#*proceeds to lay on the bed for another 3 hours*

[gomzdrawfr]

needa get out of bed to do the list of shit im supposed to complete

[sweetbans29]

Be Here - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: 3 times you pull Caitlin out of her head

Warnings: fluff, suggestive content, not in any sort of timeline order

Word Count: 3.5k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Hello again! This is going to be a part of a small series, I hope you enjoy!

one.

You were over at Caitlin's apartment working on homework. It is silly to think about her doing schoolwork when she is just about to head out for March madness but even the biggest stars still have to do math.

You are locked into writing an essay when you hear her huffing and puffing. You glance over at her to see she looks beyond frustrated. She doesn't notice your gaze on her as she grabs her eraser and violently erases her answer for the 3rd time. When she sets down the eraser she gives the problem yet another try. Your gaze never leaves her as her tongue starts to peak out signaling her focus.

A smile creeps to your lips as Caitlin lets out another huff and puff and throws her pencil up in defeat. Her head hits the page she was just working on and you take the moment to lean over and give her back a little rub.

"I have been on the same problem for the last hour," she groans once she feels your touch. You let out a little laugh. "It's not funny!" She says as she sits up and looks like she is ready to throw in the towel.

You feel bad for your girl and put your hand out asking for her to pass over the problem she was working on. She debates whether she wants to figure it out on her own or if she will give in and allow your help. After a moment, she picks up the page and hands it to you. Following the page, she comes and sits next to you looking down at the problem she could quote word for word.

You skim over the problem and ask, "What have you been trying?" Handing her the problem, you watch as she goes about solving the problem in front of you two. She lets out another adorable puff and takes the paper back like a 10-year-old boy.

She begins working on the problem and you watch her trying to figure it out yourself. You can see where she starts to go wrong and you kiss her shoulder.

"You are overthinking it babe - look here," you say pointing out where she starts to go the wrong way with the problem. You grab the pencil from her hand and kiss her shoulder again trying to get her out of her head. You circle where she starts doing the wrong thing and proceeds to write out the path she should be taking to solve the problem. This just makes her more frustrated that you were able to solve it in a fraction of the time she was.

She lets out a puff and moves further away from you. You notice the small move and lean over to kiss her shoulder again, causing her body to betray her and she shudders.

"Get back over here," you say as you wrap your arm around her torso and bring her back to your side. "You got this," you hand her back the pencil and the paper and let her continue with the small change you made to help guide her in the right direction.

Grabbing the pencil, she continues the problem. After another minute she finishes it and just sits there. You know she is still frustrated. You also know that she is like a kid when she gets frustrated and can easily be pulled out of it with a few little tickles.

Your hand touches her arm and makes its way over her shoulder and down her side. She is too stubborn to make anything of it as she flips the page and continues on the math she didn't want to do in the first place. As your fingers make their way to the bottom of her shirt, you remove your laptop from the bed. Your palm lays flat across her stomach and you begin your attack. Kicking your leg over her, you straddle her as your fingers get to work.

Within seconds, you have her squirming beneath you, begging you to stop.

"Babe! Babe!" She pleads you you between laughs. Her hands trying to grab a hold of yours to stop the torture she would say she's enduring. After a few more minutes, Caitlin gets fed up with being on the bottom brings her leg up hooking under yours, and seamlessly flips you. She takes your surprise to her advantage, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. It is your turn to let out a gasp.

You look up at her with a surprised but knowing face. It surprised you it didn't come to this sooner, typically she only lasts about a minute being tickled before she turns the tables. The knowing comes from where this is going. You give her a smile and try to wiggle your wrists out of her grasp.

"We need to get back to studying," you say but she still doesn't budge. Instead, she shakes her head and leans down to kiss your cheek and then your neck. You lift your head providing her more access, still trying to get your wrists out of her hold.

"I have a better idea," Caitlin says as her lips finally make their way to yours.

two.

It was Iowa's first home game of the season and you were beyond excited to go and watch Caitlin play. You thought it would be fun to have some friends over to get ready and then head to the game all together. As they started to arrive, you blast some music and break out the snacks. Most of your time before the game isn't spent getting ready, but rather talking about everyone's week and driving into the snacks.

You finish getting ready, checking your fit in the mirror. Of course, you are sporting one of Caitlin's jerseys - not only was it one of your favorite things to wear, but it was also one of your girlfriend's favorite things to see you in.

You take a quick photo of yourself sporting the number 22 and shoot over to Caitlin, telling her that she has got this. She never needed luck when it came to being on the court, her skill spoke for themselves.

Once everyone is ready you all head to the gym. You find seats right across from the team bench and settle in right as they begin announcing the starting lineup. You cheer for each player as their names are announced, yelling a little extra when your favorite player is called out.

You all watch as the game unfolds. It was all in all a great game but in the last quarter you can see Caitlin getting stuck in her head. She gets a little more feisty when things don't go the way she wants them to. It comes with her competitive nature. A part of her that you love but isn't always the easiest to navigate.

When the final buzzer rings, the final score has Iowa at a loss of 76-81. You can't see Caitlin's face but you can tell by her body language that she is stuck in her head. Your group makes its way down to the floor and waits for the team. As the team starts heading out from the locker room, you look around for Caitlin.

After looking for about 20 minutes, you start to worry. You see Kate and ask her if she has seen your girlfriend. She mentions that she saw Caitlin exit the locker room before she did. That was odd as Caitlin is typically the last person to leave the lockers. You thank her and continue looking around.

Another 10 minutes pass and you see someone sitting on the ground. You let out a sigh, knowing exactly who it is, and make your way over to your favorite person.

She is staring out with a blank face. You were expecting some sort of version of this when you started to keep track of how many shots Caitlin missed. It wasn't a typical game but this just proved that she is human. Coming up to her, you know there is nothing you can say to make her feel better. So instead of pulling her up and telling her to shake it off, you take a seat next to her. You hear her sigh but nothing is said. You both just sit there and watch the floor slowly empty itself.

It gets to the point where there are only a few people left, all of whom you think are employees of the school. You slowly make your way to your feet and grab Caitlin's bag. You then offer a hand to her which she takes. As you are about to let go of her hand, she intertwines her fingers with yours. You bring her hand and place a kiss on the back of her hand and follow it with three little kisses as a way of saying you love her.

When you get back to your apartment you put Caitlin's stuff down and let her go into your room to shower. As she is in the shower you decide that a batch of brownies would be exactly what you want if you were where she is.

Grabbing the ingredients you begin prepping your kitchen. Caitlin walks out right as you are measuring the dry ingredients. She has a towel in hand as she is drying her hair. She comes around behind you and wraps her arms around your torso, leaning into you.

"Mmmmm, brownies?" She asks as she dips her finger in the melted chocolate you had on the counter.

"Hey! Those are for the brownies!" You gasp as you try to move the chocolate bowl away from her so you can finish mixing the dry ingredients. You whisper 'chocolate stealer' which earns a chuckle from your girlfriend.

Even with the little playful banter, you can tell she is still not completely out of her head yet. She makes her way around the island to take a seat and watch you make your world-famous brownies. As you finish with the mix, you pour the batter into a pan and hit it on the counter to get all the bubbles out. You then pass Caitlin the spoon to lick, knowing it is one of her favorite parts of watching you bake.

Once the pan is in the oven, you take to washing the dishes and then pulling Caitlin onto the couch. You know she wouldn't care what you put on but in the state that she's trying to shake, you put on her favorite - Ted Lasso.

About halfway into the episode, you hear the timer go off. You untangle yourself from Caitlin and make your way to remove the brownies from the oven. Once you do, you take a fork to the center (many people's unpopular opinion but you are out here living your best life and trying to help Caitlin live hers too). You bring a bite over to her, blowing it off to cool it down a little.

She takes the bite and her eyes close, knowing it is healing her soul. A smile builds on her face as she opens her eyes. She points to the pan and gestures for you to bring it over. You let out a laugh and shake your head no.

"It just came out of the oven, it is way too hot," you say knowing that is the exact opposite of what she wants to hear. Not saying a word, she looks up at you with a little pout. You playfully roll your eyes and lean down to kiss her forehead. As much as you think it is a bad idea, you give in and grab the pan of brownies. She sits up on the couch and crosses her legs. You place the pan on a towel to not burn her or the couch and give her the fork. She goes to town on them, occasionally groaning at the chocolatey goodness she is indulging in.

Once she is finished, she places the pan on the coffee table and lays down, placing her head in your lap. You begin to stroke her hair. Looking up at you she mumbles, "Thank you."

You look down at her with a light smile, "It is my genuine pleasure."

You know the thank you is for more than the brownies. The thank you is for sitting in the gym with her and bringing her home safely without trying to force her to feel better. It is for making sure she is taken care of and loved even when she finds it hard to do that for herself. It's for being you.

A smile continues to play on your lips as you lean down and kiss her on the forehead, playing with her hair and continuing to watch Ted Lasso.

three.

Caitlin's birthday is approaching and you know something is bugging her but she hasn't said anything to you abut it yet.

The two of you are hanging out, running some errands on a Friday morning when you sense that she is stuck in her head. This happens every once and a while, typically they are things that she can shake but you have noticed she has been a little more preoccupied than previous times.

As the two of you are grocery shopping, you nudge her arm and ask her, "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," she replies - lies, you think to yourself.

"Okay...well we should start talking about what you want to do for your birthday as it is right around the corner," you say as you pick up some apples. You continue, "Since you won't be here the day of, I was thinking we could do something before you head out of town for your away game." A smile is on your face as you try to get her mood up.

"Ya, sure, whatever," she says as she looks at some dried fruit. You are a little hurt by the response but don't let it show. You know her birthday isn't the biggest deal to her but you love celebrating her and every year she has let you do so to your heart's content. So what was different about this year?

You decide to drop the topic for now and finish your errands without further digging her into the hole inside of her head. When you get back to your joint apartment you decide you just want to plan something small for her this year with the two of you. Nothing too big but still satisfying your desire to celebrate her.

Over the next few days, you get to planning her pre-birthday celebration. Several different ideas come to mind, unsure of what to choose. You decide on a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant then heading back for a lazy evening with all of her favorite movies. As you are making reservations and thinking about what to get her as a gift you struggle. She doesn't need much and you got her a necklace last year. Not wanting to repeat that, you need to figure something out that she will love.

"Hey babe?" You ask as you want to see if you can get any little hint out of her of what she could possibly want.

She looks up at you with a hum.

"I am planning a little birthday thing for you, just the two of us, and want to get your thoughts," you say.

"Sure," she responds and you proceed to tell her the plan you came up with. When you are finished all she gives you is a little nod and then proceeds to go back to whatever it is that she is doing. This upsets but you take a deep breath and decide to try and get her out whatever sort of funk she is in.

"Caitlin, what's going on?" You begin, moving your laptop aside to sit and face her. "You have been more distant these past few days and I don't know what I have done wrong. Is this about your birthday? I know it isn't the most important thing to you but I love celebrating you and that has never bugged you before. If I am overstepping, please let me know and I will give you space but I need you to talk to me so I know what I need to do," you say.

She looks up at you with tired eyes, tears beginning to build in them. Your eyes go wide as you begin to panic. Your mind goes to the worst - she is going to break up with you. You rack your brain for what could have possibly triggered her wanting to end things but you can't think because you are too busy trying to remain calm. Her hand grabs your shaking one as you wait for her to respond.

"You are perfect," is all she says as she brings your hand to her lips.

A tear escapes down your face and you use your other hand to quickly wipe it, hopefully without her noticing. You failed in your attempt as her whole mood shifts once she sees you are crying. She drops your hand and brings you into a hug.

"If I am overstepping, I will step back - we can work out whatever you are feeling but please talk to me Cait, I don't want to lose you," you say holding back sobs that threaten to escape your lips. She squeezes you even closer to her chest as her heart begins to break. It was never her intention to get you thinking that she doesn't want you.

"Oh baby, I am not breaking up with you," she says as she gives you a little rock back and forth.

"You're not?" You say as you let a sob escape and allow yourself to be held.

"No babe. That isn't even close to the reason I have been stuck in my head. I am so sorry that is where your mind went but you can't get rid of me that easily," she says trying to lighten the mood a little. She continues. "I know you love celebrating me and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love that you are working around me being away for a game but if I am honest, the only thing I want is to be with you on my birthday and that isn't possible this year."

The second she says it, you jerk away from her and look at her. She looks a little defeated and sort of embarrassed that was the cause of her being stuck in her head while being with you but she can't help it, you are the only thing she wants.

"That's what this has been about? Not being with you on your actual birthday? You are adorable," you say and lean in to give her a kiss. That then sparks the perfect gift that you can think of to make this all go away - but you were going to let Caitlin sweat a little longer considering she had you thinking that she was going to break up with you. You also had to make the proper arrangements to make it all work out.

After that conversation, you both settle on your original plan of dinner and a night of movies. You promise her that you will do something with the team when everyone gets back and she seems a little more herself when you say that.

Time passes and it gets to the dinner reservation you made. You are both getting ready to make your way out. You check your purse to ensure you have her gift.

Once at the restaurant, you enjoy a beautiful 5-course meal with the perfect wine pairings. The meal was absolutely delicious. When planning the dinner you reached out to the restaurant and planned a special dessert for the evening. As you wait for it, you decide it is the perfect time for her to open her gift. Reaching into your purse you pull out a card and hand it over to her.

She takes the envelope and asks what it is. You laugh at her and tell her to open it to find out. She obliges and you wait for her reaction.

Opening the card it takes her a moment to process what she is seeing and reading. Her head whips up to you with wide eyes.

"You're coming to my game?" She asks looking happier than a kid on Christmas. You nod with a smile.

"It was the only logical thing to get you after that oh-so-serious talk, it was a no-brainer," you say. She begins to stand and you do as well. You meet in the middle in a hug and she whispers 'thank you' in your ear. You give her an extra little squeeze.

As you both sit down, Caitlin can't shake the smile that this gift has brought her. You sit across from her and admire how stunning she looks and are grateful that she is all yours.

AN: Please let me know what you think! I have a few of these in mind. And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assistant 13

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive and some triggers may not be specified for plot reasons.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: We came back.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

🖊🖊🖊

Your new life is more of a death. The old you is dead and can never be again. Not quite a true death, it’s a purgatory you’re slogging through, waiting for the ultimate end. 

Your first days are bleak. The house is filled with a stagnant pall as you wile away the hours playing your role. It’s easier when you pretend you're a character in a book, just like you did as a girl. When you became Elizabeth Bennet or one of the Pevensie kids. You escape in your mind because there is no other way out.

A routine quickly falls into place. You wake up, though sleep is sparse and hewn in wretched nightmares that mirror reality, and wait until Clark stirs. He never rouses very long after you. You open yourself to him, laying on your back, legs splayed as he grunts and ruts.

Tender, you dress in one of the thin dresses he collected for you and you go to work. You cook him breakfast. Sometimes, he takes you back to bed after he eats. Others, he pins you to the counter or the table. Then you clean up; the table, the dishes, and yourself.

When he stays, he sits and reads. You hover around him, busying yourself with a broom or just watching him, weighing the minutes. Not yet, not yet.

Lunch comes and you take care of that too. Then him. His appetite never wavers. The heavy pain sticks in your pelvis but he can’t think the limp is from anything more than the chain tugging at your ankle.

You pace, restless and wait. That’s all you do. Wait. For the first chance or his next whim. Whichever comes before the other.

You stand at the window and watch the wildlife. You feel him watching you in kind. When he leaves, he closes the shutters, latching them tight on the outside. Locking you in like a toy in a chest. A doll he can pick up to play with whenever he likes.

Dinnertime. Another meal. You’re not very hungry but you make yourself eat. If he lets you have a bath, you can puke it back up when he goes to get a towel. That is the last marker of time before bedtime…

Sleep is not won without a final surrender.

That day, as you wrap potatoes to cook in the oven, all noise seems louder, every movement more strenuous. The staleness in the air is suffocating. Your ears buzz from the constant silence. You crinkle the foil around a potato and drop it, rubbing your lobes.

You keep your hands on your ears and stare at the counter. You could scoop out your brains with a spoon. Are you going crazy? Your head feels itchy on the inside and you would be all to happy to scratch right through the bone. 

“Honey?” Clark’s voice ripples through the air. “Is something wrong?”

You close your eyes and cringe. You drag your hands away and wrap the other potato, wincing at the aluminum's raucous wrinkle. He stands and you shudder. He’s coming close.

