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izadi234 · 3 months ago

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Forget me not

-Warning: Contain yandere themes, neglected! gn!reader, mention of low self-esteem, the writer's first language isn't English.

Yan! Batfamily x gn!

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 (You're here)

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Meanwhile Duke and you spent the afternoon playing at an arcade and while you were playing, Duke checked the family group. Dick had sent a message calling for a meeting but he ignored it and decided to focus on spending time with you.

Alfred's plan must have already started

After playing for a while you both decided to go to dinner at Duke's favorite restaurant so you could talk in a more relaxed way. These moments with you made Duke feel like he was a little kid again, forgetting about school, his parents' tragedy and even that he was a vigilante. Once you got to the restaurant and sat at your table, you talked a little about some series and video games that you both liked until Duke asked something that he had never dared to ask before.

"Can I ask you a question, (Name)?"

"Sure!" you nodded

"Why are you studying journalism?" the younger one asked

Duke was not stupid, he was also a detective like the rest of the family, he knew that your career decision had been made because of the death of your parents, but he wanted to know about your life before the mansion.

And so maybe he'll know how to make your next stay more comfortable

"Well umm..." you said a little thoughtfully but still smiling

"I don't think I've told you about my mom and... and my dad, right? Before I went to live at Wayne Manor" you specified

Duke just shook his head as he waited for you to continue talking.

"Well, I chose my career because of them"

"And why?" Duke asked a little more insistently "And Bruce wasn't your father?"

"I mean, if Bruce is my father biologically speaking but..." you sighed and looked at him with a sad smile

"I think it won't hurt to tell you. I trust you" you took his hand in yours and squeezed gently making Duke smile at you

"Before living in Wayne Manor, I lived with my mom and another man, his name was (F/N) (father's name) and he met my mother when she had found out that she was pregnant with me. They met by chance, my mother was a great scientist and he was a journalist and the day they met, he came to interview Bruce for a new project they were doing. He was lost in the big building of Wayne Enterprices and that's where he found mom. She kindly helped him and from what he once told me he was immediately smitten by her. They started dating and ended up falling in love but before that my mom found out that she was pregnant with me and it was clearly not (F/N)'s, but when she told him about her pregnancy and who I was child of, he didn't care and he was with her throughout her pregnancy. Mom quit Wayne Enterprises and moved in with my father. Then I was born and everything was perfect until... one day it wasn't anymore..." you started to tell him, but at the end of your story you had a more somber face

"I..." Duke wanted to talk but he didn't know what to say "And... what happened next?"

You hesitated to talk but he was Duke, he was YOUR brother, of course you could trust him

"Dad was covering an event in downtown Gotham when there was an explosion near the place. I remember it like it was yesterday" you smiled sadly "I was always excited to see him on television and that day was no exception. My mother and I were in the TV room, she was sitting on the couch while laughing at my excitement and I was sitting on the floor in front of the TV. And it was when he was announcing the capture of the Joker in a building when an explosion happened causing the signal to cut out. My mother immediately took me away from the TV and we both went to my room where she tried to calm me down, making sure he was okay but I knew she was scared too. Hours later I fell asleep but I woke up to my mom crying and that was when I knew dad hadn't made it. The funeral was the next day and even though she tried to look strong I knew she was just as bad or worse off than me. Months later, my mom started getting sick, I thought it was because of her low mood but she soon had to be admitted to the hospital. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer and had at most a few months left, in the meantime I stayed with a neighbor, she was an old lady but I saw her as a grandmother. She took me to see my mom every day and one of those days I heard them talking about my real father. Mom tried to convince my nanny to adopt me when she was gone but my nanny refused, she said I would live a better life with my biological father. Weeks later she died too and immediately child services contacted Bruce and well you know the rest"

You looked at Duke still with a small smile

"Does anyone else know all this?" Duke asked after a few seconds of silence

"Nope" you shook your head "Well, Alfred but in a very general way, just what child services told him when he picked me up from that place"

"And yes, I chose to study journalism because of my father. He inspired me a lot when I was little and to this day my dad and mom do it. So, have you finished that project you told me about the other day?"

"Let me walk you home" you said to Duke as you walked through the almost dark streets of Gotham

"Oh no, really! I don't want to cause you any trouble" Duke said a little embarrassed

"Of course not Duke!" you put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed him a little "You're my brother, I'm not going to leave you alone in these dangerous streets"

"I'm a vigilante" he reminded you

"And?" you hugged him

"You're always going to be my little brother"

"You're embarrassing me!" the boy exclaimed as he tried to separate himself from the hug although to be honest, he would never reject a hug from you

"Oh no, they just grow up and they don't even want a hug from their sibling anymore" you said dramatically making both of them laugh

"But seriously, I'll give you a ride to Wayne Manor" you said

"Do you have a car?!" He asked surprised

"No... but a motorcycle, I left it in a parking lot near here. Let's go."

They walked until they reached a parking lot where you had your motorcycle at the back. You handed him your helmet so he could put it on.

"What about you?" Duke asked when he noticed that you only had one helmet

"Don't worry, I'm more worried about you" you said as you got on your motorcycle, followed by him

"Ready?" you turned to look at him

"Ready!" he nodded

"Okay, hold on!" you said before starting the motorcycle

The more Jason looked through the box, the more he felt like he knew you. You liked taking pictures, that was a fact and on the last pages of the album you had some notes next to the photo, describing the situation of the photo.

"Jason?" a voice called from the door of the living room, it was Dick

Realizing that Jason hadn't heard him, the acrobat approached and touched his shoulder making Jason jump a little because he wasn't expecting it.

"What do you want, Dickhead?" he asked irritated

"I was..." Dick interrupted his words when he saw that his brother had several things around him

"What is that?" Jason turned to look at your things again, his expression less hard.

"They're (Name)'s"

"And who gave them to you?" Dick asked as he sat next to him

"Alfred"

"Alfred? Why would he have (Name)'s things?" Dick asked as he grabbed a small purple blanket

"It's some stuff that they probably threw away over time or forgot to take" Jason said as he looked back at the photo album Dick noticed Jason's gaze that was resting on the book and decided to take it but before he could do so Jason grabbed Dick's wrist preventing him from doing so which caused the older man to look at him strangely.

"Jason..?" His voice brought him back to reality.

"Yeah I'm sorry" he let go of his wrist

"It's a photo album. It's (Name)'s" Jason let Dick take the album and he started to flip through it in silence while Jason looked at other things in the box.

"Who is this man?" Dick asked referring to your father

"I have no idea" Jason admitted

"Maybe Babs can recognize him" he said to continue looking at the photos

"Wait... Do you have photos with them?!" Dick exclaimed in surprise

"Yeah..." Jason smiled proudly

"And why don't I have a picture with them?!" Dick said dramatically "I'm their older brother!"

"But I'm their favorite brother" Jason stressed

That couldn't be possible! Dick was EVERYONE'S favorite brother! How could Jason be YOURS?!

"You damn...!" Dick was going to throw himself at Jason if it wasn't for a presence behind them

"What the hell is going on?" asked Bruce who looked at them confused

"And who is all this from?"

"It's from (Name)" said his sons at the same time

"Have you found anything?" asked Jason to Bruce

"No" sighed Bruce as he sat on the couch

"The day of their departure they turned off the cameras for several hours and cleaned their room excellently well"

Jason sighed a little desperate.

"Well... We haven't found anything either but, Jason found this" Dick gave Bruce the album

"Maybe it won't help in finding them but maybe it will help... get to know them better" Dick spat out those last words as if he was ashamed of not knowing his brother/sister for 15 years Bruce started looking at the album like his two sons had done before

"And this man?" he asked when he saw your father of course he remembered your mother, she was very beautiful but equally intelligent.

Yes, it was a very serious loss in his company when she left but this man, he had already seen him before but... where?

"We don't know" Jason said

"I'm going to tell Tim, Stephanie and Barbara to identify him" Bruce said taking the photo of your first birthday. You looked so happy despite being only one year old and what a beautiful smile, it was just like your mother's but... he had never seen him up close

"And what are the others doing?" Jason asked, snapping him out of his thoughts

"Tim, Stephanie, and Barbara are in the Batcave looking through the cameras, and if they have social media, Damian and Cass are still in their room looking for a clue, although to be honest, I'm starting to doubt it," Bruce sighed again

"And Duke?" Jason asked

"Duke..?" Bruce's eyes suddenly opened as he remembered the newest member of the Wayne Family

"He didn't answer or see the messages I sent to the group either," Dick said as he checked his cell phone

"That's it! Duke!" Bruce exclaimed with a smile on his face, causing Dick and Jason to look at each other in confusion

"Okay...?”

“In the morning Duke had told me that he was going out with (Name) so he should know where they are" he explained to them

"Duke and (Name) get along?" Jason asked surprised and a little jealous

"That's right, Master Jason" said Alfred who was standing at the entrance of the room

"Young Master Duke and Master (Name) have maintained a friendly relationship since he arrived at the mansion" explained the older name

"Ha!" laughed Dick while patting him on the back "It seems that you are no longer his favorite"

That made Jason feel a pressure in his chest.

He had to be YOUR FAVORITE again

"Alfred could you give this to Tim, Steph and Barbara, please?" Bruce gave Alfred the photo of your first birthday "Have them identify the man in the picture"

"Of course, Master Bruce" nodded the butler and then left

"So what? Are we going to wait for Duke to arrive?" Jason asked a little gruffly, still angry

"I think we shouldn't wait for him to arrive, Master Jason," Alfred commented as he looked out the window

"Why do you say that?" Dick asked as the three men stood up

"Because he is already here.”

"Well bro, this is where I'm at" you said as you stood on your motorcycle in front of the large doors that gave access to the great Wayne mansion

"Are you sure you don't want to go in and say hello to Alfred?" Duke asked as he took off his helmet and gave it to you

"No thanks. I love Alfred but I wouldn't go in that place again for the life of me" you said as you covered the license plates of your motorcycle with your jacket now that Duke got off. You were a little paranoid like your father but could you be blamed? This place gave you the creeps.

"Okay then I think this is where we say goodbye" Duke said a little sad and you could notice it. You chuckled and hugged him without getting off your motorcycle.

"It's not a final goodbye, besides you have my number" you smiled at him

"I know, but the fact that you don't even live here now is very strange to me. I really miss you"

"And I miss you, little brother" you hugged him one last time

"Text me when you get home" he said once you put on your helmet

"Sure" you nodded as you started your bike

"See you later Duke! I love you"

"I love you too, (Name)" that was the last thing you said to each other before you left for your house

Duke sighed as he watched you leave, not looking back. He walked towards the entrance where the doors opened upon recognition and then walked a flight further until he reached the double doors of the large mansion.

Before he could knock on the door Alfred opened it and greeted him with his usual neutral tone of voice and a small smile which indicated to him that everything was going according to his plan.

"Good evening, young master" Alfred let him in

"Good evening Alfred"

"Master Bruce is waiting for you in the living room with young masters Dick and Jason" Alfred told him as Duke hung his jacket on the coat rack in the entrance

"And why are you looking for me?"

"To ask you about (Name)”

"You were looking for me Bruce?" asked Duke as he peeked through the door to the living room to see the three men sitting in the living room

"That's right Duke" nodded Bruce as he motioned for the younger man to sit

"Okay" he nodded as he took a seat next to Dick "What happened?"

"I need you to tell me everything you know about (Name)" Bruce told him

"And for what?" Duke acted confused

Bruce sighed. No matter how many times he repeated it, it always embarrassed him.

"I want to apologize to them"

"We ALL want to apologize to them" Dick corrected knowing that Bruce was not the only one to blame for this situation

"I have not been a good father to them, I didn't even try and now I see the consequences. My firstborn is away from this family because of me. I should have been more aware of them but I thought that since they weren't a vigilante, they would need less of my attention and now I see how wrong I was" he explained to Duke and then looked him in the eyes

"But you have been able to make a connection with them, and now I need all the information I can get from them so I can find them and tell them all that and more"

Duke sighed but inside he felt satisfaction seeing Bruce in that state, for all the harm he had caused his sibling.

A little punishment never hurt anyone, right?

But if he wanted you to come home then he had to help them, besides he still didn't know where you lived.

"Okay, but I don't have much information," Duke told him.

"We'll judge that," Jason said now, looking at him with a somewhat hard look.

Had he already discovered that he was now (Name)'s favorite?

That only filled him with more satisfaction.

"Okay," he nodded.

Before Bruce could say anything else, Tim arrived in the room, interrupting their conversation.

"Bruce, we've already identified the man."

They all went down to the Batcave and down there were Barbara and Stephanie talking and in the background, on the screen, they saw several pictures and information.

"What did you find?" asked Bruce as everyone approached the Batcomputer

"Well, the man in the picture with (Name) and their mother is (F/N) (L/N)" Barbara began to say "He studied journalism at Gotham University and he was married for 2 years to (M/N) (L/N) and gave his last name to (Name)"

"He died in an explosion caused by the Joker when (Name) was 4 years old, the same age they were when they came to the mansion" finished explaining Steph

Bruce already knew where he knew that man from. He had interviewed him several years ago. He was a very intelligent man and clever with words at that time which bothered him a little. From that interview onwards, the only one allowed to interview him was Clark or Lois, no one else could interview him.

But maybe if he had allowed (F/N) to keep interviewing him, maybe he would have known about his child's existence much sooner and maybe he wouldn't have made so many mistakes with you.

Just MAYBE…

"But isn't (Name) your child?" Dick asked Bruce confused

"Yes, they are" Duke said and everyone turned to look at him so he could continue talking

"They told me, today in fact. They told me about their life before the mansion. They told me that their mother met their father- I mean, (F/N) one day when he came to interview you Bruce" the young man turned to look at them

"And that in fact they're studying journalism like him because they were always inspired by what he did. They have a great memory" he said at the end with a tone of pride knowing that his brother/sister had many gifts even if they didn't realize it

"And how do you know all that?" Damian asked

"I spent the day with them today and they told me about it" Duke said as if it was no big deal

"You... You talk to them?" Tim asked as if he was trying to understand

"Yeah. They helped me a lot when I moved here" he explained

"You said he was studying journalism?" Bruce interrupted

"Yes" Duke nodded

"So if we don't know where he lives we can find out where he studies. Barbara, look up the records of Gotham University on all the journalism students" Bruce asked

"I'm already on it" Barbara nodded and then started typing on the batcomputer

"So... you two are close?" Tim asked Duke surprisingly

"I'd like to think so" Duke laughed a little nervously

"And what do you normally do with them?" With that question everyone started to pay attention even if they didn't look at him

"Well... It depends..." he said "Now that they don't live here anymore we go out to eat and to the arcade and even to the park. We mostly talk but before they left we spent a lot of time in the library, that place was their favorite of the whole mansion because it's more illuminated there. We used to read or they would tell me about some book and even gossip about their friends. From time to time, when you were busy they would train with me or we would also play video games. They are very good with technology and science"

"Did they train with you? Are they also vigilantes like us?" Damian asked for the first time curious about you

"No they are not vigilantes like us" that calmed Bruce down "But they are good at self-defense. They know how to fight"

"But how? I never taught them" Bruce asked

"They are your children Bruce, they are just as good at analysis and observation" then he walked to another monitor and looked for something on the computer. It was a video of both of you training.

