is a stalker who’s been watching you. not some prince charming like you’d be reluctantly convincing yourself.

“I asked ya friends at the bar when I was getting your drinks. wanted to know what I should get you for our first date.” there’s a proud beam in his smile, like he knows he’s won you over a little there

“You hadn’t even asked me out yet…” you giggle slightly, sniffling before looking down at the stunning arrangement of flowers

“don’t matter, darling. I knew I was going to the second I saw you…” he states it like it’s obvious, like you should know he was going to pursue you. his hand reaches up to wipe your teary cheeks before offering you his arm to take

“hang on let me change.” you go to turn but he stops you, shaking his head and taking the initiative to wrap your arm in his

“none of that. you look beautiful…” you hate the way his words turn you to mush inside. you hate yourself for falling for it, for leaving yourself vulnerable to his sweet words and charming smile

but you don’t hate him, and the attention he gives you so you figure one date with the handsome man who bought you a drink couldn’t hurt

[breannasfluff]

The apartment door slamming open jerks Jason awake. He’s not sure when he fell asleep, but he’s sure awake now.

“Jay? Are you okay?”

Sparrow is back. Or–Danny, as the teen comes in like a whirlwind. His eyes are wild, flicking to Jason and then beyond him. The crackle of escrima sticks says Dick is back in his Nightwing outfit.

“I’m fine, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Who’s this?” Dick’s all prickly around the edges, stalking closer. “How did you find this place?”

“What the–I was just here!” Danny throws a wild look between them. “I figured you’d be gone, anyway.”

“What, so you could attack Red Hood alone?”

Jason takes pity on Danny because he’s half a second from blowing a gasket with worry. “Bud, you aren’t transformed.”

Danny glances down, confirming that no, he’s not floating, glowing, or sporting different hair and eye colors. “Oh.” It’s a very small sound. 

He’s got to do all the work around here. Rolling his eyes, he waves between the two. “Dick, meet Danny. You know him as Sparrow.”

An escrima stick points in his direction. “The new rogue!”

“I’m not a rogue!”

“Dickie-bird, take off the mask. He’s good.” Jason doesn’t have the mental power to deal with this. The mother of all headaches says his body is complaining about the abuse it’s been put under. His lungs hurt every time he breathes deeply. At least the bullet wound is dulled with local anesthetic. 

The arguing continues before Dick finally puts his weapons away and pulls off the mask. “Little Wing, you better trust this guy with your life.”

His answer is all barred teeth. “Nah, only my death.”

Danny snorts. Hell yeah, death jokes for the win. 

Dick makes that constipated face that means he’s regretting his life choices. Not like Bruce didn’t coin the look first. Pot, meet kettle. 

Leaving the door behind, Danny dumps a pizza box on the table and drops to the couch cushion next to Jason. Dick seethes at having his preferred spot taken and opts for the arm of the couch—overprotective bastard. 

“Hey, I’ve seen you before.” Blue eyes fix on Dick, laser-focused. It’s so like Tim it almost hurts. “You’re the maybe-robber!”

“The what?!” 

Danny ignores the exclamation, flapping a hand at him. “At Flower Reading!”

Dick still looks lost. “At Flower Reading…but the last time I went there was–hey! You wouldn’t tell me when Harley was coming back!”

“You were shady as shit, man! I thought you were casing the place!”

“I’m a vigilante!”

“How am I supposed to know that? You were in like, a business suit!”

Jason’s seen a lot of kicked-puppy expressions cross Dick’s face–he’s a genuine golden retriever of a person. This one takes the cake, though. No one is put off by the sweet Dick Grayson in civvies with a smile. No one. 

Read the rest here!

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters favorite chappell roan looks part two

same warning as the first part hope y'all like ooc stuff

part 1

Lesters favorite is this one from the Midwest princess tour (bonnaroo or something like that) but specifically with the cunt fan

Nicos favorite is the Marie Antoinette themed dress. He likes the wig but honestly he prefers the look with Chappells hair

Wills favorite is the knight look from the vmas he could talk non stop for hours about it and also he's a bi disaster too he's drooling over it idc 

Rachel's favorite is the football player look from idk where the closer is glass Rachel is a wuh luh wuh in some aspect

Tysons favorite is the naked in manhattan music video look. He likes the puffy sleeves and the "marshmallow" hat. Also the phone is cool. 