“It’s too quiet,” you say at last.

He nears and looms beside you. You put the potatoes aside and drag over the pan of marinating steak. His large hand rests on the counter.

“Can I help?” He offers. You shake your head.

“No, thanks, I got it, honey,” you reach to touch his hand. You just want him to back off. Sweat stains your skin as his proximity sets you on fire. 

He leans in to kiss your crown, his hand dancing down your back. He gropes your ass and growls. His hand lingers and you brace yourself. It isn’t unlike him to interrupt.

“Love you,” he grits before he draws away.

You let your breath out in short spurts. You don’t want him to hear the relief in you. Your thighs quiver, bruised and raw. You carry on without pause. Keep yourself busy and he’ll let you be. For now.

🖊

The next day, Clark leaves you. You don’t know what he does when he isn’t there. Sometimes he brings back groceries or little things he’s forgotten. Others, he’s gone for hours and returns only with stress in his shoulders. You try not to think too much about what happens outside these walls, that only makes them close in tighter.

When he comes back, just around lunch time, he presents you a radio. An orange and black radio you’ve seen used by those in remote regions. He sets it on the counter as he flicks it on and adjusts the knob, searching for a station through the crackle. You cross your arms as you watch around his elbow.

The stringy tune comes through and warbles against the static. The music soothes you. You only realise then, you’d never thought you’d hear it again. Clark turns to you as you stare at the speakers.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

You nod and unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth, “yes, thank you.”

Is this all you have? A radio?

“Do you… wanna dance?” He murmurs shyly.

You look at him. You reach for his hand in acceptance. Nothing he gives comes without a price. He takes you into his arms wordlessly, his face brightening as he leads you into a slow shuffle.

‘I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you Let it be me’

The song is older. You’re not sure who it is. By your guess, it’s even older than your parents… you know you won’t see them again. Even if you do get your chance, you can never go back to the life before this.

“I remember the first day I saw you,” Clark says as he pulls your head to rest against his chest, “you were wearing that little pink plaid dress…”

His words hang in the air. You remember the day too. The day you thought you’d figure it all out. You’d pay your dues as an assistant, work your way up to a writer one day, and maybe, in your wildest dreams, an editor…

“I love you, honey,” he pets your head.

“Love you too,” you eke out.

He pulls back to look down at you. You gaze up as he brings his fingertips under your chin. He leans in to kiss you and draws away reluctantly. He hums as his other hand closes around yours.

“Let’s take a bath,” he lets go of you and follows the chain to its end, unhooking it from the loop in the floor. He tugs you after him as he lets the radio play.

You let him take you into the bathroom. He’s intent on his mission. He drops the chain, the links hitting the floor heavily. You stare at it, just for a second, not too long for your heart to spike.

He bends over the tub and cranks the faucet. You watch him, fingers tingling, as he puts in the stop and holds his hand under the water’s flow. Stay calm.

You move closer to him as he undresses. You help him lift his shirt and you pet the soft hair along his torso. He turns to you, that foggy look in his eyes. You bring your hands to his pants and undo them, biting your lip as you hold his gaze.

You pull down his pants and let them fall down his thick legs. You tilt your head at the sudden thought, tweaking your ear towards the music. He reaches to stroke your chin.

“What is it, honey?” He snarls.

“This song,” you stop and listen to The Ronettes' iconic beat, “can I turn it up?”

He rolls his thumb across your chin and exhales, “sure, honey. I like this one too.”

You smile and shift your head, taking his thumb into your mouth. His eyes round as you swirl your tongue around his salty fingertip. You pop your lips off as he sighs.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Mmm, baby,” he breathes.

You turn slowly, measuring your steps and your heartbeat. You go out into the kitchen, the chain rattling with each step. You peer around, taking in the place. You hear the water swish as he lowers himself into the tub. You peek over as the end of the chain trails just outside the bathroom.

You stop by the radio and glance over your shoulder. Now. You turn up the radio, just loud enough. You bend and tug the chain inch by inch towards you, the noise disguised by the drumbeat. You coil it around your hand, allowing enough for you to walk.

You peer over at the bathroom doorway.

“I’ll bring towels,” you call over the music.

“Hurry,” he booms back as he lets out another gritty sigh, “baby, I need you.”

You turn without hesitation. This is it. You march into the front room and to the front door. Of course he wouldn’t lock it, not with the cuff on your ankle hooked to the loop. You glance over at the hook in the floor and steel yourself.

You open the door, lifting it on the hinges to keep it quiet. The radio drones behind you as you let yourself out into the cool air. You take one step, then the other, each one quicker than the last. You approach the trees and take a breath.

It’s now or never.

You plunge into the woods, your gait uneven as you run with the chain yank with each step. You don’t know where you’re going or where to go, you just need to get far away from here. You can’t live like this. You can’t die like this.

Your feet hit the forest floor, unfeeling to the jab of sharp rocks and the scratch of twigs. Don’t look back, just go, just go. You sprint until your lungs burn, until your mouth is parched and scratchy, until your limbs ache.

You stumble onto the ground and gulp. You can’t go any further. You’re too weak.

You shake on your hands and knees, fighting to catch your breath, trying to urge yourself on. 

Then you hear it. A giggle. A chirpish yelp and the splash of water. People? You crawl forward towards the noise. You lift yourself to look over the overturned trunk at the edge of the incline. There’s a lake below, there’s bodies splashing through the waters, screaming and laughing.

Oh, god! You stand and throw your hand up, mustering your strength to cry out. Help!

As you open your mouth, your voice shrivels up as your throat is clamped in a vice. You're dragged back away from the drop off and turned to face your villain. Clark stands naked amid the trees, seeming as towering and thick as any of them, as he grips your neck. He lifts you off your feet, your toes dangling above the ground.

You claw at his forearm as you wheezes. Your eyes well as he glares at you, shaking with rage. The chain falls from your hand and hits the floor, weighing on your ankle. He bears his teeth and hisses.

“Why would you do this?”

You can’t speak. Your head throbs as you reach to bat at his chest, begging silently for him to release you. ‘Sorry…’ you mouth, ‘sorry…’

“I love you, sweetie, I love you so much,” his voice quakes as he squeezes tighter, “why did you do this?”

Your lips open and close as your head swells violently. Your arms feel heavy as you grasp at him desperately. I can do better, I can do better. Just one more chance, honey. Please.

“You’re the one, you’re the one,” he chants tearfully, “I never loved anyone like I love you.”

“Cl-Clark,” you force out, “ple-ease—”

“No,” he crushes your throat so not a single wisp can get through, “I will never… love anyone that way I love you. Never…”

Your cheek twitches as your lashes glazes with tears. Your heart pounds in your chest as your mind swirls. His eyes fill with red light, glowing hotter and hotter. You see yourself in the scarlet glare; you in your tub, reading your favourite novel, that first day at the office when you nervously introduced yourself, your days in school, running between classes, your high school graduation, the little girl dancing in the fields, a princess out of time.

You see it all behind you and you see the emptiness ahead of you. You shake your head above his grip and use the last of your effort to mouth the words to him. The truth.

‘I….’ you make certain the movement is clear, even as your eyes threaten to roll into your skull, ‘hate.’ Your lips twist in a cruel smirk, ‘you.’

Your head lolls and you stare into his glowing irises. You’re ready. This is ever after. 

The world is consumed in a red flash and a striking heat. It sears to the bone and ends just as quickly. All is black and gone. A life burnt to cinder.

Stayed tuned for the epilogue

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗲

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, a drop of angst, some comfort, sad imagine, established relationship, long-distance relationship, flo being an amazing gf

warning(s): language, heartbreak (?), grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.8k

note: I cannot write a sad ending for the life of me lol, but one day I will. And you won't see it coming (jk). I thought I would never post this fic, when the song came out I had like the main idea but never proceed to write it down. But I'm glad I finally wrote it, it was long time overdue lol. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love, M <3

note 2: So I made the mistake (wait was it really a mistake? I dunno) to listen to 'Needed me' by Rihanna while finishing up this fic. What do we think about smut for part 2 ?????? 

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

You were laying on your bed, eyes closed, pretending everything was fine, when in reality it was quite the opposite.

“I hate this,” you mumbled to your phone for Florence to hear.

“I know, baby… Me too. I just wish I could be there with you,” she said as she hugged herself, pretending that it was you who was holding her.

The yawn you were trying so hard to hold back finally slipped out. “Yeah, you keep saying that…”

The words rushed out of your mouth without giving them a second thought, you didn’t mean to sound mean or angry, but you had and it had already reached her ears.

“Yeah, well, I’m working. You know that,” she immediately replied, she sounded both hurt and angry, and you cursed yourself for that.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. Today was a really long day, I’m sorry, baby,” the last thing you needed was to pick another fight for such a small thing over the goddamn phone.

You breathed out, trying to calm your own thoughts. It felt like the only thing Florence and you would do was fight over the phone. The two of you could only share a couple of hours together through the little device, and the two of you would waste it over some stupid fights. The whole situation was stressful, not just the fights or your job, but being so far away from each other that it physically hurt. And it hurt even more that you two would be constantly fighting.

You heard her taking a deep breath, she felt the same as you, you knew it. She was tired and stressed and had a lot going on at work. But she wanted to be with you more than anything, hold you, kiss you, touch you and whisper sweet nothings to your ear.

But you couldn’t tell that by her deep huff. You figured she was tired about this, about you, about this whole situation which did no good to either of you.

“Maybe… maybe we should take a break…” you muttered, not wanting to be heard but she already had.

As soon as the words left your lips you regretted even having thought of them. You didn’t mean it, that was the last thing you could ever possibly ask for in this world. But maybe it was what she wanted and needed. Maybe she was just too scared to pronounce the words so you had to do it instead.

A break? Florence thought, not wanting to believe the words that came out of your mouth. Things were pretty bad if you wanted to take a break. Shit, she really screwed up. Was that really what you wanted? A break? A break away from her and her shit. It would make sense, right? You were tired, she was tired, but were you really tired of her? You wouldn’t have said anything if you didn't mean to, right?

“Yeah, maybe we should. If that’s what you want, love…” she let her head fall against the wall, trying to find some kind of support, praying to the universe that you would take back your request.

Well, there it was, she wanted to take a break. And who were you to deny her such a thing? You were willing to give her everything, this wasn’t the exception, even if it broke your heart.

You cleared your throat, afraid your voice would betray you. “Yeah, okay,” you said, fighting back the tears.

“Okay…”

As soon as you heard her, you hung up, not wanting her to hear you as you sobbed. You felt your heart shrinking, a burning feeling creeped throughout your entire body, and the more you cried the more you felt like your head was about to explode. And you laid there, hand clutch to your stomach, feeling cold and alone.

You felt Billie cuddling your feet, trying to give you some comfort since she could sense your sadness. And even though all the poor thing wanted was to show some support to one of her favourite humans, she unintentionally made everything worse, since she was a reminder of her owner. The two of you lay there, you crying your heart out, until the both of you dozed off to sleep.

[…]

The moment you hang up, she realised what had happened, that it wasn’t a dream, more like a nightmare if that were the case. But it was real, it had happened and she didn’t stop you. Why didn’t she stop you?

“Fuck!” she cursed, throwing her phone on the bed.

She took her hands to her head in disbelief, the last moments of her life going through her mind on repeat over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She was angry. Angry at herself for not having done something about it, she should have told you that it was a mistake, that it wasn’t what she wanted, not even close. At her work, she loved working, she really did, but was it really worth it when it ruined the best thing that has ever happened to her? —you. At the distance between the two of you, at the stupid body of water keeping you seven thousand miles away from her. She was even angry at the stupid different timezone for constantly keeping the two of you apart.

She couldn’t help to imagine you laying in your shared bed, probably wearing an old oversized t-shirt of hers, or maybe not given that you two had broken each other's heart, now sleeping right where she was supposed to be.

She couldn’t stop hearing your voice in her head, a fucking break? What were you thinking? What was she thinking? She should have told you that it was crazy, that it was a mistake, that it was completely bullshit.

Her head was starting to hurt from all thinking, her heart began to shatter as the realisation sinked in and as her anger slowly faded away sadness began to wash over her. She felt her stomach churn at how wrong this whole thing felt.

She was supposed to be running lines, but she couldn't concentrate anymore as the only thing that popped on her mind was you. She had to do something about it, she couldn't leave things between you two like this, she couldn’t go to sleep that night knowing that she let you go that easily.

“Screw it,” she said to herself, not giving her actions a second thought or else she feared she might back down.

She grabbed her phone, grateful that it hadn’t landed on the floor, and made all the calls she needed to. She was going to fix this, she had to.

[…]

You felt the sunlight creeping through the curtains even though your eyes were still closed. Slowly and carefully you opened them up, as you began to gain consciousness you felt like your head was about to explode. The events of last night came rushing to your mind like a slap to your cheek. The call, the words that were spoken, the tears that were shed and Billie cuddling at your feet offering you some comfort.

You got up, brushed your teeth, took a painkiller and went back to laying. You began to think things through. What were you supposed to do now? Did Florence expect you to leave her house? Who was going to take care of Billie while she was gone? Should you just gather your things and leave? Toby can take care of Billie, he used to do it before you came along, that would be no problem. Shit, what were you going to tell him once you got there with Billie?

You shook your head, letting the thoughts fade away as it was all becoming too much too fast and too real. You could already feel the tears burning your eyes just by the thought of leaving the place Florence and you had been sharing over the past two years.

You decided that you were done thinking for the moment. You found some ice cream in the fridge and made your way to the living room. You dropped down on the couch, a blanket over your shoulders, and snatched the remote control from the coffee table.

You were just about to watch your comfort show when you heard the jingle of keys. Your heart dropped, who could possibly be?

“Y/n?” you heard as the door flew open. “Y/n, where are you?”

You didn’t answer, the words wouldn't come out of your mouth.

“Ah, there you are,” Florence said, she seemed out of breath, as if she had been running or something.

“What are you–?” but she cut you off right away.

“No, let me go first, okay?” she didn’t wait for an answer. “I have this whole speech planned and it’s already fading away so…” she took a deep breath. “This is bullshit, Y/n. I’m not having this. A break?! Are you serious?” she said, stepping closer to you.

“Florence—.”

“I’m not done yet, love,” she was now sitting right next to you, her warm hands reaching out for your cold ones. “I get it, we had a rough couple of months, always bickering at each other. But that doesn’t mean we should take a break, I’m not going to let you go, Y/n.”

“But you agreed—”

“I only agreed because I thought that was what you wanted, but it’s not even close to what I want. That’s why I’m here,” you felt the tears in the corner of your eyes, your bottom lip slightly trembling. “I’m here to tell you: no, I don’t want a fucking break. I don’t give a shit about my work, about the contracts that I signed. The only thing I care about is you, and I’m going to make it work, make us work. Because I love you, Y/n. So fuck your ‘break’, you hear me? Fuck it.”

You looked at her soft green eyes, even though your vision was half blurry you could still make out her watery eyes.

“That was a great speech,” you joked, your heart getting warmer as a smile formed on her lips.

“Yeah, well a 10 hour flight gives you a lot of time to think about—”

Your lips stopped her from talking as you threw yourself on her, connecting your lips in a much needed kiss. A kiss that you had been dreaming of the last couple of months.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whispered over and over again on her lips as you kissed her.

You were straddling her, both of your hands cupping her cheeks caressing her soft skin. You felt her hands sneaking around your waist, gently squeezing your skin. And then moving them further down to rest on your ass, pushing you more into her chest.

Much to your dismay, you pulled away from her lips, feeling the need to actually pronounce these words: “I missed you, so so much, Florence.”

“Me too, baby. Me too,” she said, leaving kisses all over your neck. “In fact, let me show you how much I missed you,” her hot breath gave you goosebumps, as you threw your head back, giving her more access to your sensitive skin.

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

You Drew Stars Around My Scars | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi. This is some heavy shit, so please proceed with caution. Do not read this fic if you are made uncomfortable by any of the warnings.

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❌Warnings��� Scars, blood, depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal ideation / attempt

“And what about this one?” Bucky asked, dragging his lips across one of your scars. It rested along your ribcage, drawing a sharp line into your skin. It wasn’t sensitive anymore, didn’t hurt like it used to. But Bucky’s lips assuaged any lingering discomfort.

You ran a finger over the raised tissue and let out a laugh.  “Oh, that was a huge misunderstanding, actually. Have you ever met that guy in the red suit? With the katanas?”