In the video you had a sly smile that no one else besides Duke and Alfred had seen on you. While you were dressed in sportswear and some bandages on your knuckles. Duke was just like you, both looking defiant but not intimidating.

"Ready to lose?" Duke told you

"You wish" you smiled with a sly smile

Then you both started to fight, Duke being the first to throw the first blow which you managed to dodge. You both fought for a long time, neither of you giving up easily. After several minutes you both ended up on the ground tired and sweaty.

"Tie?" You suggested, stretching your fist out towards him

"Tie" he nodded, bumping his fist into yours

"You're getting better" you congratulated him

"It's not that bad" Duke said, a little embarrassed with the compliment you gave him

"Of course it is" you patted him on the back "You're getting better pretty fast, I know you'll be able to face Grayson and Todd soon, and maybe one day you'll even be able to match or be better than Bruce"

"Thanks, (Name)" Duke smiled at you

"Don't mention it" you smiled back and stood up

"Shall we take a break?" you offered him a hand to get him up

"Sure" Duke took your hand and stood up

And that was the end of the video Duke was showing them.

"Yeah, they're good training partners," Duke said with a smile.

"I found something," Barbara said, cutting off the tense moment.

Everyone focused on the screen Barbara was working on, looking at a picture of you on the screen and next to it your college information.

"(Name) (L/N), third semester journalism student at Gotham University," Barbara read.

"(L/N)?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah, apparently when they turned 18 they changed their last name," Barbara nodded.

He didn't know anything about you, but he was sure of one thing and that was that he had given you his last name.

You weren't a (L/N)

You were a WAYNE

But don't worry, that would soon be fixed.

"But that's not the important thing," Jason said. "Where do they live?"

"They live in an apartment complex near the university" Barbara said

"Send me the address alone" Bruce ordered

"Bruce! / Father! / B!" everyone started to complain but Bruce silenced them with a look

"Don't even start" he warned them "I'm more than sure that if any of you have this information, they will immediately go looking for you but, we must avoid howling at them because they will most likely be furious with all of us"

Everyone looked at the ground at his words, all of them feeling a little bad.

"So let's wait a bit to face them. Now, everyone goes to rest, it's been a tiring day"

Reluctantly, everyone went to rest while the only ones left downstairs were Bruce and Barbara.

"Don't give them the information. It's an order" Bruce told Barbara

"Understood" she nodded

"Okay, now go rest" he said so the girl could go rest too

Then he turned to look at the big screen where your picture was.

You looked so much like your mother and seeing it from that point of view, he was happy, he already had enough with having Damian, who was already very similar to him. He couldn't wait to meet you again after 15 years.

Well as they say, better late than never, right?

Helloooo!

How are you all? I hope everyone liked this chapter! I'll try to post more frecuently. Anyway if you liked this chapter I will invite you leave a heart, reblog or interact in any other way as leaving asks or comments as I would love to heart your opinions and any sugestiones you may have for the story or even theories.

Thank you for reading! See you in the next one!

PD: I have put everyone that has told me to add them in the TAG LIST so please check it out to see If I have make a mistake or something hahahaha.

-Izadi <3

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aeribbon · 12 days ago

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PASSPORT IS NEEDED PT1

include; little moments of you and your boyfriend in melbourne, shanghai, suzuka and sakhir stops on the '25 calendar - headcanons series

starring; lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, alex albon, max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri and isack hadjar

warnings; english isn't my first language + not proofread yet

an; taking requests if you guys ever have an idea :) + likes and reblog are appreciated ;)

navigation masterlist series masterlist request

MELBOURNE - AUSTRALIA

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis wanted to teach you how to surf so bad but you're terrified at the idea of the ocean wildlife in australia. after hours of him gently coaxing you into the water, you finally give it a try—and end up doing pretty well thanks to the best teacher you could ever ask for. you end the day lying on the beach, tangled up in towels and saltwater kisses, the sound of waves and his laughter still in your ears.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

carlos abruptly stops on your evening walk when he sees a street band playing some spanish tune. without hesitation, he starts dancing and grabs your hand, pulling you in. a little embarrassed, you giggle as he twirls you around—and then you notice a crowd forming around you. that night, he won't stop humming the rhythm of the song until he fells asleep, arms wrapped around you like he’s still dancing in his dreams.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex insists on visiting a koala center for your date on his free day. you're a bit nervous when he tells you to hold one for a picture... but when the koala starts climbing on your head you start to freak out and alex just films you, laughing hysterically. you threaten him on the spot. later that day, he posts that video of you not thinking much of it... until the next morning when he finds his toothbrush replaced with a eucalyptus branch and all his bathroom stuff swapped for koala-themed items. your koala karma have stroke.

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max takes you to an amusement park he spotted the day before on his way to the track. he acts like he’s not really into these kinds of dates, “amusement parks are for kids,” he says. but he’s willing to go for you. you quickly understand the real reason on your first rollercoaster: he’s lowkey terrified. to tease him, you suggest riding an even bigger one which he seems a bit reluctant at first but when you ask him if he's scared he runs to the rollercoaster ride saying he's scared of nothing. this ends up in max screaming and holding (or should you say crushing) your hand the entire ride.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles lights up when he sees there’s a piano in your hotel room. one evening, he sits down and, as you expect something sweet and romantic, he suddenly breaks into the rickroll meme. playing it perfectly while staring straight at you with the most smug expression. you threaten to throw a pillow at him. he just laughs and plays it again but burst out in laughs when you actually throw the pillow.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

lando planned a whole day-date for you, he took to beautiful places throughout the day, ends it at the best seafood restaurant he could find. you never stopped smiling during the day calling this day ''the best date ever''. what you don't realize is him vlogging the day, sure you saw him taking pictures of you but not videos. until late that day when he sends you a file named ''made my fav person happy today''.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

oscar is your own local tour guide.taking you to all his favorite hidden spots and old food truck haunts. “Just need to check if they’re still good,” he says like this is serious research. you both eventually crash into a food coma in the middle of a park and end up laying down under a tree for a little hour, your head on his chest. you both don’t say much, you don’t need to. it’s one of those quiet moments you know you’ll remember forever.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

you guys spend a whole day at the beach , constantly reminding Isack to put on sunscreen or he’ll regret it. he brushed you off as he is to busy playing in the water. fast forward to the hotel that night, you found yourself rubbing aloe vera on the sunburns on his nose and back. trying not to laugh. “i told you so,” you say sweetly. he glares. as you kiss his cheek anyway.

SHANGHAI - CHINA

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis insisted on scheduling you both a tai chi session with your hotel in a park surrounded by locals. he’s shockingly graceful and you, you're… doing your best. when you trip over your own foot mid-move, he catches you effortlessly and let out a small laugh at your clumsiness. later he takes you to a tea salon and whispers dumb jokes in your ear the entire time which made you spill your tea from laughing.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

carlos dragged you into the chaos of a night market. he’s got one mission: try every single street snack. you end up with sauce on your face and a boyfriend trying to haggle for matching panda hats. you say no but he buys them anyway in order to go full mode into tourists. he eventually falls asleep on your shoulder on the taxi ride back home.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex insisted on taking you to a calligraphy class in which you both suck. at one point during the activity, he looks at your paper and goes ''why does that character look like it’s crying?" you flick ink at him. he retaliates while bursting out of laugh. the instructor is horrified and tries to actually help you. later, he gives you a scroll he actually tried hard on, with your name written beautifully, and says, "don’t say I never give you nice handmade things".

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max decided that he wants to find some “rare” racing video game that was only released in asia years ago. you tagged along expecting to be a quick outing in shanghai. but instead he drags you through a maze of stalls stacked with wires, neon-lit keyboards. eventually, he finds a guy selling an old-school simulator and starts bargaining like it’s a hostage negotiation. after long minutes of negotiation max sees you're pretty annoyed at the time he's taking so quietly says ''help me get this game and you’re playing against me tonight.” you end up playing until 2an in the hotel. he lets you win once, just once.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles made you visit this tiny hidden museum under an apartment complex. you’re skeptical at first, but he’s got that “trust me, it’s cool” look in his eyes. inside, it’s walls and walls of vintage propaganda posters, loud colors, bold slogans, and intense history. he walks around quietly, reading every little plaque with way too much focus. you thought he’s being deep and thoughtful… until he turns to you, showing a poster of a very serious man pointing toward the horizon and whispers, “This is me telling you to stop buying overpriced matcha latte.”. you choke on air. now it’s a game: who can find the most dramatic poster and caption it with something ridiculous.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

you dared lando to eat the spiciest hotpot you could found in shanghai and he immediately accepted to do it not knowing the level of spices in china... two hours after dinner he's still agonizing from the spices and you feel a bit guilty, so you lead him through neon-lit streets and buy him boba. he gladly takes the boba from you but he's still pouting, annoyed with you for not telling him how spicy it would actually be.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

oscar found a quiet garden temple and brings you there “just for a peaceful moment.” you sit under cherry blossoms, enjoying the moment, sharing snacks and watching koi fishes swim lazily in a pond. you expect silence, maybe a deep convo. but he randomly turns to you and goes, “do you think koi fish believe in love?” you blink, surprised by his question. he grins, “cause i believe in us !”. you blush really hard and giggle of shyness.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack dragged you into a dumpling-making class. he thought it’d be romantic but instead, you started a war. you smears flour on his nose, he launches dough at your head. you throw a whole dumpling into his mouth to shut him up. he chokes and laughs simultaneously. you end up finishing the class all messed up but hey at least the dumplings were very good.

SUZUKA - JAPAN

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

it started with a midnight drive through the glowing streets of tokyo, just the two of you, neon lights blurring past, engine humming low, the city alive but quiet. lewis has a borrowed car, something fast and way too low to the ground. and that dangerous twinkle in his eye should have prepared you for what was coming. you end up somewhere on the edge of the city, empty backroads, slick pavement, and soft drizzle starting to fall. lewis grins, shifts gears, and then the tires scream against the asphalt. he drifts like he’s dancing with the car, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over to rest on your thigh like it’s second nature. Your heart’s in your throat, the skyline glowing behind you, your name a soft curse on his lips between every corner. when he finally stops, the air is electric. you’re breathless, laughing, completely spun out.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

you find yourselves on a rooftop somewhere in shibuya after midnight. you weren’t supposed to be there, it was a “quick detour” after dinner. you’re both tipsy off laughter, your pockets full of vending machine cans neither of you can read. carlos leans against the edge, city lights sparkling in his eyes, you crack open a drink that tastes like carbonated peaches and hand it to him without asking. he pretends to hate it, then finishes it. he tosses his jacket over your shoulders when you shiver, then acts like he’s freezing just so you’ll lean into him. you end up slow dancing to music only you two can hear, your laughter echoing off into the night. carlos doesn’t ask for a kiss cause he doesn't have to.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

after watching 'lost in translation' a few months ago with you, Alex sweared he wouldn't leave japan without doing karaoke. somehow, he convinces you to duet “PONPONPON.” he sings with way too much emotion and you can't stop laughing. he grabs your hand, bows deeply, and says, “we could be j-pop idols”. surprised at his comment you jokingly answers that he wouldn't survive a day in this industry.

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max insisted on visiting the suzuka track on his off-day “just to walk it.” you thought he was serious and probably needed it for his strategy plan. until he challenges you to a race on foot. halfway through, as he's loosing to you, max tackles you into the grass. he ends up flat on his back, you lying on top of him, both breathless with laughter.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles prepared on a day trip to nara to feed the sacred deer as soon as he heard about this activity. it started off peacefully, soft sunshine, cherry blossoms drifting, deer politely bowing for crackers. you're both enchanted, having a really good time. but then he buys too many crackers. you watch in horror and amusement as a growing herd starts following him. within minutes, he’s full-on sprinting across the park, dropping crackers like peace offerings while the deer chase him like he’s part of a wildlife documentary gone wrong.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

it's 2:11 am and you’re both still buzzing from the blowing night adrenaline and sugar high. you're really tired but lando insists in stopping one last time. he pulls you into a 7/11 with an evil grin. he's got a mission for both of you: choose one snack, one drink, and one cursed item to surprise each other with. you end up with a random melon soda, seaweed chips, and pokémon-themed eye masks. he comes back with a matcha latte, mystery onigiri, and a packet of fake mustaches. 2:47am you’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, face mask on, laughing your heads off. he tries to take a selfie but ends up accidentally opening the front-facing cam while mid-bite of his rice ball, it becomes your new lock screen 3:07 am, you're both passed out diagonally on the bed, snack wrappers around you.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

you've been asking oscar for days to go to a cat café. he reluctantly agrees and here he is, trying to act cool but one tiny kitten climbs on his hoodie and he melts instantly. he won’t admit it but you catch him whispering to the kitten. when you tease him about it, he panics and tries to deny it—until the kitten curls in his lap and he just sighs, “fine. i'm in love, with the cat tho not you." you fake a gasp and laughs at him.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack asked you to got to an arcade for your last day in japan. he's having a really good time as he silently obliterates you in every game. you demand a rematch everytime. he pretends to think, then says, “I’ll let you win one… if you kiss me.” you smirk, “make it two.” he laughs at that but then you beat him in mario kart. he claims sabotage as you brag loudly.

SAKHIR - BAHRAIN

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis booked a private jeep tour for just the two of you, he says it’s for the “vibes,” but he 100% wanted to do donuts in the sand. you're laughing, gripping the roll bar, wind and sand in your hair while he yells “hold on!” like you’re in an action movie. eventually, he parks at the top of a dune as the sun sets over the horizon offering you one of the best sunset you've both ever seen. you're silent, appreciating the moment and stars starting to appear. you thought the chaos was over, until he pulls out a bluetooth speaker and invites you to slow dancing in the middle of the dunes.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

you both get talked into sandboarding and it started off surprisingly well. carlos wipes out once and eats a full face of sand, and you coincidentally filmed it. he then steals your board in revenge as you have to sprint up a dune screaming threats. at some point, you both collapse in the sand, exhausted and sun-warmed, limbs tangled, laughing so hard you’re wheezing. he leans over you, hair full of sand, eyes golden in the light. "best fall of the day,” carlos grins, before kissing you with sand still stuck to his lip.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex wanted to go through the manama souks on a mission for “something weird" since he set foot into bahrain. he barters so dramatically for a brass lamp, convinced it’s magical, then pretends it’s haunted for the rest of the day. every time something minor goes wrong? “that’s the lamp’s fault.” he says. you decided to buy matching scarves and spices at the souk but your boyfriend decided he wasn't done and he bought a falcon figurine. that night, he sets it on the bedside table like it’s protecting you both. the next morning you find the figurine wearing your sunglasses. alex is dead asleep and pretending to snore. he definitely did it !