Alexs favorite look is also from the Jimmy Fallon interview but it's the black swan look. Alex knows cunt when she sees it. When Chappell said "it was some twink at google" Alex was ready to fight for his life to defend Chappell

Ellas favorite is the good luck babe album cover look. She's fascinated with the pig nose and she could rant to someone (probably Tyson) forever about it. She knows every detail about the outfit, from the stones in the rings, to the exact shade of red on the dress.

Clarisses favorite is the eat me look and she is not afraid to say it. She's an animal print girlie okay also she's in my mind a raging lesbian so yk WOMEN

Travis's favorite is the (and this is what ima call it bc I don't think there's actually a name) "smoker mom" vibe look idk. It gives smoker mom and it's awesome. They love it (non binary Travis fans were you at??? Just me.. okay...)

Connors favorite is from the picture you (?) music video. He loves it he's a very emotional guy when it comes to music and by gods picture you is like a symphony of heartbreak 

Reynas favorite is the cowboy look it's cool looking and also she loves the dots and sparkles embedded on the red parts

Thalia favorite look is this specific green blue look I have no idea where it's from or when it was but she loves it. I know this I can feel it in my heart okay also the top piece looks like moss and Thalia gets really sad when she sees miss bc it reminds her of when she was on the run with Luke Grover and Annabeth and those were actually some of the best days for her back then (I'm crying rn I'm sorry)

The hot to go album cover and mv look is magnus's fav it might seem boring to others but Magnus loves the diner look and the aspect of diners in general so

Silenas favorite is the cowgirl look from either the Midwest princess or this might've been when Chappell was opening for Olivia Rodrigo idk. It's shiny it's got accessories it's got TASSELS it's absolutely gorgeous and silena loves it 

Meg really likes the camo look. She won't tell anyone why and the last person that asked her was sneezing daisies for two days. (She told Lester is was because of the gloves. She likes the green gloves. Lester hasn't told a soul, he doesn't dare to.)

Austins fav is this look I have no idea where it's from and I don't even know the full look but from just this I know he'd love it 

Kaylas fav is the biker look from something... I can't remember where this is from but I will figure it out sooner or later

Dakotas favorite is this one again no idea where it's from but it looks like the Midwest princess tour idk

Octavians favorite is this look from chappells performance in Brooklyn NY he's extra and he loves the detail

Hearthstones favorite is the 2024 artist do the year party look and I have no idea how to explain why I just know or his fav is the kink is karma look I am split between the two

And that's the end of the second part like I said before on the first post if I'm missing a character or a look don't hesitate to ask for it

Part 1

[wearebarca]

12. Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character pt. 12

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8* - Part 9* - Part 10 - Part 11

synopsis: Rosalie has never stayed somewhere too long. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself at critical moment in her life, the photographer decides to once again leave behind what she knows and joins the staff of Europe's best football team.

Word count: 3,6k

Warnings: 18+

A/N: Bonjour lovelies, this is the last chapter. Their will be an epilogue following this, it is almost done writing.

Waking up in Alexia’s apartment for the second time in a row felt bittersweet. They had agreed that since the front of Alexia’s building still had a bunch of people waiting to catch a glimpse of them, it would be safer for her to just stay over. Alexia had repeated endlessly how it was no problem and that she was going to ask her to stay despite the situation, but Rosalie could not get past the feeling that she was intruding in her space. 

Sleep had not come easy for her either, making the consequence of a marathon and lack of proper recuperation catastrophic for her body and mood. They were up at dawn, and ready by seven. Alexia had told Rosalie to raid her closet for an outfit and had gone down to make breakfast. She settled on a pair of dress pants that looked oversized on the smaller woman, and a white, fitted t-shirt. She sleeked her hair back in a bun that looked a lot like Mapi’s game day hair and made her way down the stairs. 