Bucky’s gaze left your scar and drifted up to your face. “Katanas? As in more than one katana?”

“Yeah! His name’s Wade… something,” you paused, struggling for the eccentric stranger’s name. “Wade Williams… or something like that. Anyway, yeah, he got me with one of his multiple katanas. But it was really just a communication issue- Hill sent me after him. SHIELD had basically no intel on the guy and it was assumed that he was a threat- but he’s on our side.”

Over the course of his life, Bucky had seen some strange things. Red Skull. Infinity Stones. A talking raccoon. But never a guy running around with a couple of katanas and bright red suit. “So, katana guy is a friend of ours?” 

“Yeah! And he’s actually pretty cool. A little weird. Very funny. Kind of a sarcastic asshole,” you laughed. “I think you’d like him.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and brushed his lips over your scar once more. “I don’t know about that- he stabbed my best girl-”

“He didn’t stab me, per se…”

Bucky made a mental note to look into this Wade guy, see if he could be trusted. 

“Okay," you said, "it's your turn…” Another round of the game began.

For almost an hour, the two of you had laid in bed, asking about the other’s scars. You never dared ask Bucky about his scars or how he got them; their origins were too terrible to describe. If he decided to open up about them one day, that was his business. And you were more than happy to give him all the time and space he needed.

But it was Bucky who started the game. After you both came down from your post-sex euphoria, you decided to stay in bed. Kissing. Touching. Talking. Bucky ran his hand along a scar near your shoulder, the one he always noticed but knew nothing about. And though he didn’t want to hear tales of you getting hurt, he still held a curiosity about your life before him. He wanted every detail, every story. And so, he’d asked about the scar. And to his relief, it didn’t come from a knife or a gun- just a childhood game of tag that got out of hand. 

But his question opened the door. He promised he didn’t mind speaking about his scars- not to you. He argued that it was only fair. He asked you about yours- why shouldn’t you be allowed to ask about his? He wanted to share every detail of his life with you. The details he could remember, anyway. And so, the two of you went back and forth, asking the other for the stories behind your scars. 

Bucky learned more about you, and you him. But you didn’t bring up the massive ridge of twisted tissue on Bucky’s left side- you knew that story. And hearing it again would’ve gutted you. 

“Hmm…" your eyes drifted over Bucky's body, "how about…” 

There were too many to choose from. You hated how many options lay scattered across Bucky’s skin; each reminder of his past life spelled trauma, pain, abuse. But a new light seemed to flash in Bucky’s eyes each time he told you a story. He’d never let anyone tour his body like this. Had never opened up about all the vile things Hydra did to him. Each story unburdened him a bit more, helped him release the pain he’d been holding on to for so long. And you were more than happy to help shoulder the weight.

Your fingers ghosted along a jagged scar near his hip, “Okay, how about this one?”

“That one- that one is…” Bucky thought for a long, quiet moment. The holes in his memory acted like a sieve, draining most of his past life from his mind. You watched as he struggled, fought to remember this exact wound. His brow furrowed as he searched through the catalogue of his trauma. He flipped through page after mental page, reliving every instant of pain. And then, the light returned to his eyes. 

“Oh- I remember now. I got shot- and one of my handlers cut the bullet out while I was still in the field. Sewed it up- albeit, poorly.” He ran a finger along the uneven line of scar tissue, “And then they sent me after my target again. If I remember right, which I probably don’t…” He gave a sad laugh, “I’m pretty sure the stitches ripped almost instantly. I mean, maybe sixty seconds after he finished. So I just kinda bled until I took down my mark.”

“Jesus, baby…” Every story he told pulled you closer to his side. You wanted to cover him, to protect him from things that already happened. Things you couldn’t help or prevent. Every mention of his misery, every recollection of the abuse made you wish you’d met him sooner. Maybe you could’ve helped. Maybe you could’ve saved him.

You rested your head against his chest, willing the thoughts of Bucky’s pain to dissipate. But they refused to comply. And Bucky, always more concerned about your pain than his, took notice.

“Hey, I’m okay now,” Bucky curled a finger under your chin and tilted your face up toward his. “Don’t get sad on me, alright?” He shot you his biggest smile, ‘I’m just fine. And I’m here- with you.”

You gave him a solemn nod. “No, I know. I’m just… you didn’t deserve it, Buck. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

He took your face in his hands and gazed into your big, sad eyes. He never thought he’d find someone like you- never thought he’d find someone, period. But you had a big heart, and you loved him with everything you had. You showed him how much you cared. Made him feel like he mattered. 

“I know that now. You helped me with that.”

A small smile pricked at the corners of your lips. You wanted to fix everything for him. Take away his pain, remedy his problems, shoulder the weight of his nightmarish past. But you couldn’t. And the helplessness it planted in you made your chest ache. But knowing you’d at least helped Bucky see himself differently eased a fraction of the pain.

“Alright, my turn!” Before you had a chance to think, Bucky was on top of you. He tickled and poked at your sides, shunning the sadness from your eyes. And when he was satisfied with your improved mood, he rested a hand on your thigh. The scar he selected rested above your knee, its border faded. “This one?”

“That’s from a burn,” you told him. “Explosion at a Hydra base- I got a lot of burns that day, actually.” As the memory of that day resurfaced, you ran a hand over where the searing pain used smolder under your skin, “All the others healed, this is the only one that scarred.”

Bucky swept his thumb over it a few times, as though trying to ease your past pain. 

You sat up, coming face to face with Bucky. The scar you had your eye on was something you wondered about often. And now that you had permission to ask, you ran you lips over the mark. “What about this one?” The long scar ran along the side of his neck, beginning a few inches above his clavicle. It traveled horizontally, nearly reaching the back of his neck. “And this one?” And identical scar rested just on the other side, the two marks mirror images of one another.

After so many rounds of this game, Bucky didn’t seem to mind telling these stories. But when your attention landed on these particular scars, he didn’t want to play anymore. He wanted you to know everything about him- just not this. But what choice did he have? He could lie to you. He could make up a story. He could refuse to tell you the truth. But whatever he decided, he knew he’d regret it. 

It wasn’t fair to keep things from you. Bucky swore from day one to always be honest with you- and you did the same. But this truth only served to hurt you. The pain in your eyes when he told you about his gunshot wound and the resulting torn stitches cut him deep. But that story was nothing compared to the source of the scars on his neck. He knew how crushed you’d be when he gave you the real story. And though he never wanted to lie to you, he found himself pulling an explanation out of thin air.

“They’re from, um…” he cleared his throat, already regretting his lie. “They’re from restraints. They put me in this, I don’t know what you’d call it- I guess a… collar-type thing. Made of metal. Really tight. It dug into my skin. They used it to, uh, to chain me to a wall.” Part of Bucky believed his own lie. He thought for a silent moment- did this really happen? Was his attempt at a fabricated story actually a buried memory? For Hydra, such a punishment sounded plausible. But after several seconds, he determined it false.

Your mind went blank, only to suddenly overflow with images of Bucky in chains. Sharp metal cutting into his skin. His blood pouring down his body and pooling on the floor. The sound of rattling chains mixed with his screams and echoed inside your skull. 

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore…” was all you could manage to say through the sudden tears and tightness in your chest. You hid your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, your breath fanning the very scar about which you regretted inquiring. 

Bucky’s arms wrapped around you in an instant, pulling you as close as he could. Your shallow, shaky breaths rattled against his hand as he smoothed it along the length of your back. He saw the effect his lie had on you, the way it ripped chunks out of your heart. But the real story was worse- far worse- and as he held your shaking form against his chest, he swore to never tell you the truth.

“Just breathe for me, doll. Big deep breaths, okay?” He soothed you, helped free you from the crushing sadness. But when it cleared, a wave of guilt took you out at the knees. This wasn’t right. 

“Wait, no-” you pulled your face from his neck. “This is so fucked up, oh my god. I’m so sorry, Buck. You shouldn’t be comforting me- it should be the other way around. I didn’t mean to-”

How did Bucky ever find someone like you? Someone who cared for him so deeply, loved him more than he ever thought possible? He hated that he’d upset you, that he’d started this stupid game. But part of him liked knowing how much you cared. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t apologize. You’re just... you're reacting to new information. That memory is something I’ve gotten used to, it’s part of my past, so… it doesn’t bother me anymore.” Bucky knew damn well it didn’t bother him because it simply wasn’t true. The real source of his scar bit at him every day. But you didn’t have to know that. “Hey, you love me- which is unbelievable, by the way- and so hearing stories like that upsets you. Being sad about it is totally normal.”

You wiped at your eyes with the backs of your hands, “feels selfish.”

“It’s not.” A sudden laugh rumbled out of his chest, “if you weren’t upset, I think we’d have more to worry about.”

His joke was met with an eye roll and a small laugh. He wasn’t wrong. You cared so deeply for him that even imagining his past pain brought you to tears. Never had you loved someone the way you loved him. And though you dealt with your own pain and traumatic memories, you wanted more than anything to take all of Bucky’s. You wanted to steal any ounce of residual pain and every nightmare inducing memory, leaving him only with peace.

“I love you a lot,” you said. “And I’m so- I’m so sorry for everything you went through. You never should’ve suffered like that.”

Bucky’s forehead met yours in a moment of quiet. No one ever acknowledged his pain, his trauma. They talked about his kills, the blood on his hands. They talked about his pardon- the pardon that, according to you, he “never should’ve needed”. Because nothing he did as the Winter Soldier was by choice. He was a victim, a prisoner of war. But everyone conveniently left that part out. They regarded him as either “the winter soldier” or the “pardoned war criminal”, never the hero, the abused, the broken.

“Thank you,” he whispered. And he meant it.

The two of you sat there for a few long moments, reveling in the other’s presence. But Bucky’s growling stomach broke the silence. He locked eyes with you in an apologetic glance that quickly devolved into a storm of laughter.

“I’m guessing you want dinner?”

“You could say that…” Bucky shrugged. “But I made you cry, so I want you to pick.”

“Buuuuck-”

He crossed his arms over his chest and refused to listen to your protests. “From this moment on, the rule in this house is: whoever who caused the other to cry must let the crier choose dinner, and must deal with the cuisine consequences.”

“Cuisine consequences? Did you just make that up?”

Bucky gave a proud nod, “yup”. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and grabbed your laptop from the nightstand, offering it to you. “Pick a place, doll. Whatever you want.”

Nearly an hour later, the two of you sat camped out on the couch. A spread of take-out lay strewn across the coffee table, half demolished. And while it was Bucky whose hunger signaled dinner, he didn’t eat much. You’d decided on take out from your favorite barbecue place, knowing Bucky loved their brisket almost as much as he loved you. But his mood seemed to deflate as he pushed his food around his plate.

He wasn’t devouring his brisket like usual. And his side dishes went almost untouched. 

“Hey, is something wrong?” You paused the tv and turned to Bucky, “You’ve been quiet- you barely touched your food. Is everything alright?”

Bucky gave a small nod.

Guilt grabbed you by the throat. He wasn’t okay- and you knew it stemmed from the memory he recalled for you. The restraints, the collar. The thought of it made you shudder. 

“Buck, if this is about earlier- about the story you told me- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t know where the scars came from, I never would’ve asked if I…” you took a deep breath, easing the shaky quality in your voice. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no-” he set his plate on the table and turned to you, “it’s not like that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

It was just like Bucky to swear you were perfect, that you never did anything wrong. But you knew better. You knew he’d been forced to dig up some deep, soul-crushing trauma when you asked about the scars on his neck. You knew he was hurting- and it was your fault.

“Buck, if I upset you, you can tell me-”

“You didn’t. I swear.” He took your hands in his and dropped his gaze. “But I lied to you. About the scars on my neck. And I feel really bad about it.”

It certainly wasn’t what you expected. “Oh… okay.”

In a panic, Bucky dragged his eyes back to yours, “I know that we always tell each other everything, but I just didn’t-”

“Buck, that’s not a rule. You aren’t required to tell me every single thing that’s ever happened to you or every thought you’ve ever had. You’re entitled to your privacy." You gave his hand a squeeze, "I just want you to know that you can tell me everything- nothing’s off limits- but you don’t have to. I know you’ve been through a lot of really dark shit. And if you wanna tell me every detail, I’m all ears. But if you’re not ready, that’s more than okay. It’s okay if you’re never ready- you don't ever have to tell me if you don't want to. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Oh…” Bucky took a moment to think about what you said. He liked the way you phrased it, the way you were open to everything he had to say without demanding he say anything at all. If he wanted to talk, you’d listen. And if he didn’t, you’d be there, regardless.

“Whatever happened- however you got those scars- you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It’s all your choice.”

He considered skipping out on the entire venture. He could tell you the collar was a lie without giving you the real story, and everything would be fine. You’d respect his boundaries- he knew that. But the source of those scars was such a turning point in his life, such a defining moment. And to skip out on sharing it with you felt wrong. It was a pivotal time in his life that changed his path- and inadvertently led him to you. 

“I want to tell you…” he said after a long, quiet moment. “It’s a pretty significant part of my story, and I want you to know everything about me, you know? I just- I don’t want to upset you again.”

“Buck, it’s okay-”

Bucky gave a sad shake of his head. “I made you cry earlier, doll. And that story wasn’t that bad, it wasn't even true-”

You took his face in your hands, silencing him. “If you wanna tell me, I wanna listen. I mean, I obviously hate that these things happened to you- that you suffered so much. But if it’s part of your story, I wanna know.”

Bucky let his eyes fall shut as he thought it over. Memories of the darkest time in his life rushed forward, nearly drowning him. But your touch kept him afloat. It kept him safe, warm. With you by his side, he found the strength to wade back into the depths of his memory.

“It was after I escaped…” he finally said. He took your hands from his face and held them tight, anchoring himself to the present. “I didn’t know what to do, you know? I didn’t know who or where I was. I was lost.” A faraway look left his eyes hollow, lifeless. “I had to figure out how to reclaim my mind and my body. I spent days holed up, hiding, reading about the things I’d done. And it made me sick.” He shifted in his seat. A familiar sense of dread and nausea sat like a rock in his stomach. 

“I was disgusted. I hated the serum. I hated the Winter Soldier- I hated myself. I didn’t wanna be this anymore, you know? I was given the same serum as Steve, but I wasn’t good Like Steve. I turned into a monster.” He paused. It took far too much effort to pull air into his lungs. He knew the suffocating sensation well, the feeling of choking on his own agony. 

“And for a while I thought it corrupted me, that it changed who I was. I blamed the serum. But then I had this epiphany one day…” He cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to the ground. He couldn’t look at you. “The serum just amplifies who and what you are, you know? They gave it to Steve because he was a good person, because he had a good heart. And he became a hero. But I…” 

The shame threatened to eat him alive. He’d worked so hard to change the way he viewed himself. And with your help, he no longer saw a monster in the mirror. But taking a trip down memory lane reminded him of his capacity for evil. “I became a killer. And it made me think- maybe I always had that darkness in me. Maybe my soul wasn’t pure enough.”

You curled a finger under his chin and lifted his head, bringing his eyes to yours. “Baby, you were brainwashed. Tortured. They wiped your mind- all your memories. They took away your sense of self and rebuilt you in their image. The things you did weren’t because of an impure soul or deep-seeded evil. And they had nothing to do with the the serum. If the roles were reversed, Steve just as easily could’ve become the Winter Soldier.”

That sounded almost blasphemous to Bucky.

“You’re a product of circumstance, Buck.”

He wasn’t sure he could digest your words. Only a few hours ago, he would’ve known without a doubt that you were right. He would’ve agreed and easily shrugged himself out of the darkness. But sinking back into the headspace from the days after his escape left him shaken.

He pulled his eyes down to the floor once again, unblinking. Unfocused. And though he felt lost in a different time, he refused to submit to the pain. He traced the same pattern on the back of your hand over and over, searched for peace in the sound of your breathing. Anything to keep him anchored in the present.

A deep need to diffuse the situation rattled inside you. You wanted to tell him that he could stop, that the two of you could return to this conversation after he ate. Or after a good night’s sleep. Or that he could abandon the story all together and never speak about it again. But just as you decided to speak up, words tumbled out of his mouth.

“I wanted the serum out of my body.” He finally met your gaze. Something in his eyes semmed frantic, helpless. “I thought that getting rid of it would turn me back to my old self- I know that’s stupid. But I was desperate. So, I started, um…” 

He couldn’t believe he was telling you this story. It was dark, shameful. Revealing his lowest moment to the person he cared about most- the person whose opinion mattered more than anyone else’s- suddenly seemed like terrible idea. It felt like a surefire way to scare you away, to convince you that he was far more damaged than you could ever repair.