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max took you to a beach lounge with low cushions and string lights for your last night out in bahrain. he orders fancy and traditional food for you but he also order a shisha intrigued by it. he take multiple drags out of it then immediately coughs dramatically after trying the shisha. you nearly fall off your seat laughing. he tries again, acts like it’s fine, then accidentally inhales too hard and gets dizzy. you have to feed him water and stop him from declaring his love in panic because "he might be dying." later, when the air’s warm and the chaos has passed, you rests you head in his lap while the ocean waves roll infront of you. he whispers, "i meant the love part, by the way" like it’s no big deal. but he’s blushing and so are you.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles rented a dune buggy for the evening and immediately tries to drift over sand hills with you screaming beside him. after three "almost-flips" and one stuck tire, you finally get out and just sit on a dune, sweaty and laughing. "that was one of the craziest date i've ever been on" you say, he jokingly agrees and kisses you.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

lando convinced you to sneak up to the hotel’s rooftop pool after hours. you’re both whispering, giggling, trying to be quiet, until he cannonballs in without warning and splashes water everywhere. you threaten him and he dares you back. you started a splash war. at some point, he lifts you up on his shoulders, nearly slips, and you both go under laughing. you end up floating side by side in the water, the city glowing below you. he brushes water from your eyelashes, and for a second he’s not teasing, just soft as he lean in to kiss you.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

you persuaded oscar to go on a stargazing tour, even though he’s suspiciously silent the whole drive. turns out he was just insanely overwhelmed by how quiet the desert can be. you lay back on a blanket while he paces at first, arms crossed, looking at the stars like they’re threatening him. eventually, he lies down next to you. after a while, oscar softly points out a constellation. then another. you glance over, and he’s already looking at you like you’re the whole sky.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack bought way too much food from the hotel buffet for your bonfire date night. you end up on a quiet stretch of beach with a not-to-loud speaker and marshmallows he definitely doesn’t know how to roast. he tells you it’s your turn to “do something romantic,” so you draw a heart in the sand and he trips over it like five minutes later. He fake cries and calls it fate. in the end, the fire dies down and you sit there under the stars, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie. isack leans over and mumbles, “i hope we do dumb stuff like this forever.”

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a-pute11as · 2 months ago

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a 'galentines' date? - ingrid engen

word count - 3.2k | summary - how harmless can a 'galentines' date between two friends be??... until they a tipsy confession gets the better of the situation

MDNI 18 + - 18+ themes & soft smut

you had settled into the barcelona life pretty well, you’d been enjoying the good coffee, the multiple different sightseeing opportunities and the new love of football you had found whilst being at your new team. finding little parts of home in every player you met definitely made the transition easier, and it helped that the majority of your teammates spoke pretty good english too.

ingrid and frido volunteered their support when you first joined, living a few streets away from you, they offered to give you a tour of your new neighbourhood, the best shopping areas and hiking routes to take up your days off. the three of you had became somewhat of a trio.

yet your bond with ingrid had seemingly grown beyond that, suddenly trio dates turned into duo dates, frido conveniently cancelled with a new excuse anytime it was somewhat acceptable. her texts would play out very similar to: ‘it’s my brothers cousins birthday, so i’ve got to facetime them, sorry guys’ which confused you more than you’d like to admit but you went along with it anyways.

naturally you and ingrid drifted closer, movie nights at her apartment ended in the two of you suspiciously close for people considered to be ‘just friends’ or late night restaurants reservations where you’d put more time into your appearance than you’d ever done before.

deep down you knew you were developing feelings for her, you couldn’t help yourself when she smiled at you and her eyes lit up or the way her body would move as you watched her effortlessly move along the pitch with such a level of grace. but you couldn’t help but question if she felt the same way towards you.

you sat on the bench at the side of the training pitch, taking a few sips from your water as you caught your breath. you watched as ingrid made her way over to you, sweat glistening off her as her arm brushed across her forehead as she let a deep breath out before joining you on the bench with a smile. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching your other teammates finish their training drills, yet you couldn’t help as your eyes would drift in her direction in the most subtle way.

“have you got any plans for tonight?” ingrid asked, breaking the silence between the two of you. how could you forget? it was valentines day, the one day you were constantly reminded you had a pathetic love life and silently lusted after a girl who considered you as a good friend.

“nope” you shook your head dramatically before turning to face her, “what about you? is there a secret crush you’re getting with tonight?” you asked in return, wiggling your eyebrows, hoping the answer would be no.

ingrid’s face flushed red instantly as she choked slightly on the water she had been drinking, “oh no, absolutely not” she replied, laughing it off. silence fell back between the two of you before ingrid spoke up again. “well maybe you and i should go out for dinner tonight i mean, because you know frido has plans so we should do something?”.

“like a galentines date?” you asked, glad you wouldn’t be spending the night alone, but more glad you’d be spending more time with ingrid.

“galentines? what’s that” she questioned, her face scrunching up at the word which sounded ridiculous towards her.

“it’s like valentines but with your friends so it’s called galentines!” you explained with a shrug, trying to play down the excitement that was building in your stomach. somehow this was so different to your usual last minute restaurant outings.

“you’re such an idiot sometimes, did you really just make up a word for a friend date” she laughed, shaking her head.

“shut up, it's actually a real word!” you defended, rolling your eyes at her accusation, “sometimes i forget you’re older than me”

“by 2 years!” she justified, “anyways, i’ve already got a reservation so just make sure you dress pretty” she smiled, standing up and making her way towards the changing rooms as you quickly trailed behind.

having a post-training physio assessment meant you were leaving the training ground slightly later than expected, most of your teammates filled out, as ingrid made her way towards the door she made the point of stopping in front of you “i’ll pick you up at 7:30, don’t be late” she winked with a smile before turning and heading out of the changing room.

you smiled at her comment, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks at her wink.

“what are you guys doing tonight?” cata asked, unwrapping the tape from around her wrists.

“oh uh dinner tonight, like a friend date” you announced, looking up at cata who was now wearing a large smirk across her face, “why is your face like that?”.

“nothing nena, just a very romantic thing to do on valentines day” she shrugged, her cocky smirk still covering her face, “are you going back to hers after, for some chocolate covered strawberries or netflix and chill?” she laughed lightly.

you instantly picked up the closest thing to you, and threw it in the direction of cata, luckily it was only your partially sweaty sock, “shut up asshole, we are just friends”.

she automatically caught it, stupid goalkeeper hands, “mhmmm, but if you both magically confess your feelings tonight then you owe me”

your mind hadn’t even considered that, yes you’d been spending more and more time with ingrid, and yes some of that time had been somewhat cuddled up on a sofa together, and yes part of you was hoping some part of what cata said was true but she couldn’t be serious, ingrid didn’t see you that way.

soon enough you were running around your apartment trying to put the finishing touches to your outfit together, yet again you were putting in a lot of effort for a meal with a ‘friend’, the same kind of effort you’d usually use for a first date. opting for the outfit that was tight, yet comfortable, whilst showing off some skin but still leaving things for the imagination had you looking in the mirror at yourself with somewhat of a grin. maybe there was a reason you were going to all these lengths for a simple meal with ingrid.

there was a knock on your door as you gave yourself one last look over before walking to open the door to your guest. pulling the door open, far too eagerly, your eyes widened at the site in front of you. behind a beautiful bunch of flowers, you were greeted by a jaw dropping woman. she was dressed in a white button up shirt, a black fitted jacket and wide leg leather trousers that hung to her curves perfectly. you instinctively gulped as your eyes travelled her body like it was a map, taking in every single aspect of the norwegian goddess standing at your door.

it was like a switch had flicked inside you.

“you alright there?” she laughed slightly, tilting her head with a smile as she found herself delighted with your reaction, grateful for the outfit choice frido had helped with.

you snapped out of the deep gaze the view infront of you had you in, looking up as your cheeks had flushed a deep red from being unashamedly caught of eye-fucking the woman infront of you, “you look incredible” was all you managed to splutter out.

“du er søt” (you are cute) she stated, “can i come in?”. you quickly nodded, moving aside to let her in as you immediately shut the door before your eyes found her again, “i got you these”, she smiled, extending the flowers towards you in her arms.

“ingrid, these are beautiful, you really didn’t have to” you took the flowers into your arms as you closely inspected them, noticing they included your favourite flowers, remembering a conversation you had with ingrid only a few weeks ago where you had mentioned them. “i’m sorry i didn’t get you anything” you looked up at her guiltily, feeling slightly embarrassed at how unprepared you were.

“being able to take you out is a present enough for me, you look beautiful” she commented, copying your previous actions of letting her eyes wander your figure, you let the silence fill the room until she asked if you were ready to go.

“yes and i’m on time!” you smiled, pleased with yourself for finally being on time, “let me just put these in water” referencing the flowers.

she smiled at you softly as you were clearly happy with your attempt at time keeping, then making your way to your door to hold it open as the two of you left your apartment.

as the two of you arrived at the restaurant you quickly realized ingrid had booked one of the most exclusive restaurants in barcelona, one that you often had to pay a hefty deposit but also book months in advance.

“you have really outdone yourself” you looked around in amazement as you followed closely behind ingrid who was being walked through the restaurant by a man in an incredibly fancy suit.

arriving at the table, ingrid pulled out your seat allowing you to sit down before tucking it in slightly “you deserve it” she spoke softly, sitting down at the seat opposite you.

“huh?” you tilted your head, your face gaining a puzzled look at her answer.

“well you know because… you’re such a good friend” she said unconvincingly, pausing slightly in between her sentences.

you couldn’t quite figure out why her words stung a little. 'good friend'. over the past few months, you had grown so close with ingrid, hoping that some part of her felt the same way you did but maybe you were reading too much into things.

you shook off her words, trying to focus on the menu in front of you when you caught a glimpse of ingrid taking off her jacket, revealing the way her top few buttons were left undone. your eyes fixated on the small bit of cleavage that her shirt revealed, alongside the black lace bra you had caught a glimpse of. that was definitely going to be a distraction.

the next few hours were filled with incredible conversation, tasty wine and occasionally your eyes drifting downwards mid conversation. your food was long gone and the two of you were still sitting enjoying each other's presence.

to say the two of you were tipsy and giggly would be an understatement, you couldn’t help but smile at everything the norwegian said, or laugh at her attempts to tell you norwegian jokes that she refused to translate into a language you’d understand.

a comfortable silence fell between the two of you, something which had become a common occurrence, both of your cheeks slightly sore from the smile you’d been wearing on your face since ingrid asked you out to dinner at training.

“your lips are so pretty” you quickly said, your eyes soon widening and your cheeks turning red as you realised the tipsy side of you had grown very confident, “ignore that, i’m sorry that was stupid”.

you just watched as a smile appeared on ingrid's face in response, her hand coming up to as her chin rested on it, her eyes switching from a sweet and appearingly innocent ingrid to a more seductive version of herself. she leaned forward ever so slightly causing your breath to hitch as you were reminded of the slight show of skin that had been driving you crazy all night.

“are you flirting with me?” she questioned, her tongue flicking over her lip before she cocked her head to the side with a seductive grin.

“w-what no!” you were taken aback by the directness of her words, “it’s not like i’ve fantasized about you or anything, we are just friends”, at this point you were lying straight through your teeth. of course you had fantasized about her, you had been constantly doing it throughout the meal.

“you literally just said i had nice lips, who says that to a friend?” she disputed, her grin turning into a smirk as she reminded you of her words, she waited for your response for a few seconds but every time you opened your mouth, words failed to come out.

“don’t lie to me elskling, i see how you look at me, or how you purposefully move closer when we are sat next to eat other” as she spoke you felt your cheeks heating up further as your brain tried to think of an excuse for everything she listed, “you’ve literally been staring at my tits since i look my jacket off, you think i don’t notice?”.

“i-i uh um okay so? maybe i do have a few feelings for you and yes maybe i do all those things and maybe i have dreamt about kissing you but is that weird? probably yes but don’t all people have those thoughts about their friends? probably not but-” ingrid quickly cut off your rambling.

“if you don’t make a move, i happily will” she said abruptly.

“what? are you joking with me” you were taken aback by her statement.

“i wouldn’t joke about this, you heard what i said” her face was now fully serious, it was still soft and calm, but you could tell she wasn’t joking.

“okay, i—” you cut yourself off. there was no need to overthink this anymore, it was really happening. ingrid had given you an opening, and there was no turning back now, you gave her a small but confirming nod signalling your intention.

she leaned over the table, her hand finding your jaw as her thumb brushed across your cheek gently. your eyes closed at the touch, instantly relaxing into her as your previous dishelived state disappeared. you felt her presence get closer as her lips ghosted yours, feeling so far yet only being a whisper away. a wave of courage overtook you as you leant forward, closing what was left of the innocent space between the two of you.

it wasn’t intense, messy or rushed, it was soft, controlled and tentative. you felt yourself unravel against her lips as you further relaxed into her touch. your lips moved in sync as the kiss deepened ever so slightly, your hand reaching up to reach the back of her neck, pulling her into you ever so slightly. it felt like hours, being completely shut off to the world around you as your lips connected with the girl across from you yet it was only seconds before the both of you pulled away, fully aware of the public space that surrounded you.

when the kiss finally ended, you both pulled back, slightly breathless but eyes still locked.

ingrid let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head slightly “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?” her thumb caressing just under your bottom lip as some of her lipstick had transferred to you, before settling back into her seat.

you couldn’t stop smiling, a mix of relief and happiness spreading through you “no, it wasn’t.”

“you could’ve just told me you have a massive crush on me” ingrid smirked.

“the same goes for you, engen” you spoke, crossing your arms with a certain ounce of attitude you were yet to show ingrid, causing her to raise her eyebrows slightly at your newfound confidence, the wine still very much in your system.

“maybe we can go back to yours?” she questioned, her intention clear on her face.

a grin appeared on your face, matching the energy of her seductive smirk, “i think we can make that work”.

with that she stood up and held her hand out to you, pulling you out of your chair and subsequently out of the restaurant and back to her car. the drive consisted of a very touchy ingrid, her hand rested on your thigh, moving up and down as she traced patterns whilst she drove. every red light had her leaning over for her lips to meet yours, savouring every kiss until the car was required to move again.

unfortunately for the two of you, as you stepped into the elevator, so did one of your neighbors, meaning both of you had to do your best to control yourself in the public setting. ingrid’s hand rested on your back as the usually short elevator ride felt like it was taking years, your breath hitched as you felt her hand wander downwards, resting on the curve of your ass.

you said a polite goodnight to your neighbour, with an innocent smile, as the two of you rushed down the hall to your apartment. fiddling with your keys it felt near impossible to find the right key to unlock your door, especially with the added pressure of ingrid pressing up against the back of you. you whined, full of general and sexual frustration.

ingrid reached to your hands, grabbing the keys off of you and quickly unlocking the door, before grabbing your hand and pulling you into your apartment. within seconds your back was against the door as ingrid looked down towards you, her eyes hungry with pure desire.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this” she muttered, her lips finding their way back to yours as her hands gripped at your waist, allowing your hands to wrap around the back of her neck.

you’d be lying if you said there was a fight for dominance, because there wasn’t, ingrid immediately took control, her tongue slipping into your mouth shortly being followed by her knee finding comfort between your thighs. as if it was second nature she guided your hips, painfully slow, back and forth across her leg as you felt the throbbing between your legs only grow.

ingrid’s lips broke away from yours, one of her hands now coming up to your jaw as she tilted your head upwards allowing her more space to litter marks across your neck. you didn’t even try to hold back the sounds that were escaping your mouth, pure bliss in the form of moans, whines and asking ingrid for more.