Alexia had been an angel with the photographer. Nothing about her behavior even resembled the way she was the first time and that knowledge eased her mind a little , but did not quiet it fully. The footballer had a fierce look in her eyes, one which switched to worry and something softer once they landed on the brunette. She looked small standing in the middle of her living room, looking confused as if she did not know if she should step closer to the blonde or stay away. Alexia met her half way and caressed her cheek before bending down for a soft kiss on her lips. “ Something is missing”

She ran back upstairs and came back down with her vintage leather jacket. She knew how much the photographer loved that jacket and smiled at the surprised look on the photographer’s face. “ perfect.”

This managed to put a small smile on the brunette's face, one which only faded once they pulled up in front of the training facility. Evading the people outside Alexia’s place had been relatively simple thanks to the underground garage and Alexia’s tinted windows, but the ones outside the training grounds were a whole other story. They recognized Alexia’s Cupra instantly and swarmed around the car as soon as it came to a stop before the gates. A few flashes pulled the photographer’s attention but she quickly averted her gaze. 

It was such a déjà-vu for the photographer. Standing in front of the conference room door, the same poignant feeling in her chest. But this time, Alexia was by her side and ready to face this with her instead of alone. 

The same people were gathered around the table. The same grey haired man from before was at the head of the table but at his left, was another older man. Rosalie recognized them as the club managers and owners. Martina was standing in a corner of the room, leaning on the wall and sporting a look that made the photographer uneasy. Alexia’s hand sat at the bottom of her back and guided her towards the two seats available, between Marcello and Jonatan.  

The atmosphere was a lot more tense than the previous meeting. This time, English was not the first language in use, which meant that the photographer was more or less following the rapid exchanges between the group. Her only indicator was how the blonde’s jaw would tense and relax with each exchange. Jona leaned towards the brunette when he realized she looked completely overwhelmed. 

“They are Saying that this is not a matter of the club this time.” He said while keeping an ear for the conversation. “It is a privacy breach that threatens the security of a player and staff member since Alexia’s address is now public.”

Rosalie shrunk a little in her seat. This time there was nothing the management could do, no one to blame for this… yet. Jonatan turned towards the table once again before speaking. “Speaking of security, what could we do to insure Alexia feels safe going home.”

Getting the hint to try and switch to English, the club owner answered. “ Like we said, besides having someone pick up Miss Putellas, there is nothing else we can do.” 

“Do we know more about the source of these pictures?” Alexia said. 

Until now, Marcello had been typing relentlessly at his keyboard and only stopped after Alexia’s question. “Sí, the pictures were sent to a local online tabloid.” He said, looking back at his screen. 

“Why does it matter? You were caught in public. That’s the end of it.” Martina declared from her spot against the wall. Everyone turned their gaze towards her. Alexia was about to reply, but Marcello was faster. 

“Because,” He turned his screen towards the woman. “This picture was taken from inside the facility. The vantage point was higher than the last row of the stands and you can see the reflection of the windows in the corner.” He said bringing his computer back towards him. “So it could only be taken from the corridors overlooking the pitch. This means it was someone from the staff or from the team.” 

Silence fell in the room at the revelation. Alexia’s eyes surveyed  every face in the room. Everyone’s face ranged from surprise to anger. She turned in her chair to look at the former head of social media. She had had her doubts. Afterall, she had messed with their privacy once and had reaped the consequences, which would give her a motive. One of revenge. But surely she would not be this dense and perpetrate the same idiocy twice. But then why else would the woman have such a contempt look in her eyes. Anger was simmering deep inside her and it was getting harder and harder not to just accuse Martina and lash out at her. Alexia had nothing but suspicions for the woman but clearly, her feelings were shared by at least two other people. 

Marcello’s gaze, along with Rosalie’s, were also fixed on the former head of socials. A loud ping was heard in the room, which pulled Marcello’s attention back to his screen. “ I have a contact over there who’s willing to look into this mysterious source. We should get an answer soon enough.” 