But didn’t you deserve the truth? Didn’t you deserve to know who you slept next to at night, who you committed your life to? Bucky respected you more than anyone. And keeping secrets didn’t feel right. He needed to give you his authentic self, offer himself to you without hiding his darkness. Only then could he know that you loved all of him.

He screwed his eyes shut and yanked his shoulders up to his ears as though bracing for impact. And then, he set the truth free. “I started making myself bleed- I thought I could bleed the serum out of my body.” The admission lifted a weight from his chest he didn’t know he was carrying. Air rushed into his lungs and granted him his first deep breath of the evening.

He opened his eyes slowly, fearing your reaction. But you simply nodded and allowed him to continue. You provided him with a safe place to land as he jumped off the proverbial cliff. “I started making cuts into my skin every day, but the serum was…” he sighed, “the serum healed them too quickly- they’d always vanish.”

He eyed you again, waiting for a look of disgust or disapproval. But no such look came. You just stroked your fingers over his knuckles. Gave his hand a squeeze. You gave him the time and the space he needed to breathe. To think.

“And one day- I don’t know, I got fed up. The desperation and the anxiety and the fear- it was too much. It all got to me at once. And I wanted the serum out.” His grip on your hand tightened as the flashbacks pulled him under. “I dug my knife into my neck. I ripped the skin open on both sides- I wanted to sever every blood vessel I could. I figured that the more blood I lost, the faster the serum would leave my body. The sooner I'd return to who I was before.”

You nodded. An almost violent sadness vibrated in your chest, but you wouldn’t dare set it free. Not yet anyway. You kept it caged, allowing it to tear and thrash and bite at your insides. Bucky was sure to clam up if he saw just how gutted you were. How heartbroken. And so, you kept your composure. You remained calm. This was his time. 

And when he'd said everything he needed to say and purged every dark memory of those scars, you’d let yourself fall apart. But only then.

“And then things got all fuzzy. Hazy. From the blood loss. And I collapsed. I laid on the floor, watching the red pool around me. And I realized…” He took a deep breath. Why was this so hard to admit? Why did he hesitate? He knew you wouldn’t perceive him as weak or cowardly. Would never see him as pathetic. He knew he could trust you with his heart. But showing just how much he’d struggled ripped off yet another layer of protection. It left him raw. Open. His breathing hitched.

“Realized what, baby?” you spoke as softly as you could manage, easing his words out of hiding.

“I um, I realized it was never about the serum.” He stared at you expectantly, like he wanted you to connect the dots. Wanted you to save him from saying the words. But after a long moment, he forced them out.

“I wanted to die- I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.”

You knew he survived. You knew that he was okay. Still, his words gutted you. A burning sensation tingled inside your nose- but you refused to allow the tears to form. You swallowed every ounce of emotion. Forbade your heartbreak from making an appearance. But Bucky clocked your shaking hand. The slight tremors and twitches vibrated against his vibranium palm.

Sure, you could fight the tears and keep yourself composed- but you couldn’t force your hands to steady. 

He let a sad smile pull his lips upward, “Did you know that everyone who’s attempted suicide off the Golden Gate Bridge and survived immediately regretted jumping? The instant they began falling, they realized they didn’t actually want to die…” A deep breath filled his chest, “And that’s exactly what happened to me.”

A strange relief eased through your body, coating your rigid muscles. Somehow, knowing he instantly regretted his attempt made you feel better- made you feel as though the urge didn’t still lurk in the back of his mind.

“I knew my life was fucked. I was lost, alone, confused. I was homeless. Scared.” A particular darkness overshadowed him as he reflected. He remembered the fear. The isolation. The constant, overwhelming sense of impending doom. He lived in a never-ending state of fight or flight back then, his body always prepared for death. 

But a sudden light banished the sadness, “And then I realized that I had a second chance at life, you know? I was free- from the military, from Hydra. And I told myself that if I survived, I’d figure my shit out. That I’d try to make something of my life- that I owed it to myself to make this work.”

You nodded. It didn't feel like enough of a response. You wanted to tell him you were proud of him, that you loved him. But your mind was blank, save for the image of Bucky bleeding out by his own hand.

“And I’m so glad I made it through, cause- I never imagined I’d find happiness like this. I look back on that time every now and then, and it’s… I mean, it’s horrible. It’s scary. And it’s sad. And I wish I’d never experienced any of it.” A warm, genuine smile broke out across his face. It lifted his features and cleared the storm clouds from his eyes. He stared at you like you were his salvation, “But then I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could tell myself that it gets better. That I won’t be alone forever. That one day, someone will actually care about me.”

The two of you sat in silence, staring at each other. Bucky couldn’t get the look of adoration off his face. When you entered his life, it was like he swallowed the sun. You warmed him from the inside out, filled his life with light. He looked at you, convinced you were heaven-sent.

The dam holding your tears wouldn’t last much longer- you knew it would collapse any second. But you fought to reinforce it. What if Bucky had more to say? What if he needed more time to purge the details of his darkest days? You weren’t going to let your emotions rob him of that- you couldn’t. So, you remained quiet, waiting.

“Anyway…” Bucky said when he finally spoke again. “That’s um, that's where the scars came from. Thank you for listening- I know that was probably hard to hear. And that it wasn’t what you were expecting. But I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know. Do you-”

With a guttural sob, you scrambled into his lap. You flung your arms around his neck and secured your body to his- desperate to hold him. To assure yourself that he was real. That he was there. Everything you felt over course of his story came flooding forward, destroying your hard-built dam. The heartbreak and the pain and the utter despair drained from your body in streams of tears. 

But Bucky expected this. He knew how much you loved him, how deeply you cared- not that he ever expected anyone to feel such things for him. He knew his story ripped your heart out. Hearing something so soul crushing about the love of your life- something so dark and painful and scary- broke you. It cut you open and left you bleeding. He knew he’d react the same way if the situation were reversed. 

And so, he simply held you tight and let you cry. He smoothed a hand up and down your back. Left kisses against your cheek. Whispered assurances and soothing words. He whispered your name over and over again to convince you he was alive. He was patient and sweet, giving you the time you needed to process what he’d said. He knew exactly what you needed.

“I love you…” you finally whispered against his neck. 

A quiet, contented hum left Bucky’s chest. “And I love you. I just thought you should know… But now that I’m thinking about it, maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it was too much." The longer you cried, the more regret pooled in Bucky’s chest. It solidified and turned to concrete, sitting heavy on his heart. “I’m sorry for upsetting you-"

You pulled your tear-stained face from the crook of his neck and stared at him with a nearly frightening intensity. “No, don’t apologize. This is your life we’re talking about…” You paused for a moment, only to wipe the tears from your cheeks. 

“Everything that’s happened to you- all the good and all the bad- made you who you are. That moment-” Flashes of Bucky, bleeding and alone, swarmed your brain. The images robbed you of air and sent fresh tears trailing down your face. Bucky gave you as much time as you needed to compose yourself, to remember how to breathe.

“That moment is important. It’s part of your story. A big part. And it’s awful- it's really fucking sad. And it wasn’t easy to hear…” You forced a deep inhale and steadied your voice, “but it’s important. You chose to live. To stay. You made yourself a promise, and you’ve kept it. And I’m really- I'm so proud of you.”

Bucky pulled you back into his body. He basked in your love, in your support and your understanding. And he silently thanked the version of himself who fought to survive. He didn’t choose life all those years ago because he hoped one day he’d find love- but it certainly made his decision far more worth while.

Muffled words vibrated against Bucky’s neck, and he let out a soft laugh. “Can you say that again doll?”

With a dramatic groan, you once again pulled your head from Bucky’s neck. “I’m said… I’m glad- for a lot of reasons- that you took advantage of your second chance. The world would be a much shittier place without you in it.” You untangled your arms from around his neck and rested your palms against his stubbled cheeks. “And if I’m being selfish, I’m glad that you stuck around… cause I can’t imagine my life without you. That whole thing- all that dark shit- it brought you to me.”

Bucky’s lips met yours in an instant. He poured every ounce of his love for you into the kiss. All his devotion. He couldn’t find the words to describe how much you meant to him. How special you were. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to express feelings that strong.

The two of you laid on the couch, enveloped in one another. You held Bucky tight enough to ensure he wouldn’t spontaneously disappear. His head rested on your sternum; your hands tangled in his hair. You breathed together like one being, no seams or sutures to be found.

“I’m glad I finally told you,” he said after a while. “I wanted to get it off my chest, but I just didn’t know how. And the longer I waited, the guiltier I felt for keeping it from you.”

“You don’t have to feel guilty, baby. Not with me.” 

Things quieted again. It was so peaceful and calm that you thought Bucky might’ve fallen asleep. You couldn’t imagine the emotional toll it took to recount his darkest days- hell, you were exhausted from just listening to his story. If he needed to sleep off the turmoil, then so be it.

But a familiar sound broke the silence. Bucky’s stomach rumbled, once again disrupting a peaceful moment.

“Hungry?” you asked with a laugh.

Bucky nodded emphatically against your chest.

“I bet. You barely touched your food.” You removed your hands from his hair, freeing him, “Go heat up some leftovers, Babe.”

He hesitated. His eyes drifted from the containers of brisket, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread before returning to your face. He feared leaving your side, like he thought maybe you’d fall apart if he left you alone. You had to be fragile, still reeling from the awful things he’d said. And he needed to be there for you- his hunger could wait.

But you read his mind. “Buck, I’m okay,” you laughed, “I swear. You can make a trip to the microwave- I’ll be alright.”

With a deep kiss, Bucky leapt into action he snagged his plate off the table and piled it high with everything in sight. It was such a sharp contrast to the old days, the time he spent lost and alone without even a sliver of hope. Some days, he felt like he still sat in square one. Like he hadn’t made much progress or done enough work on himself. But it was moments like these that proved to him- and to you- just how far he’d come. Never again would he wish for death or seek to end his pain forever. He had to live- he wanted to live. For himself. For you.

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Fake Dating + Only one bed trope :)

(I know it’s long, but it’s worth it I promise - pt1)

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Ghost: Remind me again why we’re doing this, capt’n?

Price: Just grab the intel with Soap and head back.

Ghost: Okay… but a ball?!

Soap appears all dressed up: Have you not been to a ball?

Ghost: Do I look like a man who’s been to one of those fancy parties, Johnny?

Soap: Eh, anyways… ye’ like it?

Ghost: Like what

Soap: My outfit!

Ghost: Oh. Well, uhh… it’s agreeable.

Soap: Ye’ kidding, LT

Price: Alright boys, enough with the chit chat. Get on goin

Ghost sighs: Alright, come on-

Soap: Wait, are you going like that?

Ghost: What’s wrong with this

Soap: It’s not formal, at all

Ghost: I have another change of clothes, I’ll wear them when we arrive to a hotel.

Soap: Wait- We’re staying at a hotel!?

Price: Where’d you think you’d be staying, Soap? Plus, change clothes, you will be arriving late and probably won’t have time to go to the first event of the party.

Soap: Alright, capt’n

Price: Also! I forgot to tell you both. Now, I know this might cause a bit of… tension, or anger between the two of you…

Ghost: Great, the surprises keep on comin

Soap: Just listen.

Price: Okay, so there’s only one bed.

Ghost: Come again.

Soap: Hm?

Price: You heard me fellas. Now get going

(Price drags them both out of the room)

Soap: Wait but-

Ghost: I’m gonna get ya for this, capt’n

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(In the limousine which Price had to rent as a disguise of course)

Driver: Alright boys, bit of a change in route.

Soap: What do you mean?

Driver: Where heading to the hotel first.

Soap whispers to Ghost: Enough time for ye’ to change, LT. No excuses now

Ghost: Fuckin hell, Johnny.

Soap: Also… about the bed. I can sleep on the floor-

Ghost: You’re sleeping on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.

Soap: No! Ye’ know your trouble for sleeping, the beds the best opt-

Ghost: Johnny. Don’t be a pain in my ars and give me a headache. Your sleeping on the bed, and that is final.

(They both stay quiet for the rest of the trip to the hotel)

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(2 hours pass)

Driver: Alright, we’re here.

Ghost: Good

Driver: Let me help you with the- Is he asleep?

Ghost: Oh, seems like it

Driver: Want me to wake him-

Ghost: Don’t bother.

Drive: You know this is a rental, right. I don’t have all night-

Ghost: Don’t. Bother.

Drive: Okay then

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(In the room)

Soap: Sorry for falling asleep earlier-

Ghost: It’s okay.

Soap: Man it’s cold

Ghost: What is this.

Soap: Ye’ve got to be kiddin me.

Ghost: You heard Price, right?

Soap: Yeah! He specifically said “Hotel”

Ghost: Son of a bitch

Soap: This is a junkyard. Maybe we’re in the wrong place?

Ghost: I’m too tired to argue, let’s just get some sleep.

Soap: Whatever ye’ say…

Soap: Why’s there’s a bunch of Newspaper on the floor?

Ghost: Beats me. I’ll find someplace comfortable-

Soap: LT.

Ghost: Soap, no

Soap: It’s just for tonight!

Ghost: No! You take the bed, it’s more comfortable

Soap: But, then you’ll be uncomfortable.

Ghost sighs: I don’t care, besides, I probably won’t even sleep.

Soap: Fine- You heard that…

Ghost: It sounded like a squeak…

Soap: If there’s a mice, I will literally burn the whole place down, I’m not kidding, LT

Ghost: I’ll help ya

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(3:30 am)

Soap: Are ye’ awake?

Ghost: Hm?

Soap: Are ye’ okay and comfortable?

Ghost: Since when the carring?

Soap: C’mon, LT… this beds big enough for both of us.

Ghost: Johnny, I said- Oh Shit

Soap: What?!

Ghost: Fuckin splinter

Soap: That’s it, I’m draggin you

Ghost: Soap- no

Soap: Fine, then I’ll sleep on the floor as well.

Ghost: You’re pissing me off, Johnny

Soap: Good

(Soap proceeds to lay besides Ghost, on the wooden floor)

Soap: This floor creaks a lot.

Ghost: Mhm, why can’t you just let me be on the floor.

Soap sighs: I feel, bad. Ghost

Ghost: Why bad?

Soap: It’s just… that you’ve done so much for me, and your always there besides me, and then there’s me always screwing stuff up and dragging ye’ with me-

Ghost: Johnny-

Soap: Ye’ know I’m right, LT… and now you here on the floor, it’s just- seems wrong. You’re always giving me the nice things and you end up with the worse.

Ghost: I’m used to it-

Soap: It’s not that! See, that’s exactly why I wanna change that. I need you to feel loved, and appreciated…

Ghost scoffs: Loved is the last thing someone can gift me, Johnny

Soap: You don’t seem too tough to love…

Ghost: Is that so?

Soap: What I meant was-

Ghost: No no, you’re just the first person to ever say that to me…

Soap: Oh… well, I- I’m happy?

(Ghost let’s out a small chuckle)

Soap: Did I just make ye’ laugh…?

Ghost: Maybe

Soap: Does that mean there’s a heart capable of loving, inside ye’ Ghostie…?

Ghost: Go to sleep, Johnny

Soap: With pleasure.

[thrawns-babygirl]

Hey, can i put in request for our snarky hotshot?

I saw this prompt somewhere and really liked it

“want a massage? i’ve been told that i’m..very good with my hands” and if you’re bored it can lead to some dirty dirty? If that’s the case, body worship maybe? TY soo very much <3

Sorry this took so long lmao. Moving house has been KILLING me. I loved writing this and I hope I did the prompt justice :)

And yes I will continue writing Medic!Reader. Doc is just the perfect gender neutral nickname I am a sucker for when the fic writes itself. No I will not stop and no one can make me.

Crosshair x GN!Reader

(This is my first time attempting to write an actual GN penetration fic so lemme know if it leans to heavily in one way or another. It can be read as either PiA or PiV imo)

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie Word Count: 1700+

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Crosshair was loitering again. It wasn’t an uncommon thing; he wasn’t exactly subtle about being soft on you. It was a source of constant teasing from his brothers, much to his chagrin. He was very firm about it “No I do not have a ‘crush’ on the doctor Wrecker, grow up” or “they’re just so fun to tease” which would result in knowing looks shared between his brothers as he stormed off to loiter in your office as you finished paperwork.