“i’ve barely started and you’re already so needy” she whispered into your ear, only pushing you further to that point of breaking underneath her to the point where you could only reply with a simple ‘please’.

clearly happy with your please, she broke apart from your neck, taking your hand and leading you into your bedroom, an erotic grin plastered to her face as she pushed you onto the bed. you were in for a long night.

waking up to someone’s arms around you was unusual, but waking up to ingrid’s arms around you felt like home. her arm lay across your stomach as her head buried into the crook of your neck as her hair sprawled across the pillow the two of you shared. the sun creeped through the window, highlighting every perfect aspect of her face, her freckles glowed like small flecks of gold as the different shades of brown in her hair became more prominent. perfection.

you reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she moved ever so slightly, pressing her body closer to yours.

how did it take a stupid ‘galetines’ date for you to finally get to this point.

a/n - i tried proof reading but if i missed anything please let me know, spelling and grammar isn't my strong suit xo

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 days ago

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Blue Velvet

A/N: A continuation to Satin Pillows to Cry On. Tell me, who are you rooting for? are either of these yans worth reader's time? Based on Bobby Vinton's 'Blue Velvet'.

Synopsis: Waiting miserably on your anniversary, you find a familiar face in the most unlikely of places, a man who seems to be hiding something unpleasant.

CW: Yandere behaviors, deception, breaking and entering

A date night can’t really be considered a ‘date’ if only one person shows up. What’s more, a date in an unfamiliar place, with staff who barely spoke a word of English that only your husband could decipher in his years of linguistic studies, was not welcoming. You did everything he asked, adorning the pretty dewdrop jewels he deftly laid in your hands on the beach that morning, a gentle order for you to wear them that night in honor of your two-month anniversary.

Despite their shining luminescence capturing the eyes of patrons and wait staff alike, you sat alone. Your husband is nowhere to be found.

It was embarrassing to fling your head around every few seconds, wondering if the heavy thumps of fine leather shoes against the smoothened floor was he. It never was.

Instead of what you prayed to find, you encountered the gaze of a face you knew all too well. One that lingered as you had said final goodbyes, that had once kissed your name softly to your jaw, that ended screaming it in rage.

“You…” You couldn’t finish, seeing him in the fine, ironed white button up, a waiter’s vest of black complimenting his newly sunkissed skin. It seemed his time working on the island had gotten to him.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He grinned, a little too excited to see you from how painfully you recall your last interaction. Your breaking of his heart, which now seemed to be a faint memory from the way he nonchalantly strode over.

Picking up your hand, his gaze avoided the large diamond on your finger to lay a gentle, but firm, kiss to your knuckles. The manager of the establishment had done the same when you first arrived, all modest and humble. Just as it had done then, your ex-boyfriend’s kiss left you taken aback.

“So you’re officially one of the married’s now, huh?” His gentle, breezy american accent almost made you feel safe in the room of strangers.

“Uh...I guess you could say that; But you-- what are you doing here?”

Your ex looked around, almost clueless.

“Working.”

“No, I-- you know what I mean, what are you doing HERE, on a random tiny island of all places? Did you… know I was going to be here?”

A part of you tightens up, his funny look not doing much to ease your tension.. He was never one to let things go easily; would he really… go this far?

“I wish I was out here just to see you, would’ve been a hell lot more fun. But no, I came for a change of scenery.” He looked around the rainforest-themed restaurant with odd, fresh wonder. “I sold our old apartment, got a dog, and moved here. I might not know a lick of what they’re saying, but it’s… different. It’s helped me.”

The sting of his words almost flies by you, but they cut deeper the longer his nostalgic gaze lingers. It’s helped him escape from you, from what you did.

“That’s really great.” You give him your best smile, ignoring how he still held your hand and kneeled next to your table. “You deserve good things.”

At that, he couldn’t help but give you a real smile; good things he did deserve, and in due time he would have them sitting in the palm of his hand.

“So what’re you doing out here all alone? Where’s mister moneybags?” He moves to sit where your husband should be, stealing a piece of bread from the table basket that tasted more like bitter peppercorns.

“He’s just finishing up some work. Said he’ll be here any minute, which is great because I’m starving.”

Your smile twitches a little, the back of your mind wondering if those words are unknowingly true, if he’ll see you with another man; or worse, he’ll leave you here for the rest of the night.

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know. I’m sure this isn’t the first time he’s left you all alone like this.”

Your ex boyfriend takes a sip from the undrunken glass of water across from you in his hand, his knuckles wrapped in flesh-colored gauze.

“It’s that easy to tell, huh.” The sting of shame pulses behind your eyelids. “How embarrassing, and you of all people-- to see me like this.” You bite your lip to stop a cracked sob from escaping. “Do you feel satisfied? You should, you deserve it. After.. Everything.”

“Satisfied?” He scoffed. “I’ll be satisfied when you aren’t miserable-- I don’t get any satisfaction from your suffering.”

Okay, maybe he did a little bit. But only because he got to be the one to comfort you, to see the way your so-called ‘husband’ put you on the backburner, again.

The candlelight hued small tears tugging at the corners of your eyes, no longer a painful urge to hold them back as they rested there, waiting to fall. Through the blur, you could see a small handkerchief tucked away in your ex-boyfriend’s shirt pocket. A soft, gentle blue, unoffending with the semi-formality of his clothes, almost unnoticeable if it weren’t for your keen eye.

“Where’d you get that?” Moving, you pluck it from his coat pocket, the small square wrinkled between your heavy fingers. “This is--”

“Hey!” He shouted, almost accusatory as it was snatched back. He grabbed it before you could find the initials you searched for.

The moment it was back in his hand, his agitated frown shifted back to a more nervous smile. “When’d you learn to take things that didn’t belong to you? The wealth get to your head?”

He scoffed playfully, shoving the handkerchief into his back pocket.

“No I-- it’s just that he, has one just like that.” Everytime you mentioned your husband, it felt like you were stabbing the man in front of you all over again.

Another suited businessman walked past the hosts stand, catching your attention until-- no, he was far too aged to be your husband.

“Yeah well, the manager gives em out to all the waiters to wear. It’s a high-end place, you know.”

His fingers twitched with each statement that tried to sound casual, only to come out closer to a squeaky fib with the intonation of his voice.

Nevermind the similarity to your husband’s handkerchief, your ex’s behavior was erratic; suspicious in the way he looked at every other server who walked past him, almost hiding himself against the table with one arm propped up.

“Speaking of which… What's your boss's name again? He told me when I walked in, but I forgot.” You pull at the bread on your plate a bit with a fork, looking at it unassumingly.

Your ex-boyfriend went quiet, suddenly just as interested in the door as you were.

His eyes were rigid, swallowing as he seemed caught between something. Perhaps your hunch was towards the right direction.

“Better yet, what’s this restaurant's name? I’m sure you know, right?” You looked up at him, a part of you hoping maybe you were wrong; but your intuition knew best.

You should have known it was all a hoax, it was too convenient. While dating, he admitted to having stalked your social media and workplace for weeks before asking you out; It sounded cute when he first told you-- a man lovesick and desperate for your attention. Now, you looked back on it with apprehension. What’s to say he’s still not over you?

The thought wasn’t pure vanity in yourself; he had a history, one you were well aware of.

“What’re you trying to say?” His wrapped hand gripped at the tablecloth, squinting at you with a matched suspicion. “You think I’m lying?”

Your eyes flashed down to his grip, a spot of red clinging between his knuckles and down the bandage. Before you could ask what had happened, for him to try and cover it up with a “kitchen accident”, the familiar sharp steps of your husband came to a halt.

Your ex was in the process of standing up, looking instantaneously as you did to the imposing figure beside him.

“Excuse me. I think that’s my seat.” Your husband interrupted, fixing one of his suit’s cuffs; he dressed on brand for the restaurant--formal and clean-cut--- but even you could tell he had just gotten back from his office, having no time to change.

“Yeah. Was just leaving.” Your ex murmurs, hesitantly pulling away from you. He keeps his head low, watching you with a piercing gaze of furious anguish.

Your husband finds ease in sliding to his chair, looking slightly out of sorts as the tired circles under his eyes seem to have increased since you last saw him.

“I’m sorry I’m so late,” He searches for your hand eagerly to pull it towards him; he was warm, invitingly so. “My darling.”

He smiles, and a part of it is genuine-- but a corner of his lips pulls tight.

“Have you been crying?” He asks, almost attempting to bring his thumb to your eyelashes.

“Oh, no,” You wipe them before he can reach, careful not to smudge or pull anything out of place. “It’s the candles, burns my eyes a little bit.”

You’re not very convincing, but thankfully he doesn’t press for answers despite the skeptical look on his face. Quickly, he became preoccupied with settling himself in and soaking in your glow.

“I really am just… I’m so sorry I left you here waiting. First it was drunken clients, and then the villa being broken into, and--”

“Wait, go back, what?”

He squeezes your hand harder, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose as the tell-tale sign of an oncoming headache grows.

“I got a call about a half hour ago about someone shattering the sliding glass door in our bedroom; left a mess everywhere. Things were thrown all around the house but apparently very little was stolen. They hadn’t even bothered to touch the closet safe.”

Your husband could very clearly see the bewildered look of fear pulling you apart in threads, your jaw dropped as you imagined the scene in your head.

“But, please let’s not think about that right now. Security is taking care of it as we speak, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Someone managed to break in, and you’re telling me there’s nothing to worry about?”

Despite the harshness of your words, your tone is despondent. This was the last thing you needed, especially on a trip that was supposed to be some sort of a vacation.

Your husband sighed. He pulled your fingers to his lips, kissing them as he closed his eyes. There was always something trying to pull you apart from him.

His silence was telling; he knows. And yet, he says little to fix it, merely trying to soothe himself with the warmth of your palm and the softness of your skin.

Even with your server coming out with the first course of your dinner, breaking the solemn conversation, you barely looked at your food. Your eyes kept drawing back to your husband’s empty coat pocket, free from the blue velvet handkerchief he was supposed to wear tonight.

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justivik · 1 year ago

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; yandere! italian boyfriend x fem! reader

english isn't my first language

You have been in a relationship with Matthew for 7 months. You have lived very nice moments like going out to fancy restaurants or cooking together on a Saturday night, no doubt you felt very lucky to have him by your side but there was something that caught your attention about him.

His pathological jealousy.

He would tell you that he trusted you but not others, it seemed like all day long he was suspicious of all the men and even women who surrounded you and maintained a friendship with you. It seems like an endless loop when you two fight, it was always suspicions on his part against you. The two of you would fight, make up and end up getting intimate. Almost like that Katy Perry song; you loved your boyfriend and you were determined to put an end to that intense jealousy so you could have a stable relationship…. Or that was your idea. You two went back to the same fight with the same theme, his distorted suspicions showing with every word and look he directed at you.

“Understand me, coure mio. I feel that your new coworker is trying to flirt with you, I've seen how he looks at you and how he tries to have some friction with you and that makes me feel…. disgustato!” He shouted whispering the last word so as not to attract the attention of the next door neighbors, with his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw tighter.

“He has no other intentions, Matt. He's already engaged to his partner and he was just being nice.”

“Being nice, being nice! You're lying! He was looking at you with other intentions and his touches were not friendly. No touch from a man who is not me is friendly.” He said.

You watched as he brought his left hand to his face with an annoyed sigh, his eyelashes pointing downward as his lips traced inaudible whispers. You stood in silence as Matt tried to calm his fit of jealousy, his hands clenched and his jaw went back to the same tense state. He sat down on the couch closer and looked at you, his sweet eyes were now darkly bitter, he opened his lips to say something again.

“Ti amo, e ho bisogno che tu mi capisca that he is not a good man, stay away from him and don't talk to him anymore. He is not a good influence and look at the problems he is bringing.”

You love it when he speaks Italian and he knows the power of saying sweet words to you in his native language. He knew how to manipulate you quickly and easily, making you nervous and blushing but this time you weren't going to let him, you were tired of the same arguments.

”He's not guilty of anything, Matt. Work on your fucking jealousy before we break up this relationship and we're more broken than anything.” You looked into his eyes and how they turned from angry to scared of losing you.

Desperate babbling was coming out of his mouth, head tilted from side to side in a no.

“If you leave me, I'd die! Don't think stupid things, coure mio.” He kept flattering you with words as soft as a rose but painful as its thorns.

“Stay with me, please. I love you, not anyone else. You!”

You felt Matthew's arms around your waist, his face on your stomach and his tears staining your shirt. You sighed deeply and then stroked his messy hair and promised him that you would never leave his side. This time your fight ended in something more than fucking…It all happened so fast, but you were glad your fight didn't last more than an hour. You would have to do a lot of work with your boyfriend on his jealousy and insecurities.

“I'll never leave you, honey”

My first post & open request!!!

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alliumms · 6 months ago

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I'm translating the entire TGCF audio drama!! (Masterlist)

🌸 Hello everyone! ~ ♡

I'm pretty new to the community but completely fell into the TGCF hole. This is gonna be a pretty big ongoing project for me: 1) To share the wonderful work and story that is TGCF 2) To improve my Chinese along the way, so my TLs will have Chinese subs, as well as English 3) Contribute a lil something to the community 🦋

This list will be updated !! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist

Links !

You don't need POP for now and I'll see how that goes. But please buy the drama if you enjoy it (´。• ◡ •。`) ♡

Please keep in mind that the AD is based on the Revised edition, not the Original!!!

music/production related | mini theatres/extras | new uploads!

Season One

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[MT] New Year's Eve: Once Upon a Restaurant: youtube | mega [EX] New Year's Day: Posting Rhyming Couplets: youtube | mega [EX] Second Day: Meeting Relatives: youtube | mega [EX] Third Day: Gu Zi's Birthday: youtube | mega [EX] Fourth Day: Kitchen God Festival: youtube | mega [EX] Fifth Day: Receiving Wealth: youtube | mega [EX] Sixth Day: Send Away Bad Luck: youtube | mega [EX] Seventh Day: Seven Treasure Soup: youtube | mega [MT] Fifteenth Day: Festive Lanterns: youtube | mega S3 Teaser Trailer: youtube S3 Official Trailer: youtube S3E01: youtube | mega new!

Donghua

New OP Theme "Lian Cheng Ci": youtube Short Film 1: youtube

I've worked quite hard on this so plsplspls DO NOT steal my work !!!! It's a solo ship for now so I'd appreciate any feedback that I can get ✨ When in doubt, I referenced the translation from the official TGCF novels from Seven Seas.

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The audio drama team worked really hard on this, they deserve all the support they can get, so we can also have S3! Please buy the AD on MissEvan if you can, it’s really cheap. I've linked below some resources that are helpful and easy to get started ☆

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softomboy · 9 months ago

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Jotaro/Kakyoin/Polnareff X Autistic Reader ★HEADCANONS★

How would the Crusaders treat you regarding your special traits?

. ݁₊ ⊹ G/N Reader ݁₊ ⊹ .SFW. ݁₊ ⊹

Themes: Inappropriate use of stands, Touch sensitivity, Noise sensitivity, Food "pickiness", Photosensitivity, Sense of humor, Overstimulation, Burnout.