As soon as the words were spoken, Alexia saw the change in the woman’s demeanor. She readjusted her position on the wall and her gaze lowered to the ground. Instead of the proud and arrogant front she had put up from the start of the meeting, she now looked like a prey in a room full of her predators, someone who wanted to make herself small, unnoticed. For Alexia, this was all the proof she needed, but the logical thing to do would be to wait for the confirmation of Marcello’s contact. 

The first words Rosalie uttered in this meeting were not the ones of the scared and fragile woman she had been for the last day. They belonged to a woman who was tired of the bullshit, tired of people allowing themselves the right to cross forbidden lines, tired of feeling like the perfect victim. 

“Once we confirm Martina’s involvement in this situation, which actions will be taken in her regard.” she spoke with an unusual calmness. Her voice was frigid and void of any hesitation or emotions. She was simply stating what she truly believed were facts. 

“These are serious accusations, Senora Montmorency.” Her last name was completely butchered by the man’s strong accent which gave Rosalie a little comedic relief in this tense situation, but she did not let it show as she adjusted her posture before speaking.  

“I am simply saying that Martina is the only one in this organisation with motive and she has made it very clear in the past that privacy was not one of her concerns. She also had access to the building therefore could have been able to take that particular picture from the inside. She also has knowledge of the tabloids and where to send these pictures for a good price.” she said matter of factly. “It would be rather silly to overlook the abundance of facts pilling against her.”

Alexia was shocked. She had not yet seen Rosalie in such light before and she was far from displeased with this display of confidence.  Martina, on the other hand, was fuming. Her cheeks were red and her breathing was quick and trembling. “Just look at them! They are not even denying it! Rosalie is literally wearing Alexia’s jacket! It was just a matter of time before others saw what was going on between those two! I just jump on the train and it serves the club in the end.” 

There it was, the confession. Alexia turned fully towards the woman. “ When or if I declare my relationships is not your decision to make!” Alexia roared. “ These are our lives you sold to the world, not a publicity stunt! You gave the world my address! Allowed thousands of fans the right to criticise and attack Rosalie and put her in a situation she has never signed up for. You don’t realize the damage and hurt your actions cause.” 

Martina ignored the blonde and turned towards the owner and managers of the club. The two older men looked like marble statues, their expressions cold and hard. “deberías agradecerme! They are all the football world is talking about! Barça’s hit couple! We’ve hardly ever had this much media attention! The photos are trending everywhere and we are having a surge in followers since yesterday.”

“What does it have to do with football Martina!? It’s their lives and it is not yours to sell to the media.” Jonatan almost yelled. They could all see that whatever they might say, it could never reach the former head of social media. In her head, she was right, and nothing could prove her wrong. 

“ Anyway, I can see that my services are not appreciated here.” She said with disgust as she surveyed the table. 

“No, your services are no longer needed at this club Martina.” Marcello said as he closed his laptop. 

“No puedes hacer eso.”

“Sí puedo. Soy tu jefe.” Martina glanced at the two older men, but none made a move to invalidate what Marcello had just said. 

“I expect your office to be empty by the end of the day.”His statement was followed by several insults and the loud band of the door being slammed shut.

The other man sighed then added. “ There is the matter of staff and player relationships we have to discuss.”

The statement hit Rosalie full force. She had not thought about the administrative side of this mess, but before she or Alexia could say anything, Jonatan stepped in. “ Since Rosalie is not part of the coaching staff, I see no real conflict of authority nor power. We are aware of the relationship between the two but I don’t see the necessity of filling forms and contracts.” 

“If that is what you think, then we trust you Jona.” The older one of the two declared while gathering his things and standing up. Everyone followed and exited the room, ready to properly start this day now that the pressing matters had been taken care of. 

Jonatan pulled Alexia aside for a second to make sure that his player was doing ok after such a meeting while Rosalie walked with Marcello towards their offices. “ Did your contact get back to you yet?” She was curious to know what kind of deal the woman had struck with the media outlet.