Today was no different.

You were hunched over your desk, trying to finish off the last of the medical reports so that you could get to sleep at a reasonable hour for a change as you were once again interrupted by the drawl of a certain handsome sniper.

“Your posture is terrible, that’s gotta be bad on your back” you look over to where Crosshair is leaning against the wall of your office, arms crossed over his chest still clad in his armor moving the ever-present toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other. Fixing him with a scowl you adjust your posture slightly before replying “Well no one is asking you to hang around and berate me about it, don’t you have someone else you would rather annoy?” he hits you with his trademark smirk “No”.

You simply sigh before getting back to your work. You try to ignore him, honestly you do, but it’s difficult. His presence is a source of constant conflict for you, he is devilishly handsome, and he knows it. He enjoys flustering you with flirtatious comments and small touches when the situation allows, he enjoys the way you blush and stumble over your words at his teasing, he enjoys it far too much.

You grunt softly as rub your back, maybe he did have a good point. Your back was sore, your eyes were tired, and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your quarters, take a hot shower and fall into your semi-comfortable bed.

“Told you so” you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he moves off the wall towards you. You sigh and shut off your terminal before glancing over at Crosshair who is now standing behind you, looming over you with his imposing height. “I’m heading back to my quarters Cross, go find someone else to piss off” you tried to snap at him, but your voice just sounded exhausted instead as you rub your shoulders. You stand up and leave towards the direction of your room, attempting to ignore the sniper who was following you.

“You know…” he starts as you look over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow “I’ve been told that I’m very good with my hands, if you want a massage” you think about the offer, wondering if this is a joke or if one of you has actually taken the final step in this ‘will they wont they’ situation you’ve found yourselves in. Deciding to throw caution to the wind you simply nod and lead the way to your quarters.

Once inside you feel a little unsure of how to proceed, you never really thought either of you would take this final step towards… whatever it is that’s happening right now, and you never thought this far ahead. You decide to lay down on your bed, face in your pillows as you hear some shuffling from Crosshair behind you.

You feel Crosshair’s long toned legs against your thighs, something that is decidedly not the hard jab of plastoid and you lift your head up to look behind you only to be greeted with the sight of Crosshair in only the bottom half of his blacks straddling your thighs busying himself with a small packet of lubricant that look eerily familiar. “Did… did you swipe that from my office?” you move your head back down into the pillows to stop Crosshair from seeing your blush as he tuts “where else would I have gotten it?” you decide not to question it as you feel his hands under the hem of your shirt. “You gotta take this off doc, I need room to work” you silently follow his command as you shift and allow him to help you remove your shirt. Ignoring the burning heat in your face as you lay your head against your arms on your pillow.

You shudder slightly as you hear him open the packet and rub his hands together, successfully stifling an embarrassingly desperate moan as his hands make contact with your back. He wasn’t kidding, he is really good with his hands. You feel all your tension leave you as he runs his hands along your back, working through the knots and kinks in your muscles as you feel yourself melting into the mattress.

He works his hands lower until his fingers are digging into your hips as his thumbs work on a particularly tense area of your lower back. You fail to stifle your moan this time, you also fail to notice the sharp inhale and movement of Crosshairs hips to the sound. You’re lost in the bliss of Crosshair’s hands as he finally breaks the silence that has settled over the two of you “You know doc… I think I could get better access if you moved your pants down a little” you both know this is probably untrue, but at this point you really don’t care. The two of you have been moving around this for far too long and if this is what it takes for you to finally step over the line, you’re more than ready. You nod as you feel Crosshair’s hands snake their way under your pants and underwear, pulling them down slowly as he reveals more of your skin to him.

“You’re… stunning doc” his voice is breathy with a barely contained desire as he runs his hands down over your bare skin, running his fingers over the flesh of your ass kneading the soft skin before he leans down and starts trailing a line of kisses down your back. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this… wanted you” he continues pulling your pants down further. “I need you to tell me you want this too” his voice has dropped into a breathy whisper as he speaks to you.

You raise your head slightly to look behind you, his face and chest are dusted with a light blush, his eyes are blown wide with lust and there is a very prominent bulge in his blacks. You nod, wetting your lips as you find the words “yes… yes I want this too”. You watch as Crosshair lets out a shuddered exhale and moves to find the leftover lube from the packet before placing your head back into your pillow.

“Just lie back and enjoy Doc…” his voice is husky as he returns his hands to your body, running them along your thighs up towards the swell of your ass, placing kisses along your back, his stubble sending tingles through your body as he brings his now slick fingers to your entrance. You tense slightly as he slowly pushes a single finger inside you, pumping it in and out for a bit before adding a second scissoring them slightly. “Fuuuck… you’re so tight doc… can’t wait to feel you around my cock” you shudder at his voice, the feeling of his long fingers filling you up, soft moans falling from your lips as he moves the digits in and out of your tight entrance.

You whimper slightly at the feeling of his fingers leaving you, only to take a sharp inhale as you feel him move behind you, removing the bottom half of his blacks. You steal another quick glance behind you and gasp at the sight of him.

He’s huge, long and thick with precum beading at the tip. You watch as he pours the remainder of the lube onto his length, giving himself a few strokes before leaning over you, one hand beside your head as he uses the other to line himself up with your prepped hole. You moan as you feel the blunt head of his cock press against you before slowly pressing in. The sounds he makes as he slowly feeds his length inside you are utterly sinful, a long groan of your name leaves his lips as he holds himself above you with both arms, panting softly.

“Fuck… Doc you’re so fucking tight. You take my cock so well” his voice is shaky, as if he’s trying to hold himself back from slamming his hips into yours with reckless abandon. You turn your head again and nod, hoping that he gets the hint that he can start moving.

He does, his first thrusts are slow, tentative, gauging your reactions before he begins picking up the pace at your soft moans of his name. It’s not long before he’s moving his hips into yours, ripping pornographic moans from your chest that you would probably be embarrassed about if you weren’t so thoroughly engulphed in pleasure.

“Fuck just like that, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this Doc… You’re fucking perfect” he lets out another long groan as he fucks you with reckless abandon, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer towards your release. His rhythm begins to faulter slightly as his breathing gets heavier “where...?” his voice is strained as he holds himself back from the edge “inside” you let out one long moan of his name as your climax washes over you, your legs shaking from pleasure as Crosshair slams his hips inside of you a few more times before letting out a sinful moan as his cock throbs and he finishes inside you, filling you with his cum.

He leans down against your back as you both pant, attempting to catch your breath, both of your bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat as you bask in your afterglows. He pulls his softening length out of you before disappearing to the refresher to grab you a damp towel, throwing it at you as he places a toothpick in his mouth.

“Not a word of this to my brothers. If I have to hear ‘I told you so’ from Hunter I’ll deck him”  

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[stardustcatcher]

TLC

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: danny being the absolute sweetest most best boyfriend in the world, nudity of the nonsexual variety, reader has a really bad day so not quite angst but stress (?), self indulgent mediocre writing, i mean it danny's a sweetheart in this one proceed with caution (let me know if I missed anything please)

AN: i've got a lot on my plate recently and i've been stressing, the only way i haven't gone insane so far is daydreaming and imagining some caring and comforting boyfriend danny, so that's what this is. i hope you all enjoy and as always, all feedback is welcomed, appreciated, and encouraged :) i love you all <3

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It was a bad day. An absolutely horrible, awful, terrible, disastrously bad day. You’d known it would be from the moment you’d woken up in an empty bed, Danny already out the door and in the studio with the band, his side of the bed had long grown cold. The only evidence he’d ever been there was a note laying on your endtable. It read: “Had to leave early, you looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to wake you. Go be great and have a good day. Love Danny xoxo”.

You wished you could’ve listened to the note’s instructions, but as soon as you opened your eyes after being ripped from sleep by your alarm’s unbearable racket you’d felt the gray gloomy cloud over your head. That really set the tone for the day. 

It would’ve been nice if things had gone up from there, but of course they didn’t. You’d forgotten your coffee before you left the house and there was a wreck on the road as you made your way to work, causing all sorts of traffic making you nearly an hour late. Needless to say, that didn’t make your boss very happy. Then there was the pile of work waiting on your desk, all needing your attention and to be dealt with before you went home. When lunch came around, you had barely made a dent in what needed to get done, so you ate at your desk and texted Danny, hoping he was doing better than you. 

There was a hesitant feeling to share your grievances with your loving boyfriend, you didn’t want to feel like a burden or put a damper on his day just because yours wasn’t going well. So you kept silent, after all, there was still time for the day to turn around. Maybe you could blow through the rest of your work and still be home at a reasonable hour. 

“Stupid of me to think that,” You scolded yourself as six o’clock rolled around and you had just started to gather your things to leave. There were still dozens of emails to be answered but they’d have to wait until tomorrow, you couldn’t stand spending another minute at work when you could be comfortably cuddled with Danny. Just knowing he was waiting for you made you feel a tiny bit better. 

As if he could hear you thinking about him, your phone rang and his contact photo lit up the screen. It was one of the two of you taken by Jake at a bar, Danny’s lips smushed against your cheek while you beamed happily at the camera, no posed smile just pure uninhibited joy. “Hey, beautiful, you on your way home?” Danny’s voice asked when you answered the call. You could hear music in the background and practically picture the smile on his face.

“Yeah, babe, on my way out of the office now,” You sighed, hiking your bag higher up on your shoulder as you walked out of the building towards your car. 

“Just now? You’re usually home by now?” he questioned, voice filling with concern. You could imagine the crease forming between his furrowed brows, one you’d usually run your thumb over to soften out. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, just a rough day,” You ran your hand down your face, feeling the weight of the day rest heavy on your shoulders. “I’ll be home in twenty,” you put the key in the ignition and started your car. 

“Alright, honey. I’ll be here when you get home. Drive safe, I love you,” Danny says. 

“Will do, I love you too,” You huff as you hang up the phone, wishing that teleportation was possible and you could be in Danny’s embrace with the blink of an eye. You drive home in silence, feeling as though music would be overwhelming to your already fragile state. 

Luckily the ride home is much quicker than the drive to work was, and before you know it, you’re pulling into the driveway of the home you share with your boyfriend. You see his car parked next to yours, the porch light on but no lights in the house on. You’re slightly confused, but your brain hurts too much to think anything of it. 

As you turn off the car and get out, Danny opens the front door. He looks radiant as ever, long and dark curly tresses pulled up in a haphazard bun, his Church of Rock and Roll shirt stretched across his toned chest, and a pair of black sweatpants hung low across his hips. If you had the energy, you’d absolutely jump him. 

He holds his arms out in invitation as you walk towards the front door. When you meet him, he takes your bag from your hand before tugging you inside and wrapping you in his warm and strong arms. You practically melt into him, knees going a little bit weak as you take in his scent. He smells woodsy from the cologne he uses and a little bit fruity from the shampoo he likes. He smells like Danny and home. 

His large hand runs over your head as he sways you both back and forth, letting you take all the love and comfort you need from him. “Hi, my gorgeous girl,” he grins when you finally pull back. You give him a halfhearted smile in return as he cups your face in his hands. A soft and gentle kiss is pressed against your lips and you chase them when he pulls away. “I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he pouts, seeming genuinely upset. But that’s Danny, too good for the world. 

“It’s not your fault,” you hum when his thumb caresses your cheek, relishing in the touch you’d been longing for all day. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be sorry,” he presses his lips to your forehead, letting them linger before he shoots you another dazzling smile. “C’mon, I’ ve got a surprise for you,” he hangs your bag and keys up by the door before taking your hand and leading you to your shared bedroom. He stopped once he reached the closed door to the master bathroom and he dropped your hand and spun around to face you, pretty eyes sparkling in the dim lights. “Okay, now you have to close your eyes.”

“Danny…” you trailed off, head tilted to the side with furrowed brows. 

“Just trust me, okay? You trust me, don’t you?”

“With my life,” you relent and shut your eyes, covering them with your hands for good measure. You could hear him giggle and the sound of the bathroom door opening before he moved behind you and grabbed your upper arms. Danny guided you into the bathroom and pressed himself against you, chin resting on your shoulder as he released your arms. 

“Open your eyes,” he said softly, no louder than a whisper. You uncovered your eyes and almost immediately bursted into tears. The bathroom seemed completely different than you had ever seen it. 

Tealights and scented candles lit up the space, casting the room in a soft orange glow. The tub was steaming, filled with fragrant oils. The sound of soft music played from the speaker set on the sink, next to it sat a tray with bottles of your favorite shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that was only broken out when you really wanted to treat yourself. “Danny, you did this all for me?” you whispered, turning around in his hold. Your eyes were teary, full of love and appreciation for your lover. You could feel the stress of the horrible day nearly melt off at just the sight of what he did just for you. 

“Of course I did, beautiful. You had a bad day, I’d say that warrants some pampering. Not that I need a reason to give my favorite girl some TLC,” Danny smiled, swiping his thumb under your eye to catch the wayward tear that had fallen. “You like it?”

“I love it,” you gave a teary chuckle, grabbing his face and planting a firm kiss on his lips, hoping to convey all the love and gratefulness you felt for him through it. “But I love you more.”

“I love you too, honey,” he laughed. “Now get undressed, I’m gonna get you some water because I guarantee you didn’t drink enough today. Then I’ll come back and wash your hair for you, how does that sound?”

“Like a dream,” you smiled. He pecked your forehead before leaving the bathroom, closing the door to give you the privacy to strip. 

As you shed your clothes you could feel the weight of the day get lighter and lighter, each article of clothing gone making it easier to breathe. Once your clothes were discarded in the hamper in the corner, you slowly sank into the hot water, sighing in content as your muscles decompressed. Leaning back into the steaming bath, you let your eyes close and gave your body a chance to finally rest. You were so at ease that you barely heard the bathroom door opening again. 

“Don’t you look relaxed,” Danny hummed, walking to you with a bottle of water in hand. “Feeling a little better.”

“So much better,” you smiled at him, head lolling to the side as you looked at him. You couldn’t help but admire him, feeling overwhelmighly thankful that you were able to bag such an angel of a man. He was sweet, kind, selfless, and not to mention the most handsome god-like man you’d ever laid eyes upon. You were so lucky to have him. Tears welled up in your eyes again at the sheer amount of affection and love you held for the beautiful soul in front of you. “You’re too good to me, Danny.”

“No such thing, baby. Drink,” Danny shook his head, kneeling beside the tub and handing you the now opened water bottle. “You deserve everything good in the world. Now, gimme that and tilt your head back,” he took the water bottle from you before grabbing the small cup that sat in the shower caddy in the corner for occasions just like this one. 

You tipped your head back as Danny filled the cup up with bathwater before he tilted it over your hair, unoccupied hand resting on your forehead to shield your face from the water. He took such care lathering the shampoo into your hair, massaging his fingers into your scalp and carefully rinsing the soap from your hair. He did the same with the conditioner, knowing exactly how to care for it properly with knowledge from his own vigorous hair routine. Once your hair was rinsed for the final time, he pressed a kiss to your wet cheek and stood. 

“You soak in here, do whatever you have to do. I’m gonna run your towel in the dryer for a little while so it's nice and warm when you come out and I’ll order us some dinner. Chinese sound good?” He asked, running a hand over your wet hair. 

“Sounds amazing,” you can’t help but smile brightly at him, the stress of the day fully dissipated. 

“There’s that gorgeous smile. Take your time, honey,” he said before leaving, shutting the door behind him again, leaving you smiley and absolutely in love.

You washed your body with the washcloth and your expensive body ways and soaked in the tub for twenty more minutes until the water went cold and your fingers pruned. Just as you pulled the stopper, Danny walked in again with the towel that had been warmed up in the dryer. “How’d you know I was done?” you asked, stepping out of the tub as Danny opened the towel. You stepped into him and he wrapped you up tightly in the warmed fabric. 

“I don’t know, maybe I’ve got a sixth sense about you or something,” he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I set some clothes out on the bed for you. Finish up here, put those on, snuggle up, and I’ll bring the food in.”

Once your nightime routine was finished, you shuffled into the bedroom and pulled on the pajamas Danny had set out for you. Your comfiest pair of pajama pants, and a sweatshirt Danny had that even swallowed him whole—it was a favorite of yours. You tucked yourself under the comforter and turned on the TV, putting on Netflix and your favorite movie. Moments later Danny came in, huge bag of Chinese take-out in hand. “How’d you know I had a movie in mind?” he asked, setting the bag of food on his bedside table. 