★ IMPORTANT NOTE :

As my fellow autistic people might know, we all have different traits. I'll base these HCS based off my general experience. Also, english is my 2nd language so sorry beforehand for weird expressions, if there's any. Enjoy! <3

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Jean Pierre Polnareff

❥ I really think he would be the most understanding (alongside Avdol) and supportive, that's why I'm putting him first

❥ When you two gained a little confidence after meeting eachother, he made sudden physical contact without announcing himself (slapping your back or firmly holding your shoulder out of the blue), which he didn't know would greatly startle you, even if you didn't show it.

❥ Since you explained it to him, he became THE GENTLEST. He tries to be in front of you or at your side whenever he's about to make physical contact, in order for you to anticipate and mentally permit the action.

❥ He caresses your shoulder and back, surrounds you with his arm, occasionally hugs you.

❥ You know the crusaders are trustworthy, and great guys. So you don't feel hesitant to make physical contact with them at all, which is very valuable.

❥ He's the most touchy with you because you two get along very well.

❥ His generally cheerful attitude helps your anxious one.

❥ Not to mention that his simple humor and his goofyness are absolute gold

❥ He makes you laugh a lot with the stupidest puns, and the others can see him inflating his chest with pride from making you feel happy.

❥ Whenever you don't understand a joke, one of the crusaders will always explain it to you. But when Polnareff doesn't understand it as well, you become the clueless duo™️

❥ When you're going to eat at a hotel buffet, restaurant... He always remembers what your go-to foods are, and points them out for you.

❥ "Look, y/n-chan! They have (food) here!"

❥ If you're overstimulated, he'll give you space and tell the others to keep as quiet as possible and not disturb you. He'll literally be your guard knight for the day and remember you he'll help in any way he can.

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Kakyoin Noriaki

✦ He hasn't talked with you about the 'tism a lot, because he thinks it must be a tedious enough thing to live with and doesn't wanna pressure you into informing him about all the details.

✦ However, he'll listen attentively and try to remember everything you point out about yourself. Kakyoin cares, and shows it trough his actions.

✦ He likes to gift you emeralds he creates with Hierophant Green, because fidgeting and watching the light refract in them keeps you entertained and helps a lot with stress.

✦ Whenever he notices you peacefully playing with an emerald, he smiles to himself.

✦ Especially when you're watching the sunlight bounce inside the green gem, which is beautiful. And the emerald's pretty as well.

✦ Regardless if you're good at painting or not, he'll encourage you to paint with him in order to decompress.

✦ Mostly abstract or kindergarten level paintings, nothing serious in order to set your intuition and senses free.

✦ When you forget to put on your sunglasses while it's really bright outside, he knows you'll get gradually overstimulated and pissed off.

✦ So he remembers you to put them on, or offers you his own.

✦ Always tries to get you to eat pieces of fruit when they're available.

✦ If you like fruit he'll pick up your favorites, and if not he'll try to pick the most appetizing looking ones and convince you to try them.

✦ "These dates are amazing, they almost taste like brown sugar. Want to try one?"

✦ He'll not force you to try the ones you have tried and don't like, though.

✦ He has helped you on some occasions to regulate sensorially, simply by tying a straightjacket around you with his stand. The pressure feels like a tight hug, and it is strangely soothing, calming you down completely in a matter of minutes. You're both weirdly into it.

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Jotaro Kujo

★ There's AT LEAST one thing you have in common: You don't like small talk. So being able to sit in comfortable silence with him turns out to be a nice break for both.

★ For that reason, he always listens to you, because he knows you won't talk just for the sake of it. If you bring up something, it's most likely worthy of his attention.

★ His cold behavior makes it seem as if he doesn't care about your sensitivities. However, Star Platinum shows otherwise.

★ As much as an obedient Stand he is, he's always ready to appear against Jotaro's command in order to interact with you.

★ Star has appeared in some occasions to cover your ears with his enormous hands when you're overwhelmed by all the noise in a crowded place.

★ "Give me a break..."

Jotaro whispers, walking by your side while his stand is floating above you. He is concentrating on shielding your ears from the hubbub of the place. Jotaro lets out a sigh with his mouth closed, remotely feeling the soft texture of your hair trough his stand's hands.

★ Star also brings you little gifts. Catches bugs for you to see, picks cool rocks, steals little trinkets to give you. Everything just to make you smile, which warms him to his core.

★ As much as Jotaro acts pissed about his stand manifesting w/o permission, he is actually glad that at least his Stand is able to do things for you he's too embarrassed to do himself.

★ And don't ever bring this up: you've catched him smirking once or twice at his stand's actions. Specifically when he makes you smile.

★"Eat your damn food and drink your goddamn water. If not, don't be complaining about being hungry later, because I'm not letting Star bring you snacks".

★ (Like he can do something to stop him. Seriously SP is out of control ☠️)

★ At some point, you mentioned in front of him that having a bit of weight on top of you normally helps you sleep better. Next thing you know, Star Platinum's snuggling next to you in bed whenever you're struggling to fall asleep.

★ He hugs you with one of his arms and the slight pressure of its weight makes you feel secure. (He's the cutest thing ever I seriously cannot)

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I was initially planning to include Avdol and Joseph in this, but I was too lazy to keep writing ☠️😭 I am truly sorry for my sins against Avdol and Joseph fans

Maybe if I get requests for them I'll make another post for them both ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) idk

Please like & repost if you like this ndv crap 😳❤️

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violettwritess · 18 days ago

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Enough for you c.s

Summary: She did everything to be enough for him. But no matter how hard she tried, Chris never noticed. Now, Y/n has to decide if she keeps chasing the love she’ll never get, or finally choose herself.

Wc: 1k

Warnings: toxic relationship, body shaming, insecurity themes, verbal abuse, I think that’s it.

English is not my first language

Y/n just finished getting ready to go out with Chris, she thought she looked cute, she took her time to make everything look perfect for him, to see if he would acknowledge her.

There’s a knock on the door and she quickly went downstairs, grabbing her purse and checking herself one last time on the mirror, then she opened the door to an uninterested Chris.

“Hey, babe”

She didn’t know what she expected when Chris simply nodded in acknowledgment, she tried so hard for hours to look good, good for him, but it simply wasn’t enough, Chris just turned around and walked to the car, getting in the drivers seat, not even opening her door, not that it wasn’t normal, he never did, but she always expected something different.

When they arrived to the restaurant, it was the same, he just got out of the car not even waiting for her, she had to hurry to catch up so he wouldn’t leave her behind, and when they went to their table, he didn’t care for her seat, as before, it wasn’t unusual, but it stung even more this time.

Once the waiter came for their orders, Chris just stated what he wanted, and went on her phone.

“I’ll have the fish and chips” she says kindly to the waiter

“No, that’s too much grease and calories that you don’t need, she’ll have a salad”

The waiter looked at her, his gaze seemed confused and maybe a bit worried, but y/n just nodded and the waiter just wrote it down and left not before he informed them their food would be there shortly.

“You didn’t have to be rude, you know?”

“Whatever, just, don’t make a scene right now”

Chris stayed in his phone while they waited for the food to arrive, she just looked around the restaurant at all the pretty women there, effortlessly beautiful and confident, she started to feel more and more self conscious of herself, maybe if she was like them, Chris would like her more, but no, she was never enough for him.

Once the food arrived, they ate in silence, but y/n couldn’t help but steal glances at Chris, silently waiting for him to say something, to acknowledge her, but they finished their food, he paid, and without saying a word, he left the restaurant, her following him like a lost dog.

In the car, it was still silent, it was like that for most of the ride, she wanted to say something, but she was too scared, until the words just spilled from her mouth before she could stop them.

“Am I even enough for you?”

Chris tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the question caught him off guard, and she could see how his jaw clenched.

“Don’t start with that nonsense y/n, why are you always like this?, can’t we just have a nice evening for once?”

She looked down at her hands on her lap, clenching slightly on the edge of her dress.

“It wasn’t nice, Chris, you didn’t even spare me a single glance all dinner, I put all my effort in looking good for you but I just never seem to be enough, and I hate it, I hate feeling like this”

“You’re just too hard to satisfy, always so needy, just take what I give you and stop complaining”

She felt the tears starting to form in her eyes, but she couldn’t cry, not in front of him at least.

“That’s not true, I just wanted you to notice me, Chris, is that really too much to ask?”

He didn’t say anything for a while, which made more difficult the task of not crying. He didn’t care, not even a little.

“I know I don’t look like all the girls you’ve dated before” she whispered, her voice almost inaudible “God, Chris, you just couldn’t care less”

“Maybe you’re just not enough for me, you’re just stupid, emotional and obsessive, do you think guys like that? No y/n get over yourself and grow the fuck up”

Just as he finished those words, the car pulled up to her house. Her eyes burned with tears she refused to let fall. She swallowed hard, keeping her face neutral even as her chest ached.

“Okay,” she muttered, barely audible, and opened the door.

She didn’t wait for him to say anything else. She stepped out, walked up the path to her front door, and didn’t look back.

Inside, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it, finally letting the tears fall. Quiet. Controlled. Like if she cried small enough, it wouldn’t feel so big.

She’d done everything, wore the outfits she thought he liked, watched his favorite movies even when she hated them, memorized his favorite band, his dumb quotes from books he never finished. She tried to be everything but at the end, her effort meant nothing.

Maybe she wasn’t as pretty, or exciting, or cool. But she loved him. God, she loved him.

A few minutes later she heard a knock on her door, she ignored it, maybe it was product of her imagination, but then she heard a voice, his voice, and she tried to compose herself before opening the door.

“I’m sorry y/n, I know I messed up, I wouldn’t have said that, it was wrong”

“Don’t tell me your sorry, Chris, feel sorry for yourself, for being such a shitty boyfriend, you only show up when you know you’ve gone too far, I’m tired of this Chris, I want to be enough, I want to be loved like I love, but you can’t give me that, and I can’t deal with it anymore”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall, she couldn’t stop it, she tried but she couldn’t.

“So you’re breaking up with me?” He scoffed. “You know no other man would ever want you right? You’ll never be enough y/n”

“You should be ashamed of yourself, someday I’ll find someone, and they’ll think I’m exiting, and you’ll be the one who’s crying and alone, because you don’t have a heart, Chris, and girls don’t like that”

That’s the last thing she said before she slammed the door shut in his face, she loved him, so much it hurts, but what hurt more was loosing herself to someone who didn’t see her worth, and getting her back was a thousand times more important.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo angst #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

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sugar-grigri · 11 months ago

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Sperm is the symbol of hope in pain, yes. Sit down, I'll explain.

Yes, even sperm has symbolism.

Although this title may sound catchy, I didn't phrase it that way to make it so, I really mean it. I'm just warning that some of my sentences are going to sound completely crazy. Let me begin.

I've said it before, but when we have a tripartite chapter, the key to reading it is to link these three elements. What do kissing, love and sperm have to do with each other? The answer seems obvious, and refers back to the previous chapter. The link lies in the act committed in chapter 167. But I think it's more subtle and stronger than that.

These three elements are impossible to deny. Just as Asa can't deny not loving Denji to Yoru, Yoru can't deny having kissed Denji twice, and wanting to kiss him again. Sperm carries the same message (crazy phrase). It is just as much a part of the realization of the previous elements, impossible to deny. It can be cleaned up, forgotten like kissing, denied like love, it is the concretization of the other two acts.

Semen is perceived as negative, disgusting, sticky, as new feelings or an unexpected kiss can be. But above all it's a result that doesn't help either protagonist.

Again it's crazy what I'm about to say. But just as the semen made Denji realize that Asa/Yoru wanted to kiss him, he hoped there was a feeling of love. Just as Asa and Yoru denied kissing and love for him, realized they had semen on their hands. I know it sounds weird when you say it like that, but it's not. Sexuality is a major theme in CSM. Just as its organic aspect carries a message.

Sperm refers to the fact that Denji masturbates when he's unwell, just as he relies on the discovery of sex to be happy. The semen also reflects Asa's fear of intimacy. Just as it is a kind of victory for Yoru, who sexually assaulted them both.

In short, the tripartite title basically refers to the feelings intertwined between these three pivots. And his order makes sense. It symbolizes the way Yoru interferes.

Yoru kissed Denji for the first time at a time when Asa barely realized what she was feeling. It's vital to understand that, at this point, neither Yoru nor Asa were yet fully in love with Denji, since they hadn't yet developed feelings for CSM during the Falling Devil arc.

The kiss came before the love. He was stolen. Whether it's because it's unexpected for Denji. And precipitous for Asa.

Then there's the development of Asa's feelings, again leading to an appropriation of Yoru, committing a precipitous sexual act for both protagonists.

But above all, the three elements were succinctly crossed out. The kiss had been temporarily forgotten by Yoru. The semen is washed away to forget the sexual assault. And Denji is denied love.

Let me be very clear so that everyone understands. Love, kissing and semen are denied by Asa and happened in the wrong order for her.

Just as they are monopolized by Yoru.

Just as Denji places his hopes in them, and they are a logical consequence for him.

But it's not all doom and gloom. Because the name of the sushi restaurant is a coded message (another crazy phrase).

As I've said before, every element is a symbol. The fish are.

They hark back to the aquarium episode. As Asa despaired, Denji fed her fish and starfish, foods Asa disliked. Just as she was in despair and denied herself hope, fish is associated with regaining hope. Above all, the aquatic element is the antithesis of fire, represented by the fire demon who leads us to be what we desire, even if it means suffering for it. Fish is acceptance, fire disillusionment.

It's not present in the English version and I don't know if it's translated from Japanese, but I hope so, but this chapter reinforces my interpretation: press the button to have hot water but but beware of burns. We have to relate the fish to understand the symbol of fire. Yes.

So what does the restaurant's name mean?

Two options. The key to facing death is hope. Or will the protagonists perish from hoping that happiness is within their reach ?

Actually I think it's deeper than that. I've been hoping for this for a few times now, so I'm going to try again.

When Asa invited Denji, it was because she considered him less than a cat. Who else considered him less than a cat ?

When Asa was picky about food at the aquarium? Who else is?

Who did Asa think of at the aquarium?

For whom precisely does Denji not feel love in the sense that he feels it for Asa ?

Remember when I said that the title refers to negation ?

There's hope in death.

When Denji says he wants to like sushi, symbolically it's to keep hope alive.

But fish are a strong enough symbol to refer to someone whose name wasn't uttered once in part 2. Forgotten.

Eating sushi will lead Denji to count on his family again.

Like the hope of finding someone dear to him.

Love in horror.

Power.

But wait before you go. I lied, there's more despair than hope. You can't blame me, that's what Fujimoto does all the time.

What did Power do ? Die for love, right ? Hope, denial, love........

Power even died twice, didn't she? Cut in two, right?

I know Asa and Denji have already died, but they can die a second time, can't they ? But this time with two of them. Dying a second time together.

Do you miss the cursed number 2 ?

#chainsaw man #csm #csm part 2 #csm spoilers #denji hayakawa #denji #asa mitaka #asaden #yoru #power #csm 168 #my thoughts

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gretavangroupie · 11 months ago

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Goldenrod

Word count: 8.1k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Angst, Toxic Themes and Behavior, Jealousy. Smut: Kissing, Touching, Oral M!Receiving, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Fluff.