“I never had a contact.” He said with a mischievous smile. “ I only said that to rattle her.” At this moment, Rosalie could have kissed the guy. They shared a laugh as Marcello followed the brunette in her office. “Look, we will make a post today about your marathon and display a few pictures taken by the team. There’s some with Lucy, Keira, Ingrid, Mapi, Irene and Panos, but also some with Alexia. I want to know if you would prefer not showing the ones with her. We can try to kill the story by not showing any of your interactions, it’s your choice and I want you to approve the publication before we post it.” 

“Let me talk to her before.”

“Of course, just try to let me know before lunch please, we need to respond quickly ok?.” He said before giving a small hug to the photographer and leaving her alone with her thoughts. Her worry filled thoughts did not plague her mind for long. A few minutes later, the blonde captain was standing in her doorway.  Rosalie motinned to her to come in and close the door before meeting her half way. Alexia’s arms opened wide and Rosalie let herself get engulfed in the familiarity of her embrace. 

“Marcello told me his options before I came here.” Alexia said, not letting go of the photographer. Rosalie lifted her head from the crook of the taller woman’s neck. 

“What do you think?” Such a small question, but so heavy still. Silence filled the room as Rosalie waited. In her mind, she knew what she wanted. She had lived through the secrecy of dating a public figure. Although she knew Alexia was wildly different from her exe, the fear remained. This particular feeling was in conflict with an understanding for the Catalonian  woman’s fear of the media. She had recently seen what it was like to be scrutinized by the public eye and knew too well how hard the choice would be. That is, if they decided to go forward with this relationship. 

Alexia’s hand rested gently on the brunette’s cheek. It was as if she could read the struggle in the photographer's mind. What she was about to say was scary, paralyzing even, but the fear of losing everything was strong and it is what willed the blonde to utter those simple words. 

“ I think,..” She took a deep breath and willed her voice to stop shaking. She wanted this to be said with confidence, no trace of hesitation lingering. “I’d like to be with you. I am yours Rosalia, and I have been for a while now. I am happy with you, and I am proud of being with you.” She said, expression unwavering and eyes filled with warmth. 

Rosalie’s were slowly filling with tears at the declaration. “ I am yours too Alexia.” The sound of her name rolling off of the French-Canadian’s tongue with so much reverence sent shivers down the captain’s spine as she pulled the smaller woman in. Their lips met halfway in a kiss filled with all the unspoken feelings. It was filled with something deeper, like something that slowly enveloped their heart in a warm embrace and chased out all of their hardships. This was more than a kiss, this was reassurance in its purest form, it was the healing they both craved, like it had the power to mold them back together, mending every piece of them together. 

They stayed like this, pressed close in the middle of her office, like the world around had disappeared and only them remained. Alexia held her like she was something precious, with so much tenderness that it made Rosalie’s heart ache in the most delicious way. But as their lips continued their dance, something more ravenous was growing within the brunette. With every brush of their lips, every shaky exhale between kisses, every swipe of Alexia’s tongue on her lips, Rosalie craved more. She dragged her hands up the footballer’s back and tangled her fingers in her hair, pulling her in and deepening the kiss. 

The blonde groaned at the not so gentle tug. She pressed her body closer, not wanting an inch of her not touching the other woman. Her hands slid down and gripped her hips possessively.  she understood Rosalie’s quiet demand and slipped her tongue in the brunette’s waiting mouth. She took a step forward, making the brunette back away until the back of her legs touched her desk. The contact startled the brunette who’s hands left the blonde’s hair to stabilize herself. 

Only when Alexia grabbed the back of her thighs and roughly sat the photographer on her desk did their lips finally separated. Alexia’s pupils were blown, something wild and burning bright in them. A look which Rosalie was sure was mirrored in her own green ones. “ alexia someone could…”

Her sentence was cut short by a gasp that tore itself from her lips at the context of the blonde’s lips on her throat. “ No me importa.” The words were final, spoken with conviction which erased any doubt from the smaller woman’s mind. 

The rest of her day felt like a blur. With everything that had happened in the past few days, editing and project coordination had been put on the back burner and now the weight of all this work was threatening to crush the photographer’s desk. But still, it seemed impossible to subdue the giddy smile and light blush that lingered on the woman’s face. Most of her coworkers brushed it off as relief that this whole story was finally put to the grave, but only Alexia knew exactly what brightened the French-Canadian’s day. 