“Dunno, maybe I’ve got a sixth sense about you or something,” you parroted his earlier words as he passed your food to you. 

“Cheeky,” he giggled, hopping into bed right next to you, grabbing his own food and tugging you close. 

As you both ate, movie playing in the background, you stole glances at your amazingly fantastic boyfriend, just wondering how you got so lucky to have him. “I really appreciate what you did for me,” you mumbled, head falling on his shoulder. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one, honey,” Danny looked down at you with a look of love in his eye. An absolutely horrible, awful, terrible, disastrously bad day had turned into a good night.

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[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.

kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.

Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.

their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.

when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.

when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.

they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.

its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.

but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.

His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.

Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.

"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.

his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.

he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.

when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.

"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."

Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.

Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.

Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.

he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.

but tonight's different, so different.

Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.

when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.

he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.

Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.

"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.

"I missed you too,"

there's a moment of silence.

"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.

"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.

Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.

but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.

his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.

but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.

Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.

"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"

"yes, Dazai?"

"don't go."

"I won't."

"promise?"

"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."

he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"

Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.

"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."

there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.

"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.

there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.

he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.

"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).

it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?

his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).

he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.

he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.

[gladdygirl18]

Okay okay, ik it's been a while since i posted one of these but believe me, i gotta some stories ready!!! This I feel is gonna be a relatively long post (covering 2 days and 2 nights) so to read it, it will be below the cut

Blue me, pink GF

So on the 15th, MLK Day, I had just gotten back to campus from Chistmas break (loved it, went to Disney ✨🤩) and after my father had left and dropped off some of my belongings, my GF was waiting for me by one of the school gates to head back to her place. She was so adorable and clingly cuz the last time we saw each other was the 8th when she and a mutual friend of ours came to visit my place (had loads of fun 💖🥰)

So when were back at her place, we end up watching some JJK. After a while, my GF and I went into her room to cuddle and make out (to make up for lost time) and she couldn't help but poke me and kiss my neck constantly (i felt like i was on cloud 9, I was so happy 💖🥰💖🥰) Also, we have this thing where we take turns laying on top of one another, being the others weighted blanket (this time it was her turn to be the weighted blanket) and while she was on top of me, she proceeds to tickle me, and she lets out this EVIL LITTLE GREMLIN LAUGH (very endearing) THAT MADE THE TICKLING WOOOOORSE 😳😆💖

Okay, mini side rant: my GF has NATURALLY LONG AND HEALTHY NAILS that i am a bit jealous of cuz i want my nails to be somewhat the same length (and they're beautiful, easpecially when they're painted), but THEY TICKLE LIKE HELL OMGGGGG 😳😳💖

"Weighted blankets ahahaharen't supposed to tihihickle the person under thehehehem!"

"Well..... I'm a special weighted blanket~😈💖"

Once things settled down between us, we went back to the living room to socialize and watch the new Percy Jackson series; it was great. Ofc, whilst watching, my GF insisted on kissing my neck and tickling me (damn near has become a daily thing for her to do, and I am not complaining in the slightest 💖🥰)

The next day (the 16th) my GF and I just stayed in bed for about a good few hours (mainly cuz I didn't get a wink of sleep and when my alarm went off, that's when I finally fell asleep 😅) Once I had woken up and was conscious, my GF took me in her arms and just hugged me, and I proceeded to snuggle into her 🥰 before she lightly traced her nails all over my torso. I grabbed the hand that was tickling me and said, "You're nails make it tickle a lot worse!" "Well, guess I should keep them like this for a while~"

MAAAAA'AAM HELLLOOOOO!??!!?!?! 😳😳💖💖🥰 (i mean i'm not complaining....)

Later that night, my GF, our mutual friend, and I were playing some SSBU and I was getting my ass kicked: I only won twice, my friend won at least 3 or 4 rounds, and my GF won almost every 4-5 rounds in a row (so I was a little salty, and to add salt to the wound, she kept killing me, saying, "I am so sorry, I was aiming for *our mutual friend's name*") I know she meant what she said but it still kinda hurt, and I was getting tired of losing everytime (yeah yeah yeah, call me a sore loser idc....) But one thing that made it all the worth it was that while I was gaining the upper hand on her....

SHE PROCEEDS TO TICKLE ME WHILE I WAS WINNING 💖😆😂😳BROOOOOO WTFFFFF

The amount of fanfic i have read and audios i've listened to with the video game+tickle trope.... To think I would experience that omgggg!!!! And the same shit happened when we were playing Mario Kart!!😳😆 Like bro, I knew she was competitive but to think she'd use ticling as a tactic to win blew my mind 😍😍💖

Don't worry, I got her back too. Whenever she would have a perfect kill streak (kills my character 3 times) I proceeded to tickle her

"It wasn't my fahahahault! I wahahahas aiming fohohohor *our mutual friend's name*! I'm sohohohohohorry!" (her laugh is to die for I swear 😍💖🥰)

That night while we were getting ready for bed, I was still a bit salty that I kept dying in SSBU and falling off the sides in MK. My GF noticed this and proceeds to lay on top of me and says, "Come on babe, let me see your smile" When I refused, she started tickling me lightly with her fucking NAAAAILS OMGGGGG 😳I proceeded to cover my mouth to NOT show her my smile

"Come on hun, let me see your pretty smile, please~?"

After some time when I finally showed my smile, she kisses me and says with a laugh, "Ahhh, I love tickling you"

AHHHHHHHHHH I HAVE ASCENDED OMGGGG 😆😍🥰💖🥰😍😆💖 I WANTED TO CRY, I WANTED TO SCREAM OMGGGGGG!!! SHE REALLY SAID THAT! OMGGG I WANNA CRYYY 😆💖😭😭💖

After settling down, I wanted a hug (me is clingy). My GF turned around and said, "Awww, you're adorable." while proceeding to hug me

"No, I'm not"

"Yes you are. You're adorable, cute, and pretty~"

I TOTALLY wasn't blushing like an idiot 😳😳😳 (for someone to say those things to me made me feel so happy 🥰💖)

"Am not"

"Are too. If not then what are you?" proceeds to lift my face by my chin "Go on, admit you're adorable"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll tickle you~" with her signature gremlin grin

UUUUUHHHHHHH MA'AM YES THE FUCK PLEASE 😳😳💖💖😆

I scoffed and turned over, "Yeah right" (wanting to be tickled again)

"Oh, so you doubt me?" proceeds to place the tips of her nails on my belly (you could practically hear her smile, "You doubt me?"

I turned my head away and didn't answer

"You left your neck wide open babe~" and proceeds to kiss my neck and tickle my belly. While trying to push her hand away while laughing (never worked in the fanfics, def not gonna work irl 😅) she says, "Come on hun, say you're adorble!"

"Okay, okahahahay!" she stops the tickling and stares at me with her hazel-ish silver eyes. i look at her and say, "You're adorable~" (hey I said what she told me to say 🤷🏾‍♀️)

She groans before tickling harder on my stomach, making me laugh louder "That's not what I meant you little shit!" (says in a playful, endearing, and loving way)

When she stops, she looks at me and says "Admit you're adorable."

"Fine, fihihine...... i'm.... adorable..."

"Heheh, I know."

And turns over as if nothing happened. I scoff before I start tickling her back.

"What dihihihihid I dohohoho?! I didn't dohoho anythihihing! Stohohohop"

"Say you're adorable!"

"Okay okahahahay! I'm adohohorable!" (she taps out a lot quicker than me cuz she says she doesn't like being tickled and yet at certain times, she doesn't mind it in the slightest, so I'd want to think I'm rubbing off on her 🥰💖��)

After we kissed goodnight, we finally went to bed

This was one HELLUVA tickle tea story, but again, this was in the span of 2 days and nights, so ofc there'd be a lot! I really hope you guys enjoyed this as much as me experiencing this! More TTS's to come, so stay tuned!

Edit: my bad, forgot to tag the fwends @giggly-squiggily @cutesmokes @burningablaze @lovelymessybubbly @otomiyaa @sunstone-smiles

[cartierdreamx]

Hacked into you - 4 (AU)

Hi loves!! Hope you’re well, so sorry for the wait, I’ve been so busy with uni (I’m Australian, which actually shows in the way I write if you guys can see that haha), thank you so much for the support and your interests in the story, again a lot of this story is based off of the game Watchdogs 2, so if anything is confusing, comment down and I can try my best to explain it! Google also might be a better option though hehe. Also, I’d love to know what you guys think of the story so far and if you have any questions, comment down below!! If you would like to be apart of a taglist so you know when I release a new chapter, comment down below too!!

Anyways, enjoy this chapter, J <3

READ PART 3 PART 2  PART 1

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, mention of weapons

*I plan to write smut in this story and it does have some dark themes like violence involved, the game itself was rated MA15+ where I am from (might be different depending which country you are in) so my fic will be 18+ because I am involving more adult themes, if you do choose to proceed, please keep that in mind*

DIVINITY - 4

If Jenna was a sin, she’d be the indulgence I’d partake in, against the divine law.

Her gaze softened with city lights reflecting in her eyes, I know she’s going to say yes, her eyes tell me everything, her relaxed shoulders wants to welcome me in, and the slight smirk she raises, the world would be safe and small the second her head lays on my chest.

She sighs with sorry eyes.

Fuck. I thought wrong, am I stupid to think that she would stay the night with me, in my arms? Maybe, I read into her actions too much and all of that flirting was just her being friendly, I am new to the team after all. But surely it wasn’t all in my head, that we really have something.

I close my eyes and look down to my hands and let out a soft chuckle,

“Ah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”.

“No, no, b, it’s okay, I just, I don’t know if it would be the best idea, we both have to go into HQ tomorrow and it’s your first mission, I don’t want to distract you”.

“I understand, Jen, well sleep tight, if you need anything help yourself to anything in the fridge, pantry and the bathroom is the first door right next to the front door”.

“Goodnight y/n”.

“Goodnight”, I smile back at her.

After she leaves the room, so many thoughts race through my head, most of it is the memories of the past day from the start of initiation to now, mainly, it was her, Jenna, every look she gave me, every smile, and the words she spoke to me. “B”, from the second she called me that, it would be engraved on my heart forever. I realise I must get some sleep, in about 5 hours, I have to go into HQ and start my first mission. A mix of adrenaline and nervousness is running through my bloodstream, this is my cue to go to sleep, I take one more look at the city and feelings of sonder arises, I smile and reach for the remote that controls the curtains that drapes over the floor-to-ceiling windows.

*5 HOURS LATER*

The sunlight peaks through my eyelid and the smell of cinnamon greets my senses, it was a delightful smell and the weather looked beautiful, the automatic curtains obviously beat me to waking up. Today is such a beautiful day, it just sucks there are corrupt and evil people out there, butttt it helps knowing we’re trying to take them down. I get out of bed and stretch the rest of my tiredness away, I hop in my bathroom and take a quick shower, when I walk out of my room changed, Jenna is in the kitchen finishing her cooking.

 “Well, sleeping beauty finally wakens”.

“Hmm without a kiss though” taking a stab at her.

“You’re not funny”, she scoffs,

“Yeah, but the redness on your face says otherwise” taking another stab at her.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, you’re one strike away from not eating breakfast” now taking a stab at me.

I would be lying to myself if I said she wasn’t the first thing on my mind when I woke up, I just hope I was on hers too. The food looks delicious, waffles with cinnamon undertones, eggs and turkey bacon and apple juice.

“Yuck y/n, apple juice? Just for this act alone, I would kick you out of Dedsec”.

“Oh c’mon, as if you prefer orange juice”.

“No, but I’d drink a gallon of it before I touch apple”.

“You’re actually insane, but the spread looks very nice, very delicious”.

“Thank you, kind lady, don’t get used to it though”. She winks at me.

“Okay stop flirting with me and finish your food”.

“You’re on a thin line, y/n”, she walks up to me and my heart beats fasted than ever before, she’s not taller than me but I’m sitting down on a stool against my island so the power is in her hands, she steps even closer and reaches her arm out behind me which only brings her even closer, now she’s leaning her entire body towards me, I can feel her heat radiating off her skin, the heat I craved last night with me, the only heat that’s better than any blanket that wraps around my body.

“Sorry, I needed the salt” she teases,

“Didn’t season the food, Ms Ortega?”

“Shut up and eat, you need the energy for today, which speaking of, we have an hour till we have to get to HQ, you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“That’s my girl” she praises,

“Hmm, not your girl, now go relax and I’ll do the dishes.”

“No-.”

I cut her off “you cooked, I’ll clean, it’s only fair,” from then, she gets up and raises both hands up,

“You got it boss!”

I chuckle at her statement and get started on cleaning, there isn’t much to clean so I just handwash the plates instead of wasting water on the dishwasher, usually I watch something while washing dishes but this time my entertainment comes in a form of Jenna looking out into the city, watching everyone go about their day, the sun kisses her skin, I take a deep breath and splash my face to get her out of my head. No distractions. It doesn’t work, because now she’s running through my mind like a marathon.

“Okay, all done, let’s go before Marcus kills me.”

“I’d let him, to be honest, and plus I run Dedsec not Marcus.”

Dedsec doesn’t work as a hierarchy, that would be hypocritical of them, however it’s an unspoken thing that Marcus leads the SF team, it’s not a bad thing, he’s sweet, and he acts like more of a brother than a leader I’ve heard. The SF team consists of, Marcus, Wrench, Josh, Sitara, Ray also known as Tbone and Jenna, well now me. There was another team member before, Horatio, I heard he was the sweetest and he was very smart, but unfortunately, he got caught by a gang, known as the Tezcas who wanted to hunt down Dedsec members and was unfortunately stabbed to death. He got his justice though when Marcus and the team avenged him. And of course, I cant forget, the Dedsec members/followers in bay area, they provide us with information and help on missions, acting as informants, we wouldn’t be here without them and we’re growing by the minute.

“Okayyyyy Jenna, whatever you say, now let’s go.”

We head towards the garage of the building, on the way saying hi and bye to Alfred at the same time, once we get to the garage, I lead her towards my safeguarded area of the garage where my vehicles rest.

“Holy shit.”

“Like what you see?” I elbow her softly,

“Who the hell are you?”

“Y/n…”

She tsks “you know what I mean, did you steal them?”

“Hey! I worked hard for these thank you very much, by taking down evil, rich people and maybe taking a bit of their money for me.”

“There’s the twist.”

“Oh, don’t start, Dedsec does the same, take from the rich and give to the vulnerable, now my fair lady, pick your poison.”

She walks around the vehicles, with each one she sees her eyes widen even more, she’s in awe, I mean to be fair, I was too.

“This one.”

“Good choice, she’s, my favourite.”

She’s referring to my crimson red motorcycle, the Sayonara. My favourite vehicle to ride, and super-fast too, it took me a bit to get used to the speed.

“What can I say, I’ve got a good eye, and the need, the need for speed.”

“Okay, never say that again if you want to ride with me.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever, anyways, I’ve always wanted to ride one, I see people riding them around the city, always going too fast for their own good.”

“Maybe you’ve seen me.”

“Maybe.”

I pass her a motorcycle jacket that’ll keep her warm and protect her from the speed and drag while riding, along with a helmet for extra protection, the most important protection, might I add.

“Hold on tight.”

As we cruise through the warm yet cooling San Francisco breeze, I can feel Jenna’s grip on my waist get tighter every time I sped up, I decide it’s time to put on a show. I see a clear street, put the bike in the right gear and tell Jenna to hold on. Next thing you know I’m reaching 120km an hour and then I hear the most excruciating noise, sirens, police sirens.

“Lose them, b” Jenna instigates but in a flirtatious manner.

“Hold on even tighter.”

After that, I’m swerving, trying to avoid crashes and trying to lose the police, 5 minutes in and now I have about 2 cars trying to catch me.

“They’re getting closerrr.”

“Have some faith, Jen.”

2 minutes later, the police sirens die down as the sounds dilute, from that, I start slowing down, and lucky enough I see the HQ, I ride into the nearby alleyway and park.

“WOOOOOOO” Jenna screams into my ears and jumps on me and gives me a hug as we get off the bike. “FUCK THAT WAS FUN.”

I laugh at her,

“I’m glad you enjoyed the ride.”

“Do you always ride like that?”

I reach for her helmet to help her take it off,

“Depends on what I’m riding,” I wink at her.

She rolls her eyes at me and makes her way towards the building, “you’re so annoying” I hear her say faintly as she continues to walk away.