A/N: I blame Josh Kiszka, entirely.

It’s a nice place, with tea light candles and fresh flowers on every table. Tucked away on the West side of Nashville, far from the wide eyed tourists and the flashing city lights. It’s quaint, but always busy. A reservation here would cost you. A name or your checkbook, either one will do. You wonder how he managed it, who he knows or what he does. You’d been here only once before, strings pulled and names dropped no doubt.

The hostess led you to your table, smack dab in the center of the restaurant, commanding all the eyes and attention of the patrons around you. With a curt smile you tucked into your chair and waited for your date. You weren’t really sure why you agreed to this, but after several failed attempts on your own you finally caved. Cambry is a terrible influence and you knew better than to go on a date with a man of her choosing, but here you found yourself in a swanky restaurant at a table for two.

You didn’t put too much effort into your outfit, opting for a tight black dress and a pair of gold earrings. It showed off your figure without revealing too much. It was tasteful and sexy, everything you want on a first date.

You knew nothing of the man you were meeting apart from his name. Simon. Cambry assured you that he was perfect for you, claiming how similar the two of you were and citing you had similar taste in music. So, you agreed.

You couldn’t fault him too much for being late, the traffic absolutely horrendous as you made your way through Midtown. You perused the drink menu, placing your order for a dirty martini when the waiter stopped at your table. As you sipped at the briney drink you felt a presence behind you, and you knew Simon must have arrived.

A tall man, with long dirty blonde hair stepped up to the seat across from you, lifting his hand to shake yours.

“Hi, I’m Simon. Sorry I’m late, the traffic–”

“Was terrible, I know,” you laugh, shaking his hand. “Y/N.”

He takes his seat as his eyes dart around your face taking you in. “You got a drink I see, any recommendations? I’ve never been here before.”

“I was wondering how you were able to pull a reservation so last minute,” you answer, pushing the drink menu towards him.

“Ah, called up one of my buddies, works tickets down at Nissan Stadium. Was no trouble,” he boasts as if entry level ticket sales is something to be proud of.

You smile politely and nod your head, “I got a dirty martini, they are heavy handed on the vermouth so I order gin instead of vodka.”

“Dirty, huh?” he smirks, opening the drink menu.

You offer a clipped smile, already not liking this guy too much. His frat boy vibes are a little too strong for your liking, and quite frankly is the opposite of what you have ever been into. The waiter steps up a few seconds later, noticing that your date has arrived.

“What can I get for you sir?”

“I don’t know what all this fancy shit is, do you have Bud Light?” he asks, rapping his knuckles against the table.

“Um, no sir, I believe the only beer we have on tap is Thunder Ann from Jackalope,” he offers with a pleasant smile.

“Was that English?” Simon jokes, however, it is not well received by your waiter or yourself.

“I could bring you a sample if you’d like?”

He blows out a breath of defeat, “I’ll just have what she’s having, but make mine stronger.”

You raise an eyebrow at his demand, silently kicking yourself for ever agreeing to this.

The waiter nods and heads off and a sense of dread washes over you as you realize you are about to enter into forced conversation with this stranger.

“So how do you know Cambry?” he asks, leaning back in his chair like he's at his mothers house.

You swallow down the distaste and try to answer his question, “Cambry and I work together. She is my office suitemate.”

“Oh so you work at the little music place, too?” he asks, downplaying your career to boost his own ego.

“I don’t think Sony Music Publishing is a ‘little music place’ but I guess everyone is entitled to their opinion,” you jest.

“What do you do there?” he asks, accepting his drink from the waiter. He takes far too large of a sip before you can answer, shocking the both of you.

“I’m an account executive, so I do sales, client management, data reports, that kind of thing. How about you? What do you do?” you ask, genuinely curious about what he could possibly do that he would need to belittle your career.

“Oh well, right now I am kinda just playing the corporate field so to speak. I’ve got a few sweet options in my pocket, but uh, right now I am working down at AT&T. You know that Batman looking building. It’s pretty chill,” he says in an attempt to flaunt.

“Yeah, I know it well actually. What do you do there?” you ask.

“I’m a field sales representative,” he answers, his voice dropping a little. You feel your eyes practically bulge from their sockets.

“So, you don’t like, physically work in the building,” you confirm.

“I mean, I report there at the end of the day,” he replies, trying to blow smoke.

“So if you report there at the end of the day, where do you spend your day?” you ask.

“Kind of everywhere. I do a lot of driving around. I was able to secure a deal with a new Mexican restaurant over in Hendersonville. They want full fiber and phones. Pretty sweet, might even make a commission on it,” he says pridefully.

“Wow, a commission too? They are spoiling you,” you taunt.

“Yeah, I’m about to move up, gonna put me into commercial sales. More office time and less road time,” he says, folding up his menu. Your mind is positively racing at how Cambry thought you two would be a perfect match when he couldn’t be more different than you.

“So uh, what are you thinking you want to eat?” he asks.

“I think I might do the farmhouse pasta, the sun dried tomatoes sound good,” you answer, closing your menu as well.

“Yeah I’m gonna get a steak, I bet they are good here,” he says waving over the waiter. Your face blushes red as he makes a scene to grab his attention.

“Yes sir, we are ready to order,” Simon states, opening up his menu. “I’m gonna have the Porterhouse with mushrooms well done and can you bring a side of ketchup?”

You think that if your eyes rolled any harder you could see your brain, but alas you must keep your composure and make it through this trainwreck of a date.

“For you miss?”

“Yes, could I please do the farmhouse pasta? I will also do one more dirty martini,” you smile, hoping the waiter can sense the apology in your tone.

“Great, I will be back,” he says, stepping away with the gentle nod of his head.

The evening continues on as you listen to him tell you every uninteresting fact about himself while he dips his shoe leather of a steak in ketchup. You have a hard time finding your own meal appetizing as you watch him eat, a tiny dribble of ketchup at the corner of his lips. He barely gives you a chance to speak as he relives his fraternity glory days, telling you every close call he has ever had with the police and every famous person’s door he’s knocked on since he moved here from Mississippi.

You down your drink probably a little too fast, trying to decide if you will need another to make it through the last part of this date. You know you will never speak to this man again, and you know you will be giving Cambry a firm talking to come Monday morning.

The waiter steps up to the table with the check, placing it in front of Simon who sends him a puzzled look. “Oh, actually she’s getting the check tonight.”

“Am I?” you ask, a little confused yourself. You had no problem going dutch, but to be told you were taking the entire responsibility of the bill was a bit of a shock.

“I mean, yeah, Cambry said you wanted this date, so… I figured since it was your idea, you were paying. I didn’t bring my wallet.”

You feel your mouth go dry at the audacity of his assumption. “I have no problem going dutch,” you say.

“Yeah, it’s just I didn’t bring my wallet,” he counters, shrugging his shoulders. “I can Venmo you later or something.”

You bite your tongue as you reach for your purse, knowing there is an extremely high chance that this meal will drain his checking account.

“It’s fine, I can get it. No problem,” you say, pulling your wallet from your purse. Just as you unzip it you feel someone walk up behind you, and the sight of a hand on the waiter's arm. The person leans towards the waiter, saying something quietly in his ear as he slips a silver metal credit card into his hand.

As you look up you recognize the mass of curls and the crisp white linen. The smell of his cologne forever ingrained in your memory. Your eyes flash over to Simon who is just as confused as you are, watching the interaction. A few more words are spoken between the waiter and the man you now know is Josh. Your ex.

The waiter scurries off with Josh’s card just as he turns to face you with a shit eating grin. He then casts a lethal glance to Simon, who at this point is looking rather small.

“Don’t you know it's distasteful to make your date pay?” he asks, venom in his voice.

“And you are?” Simon snaps.

“Well, from my place at the bar I thought I was the competition, but now I’m fairly positive that is not the case. My name is Josh, and I would ask yours but quite frankly I don’t care to know.”

“Josh!” you yelp.

“What darling, you can’t deny the facts. I’ve been sitting at the bar since you arrived. Was quite the unexpected show, I must admit,” he pauses, “If I’ve misjudged your evening, which, I’m sure I haven’t based on your body language alone, please do feel free to correct me.”

“We’re actually on a date, man,” Simon speaks up, taking you and Josh both by surprise as you turn to stare at him.

Josh just snickers, shaking his head before turning to you. “Have you had enough, sweets?”

“What do you want, Joshua?” you ask, a little annoyed at his brazenness.

He cups your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he gives you a knowing look, “Is this what you want? You want me to go?”

You push his hand away and cross your arms over your chest, refusing to answer his question.

“Fuck this,” Simon spouts, pushing away from the table and storming out of the restaurant.

Josh quickly takes his seat, sitting across from you as he folds his hands on the table. “You’re welcome,” he taunts, accepting the check book back from the waiter.

“A pleasure Mr. Kiszka,” he nods, walking away.

“Mr. Kiszka? They know you by name here?” you groan, watching a sideways grin pull across his full lips. His eyes glance down to the plate of half eaten food in front of him.

“A well done steak with ketchup? My, my, darling have your standards dipped that low?” he asks, signing the receipt and closing the book. You roll your eyes and reach for your martini glass, however his hand snakes out to grab it first, tossing the rest of it back.

“What the hell,” you growl.

“You dumped me for a broke asshole?” he asks, sitting back in the chair.

“He might have been broke, but I bet he could fuck me more than once every three months,” you snap, pulling ammo from your failed past.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “Now, now, retract the claws sweetness, be my good girl, yeah?”

“I’m not your anything, Josh, and I don’t know what you think is about to happen here, but I can promise you it’s not.”

He stabs at the olive in the martini glass, popping it between his lips. “You sure about that?”

“You completely derailed my date,” you bark.

“Oh, please Y/N. You were ready to go the moment he introduced himself, late, might I add. You were entirely repulsed through dinner, and you couldn't get a word in edgewise. It may have been a year or so since we called it quits, but I still know you like the back of my hand, darling.”

“You don’t know me like that anymore, Josh.”

He chews the olive as a hum rings through his chest, “Is that why your thighs are clenched together under the table right now, for the first time tonight? Why you can’t seem to sit still, squirming everytime I look at you? The pretty pink blush on your cheeks that happened to appear as soon as I stole his seat? Because I just don’t know you anymore?”

You shake your head and look away, pushing him out of your mind.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he demands, and instinctually you turn your head. “Own it.”

You meet his eyes and huff out an annoyed breath. “You can’t just walk up to me and think we are going to pick up where we left off. I left you for a reason, Josh.”

“Are you ready to go now that you’ve said your piece?” he asks, pushing his chair away from the table.

“I drove myself here, and I’ll drive myself home,” you quip.

“After two martinis, I don’t think so, sweetness. I’ll send for your car in the morning,” he insists.

“Send for my car? What are you, the Pope?”

“Only the one time if you remember correctly,” he jokes, offering his hand to help you stand from your chair. You take it begrudgingly, grabbing your purse and smoothing out your dress.

“Stunning as usual, love. You know I love that silhouette on you,” he says, ushering the two of you out the door and into the parking lot. He drives a different car now, which is probably why you didn't recognize it in the lot when you arrived.

“It wasn’t for you,” you gripe.

“But it was for him? Mister can’t even split the check?” he counters.

“Again, he may not be made of money, but he at least listened the few times I was able to get a word in,” you snap.

Josh sucks his teeth as he opens the passenger door, helping you climb inside. It’s spacious and smells of new leather. A string of beads hangs from the rearview mirror and a tiny crystal lays haphazardly in the center console. He joins you seconds later, starting the car and backing out of the parking space.

“Where are you taking me?” you question, although you’re fairly certain you know the answer.

“Home,” he snickers, taking a right out of the parking lot.

“You don’t know where I live, I moved,” you say, shifting your body in the seat.

“No, no. I said, I am taking you home.”

“What if I don’t want to go?” you ask, fully lying to yourself and to him and he knows it.

“I did always like it when you played hard to get,” he smiles, moving his hand to rest on your bare leg. “But your body gives you away everytime.”

“Where’d you find him?” he asks, letting his eyes flick over to yours for just a second.

“Cambry,” you answer, a twinge of defeat in your voice.

“Cambry? Come on, baby, you know she has the worst taste in men,” he groans, merging onto the freeway with ease.

“I didn’t really have a choice, and she oversold him, clearly,” you answer.

“So you’re still at Sony, then?”

“I am, though I’ve been considering a career change, maybe even a city change,” you lie.

“Had enough of Nashville?” he jests.

“The people that reside here,” you taunt.

“Fair enough,” he concedes.

His fingers trace circles into your skin, lighting little fires with every pass. “You stopped answering my calls,” he trails off.

“That is typical of a break up Josh…”

“Baby–”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap.

“What can I call you?” he asks.

“Nothing, you can take me home and send my car in the morning,” you answer.

His grip on your leg tightens, his thumb passing over your knee. You feel warm beneath his touch, a calmness washing over you. This is always how he got you.

“It was one fight, Y/N! I know I fucked up, but–” he shouts, losing his calm and cool composure for a millisecond.

“Josh…” you whine, not wanting to hash this out again.

As you pull up to a red light he turns to look at you, moving his hand from your leg and grabbing your hand instead.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. Just– come over for a little bit. Let’s talk. Catch up a little. Don’t let your night be a complete loss, you look too pretty. Let me appreciate you,” he says, squeezing your hand.

Your eyes meet his, sparkling and encased by his thick lashes. “Okay,” you murmur.

“Yeah?”

You roll your eyes and nod your head, “Yes, fine. Just to catch up.”

The light changes and you swear he did twenty over the speed limit the rest of the way to his house. He has a smirk on his lips that he can’t seem to shake, and his hand hasn't left yours.

“Why were you at the bar alone?” you ask, the gin making you feel a little more brave than usual.

“I like the food, and they make my drink the right way. You know I don’t like going into the city, too many people, and the guys were all busy tonight. I think I was right where I needed to be though. Got you out of that shitty date,” he laughs.

“It was pretty shitty,” you agree, flashing him a smile.

“Missed that,” he says, turning into his driveway. “That smile. Lights up a room.”

“Stop,” you say, playfully pushing his shoulder. “Don’t suck up now after you were all bossy and demanding at the restaurant.”

“Worked though,” he grins, shrugging his shoulders and shutting off the car.

“Did it?”

“You’re here…” he says, tipping his chin.

“To talk. To catch up,” you counter.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” he says, helping you out of the car and shutting the door behind you. He guides you up to the front door with his hand on the small of your back, shoving his key into the lock and opening the door.

You’re instantly transported back in time. A time when this was your safe place, when this was your landing pad of comfort. A home you shared together. Warm and welcoming. Until, it wasn’t. It was a big empty house with nothing but the echo of your own voice for months on end. The place you would listen to your calls ring out with no answer and texts would sit on delivered for days.

It was hard to leave him, your personal ray of light. The good times were the greatest, and the bad times were worse than the worst. You met your breaking point and all you could think of was starting over. Living a normal life with a normal job and a normal relationship.