The pictures Marcello had selected for the instagram post were probably some of Rosalie’s favourites. She normally hated being at the forefront of the camera, but these were different. The first one had captured Mapi running beside her, holding her sign and smiling while Rosalie’s head was thrown back in a fit of laughter. The second one showed Pina and Patri’s group cheering with their signs. The next showed the team huddled at the gate all trying to hug the photographer who had just crossed the finish line.

The last two were the ones that truly touched the brunette. You could see Alexia, her smile so wide and genuine, her eyes bright and infinitely proud, holding Rosalie’s face while she was looking up with stars in her own green eyes. It seemed like they had both forgotten about the chaos all around them and the most important was the person in front of them.  It was truly a beautiful picture and it spoke volumes on the depth of their feelings. 

The last one had been taken from behind the photographer. It was when Lucy had finally let her down in front of the giant board with the race times. You could see that the brunette’s head was angled up to read the scores and her arms were limb by her side. She was very clearly dumbfounded and Lucy was turned towards her with a hand on her shoulder, like a proud sister. Rosalie knew that this picture would certainly end up in her wall, along with the one with Alexia. 

There was apprehension lingering in her mind. After all, this was the first time she would be this exposed in her team's socials. But somehow, it didn’t bother her as much as she thought. Maybe it was because here, she felt like she was ready to build her life. She had found a place where she felt safe, with warm and caring people who felt like family. 

And then there was a certain blonde captain. A woman who helped her believe in herself and her worth. A woman who made her feel like love was not about sacrificing every part of yourself, but about sharing happiness and hardships together. 

At four the pictures were posted, and the impact was immediate. Rosalie’s phone was blowing up once again, but she paid it no mind. The bustling coming from her living room did a marvellous job at hiding the constant vibrations. Ingrid was sitting on her sofa, with Mapi sitting on the floor between her legs, stuffing her face with popcorn. Cata was in the same position, sitting in front of Paños who was chatting with Alexia, who had made herself comfortable on the far end of the couch. Lucy and Keira had brought chairs from the dining table and were watching the tv. Patri and Pina had yet to arrive, both of them having a reputation for arriving late. 

The match from this weekend was playing on the tv and Rosalie was in the kitchen, along with Irene, finishing up the multitude of appetizers the team had brought. No one had revealed whose idea it was to all show up at the photographer’s place, each with a different dish in hand but the brunette had a good idea of who the culprit was. The apologetic yet knowing look the the catalonian captain kept sending her way spoke volumes. 

Rosalie being alone in her apartment tonight was simply unfathomable for Alexia. She knew that the whirlwind of this team was what they both needed , and by the smile and laughter she could hear coming from the kitchen, she knew she had made the right call. 

A loud cheering tore the blonde’s gaze from the photographer and turned towards the tv where she Could see Mapi getting tripped by one of the other players. 

Seeing her so free and comfortable with her people filled Alexia with a warm feeling, one she was sure she could very much get used to. 

[hongjcongs]

Kim Hongjoong attends the wedding of Choi Minho and Kim Ahyoung alongside wife Diamonté, in Phulay Bay, Krabi, Thailand on June 2nd, 2024

[gravyhole]

some 80s inspired pete whites

[drunkonduty]

Both are making a comeback, my life is worth living.

[carmillas-vampiric-rage]

my two favorite francis santiagos!!!

i also love fuzzy low grade photos and screenshots like smth about them just makes me love my babygirl even more

[deerest-deer]

armand picrew <3

[zecoritheweirdone]

first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, but– shhh.

hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutively– took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decided– poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.

i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, but– again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.

regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!

[blamemma]

Daniel Ricciardo arriving at the Alpha Tauri Factory in Faenza

[sparkly-skies]

@morbid-things, do you think your assigned-lesbian-by-you Kris would approve of my appropriately gay and cat grandma and stupid outfit outfits? 🤔

[dyingbuck]

Franklin Hardesty and his similarities with the Sawyers

[binniesoob]

[hopkei]

Kimura Keito x FINEBOYS