“YOU LOVE ME” I yell back at her, I run up to her as she’s my way in, the building of the HQ is disguised as a fully functional comic book shop, fully stocked with figurines and games, every nerds and geeks dreams, but in the back, there’s a discrete hidden door, behind the ‘janitor’s closet,’ the HQ, also known as a hackerspace can only be accessed with the code and right now, I don’t know the code. San Francisco is where the main hackerspace is, where we reside, but there’s other ones with other people working away at right now, one in Oakland and one in Silicon Valley, both also very discrete.

As we head in, we bolt directly to the back, making sure we don’t linger too long up top, Jenna punches in the code and the door slides open,

“The code’s 53662, and if you forget it, goodluck.”

I give her a nod, letting her know I understand, as we walk in and walk down the stairs the walls are adorned with graffiti, but not the ones you see in random alleyways but the ones that could be framed in a museum, they all tell a story, they all speak Dedsec.

“Heyyy, there you are fresh meat, thought you pussied out.” Wrench exclaims,

“Me? Never, just got caught in a little action.”

“Oh, we know, it was a lot of fun to watch, gotta do it all with us one day.” Marcus daps me up,

“You guys saw?”

They all stand in front of me and stare deeply into my soul, their left irises light up blue with hints of grey.

Sitara steps forward and hands me a small box,

“This here is your SI also known as smart iris, we in the hackerspace can see what you can, what you hear and also your vitals, don’t worry though, these only turn on when you’re in action, so you can breathe and relax about your private life, what you do in your little penthouse is your business.”

“Little is an understatement,” Jenna chuckles,

“Okay okay, Jenna’s seen it, you guys should come over sometime.”

Wrench’s mask lights up a smiley face, “dude, fuck yeah.”

“I’ll bring the drinks,” a middle-aged white man walks towards me and offers his hand, I accept his shake.

“Woah, you’re Tbone, it’s an honour to be working with you, hell to even be standing in front of you.”

“I like you, kid, and I’m flattered, you’ve got this fire Dedsec needs, and you’re crazy talented, I watched your initiation, pretty impressive things.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Please, sir is for the CEOs.”

“And, you must be Josh, nice to meet you.”

“Hi y/n, it’s very nice to meet you too.”

“Alright, kid” Marcus walks up to me,

“Are you ready for your first official mission?”

“Very.”

“Okay so, you’ll be running it with me, kind of like my shadow but don’t think less of yourself, we are an equal, the rest of the guys will be back here watching us, doing their own thing, and guiding us through points, that’s also Jenna’s main job, she will let us know of any alerts, cameras and guards we need to neutralize. For your first mission, nothing big, basically you know the rapper, Bobo Dakes?”

“Yeah, I love him, he’s about to release a new album?”

“Yes, he is and we all love him” Jenna continues on, “this big big shot pharmacist, Gene Carcani, also known as the most hated man in America right now, he’s raising the prices of leukaemia medicine so he gets more money, and funny enough, he’s also a big Bobo fan who is offering him millions of dollars to keep the album for himself.”

“What a dickhead, so first he takes advantage of the vulnerable and second he wants to become more selfish by keeping art to himself.”

“And it is your job to take him down, this includes taking every penny he has, we’ll use that money to support cancer foundations.”

“Well, kid, let’s get going.”

I grab my helmet and say bye to the team and grab a weapon, a glock to be specific, something light to get me through, but this is just for precaution, I will only shoot as a last resort, I have other means of neutralizing an enemy, I know martial arts for a reason, and I have my trusty melee weapon. I place my SI in and start heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, b.”

I turn around and see Jenna, she grabs my s/c hand and caress it, her touch is soft and cool, complimenting my warmth.

“Be careful and stay safe, I want you here breathing.”

“Yes ma’am, and plus, don’t worry, you got my back.”

She chuckles.

“I got you.”

~~

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Random Senerio w/ Katsuki Bakugou

For Context: This is a self-insert 1-shot about adapting to life in Japan (specifically earthquakes). I might make more of these because I'm very well aware of how debilitating culture shock can be. I was an exchange student for 10 months in the Czech Republic at 16-17. Obviously, Japan and Czech are VERY different, but I thought this was fun to write, so just enjoy!

My entire body was trembling as I walked through the pitch-black hallways trying to find at least some light. There had obviously been an outage from the earthquake. It was 3 am when the tremors jolted me awake. I needed to find someone awake to sit with. Being alone in the dark was driving me crazy.

Because of the lack of light, I found myself stumbling door to door, knocking lightly and getting more and more anxious as no one answered… That was until someone finally did, but it wasn't who I expected.

"Who the hell is-" Katsuki looked down at me in my disheveled state trying to make sense of why I was at his door.

"The earthquake woke me up," I say in a shaky voice trying not to cry, "and it's really dark because the power went out."

"And why is that my problem?" He sounded so angry. I just couldn't hold it in anymore and started quietly crying, turning away from him.

Katsuki's heart sank as he watched me cry. He stood there for a moment just staring, trying to think of what to do before noticing the goosebumps on my arms. He stepped back inside for a moment to grab the blanket off his bed.

“Here,” he grumbled, handing the soft green blanket to me, “Get in before I change my mind.”

I proceed to wrap it around myself and walk inside quickly. I make it to the edge of his bed, then look back at him, his eyes were the most noticeable with the dim light from the moon. 

“Just crawl over to the wall and I’ll sleep on this side,” his voice was softer now, but still agitated. 

I nod, doing as he asked, trying my best not to make too much noise as my nervous system finally calmed down till I felt the aftershock hit. 

“Willow, It’s fine,” Katsuki rolls his eyes as I start breathing heavier, “What? You never felt earthquakes before?”

I turn back to shake my head no. Tennessee only gets tornados, floods, and the occasional tropical storms coming up from the aftermath of hurricanes down in the Gulf. 

Katsuki just stared at me, “So you… don’t have those in America?”

“California does, and maybe some other states on the west coast, but not Tennessee.”

He hummed, seeming to understand why I reacted so severely now, “Well, trust me; this is nothing. I’ve felt a Magnitude 7. Now that shit is scary. These little tremors are nothing.”

“I’ve had a tornado go by my house,” I explain, “It was only an F2, but still.”

“Tsk,” Katsuki laughed, “I could probably take one of those out with an explosion.”

I start laughing, “You think you could take out a tornado?”

“If I can make them, I can break them can’t I?” He asks, nudging my shoulder. 

“Maybe the tiny ones, but an F5? There was one down in Huntsville when I was a kid that took out whole neighborhoods and dropped pieces of buildings in my front yard an hour away!”

His eyes widened, “Now that’s fucking scary.”

“Right?! And they can crop up anywhere. Unlike hurricanes where you have time to prepare, they’re just there in a flash.”

Kats nods, eyes heavy and sleepy as he lays down, “Now, why would be scared of a silly little earthquake when you face that shit at home?”

I pause as he stares at me, “Well… it’s new… I don’t know what to expect.”

He breathes out and closes his eyes, “Then just come stay with me, but don’t tell anyone I let you in here or dunce face will be on my ass about it.”

I smile, jumping again as we feel another, much lighter aftershock. I instinctually reach out for something as I feel the earth beneath me shift only to land on Katsuki’s biceps. When I finally realize what I’m holding, I feel his hand ghost over mine as he looks up at me. 

“Finding an excuse to cop-a-feel, Sparkle face?” He asks, a smirk on his face as he laughs. 

I shake my head, “No- I just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“If I was mad I would have said so,” he whispers, gliding his thumb over my knuckles, “Now lay down and go to sleep. We have class tomorrow.”

“Yeah- Right, of course,” I lay next to him. My hands were still on his arm as he continued his ministrations. His hands were so gentle and abnormally warm. It lulled me into finally closing my eyes and leaning my head into his shoulder. 

“G’night…” I just barely hear him whisper in my ear before sleep finally takes me for the rest of the night.

[acefaun]

The King’s Labyrinth (8)

Synopsis: Being the notorious trickster that he is, the King uses a film you've recently watched with the gods as inspiration for his latest entertainment. It doesn't help that Leon looks like the Goblin King… Putting the thirteen of you in the Labyrinth, it only takes a little mind persuasion to get everyone to cooperate.

✨Masterlist✨ Female goldfish! An: We're finally at the last chapter! I'm probably going to use this ending with the King to my advantage later. After all… A wish is a wish. 😙

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8

—Word count: 2.6K—

Chapter 8: A Pseudo Happy Ending

“That was sufficiently entertaining. I have to thank you, human,” the King’s eloquent voice rang out in the empty space. “Tell me, (Name) (Last Name), what do you wish for as a reward?”

As I contemplated his question, I blinked. I didn’t really want anything other than to be back with my boyfriends who would remember who the heck I was. I also didn’t want to go through something like that again… “Send me home, please,” was my quiet request. It was all I’d been asking for. The following comment left my lips, “I’m tired…”

“Hm,” the King hummed, snapping his fingers to grant my request. “Sleep then, human. You’ll receive your due reward another time.”

***

Sleep was a peaceful thing, something I felt like I’d been missing out on for too long. Though it was a thing meant to regain energy, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d been stuck in the longest dream—something I was desperate to escape from. 

Well… When I thought about it, I was trying to escape from something, wasn’t I? I recalled seeing the King of the Heavens, but beyond that, there wasn’t anything that really stood out to me. At least, until I thought about seeing my gods. Then I remembered the trouble I’d gone through the past 24 hours. 

The only question bothering me was where were the gods now?! 

Feeling too panicked to stay laying down, I shot up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Though, I wasn’t on my bed—I wasn’t on any bed at all, for that matter. I blinked furiously to straighten my vision, only seeing the mansion’s living room around me. Confused, I recalled being with Aigonorus before that whole dream started… or… was it a dream?

The sound of a page flipping made me divert my eyes to Huedhaut who was sitting alone on the opposite sofa, going through his Wishes work. It looked too normal of a scene considering he was a goblin just a few hours ago…

But my harsh staring seemed to have attracted his attention. His eyes flickered up to me. “You’re finally awake. Don’t you have anything you’d like to say to me?”

My eyes widened at suddenly being called out by him. I tried extremely hard to recall what he could have been talking about, but nothing was coming to mind. Wincing, I tried, “I… Uh… Good morning?”

“It’s afternoon,” Huedhaut sighed, his book settling on his lap. “Do you honestly have no idea what I’m talking about?”

“Uh…” I pursed my lips, my gaze trailing down to the floor. There’s no way we were on the same page now. 

“That ridiculous drawing,” he suddenly pointed out, making me flinch. Though, he wasn’t overly harsh about it; it was still the first time any of the gods complained about a work of mine—even if it was just something I’d done as a joke. “If you ever find it humorous to draw me in such a way again, I will tell Zyglavis about what you’ve done.”

“W- What?” Now I was confused. What could I have possibly drawn to make him threaten me with telling Zyglavis?! What was he going to tell Zyglavis?! Surely, there was no way we were both talking about the same drawing of the gods as little green goblins! If he was then wasn’t he overreacting? Slowly, I pointed out, “You’re… pretty mad right now. Um… Is it safe… to ask what you’re talking about?” 

His glare told me no, it wasn't safe at all to ask. Though, before he could proceed to tell me off, a new god entered the room. However, seeing Teorus didn't make me feel any more comforted. It turned out he had a similarly displeased expression. Pouting, he complained, “You're awake now that it's all over, huh?”

I certainly wasn't used to being the center of attention—negatively, anyway. “Ah… I'm kinda scared to ask… Is it that bad?”

“You,” Scorpio snapped, making me flinch. It was bad enough I had the Wishes gods on my case, but the Punishment gods were a different and scarier story! “You have some damn nerve.” 

It wasn't safe for my health to ask Huedhaut or Teorus, but it especially wouldn’t be good to ask Scorpio. Why were they all so peeved with me? As far as I was aware, I saved them from playing the King’s wicked game. Shouldn't they have been thanking me? 

Almost as if attracted to my horrible predicament, a few other gods joined the gathering in the living room, though I was sure it would only lead to more trouble. It surprised me when Aigonorus only had one calm request for me, “You need to stop drawing.”

I faltered. “W- What…?” Just the other night Aigonorus was praising my hard work and even laughing along with me, telling me how weird I was. This sudden change in attitude wasn’t something I was expecting. “Where did that come from?” Was my art so horrible that even the gods had enough of me?

Averting his gaze from me, he admitted, “Your drawings are dangerous. After you showed me that drawing you did of everyone, it became real. Either that… or we all shared the same dream…” He paused, squinting his eyes. “No… That’s not it. Your drawing just became real.”

“I have the answer to that,” Zyglavis said, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. He seemed to wear a similarly displeased expression as everyone else. Why did everyone seem to know what was going on except me and Aigo? His gaze laser focused on me, he asked, “Do you recall what you did with that particular drawing of yours?”

“Uh…” Hesitantly, I shrugged my shoulders. “I, uh, didn’t do anything illegal.”

Huedhaut hummed, a thought coming to him, “Perhaps it should be. If we were to create a set of ‘laws’ for you to follow, ‘Do not, under any circumstance, collaborate with the King’ would be the first law on the list.”

With all of their eyes pointedly on me, a cold shiver ran down my spine, making me tense up under their scrutiny. “You’ve got this all wrong,” I argued, trying to defend myself. The last thing I wanted was for them to think I’d sell them out to the highest bidder! “I didn’t go to him with any wild ideas or anything! He came to me and asked to see my work! W- What am I supposed to do? I can’t just tell the King no!”

“You’re a fickle little goldfish,” Leon argued, lounging into his chair. Part of me was relieved that he was also back to his usual self, though I didn’t appreciate him also joining their attack against me. “You had no problem telling me no. I was a King in your little fantasy world, wasn’t I? As far as I’m aware, you were fully aware of who we were and where we were.”

“That’s different,” I desperately denied. It wasn’t like I had a choice! I couldn’t just agree to stay with him in that world of his. “I was trying to get us home.” Taking in his relaxed way of teasing me, I shot back, “What about you? If you had it your way I’d be stuck in that castle with you and all the other gods would still be goblins! If anything, they should be mad at you, not me. You’re the one who wasn’t listening to me when I was trying to get you to send us home!”

Now he was interested in the little tiff I was having with the other gods. It didn’t seem to be a problem before I dragged his pride through the dirt. I almost regretted speaking my opinion with the dangerous way his eyes were glimmering. The corner of his lips curled up. “You look frightened.”

I groaned, shutting my eyes in anticipation for what was to come. It wasn’t fair that they were all upset with me. “It’s not fair I’m getting ganged up on like this. Can’t you guys have a little mercy? I ran an entire Labyrinth to get everyone home…”

Aigonorus was the first to nod his head and agree. He was there to witness most of it, after all. “That took too long… I’m really tired from following you all over. You should sleep with me as an apology.”

“M- Me?” I stuttered. Not that I was against the idea of sleeping with him, but he was accusing the wrong person, yet again! “Aigo, Leo made you chase me around the labyrinth like that. Why do I have to apologize for something he was making you do?!”

“Let me guess,” Karno added, equally miffed with me. “Leo must also be the reason behind why the King chose to trap us in that game and turn us into unsavory creatures meant to hurt you.”

“Uh…” I faltered, avoiding his gaze. He was getting a little too specific there. “Please stop making me feel like I’m in the doghouse… I didn’t tell anyone to turn anyone into goblins!” Pouting, I accused them, “What do you want from me? You’re clearly trying to make me feel guilty for something!”

Simply put, Huedhaut answered my question, “An apology. You’ve yet to apologize for the trouble you’ve caused us and here you are trying to push the blame onto Leo who only watched your movie with you. He didn’t entertain the King with foolish ideas.”

I blinked, staring at Huedhaut in confusion. Was that really all they were looking for? I looked away skeptically. There was no way that was going to be the end of this. They never ganged up on me for something as simple as an apology. My eyes narrowed as I looked back at Huedhaut. Cautiously, I did as he requested, “Well… I’m sorry? Sorry for… uh… talking to the King? Aaaaand sorry for pointing out things Leo did?” Earning a sharp glare, I quickly corrected myself, “Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. He didn’t know what he was doing. Just like Teo would never have knocked Aigo in the head, and Lou never would’ve aimed an arrow at me, and-”

“I’m confiscating your ipad.”

That singular sentence from Zyglavis made me freeze, my eyes locking onto him. “No… No, no, no! I’m sorry! I’m so, so, so sorry! I won’t ever let the King see my art again! I won’t make you watch quirky movies with me anymore! Please, don’t take away my only sanity on Earth!”