You’d grown a little since that day, finding yourself and establishing your own roots in the city. You cut off contact completely. Josh never gave up though. He was persistent, you’d give him that. He tried to reconcile things, promised to fix it, promised to do better, but after so many failed attempts, you couldn’t do it anymore. You needed to see this through, for yourself.

It took almost a year but he did stop calling. Stopped checking in. Your heart ached for him. You wondered if you’d made a mistake. You knew you never really stopped loving him. How could you stop loving someone like him? He took your heart and cast it in gold, giving a piece of himself to you to carry when he was away, but still it wasn’t enough. You needed more than he could give you then.

“You redecorated,” you ponder.

“A bit. Just some new furniture, art and things I picked up on the road,” he says, tossing his keys on the table. “You like it?”

You nod your head, “Yeah, I do. It feels very… you.” you pause, “It feels warm.”

He walks into the kitchen, pulling two lowball glasses from the cabinet before reaching for the tequila on top of the fridge. He holds the bottle up towards you in question and you nod your head, knowing you aren’t leaving tonight.

He pours the tequila into the glasses, topping them with sparkling water and a handful of ice as you walk over to join him. He slides the glass to you and holds his up to tap against yours.

“Glad you’re here, baby,” he breathes.

“Josh…”

“Sorry, old habit,” he blushes, taking a sip of his drink.

You join him, taking a long pull from the glass letting the bubbles slip down your throat. He made it perfect, just how you like it.

“Shall we?” he asks, pushing off the counter top and making his way into the living room. You follow behind him taking the seat next to him on the couch. You settle into the leather cushions as he shoots up again.

“Wait, hold on,” he says, walking across the room. He struts across the wood floors carrying himself in a way much different than you have ever seen him. He looks confident and seems to be floating. He grabs a small remote and turns down the lights, casting the room in a much dimmer light.

“Do you always walk around like that?” you ask, sipping from the rim of your glass.

“Like what?” he asks, returning to his place next to you.

“Like…like you’re made of gold,” you giggle, letting the tequila warm your blood.

“What if I am?” he challenges.

“What, made of gold?”

“Mhmm,” he hums.

“Kinda seems like it sometimes,” you confess.

“Yeah?”

“You kinda glow,” you answer.

“Optical illusion, sweets,” he grins.

“I don’t know, you’ve always kinda been that way. Glowy…” you offer, feeling a little hazy.

“You flirting with me now?” he asks, his lips turning up into a grin.

“No,” you growl, “Can I not give you a compliment?”

“Absolutely. Please do continue, I’m quite enjoying it,” he laughs, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. His fingertips brush your shoulder and you shudder at the contact.

“Has it been that long, darling?”

“What?” you question, turning to meet his eyes. His fingers graze against your skin again, goosebumps rising to the surface.

“Oh, say it isn’t so, baby. Break my heart,” he whines.

“What, Josh?”

“You’re touch starved aren’t you sweetness,” he says, his eyes searching yours.

“No, I’m fine,” you lie. You look away, knowing he was always able to read you like a book.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he snaps. You turn your head and meet his eyes again. “Don’t lie to me again. You know that never went well for you.”

You bite your lips together as your cheeks grow red hot. Part of you wants to push him a little more, force him to make good on his threat. The other part of you knows you should leave before he sucks you in.

“Tell me how long,” he says, resting his hand on the curve of your neck.

You blow out a breath and shake your head, “It’s not important,” you answer.

“Is to me, always important to me,” he urges.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I want to know that you were being taken care of,” he pauses, “I don’t think that’s a crime.”

“It’s been… a minute,” you confess.

“Baby,” he breathes.

“It’s fine, Josh. Really.”

“It’s not,” he snaps. “How long, love? You can tell me. It’s just me.”

“God! Since we split! Okay?! Is that what you want to hear?! That I haven’t fucked anyone since you?!” you shout, burying your head in your hands. You feel his hand rest on your back, warm and firm.

“Oh, my love. No wonder you’re so feisty. Wound up tighter than a two dollar watch. My girl needs a little relief, doesn’t she,” he asks.

You turn your head in your hands to look at him, his face serious and dripping with lust. You push yourself up off of the couch, pacing around the living room.

“I don’t want your pity, Josh.”

“It’s not pity darling, you’d know if it was,” he retorts.

“Well whatever it is, I don’t want it,” you snap.

He blows out a deep breath and clears his throat, “I’ve had just about enough of your mouth tonight,” he growls. “Why don’t you come back over here and try again, yeah?”

You stare at him from across the room, arms crossed over your chest in an effort to conceal your nipples that have grown hard just from the demanding quality of his voice.

“You can drop the act, I know you want me just as bad as I want you. If you want me to beg, crawl on my hands and knees for you, you know I’ll do it, but I think your body is begging for me harder than I ever could.”

You roll your eyes, and look away.

“Am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong.”

You huff out a breath, “No,” you whisper.

“What’s that?”

“I said no,” you answer.

A smirk pulls across his lips, “No, what?”

You feel your chest grow warm and you swallow thickly, “No, sir.”

He clicks his tongue, “Don’t call me sir, that's my brother. Try again, love.”

“No, baby,” you breathe.

“That’s better. Much better. Come back over here,” he says, motioning you over with two fingers.

He reaches for your hand as you approach him, pulling you down onto his lap. Your legs fall to either side of his hips as you straddle him, the position feeling familiar and comforting.

“There’s my girl,” he growls, leaning forward to place his drink on the coffee table. His hands move to grip at your hips, holding you in place as he sinks a little further beneath you. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t enjoying this, feeling his hands on you and the evidence of his want as it grew beneath you.

“Not yours, Josh,” you say, letting your hands land on his chest.

“Liar,” he breathes, rolling his hips into you, eliciting a whine from your chest. You hear him laugh, “Your body says otherwise.”

“My body has never been able to say no to you,” you admit.

“And that's what I love about it, baby. Mine even when you aren’t.”

A sigh falls from your lips as his thumb drags over your lips, “Kiss me, Josh,” you beg.

A grin pulls across his lips as he pulls you by the back of your neck towards him. His soft, warm lips brush yours just slightly, enough to pull a whine from your chest.

“Now who’s begging?” he murmurs. Your eyes meet his, dark and lust filled before he crashes his lips to yours. His hands grip at your head as if he’s afraid you might fly away, his fingers twisting into your hair.

His tongue slides against yours, the taste of him so sweet and familiar. There would never be anyone that tasted better, you were sure of it. His hands slid down your face and over your shoulders, reaching for your hands as they sat on his chest. He wrapped his hands around yours, linking his fingers with yours the best he could, just holding you in a way you’ve desperately missed over the last year without him.

“Josh…” you breathe.

His lips break away from yours, his cheeks pink and his lips glossy, “Yeah, baby?”

You hesitate asking your question, momentarily debating whether you truly want to know or not, but you know if this night is going to continue, you have to know.

“How long…” you pause, “How long for you?” It comes out breathless, his warm hands in yours as his lips hover over yours.

He pulls back a touch, licking his lips and swallowing harshly, “A month or two,” he answers honestly.

Your traitorous eyes fill with tears and you do your best to blink them away. You drop your head in an effort to conceal your emotions, knowing this is all entirely your fault to begin with. His hand releases yours and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“They were never you. Not a single one of them could ever be you.”

You nod your head and swallow the lump in your throat, “Then why?”

“It’s been a year, baby. I never thought I’d have you again,” he confesses.

“But you want me?” you ask, just wanting to hear him say it.

“Is that not clear? Of course I want you. I never stopped wanting you. You stopped wanting me.”

You shake your head, “I didn’t. I swear I didn’t, I just– It was too hard, I couldn’t do it anymore. It hurt too much.”

He grabs your face in his hands again, holding eye contact with you. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I know I messed up. I’ve thought of it every single day since you left. I’m so sorry.”

You can see it in his eyes that he means it this time. The urgency in his voice and the trembling of his hands against your face prove it. You decide at that moment to cast the memories of the past to the wind and fall headfirst into him, the way you’ve dreamt of for months.

You press your lips to his, smiling, “Tequila always did make you all mushy, baby.”

A smile pulls across his lips as he stands from the couch, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he makes his way to the stairs. His lips connect to your jaw, peppering kisses up and down your neck with every step he takes.

It’s seconds before you’re tossed onto the bed. The bed you’ve missed so terribly. The bed that smells of him and his linen sheets. You melt into the comforter, your body relaxing almost immediately. Your eyes close and all you can hear is the shedding of clothes across the room, and the tinkling of beads as Josh places his necklace on the dresser.

You feel his hand as it comes to rest on your foot, sliding up the length of your body and stopping just as it reaches the hem of your dress. You sit up on your elbows to look at him, standing at the end of the bed in his boxers.

His gaze is fixed upon you, devouring your every inch.

“Joshy?” you breathe.

He drops his head for a second before looking back at you, “God I haven’t heard that in so long,” he whines. “What sweetness?”

“Come lay down with me,” you ask.

He licks his lips and crawls onto the bed, laying down next to you and resting his hand on your hip. “Hi beautiful.”

“Hi baby,” you whisper, rolling towards him. You lay your head on his shoulder, listening to his heart as it pounds erratically in his chest.

“I missed this bed,” you whisper against his skin.

“I missed you in this bed,” he pauses, “Terribly lonely without you.”

“Not too lonely it sounds like,” you tease, sitting up and stepping off of the bed.

“Baby, I–”

“I’m kidding, Josh. I don’t mind. Well, not completely anyway.”

You pull the zipper on the back of your dress, letting it fall to the floor and instinctively kicking it to the chair at the side of the bed like you'd done a thousand times before.

“So you care a little?” he smirks, taking in the sight of your matching lingerie. “Jesus, was that for him?”

“If all went well,” you answer cheekily, crawling back onto the bed.

“Over my dead body,” he growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you to lay on top of him.

“It was for me. I needed a little confidence boost.”

“Baby, what? Why? You were always so confident and cool,” he asks, furrowing his brow.

“Not lately… A few failed dates will do that to you I guess,” you admit.

“No, no no no no. Don’t let a few pricks dull your glow, sweetness. You’re everything. They’d be lucky to have you.”

You push up off of him, crawling backwards down the bed as you place a few errant kisses across his stomach. Your eyes never leave his as you stop above his waistband, sliding your nails against the elastic.

“What if I never wanted them,” you ask.

He sucks in a breath as your finger dips beneath the band, slightly tugging at the fabric.

“What do you want?” he asks, his eyes searching yours.

You pull his boxers over his hips watching his cock spring free to slap against his groin. You take him in your hand, watching as his face twists up in pleasure.

“Tell me,” he growls through gritted teeth.

Instead of answering him you let your tongue lick a hot stripe from his base to his tip, tasting the bitter sweetness of his precum on your tongue. His core tightens as you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue against his length, feeling every vein and the rapid pulse pounding through him.

His hand finds the side of your face, tucking your hair behind your ear as he watches you take him down so easily, remembering exactly how he likes it. You grip his base as you work him, hollowing your cheeks as you eyes meet his. His lips are parted, a heavy breath leaving his chest as his grip on your hair tightens. You take him farther, swallowing around his tip as he nudges the back of your throat, sending him spiraling in his own bliss.

“Fuck, baby, please…” he begs.

You pop off of him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his length. “Please what?”

“Please let me fuck you,” he asnwers, panting as he desperately awaits your mouths return to him.

“I’m kind of enjoying myself here,” you tease, taking him into your throat again.

“Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn sexy. I fucking– I–” he stammers, groaning as you swallow around him again.

“You think of this, baby? You miss sucking my cock? My good fucking girl,” he asks, jerking his hips up off of the bed. “You think of me like I think of you?”

You groan as your tongue swirls at his tip, letting your eyes meet his.

“Answer me,” he demands.

You pull off of him quickly, a spit covered mess, “Yes, yes baby,” you whine.

“Missed your mouth, your perfect fucking mouth. Your lips, your tongue, everything,” he growls, a moan leaving his chest as you suction your mouth around him. “Pull off baby, not yet. Not ready yet.”

You do as you're told, pulling off of him and wiping your lips on the back of your hand. He grabs your chin and pulls you toward him, his wet cock laying against your panties. His lips meet yours, swollen and pink and still glistening with your spit. He’s desperate to taste you, to devour you completely. You feel his hands slide over your waist and up to your bra, unclasping the hooks and pulling the straps from your arms. He pulls it from between you in one move, before turning you to your back to take in the sight of you.

His eyes practically bulge from his head as he looks at you. “You– You pierced your nipples? When did you? Wha– Fucking Christ.”

A smile spreads across your face. It's not very often you can catch Josh off guard like this, so you’re taking this small victory.

“About seven months ago, on a whim,” you answer.

“Anything else I should know about before I have a stroke?” he laughs.

“Why don’t you just find out?” you say playfully, just wanting to see his reaction.

He pulls the elastic of your panties over your hips, tossing the lacy garment to the floor. His tongue darts out over his lips as he looks at you, as if deciding where he wants to start. Though, you knew Josh, and he would forever be a victim to his own fascination with shiny objects.

His lips wrap around your nipple, his tongue gently flicking over the golden barbell. You lace your fingers into his curls, scratching at his roots as his teeth graze the sensitive bud in his mouth.

“Josh,” you whine, arching your back beneath him.

“Mhmm,” he whines, not letting his lips detach from you.

“Missed your touch,” you answer.

He pulls off of your right breast and kisses his way to your left, treating your left nipple with the same reverence as the previous. You grab his hand and pull his fingers to your lips, sucking his first two digits into your mouth and letting your tongue twist against them.

You hear him groan against you, the sensation becoming a little too overwhelming for him.

“You okay, baby?”

He pulls off of you, still staring down at the shiny gold bars adorning your nipples.

“No, fuck no, I’m never gonna stop thinking about these,” he says through a pant.

A laugh bubbles up from your chest as his hand meets your chest, sliding down your stomach and stopping at your hip.

“You gonna let me in, sweetness?” he asks, biting at his bottom lip.

A smirk pulls at your lips as you look at him, nodding gently. His hand slides down further, his fingers dusting across your folds. Your body quivers at his gentle touch, a small grin of satisfaction on his lips.

“You want it?”

“Stop teasing, Josh,” you whine.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know you need it. I’ll give you what you want. You know that, right?”

You nod furiously, just wanting him to touch you. Needing it more than anything. “Yes, yes, I know. Please…”

He bends forward and presses a kiss to your stomach, two fingers sinking into your wetness. You jerk towards him as his fingertips press to your clit, a whine escaping your lips before you can stop it. He hums as his fingers start to circle through your wetness, his lip bitten firmly between his teeth. His eyes are dark as they stare into yours, watching your every move and memorizing every expression.

“You feel so good, baby. Missed this so bad,” he breathes, teasing your entrance.

“You could have had anyone,” you whisper.

“I didn’t want anyone. Just you.”

His fingers dip into you, finding the place they once knew so well. Your hand moves to rest on his bicep, stronger now than they once were, the muscle rounded and defined. In fact, all of him is that way. Lean and fit, stronger and more chiseled. The thought alone makes you clench around his fingers.

“Yeah?”

“You feel so– so different. Stronger,” you say.

“Needed something to fill the time,” he smiles, curling his fingers inside of you. You cry out in bliss as your stomach starts to tighten.