He was clearly avoiding meeting my gaze, knowing he would give into my pleading otherwise. Instead, he pointed out, “Humans are all the same. If I don’t show you that there are consequences to your actions then you won’t learn.”

It tempted me to ask him if he was my mother or something, but I didn’t want to dig myself an even deeper grave. He was worse than a mother—he was the minister of the department of punishments. Curse his ability to know exactly where to strike! Pressing my hands together in a pleading motion, I tried again, “No, I did learn. I promise I learned my lesson!” Before I could rush over and latch onto Zyglavis to plead my case, an arm wrapped around me preventing me from going anywhere. Despite how Krioff was holding me back, it didn’t stop my cries, “Please! Ziggy, don’t do this to me!” At a loss of what to do, my hands helplessly landed atop my head as a sign of my distress. “What am I even getting punished for? None of this was my fault!”

Leon stared pointedly at me. “Don’t collaborate with the King.”

“I’m sorry,” I tried to insist, though they were just brushing off my apologies at that point. “I didn’t mean to make the King play with you like that! C’mon, you’re gonna make me sad. What can I do to make things right? You’re not gonna cold-shoulder me forever, are you?” There was no way they had the heart to do that to me. But they were gods and their determination was pretty strong. But… it was nothing against… my tears! My lips formed a pout as tears welled in my eyes. I dramatically whined, “Ooh, that’s it! It’s all over! You all hate me!”

“What… Uh… (Name),” Karno hesitated on how to address me, his hand resting gently on my back. “We don’t hate you. It’s just a punishment. Aren’t you overreacting?”

My head hung even lower at his question. “Our relationship is doomed… I’ve shoved everyone away with my careless actions… In the face of being coerced by the King, I’m estranged and ostracized by my loved ones…”

Huedhaut inclined his head, his eyebrows furrowing together in disbelief. “Now, where are you getting this vocabulary?”

“My emotional wounds,” I answered, my voice cracking. My shoulders sagged as if to display my physical anguish. “It’s fine I’ll… banish myself to the most dreary part of the mansion… outside!” Brushing off Karno’s hand and turning to leave, I was suddenly stopped by a firm hand around my wrist. Apparently there was a collective sigh that signified they were relieved someone stopped me from leaving. 

A yelp left my lips as they yanked me back. My face mushed uncomfortably into someone’s chest before I heard Krioff muttering from above me, “You’re not goin’ anywhere. Here-” I felt my ipad slip back into my arms before I was smushed right back into his chest, his arms firmly wrapped around me. “Don’t ever say we hate you—we love you—and don’t ever think we’re lettin’ you leave us. No matter how many times you screw up, our relationship isn’t over.”

“Krioff…” I quickly covered up a snort of laughter, pressing my face further into his chest. 

Unfortunately, he still managed to hear it. “What was that?”

“A- A sniffle,” I quickly excused, trying to make sure he didn’t pull away so I could hide the mischievous grin that crossed my face. To verify my excuse, I made a louder sniffle. “I- I’m sorry. I’m a little emotional right now. The fact that I’m not hated in this mansion makes me so ha-happy…!” I lost myself in a fit of airy laughter, that I quickly had to cover-up with fake sobs as I gasped for air. The only thing saving me was the deadly grip I had on his jacket. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, (Name),” Ichthys tried to support me, his hand patting my head. “You don’t have to cry. We know the King was just using you. Geez, good thing we never let them catch you doing pranks with me. You’d never survive those punishments if you can’t handle this.” 

“You don’t have to cry so much,” Scorpio commented, indicating his discomfort when it came to someone crying in front of him. Only I froze, tensing up in apprehension as his hand landed on my shoulder. The both of us fell silent, and I held my breath. “You stupid goldfish!” I flinched as Scorpio twisted the back of my shirt in his fist, yanking me out of Krioff’s arms. “You think this shit is funny?!”

Immediately, I screamed in retaliation, “You’re the ones who started emotionally blackmailing me first and I don’t even know what for!”

Though, apparently the room wasn’t filled with as much tension as I thought there was. Ichthys started cracking up laughing at the look on Scorpio’s face. “That was genius! You should see the looks on your faces!” Grinning widely, he snapped his fingers, and I appeared in his waiting arms. “For a great prank like that I have to help you out of trouble.”

“Ichthys,” Zyglavis called after my partner in crime. “Come back here!”

Regardless of what trouble I caused thanks to the King, Ichthys was sticking to his word. Besides, even he liked the games the King played. So, it was safe to say that I was in good hands and safe from further scolding from the other gods—well… for now.

[thatsjaicafoodblog]

My Common Table: Saturday’s Feast!

What It Looks Like To Be Hungry In College Life..... Clinician’s Life.

I am Jaica, but my friends call me Jeks. I’m an Optometry Clinician, meaning I’m in my 5th year in Optometry. 6 day class in a week is a usual life among all of us. My life’s cycle goes: online classes - activities - due dates - working on our thesis - looking for patients - case revalida. Repeat! Quite draining right? I need to have my energy every single day, and by saying ENERGY, I mean FOOD. 

Let me share my food diary today. 

On the 20th day of May, Saturday. I woke up 6 am in the morning with a heavy feeling. No energy dong clinician’s duties. I just want to lay on my bed with my blanket on. Who wants to go to school on Saturdays? I guess, I’m not the only one. 

This is an instant coffee, most of the time, I prefer to make my own coffee. I would like my coffee to be strong and not too sweet. Just like me! ;) 

With a heavy heart, I decided to proceed and starts my day. I’m not really a coffee lover, I didn’t drink coffee at all, not until I met my boyfriend. Our usual bonding when we’re both free is driving to Tanay, Rizal to have coffee adventure. 

The Not-So-Healthy College Students Breakfast Meal Starter Pack  

Together with my coffee, I prepared my own breakfast. It’s a long day today, so I need to have my rice breakfast. I had my Tender Juicy hotdog boiled first. I learned this from my mom, to remove the excess red coloring from the hotdog. Honestly, this brand used to me by favorite but lately the taste is starting to change and I don’t like it. I also had my small piece of chicken from yesterday. To add flavor to my overall breakfast, I had my UFC banana catsup. I prefer tomato catsup more than banana because I don’t like my catsup to be sweet but I had no choice :P 

AFTER 3-HOURS DUTY WITH MY 3 PATIENTS. I finally got back to my condo. 

At the corner of this street is my go-to eatery. A budget meal indeed! 

Before I went up to my unit, I decided to have my lunch here. I really don’t know what is the store’s name neither the owner. I just call him “Kuya” whenever I eat here. 

“Pa order po isang menudo po with siomai rice, add po ako ng mountain dew”

For my lunch, I had siomai rice with chili garlic, menudo with 4 pcs of potatos and a mountain dew. I don’t recall the break down of prices but I paid 90 pesos. Not bad. But I must say the taste was also “not bad”. The food was cheap and intended to cater students in a tight budget, construction workers, tricycle drivers etc. I know this because most of the time, these are the people that I’m eating with. 

I went up to my unit and decided to sleep before doing my school works and pending case revalidas. I set up my alarm to 3:30 pm, to get started with my agenda. 

Surprise! not a tub of fish or meat. An Ice cream combination of Double Dutch and Rocky Road

I don’t know with you guys, but personally, I have my comfort food. Whenever I feel stress and feel happy. Ice cream saves the day! and to lighten up the day. I ate an ice cream that I bought a week ago. Since I am the only one living here, as of today, you can’t expect me to finish this 1.3 L. Or can I? 

What’s your favorite flavor of Ice cream? - Me, I must say that anything with nuts. I obsessed with nuts. I prefer my chocolates and ice cream to have nuts because I personally believed that, If I eat these without nuts, IT’S BORING AND NOT FULFILLING AT ALL. 

Ice cream is cheaper than therapy. 

After an hour of doing my works. Refrigerator was my friend again. I don’t know who owned this but I think one of my cousin left here this yesterday and I’m glad she did! 

Another Target Unlocked. From The Baked Sushi Factory - Salmon x Scallops

This is the first time I have tasted baked sushi with scallops and it was delicious. Also the dried seaweeds (violet packaging) I often eat the other brand with green packaging, I forgot the name of it. Everything were perfectly balanced. I don’t always eat baked sushi because this is so expensive, especially for me that I have budget allowance. So I only get that chance to eat this when my cousin ordered one or we have special occasion. 

With the help of my tripod and phone camera timer. I got these shots. Thanks Self. <3

Today seems a feast for me. It’s Saturday. I think I deserve this. 

Speaking of Saturday, in our family every now and then we practice unplanned family dinner or lunch. Since I am the only niece here in Manila, I was not able to join them with our family dinner. And aside from having dinner, they also celebrated the send off party of my eldest cousin before going to London. She already got her visa approved! 

Since I was not present in their celebration, my auntie decided to just send me foods from the restaurant through lalamove so that i can also experienced their dinner. 

DEAN & DELUCA  - King Crab Pasta and New York Burger and Fries

I was so happy with my last meal for today. The moment I tasted the pasta, it felt really good because it was tomato based and family knows me as someone who likes the pasta to be sour and not sweet. The bread also compliments to the taste of the pasta. This is the first time to eat Dean & Deluca and I must say this pasta was real good. The burger and fries seem normal to me, nothing special or am i being biased because burger is really not appetizing for me. But still, I finished them all because the prices were also real good. This 2 meals cost them 1,460.00 and that is closer to my 1 week allowance. But the pasta was good so I think it’s worth it. 

It was a day full of blessings. Others may say that I eat too much, but who cares. I can afford it and not wasting any food. Eating healthy meals such as carbs, proteins, veggies and fruits make my day. It helps me function properly and think wisely throughout the day, especially during tight schedules. 

Today was really a great day for me. I am so thankful that I am able to afford and eat these foods. I am also grateful to my family for letting me taste these foods by giving me allowance every week. 

If you have a chance, always share your blessings. 

[garfield420]

alright stop the presses: knowingly being pro-hero Deku's side piece and all of the angst and smut that follows it. this is mostly ooc, cheating mention, full blown smut, and mostly angst! also minors don't interact <3

you two met in a bar, both of you had a few drinks and go to a cheap motel for a one-night stand. you wake up to a scribbled note on a napkin saying to meet him at a low-end diner later in the day. you decide to meet up with him and find out you slept with pro-hero deku. at first you expected him to just bribe you and ask you to never discuss the one-night stand, however instead he asked if you wanted to meet up again some time in the future.

you were conflicted internally by the proposition, but going against better judgement you said yes. he seemed pretty happy by the situation and you two properly exchanged numbers. it's not uncommon that atleast once a week he gives you a booty call, simply giving you a motel location and a time followed by an emoji.

you know you should turn him down and that what you have right now is terrible. it twists your stomach knowing that he's cheating on his wife with you, sometimes you wonder if she even knows what he's doing during his late night visits with you. you wonder if she's also seeing others, and that's why he chooses to lay you.

it's another late night visit with him that has you mostly ponder this. it's his usual set-up, a simple text with all the details you need followed by another asking if it was possible for you to make it. you always respond with a yes against your better judgement, knowing you should say no to a married man.

next thing you know you're in the motel room and he's already fighting to get his throbbing cock for you. rarely are words shared between you two, usually if words are said it's normally a moan or him asking if he can cum in you.

you should feel guilty about this, but regardless you can't think about it, especially when the pleasure of him fingering you kicks in, his hands needy to just feel you and fill you out. soon he has you pushed onto the bed as your hands wrap around the red tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum across the pad of your thumb and around his tip. he lets out a soft moan as he catches your lips with a rugged and desperate kiss.

you can barely process whats happening until you find him thrusting into your hole with an iron grip on one of your wrists. you pity your motel neighbors, knowing that nothing can disguise the act. the giveaway sign of the moans leaving from your mouths, the wet slaps of his cock meeting your hole, the bed creaking under the force of deku's thrusts, even just the the sound of your thighs rubbing against him.

"can i cum in you?" he asks, drawing you away for a split moment of the carnal passion. without even thinking you give him a resounding yes as he further proceeds to drill you, the way his cock met all your sensitive spots leaving you close to a climax as you wrap your legs around him. his thrusts become uneven and clearly seeking his own climax, he buries his head into the crook of your neck. the revelation of him using you for his own pleasure throws you over the edge, a poorly-hidden moan leaving your lips.

suddenly he shoves his head deep into your crook as he lets out a soft whine as you felt his cum shoot deep within your hole. his pace considerably slows before he pulls out, leaving you both panting softly in the warm lustful heat of the room. he soon then moves to go clean himself.

there rarely was much in terms in aftercare other than him offering you a hot wet towel to clean yourself with before he either leaves or crawls into bed to rest. it was in the aftermath you remember that outside of this room you mean nothing to him, and only exist as a hole for him to fuck. you sometimes wonder if you're his only side piece or if you're one side piece out of a list.

two hours into laying into bed with him, you couldn't sleep since your mind was too far deep into thinking about the implications of your relationship with him. you heard a soft snore leave his mouth, signifying his resting state. you take that as an opportunity to get up and sit in the dark away from him. you find yourself right by the window looking out at the resting dark world, watching the tiny cars from the 6th floor and the bright neon lights from the various buildings located around the motel.

you've seen his interviews before, mostly the ones with him and his wife, pro-hero uravity. on camera they seem like an old married couple, he seems so soft and loving around her. in interviews where she isn't present, he always seems to find a way to bring up his wife, talking about how wonderful she is. he seems so amazing and kind under the eye of a camera, but you suppose this is a lesson in perspective.

though you would never have the opportunity to ask, and you're sure this will end eventually, you wonder what led him to cheating on his wife with you. you feel terrible about you knowingly sleeping with another woman's husband, but you try to justify it to yourself; you're not the initiator so it's not like you're solely at fault right? plus it's all just carnal acts, it's not like there's any feelings attached so it's not that bad, right?

regardless you continuously find yourself gazing out into that sleeping world beyond this motel room of yours with a man you barely know, contemplating the morality of sleeping with a married man.

[allisonlol]

Hello! May we have draken, Mikey, and mistuya cuddle hcs? (If Mikey actually cuddles? Would that dude let you hug him??)

a/n: yes yes ofc!! and well...that question depends on who u ask lmao

(Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya) Cuddle HC's

Mikey

LOVES CUDDLES

is that an unpopular opinion?? idc

like he's literally a lil cuddle bug (•◡•)

as soon as you get home from work, the first thing he does is drag you into bed

you could be complaining about how u want to change first but he'll just be like "lol no" and proceed to pull the covers over the both of you

is fine with being either the little or big spoon, whichever u want him to be

secretly has a preference for being little spoon tho

wraps his arms around your waist and nestles his face in ur neck

puts his cold hands up your shirt too 🙄

^not even in a teasing way, he just subconsciously uses you as his little heater

if you play with his hair he will melt

the only downside is that he'll fall asleep after 15 minutes,,,

sleeps like a fcking rock too, and won't wake up until four hours later

Draken

another (not so little) cuddle bug

tries to play it off as indifferent, but you can tell he really loves them

the two of you don't have much free time so it can only really happen at night before bed

if you’re someone who’s always freezing (like me), you can rest assured bc draken is literally a HEATER

so warm & cozyyy

he’s always the big spoon btw

cradles u in his arms and will rub soothing circles on your back

uses this as time to ask about your day bc he loves how soft & relaxed your voice sounds

don’t try to avert your attention from him in any way pls

^one time, you’d thought that he’d fallen asleep so u pulled out your phone to check ur notifs

this mf opened his eyes instantly and snatched that shit from you so fast 😭

it’s all because cuddle sessions can be rare to come by due to busy schedules, so he really tries to make the most of it when he can

Mitsuya

aka most perfect boy <3

loves loves loves cuddles with you

he'll always softly ask for them like: "y/n, can we cuddle now??🥺"

you'd be a fool to say no‼️

likes when you both lay on your sides to face each other

hugs u so close to him and plays with your hair

will lightly trace shapes on your skin, it's really relaxing

probably plays lofi music or some shit to set the mood 🤨 (honestly same)

presses his forehead to yours and holds your face while he says how much he loves you

you better get everything done before cuddle sessions because once he has his arms wrapped around you, he's not letting go

pls one time you had to go to the bathroom and mitsuya was just like "no<3"

literally keeps a vice grip on your waist so u can’t get up 😭😭 that’s how whipped for cuddles he is

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