“So good, baby,” you cry.

“Yeah, you gonna come for me? You gonna come right on my fingers, so needy and sweet,” he urges. His fingers are moving rapidly, working you toward your release better than you could have imagined.

“Ease into it, baby. Don’t rush it. I’m right here, not going anywhere. I’m yours,” he says, his voice soft and comforting.

Your eyes meet his, desperate and lust filled, “Mine?”

He nods his head quickly, “Yours,” he pauses, “If you want, I just– I’m here, okay? Take your time, feel it. Breathe it in, savor it. I’m here.”

“I want it,” you plead.

“Have it, have me,” he breathes.

His fingers move at a relentless pace, fingertips massaging into you with such precision it’s like a year never passed. Your chest grows hot and your stomach tightens as his eyes meet yours, both of you knowing you’re on the edge of release.

“Do it. Take it baby,” he growls.

“Josh,” you whine, reaching for his hand and twisting your fingers with his. His grip is tight on you, grounding you the way you need him to.

With another flick of his thumb across your clit, you’re sent spiraling into your release. You’d never been able to replicate the way it feels when it's by his hand, and you were sure no other man could. His hand slows as your eyes open, finding his full of desire as they stare back at you.

He grins as he presses a kiss to your mound, slowly pulling his fingers from inside you. Your body is shaking with adrenaline, the want for him coursing through you like never before. You need him. You need him now.

“Josh, now,” you pant, your chest still heaving as you catch your breath.

He doesn’t hesitate. There are no witty remarks, no jokes, no playful banter at all. Just the need the two of you share for each other taking center stage. He pushes up and crawls up towards you, falling into the space between your legs. He pushes them further apart with his knees, fisting at his base as he stares at you. You swear you can see his heart pounding in his chest, and you know he needs this as badly as you do.

He lowers himself down to you, brushing his tip through your folds. Your hands come up to his face, cradling his cheeks as you press your lips to his. It's different this time, a little less desperate, more intentional. He lets himself slowly sink inside of you as his lips dance with yours, filling you so fully and so completely, the way he always had.

He bottoms out inside of you, sliding his arm beneath your hips to pull you in close. His eyes meet yours in question and you nod, letting him know you need more. He begins to slowly move his hips, rolling into you at a fairly gentle pace, soaking in every inch of you and savoring every sound that falls from your lips.

Your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him in tighter, desperate for all of him. He groans as your chest presses against his, the coolness of the metal bars against his warm, dewy skin pulling a groan from his chest.

“Baby,” he whines, snapping his hips into you a little harder.

“Josh,” you answer, more of a moan.

“I need this,” he says, moving his hand to cradle your jaw. “I need you.”

“I know, baby,” you cry out, “I know. I need you, too. I fucking need you.”

He groans as he drops his head, letting his lips connect with your neck. His hot tongue slides against your skin before he sucks the skin into a fresh pink bite. His pace quickens, his skin slick with sweat as he pounds into you.

“Tell me that you think someone could fuck you better than this,” he growls.

“Fuck, no. No one. No one but you, Josh. I only want you,” you answer, gripping your fingers into his ass.

His demeanor changes, he’s grown animalistic, grunts and groans falling from his lips as he nears the peak of his release.

“Tell me that you don’t love me anymore,” he demands.

“Josh, I–”

“Say it,” he barks.

“I do! I do love you! You know I still fucking love you!” you cry, feeling the coil tighten in your groin.

A cry falls from his chest, echoing around the room as his lips crash to yours. It's rough and desperate, and you know you just told him everything he’s been waiting to hear.

“I fucking love you, Y/N,” he pants, “Don’t you ever fucking leave me again.”

You nod your head desperately, needing to feel his lips on yours again. His strokes start to quicken, hitting you long and deep as you both teeter on the edge of your orgasm. The wet sounds dancing through the air are deafening, and the heat of his breath on your face has you dizzy.

“Josh, baby,” you whine, knowing you won't last much longer.

“Yeah? Yeah you gonna come again? Bloom like a pretty flower just for me?” he urges, knowing the sound of his voice will push you over the edge. He nods his head, and bites his bottom lip as he watches you, squirming and panting beneath him as his cock hits you right where it belongs.

“Come on sweetness, be my pretty flower, come for me,” he whispers against your lips.

His hand cups at your breast as his fingers brush your piercing, letting his thumb and forefinger pinch at your nipple. The sensation is enough to bring you to the brink, letting you dive headfirst into your release. You cry out beneath him, his name falling from your lips in succession.

“Just like that, my love. I’m here, I’ve got you,” he says, pulling you closer to him as his hips continue to work you through it. “I’m there sweetheart, tell me where.”

“You know where, I’m yours,” you plead.

He snaps his hips into you again, holding you in place as he spills inside of you, the most beautiful noises falling from his lips. He comes down, loosening his grip on your hips as he falls slack on top of you. Your arms wrap around him, your hand drifting up into his sweaty curls as he catches his breath.

“I mean it,” he breathes, “I do love you.” He props his head up on your chest, letting his eyes meet yours.

“You know I love you, Josh.”

He cranes his neck forward and kisses you again, and you can almost feel the smile on his lips. “Does this mean you’ll come home? Let me love you again?”

“Is that you asking me?” you tease.

“I’ll call the movers right now,” he taunts.

“You forgive me for leaving you in the first place?” you ask, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

“I deserved it. I know what I lost.”

“I keep my apartment,” you counter.

“But you’ll be with me when I’m here?” he asks with questioning eyes.

“If that’s what you want,” you answer.

“No more dates with assholes who don’t deserve you?” he smirks.

“No more dates, just you,” you nod.

“I’ll do it right this time, give you everything. I promise.”

His lips press to yours, soft and sweet and barely there, sealing his promise and setting your heart aflame. He rolls off of you, laying next to you as close as he can get.

“You said I’m your flower,” you pause, “What kind?”

He pulls you into his side, hitching your leg up over his waist. “Hmm, a poppy perhaps? A bright red one, maybe orange.”

You giggle at the fact he has picked such an outlandish flower. “Why’s that?”

He turns his head to look at you and raises his eyebrow playfully, “The seeds are an opiate and can provide intense pleasure to the consumer, and you, my sweets, are certainly a drug to me.”

You roll your eyes and shove at his chest, feeling him pull you in tighter. He kisses your head and lets out a sigh.

“What about me, am I a flower, darling?”

“Of course you are,” you pause, looking at him. “Too easy, you’re Goldenrod.”

“Isn’t that a weed?” he laughs, running his fingertips against your bare thigh.

“Technically, but it’s beautiful. It’s wild and free and vibrant. Thrives in the warm sunshine and sways in the breeze. They’re made of gold, just like you,” you smile, flashing him a wink.

“Although, it is poisonous,” you add.

He rolls to face you completely, cupping your face in his hand as he smiles, “You know what they say…”

“What’s that,” you question.

“The worst poison always tastes the sweetest.”

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lizardsfromspace · 1 month ago

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Trying to find examples of themed restaurants (& etc.) outside of the US/Canada/UK & the coverage is so bad. Obv bc coverage is spotty in English - and sometimes there isn't much coverage in the original language, either - but also it's just. Bad in all the ways Western media discussing other countries is bad

One that keeps coming up is this one in Beirut: Buns and Guns, a military themed restaurant that was covered widely as a niche curiosity in 2008. I don't think it lasted much beyond that, but I can't find much information beyond that initial flurry of stories

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Written coverage of this, naturally, plays up exoticism, talking about the Situation in Lebanon, and noting the veils worn by female patrons. They talk about how strange it is to have a restaurant themed to war & play up that it was in an area controlled by Hezbollah to imply that it was, like, a Hezbollah themed restaurant

So anyway this is Mission BBQ. It is a military-themed American chain. Every day at noon, every location (142+!) does this

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Some locations have this out front

And like, don't get me wrong: a restaurant themed to the military with menu items named after weapons is bizarre and novel no matter the context. But nobody's lavishing attention on Mission BBQ, a chain of over a hundred restaurants that demands a literal loyalty ritual from patrons every single day. Nobody's writing articles called "restaurant in MAGA-controlled Florida demands patrons pledge loyalty to leader, complicating the the Situation in America"

#politics #themed restaurants #Youtube

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crazyinlovewithbucky · 2 years ago

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“don’t fill your void with me”

“Свою пустоту мною не заполняй”

Pairings: Villain!The Winter Solider!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: this takes place in an alternative universe where Hydra took over the world and the winter soldier killed all Avengers and he became the leader of Hydra and he’s controlling the whole world. He saw you one day and he determined you were his and he made sure of that. making you live very comfortably as his “favorite” mistress and he turns very very soft with you.

Warnings: heavy smut, some fluff (if u squint), villain bucky turns sweet, oral (f receiving), jealousy, dark themes, dark!bucky to soft!bucky, dom bucky, lots of praise + lots of praise in Russian.

This was inspired by Яд by Erika Lundmoen

please read my author note it’s very important!

AU/N: this is only part one and still working on part two. thought I’d make this only one part but it was too long I had to cut it into two parts. I need to remind you that English is not my first language so excuse any misspelling or mispronunciation of any words or any grammatical mistakes lol. Hope you enjoy this dark fantasy I had of Bucky as I was wondering how he would be still a villain. Also, this was heavily inspired by ‘Yad’ (Яд) by Erika Lundmoen, I love this song so much and it always reminds me of Bucky in his Winter solider era. Enjoy loves xx

PART 1.

You sighed before swallowing that last sip of the red wine glass that the air hostess brought you. This was already your 3rd glass. You looked through the window to the dark clouds and the night sky as you kept thinking and wondering how you get here in the first place. It was somewhat a normal Friday late afternoon, you were getting ready for the evening, and your –rich new– friends have prepared for you. They were setting you up with a blind date, they said it’s a very handsome guy who's an heir to a big industrial company. You weren’t amused that much as none of them know your secret or your secret lover.

Then you remembered him, your secret mysterious lover, who’s the reason you’re living this lavish rich lifestyle. You remembered six years ago, on the news, you were watching Captain America getting brutally killed by none other than The Winter Soldier himself. You watched the fall of this new organization of superheroes and agents called “The Avengers” and the new world order seeing light under the hands of The Winter Soldier. Hydra ruled and controlled every country in the world, including the USA. It was three years ago when you saw on the news that every leader and all the rulers of Hydra were killed and it was an inside job. The Winter Solider rebelled and killed every single one of them and he, alone, became the new Hydra leader, recruiting super soldiers and making the biggest army of super soldiers known to man.

A year ago, you were just a normal waitress girl, in a hotel restaurant, minding your own business and working just to make ends meet. You weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth and your upbringing was very normal and somewhat poor. Until one day your boss came and told you there will be a very important diplomatic meeting that’s happening in the hotel and he assigned you and two of your coworkers to wait on the leaders and diplomats. On this same very evening, you saw him for the first time. The Winter Solider. Bucky Barnes. Captain America’s best friend who was brainwashed by Hydra and was under control for decades. He was so charismatic, terrifying, very handsome, and absolutely dangerous. Just like a fallen angel, just like Lucifer himself. You were drawn to him at first glance until he noticed you and made eye contact with you. Your heart skipped a beat then, there was a connection between you both, you were certain of this as at first glance, you saw his face change emotion and he was staring at you.

“барышня, only 5 minutes till landing” You were brought back to reality from that memory train you were on by the sound of the bodyguard on your left. you nodded to him with a smile and fastened your seat belt around your hips.

Looking back at your past now made you wonder if you actually deserve to live this life or not, to go everywhere with a private plane like the one you’re in now. To live in the finest, most luxurious apartment in Brooklyn, to have rich friends and live a rich lifestyle, to attend galas and be the face of many luxury brands, all because of him, all because he liked you the first time he saw you, all because he promised you to make all your wishes and dreams come true only if you became his, all because he wanted his “favorite one” to be separate from the other women and to live like a princess whose all her dreams are granted.

In fact, you didn’t ask for any of this at all, but you loved the idea that he made all of this for you just because he thinks you’re worthy of it. In the end, you were “his favorite”.

The plane landed in the small very private airport near his mansion in Russia. you had your fur coat covering you. At least, you were dressed very fancy for the ball you were going to with your friends to meet your blind date. As you were about to leave your apartment, you were met by Bucky’s super soldiers' bodyguards at the front door of your apartment, telling you that The King wants you now. So you didn’t argue, you nodded and just took your bag and phone and left with them. This was your deal with him, him giving you whatever you want and desire in life, and you being available and there whenever he calls for you or want you. He has the plane ready for you and super soldiers protecting you and going everywhere with you, in case something goes wrong.

The guards guided you into the mansion and into Bucky’s suite which took up the whole second floor of the mansion. You walked with them till you arrived in front of the door of his office then they left you there alone. You knocked slightly.

“входить” his voice was deep and calm, you just felt butterflies in your stomach as you were very anxious and excited to see him, it’s been nearly a month since your last meeting with him and you missed him dearly. You opened the door and entered and as soon as you closed it behind you, he looked up from the pile of papers in front of him, his hair was perfectly combed, and he grew his beard, which was a very new look on him but also a very sexy one. He grinned widely as soon as his eyes met yours. “ahhh моя кукла”. he stood up from behind his desk and you walked closer to him and he moved closer to you too.

He kissed you very deeply and passionately before hugging you tightly, you hugged him back and buried your face in his neck. “Missed you so much, кукла” he whispered in your ear and kissed your neck softly.

“Missed you too, James” you smiled softly and he started to rub your back slightly.

You didn’t actually know how to address him, didn’t know if you should call him sir, king, soldier, Bucky, or James. You never actually asked, but you found James to be just perfect as you felt weirded out to call him sir or king. ‘James’ was good enough based on the relationship you both had, you were not actually lovers or boyfriend and girlfriend to be intimate and call him Bucky and yet you both weren’t platonic or had a strict respectful relationship to call him sir. so ‘James’ did the job perfectly.

At least, he didn’t complain about whatever you call him.

He removed your fur coat slowly and looked at your body and your fancy dress. “You look so beautiful,” he held your hand and spun you around to take a good look at the dress. It was a tall tight dress that hugs your curves perfectly with a very long slit on the left that shows your whole left leg from your upper thigh to your left foot. It was burgundy colored with a black sheer silk attached to it that gives the dress a matte look under lights. “did you get all dolled up for me?” he smirked at you when his eyes left your body and met your eyes.

“Well, umm-,” he leaned back on his office desk and sat on its edge and pulled you to him slowly “you didn’t give me any heads up that we were supposed to meet so I was actually going to a ball party with a bunch of friends” you looked down to your hands playing with his black suit’s blazer, trying to hide the truth that you were going on a blind date.

The thing you didn’t know about Bucky is that he is very good at reading body language and the second you broke eye contact and said that, he knew you were hiding something and that’s not the truth. But he didn’t want to confront you yet about it so he took it slowly. “Oh really?” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your chests now touching and he has a perfect view of your boobs as it’s pushed up from the tight dress. “what kind of a ball party?” he moved his head and start kissing your neck.

“A normal one.” you bit your lower lip as his kisses now moved down to your shoulders and collarbone.

“normal one? what kind of a ball is that exactly?” he chuckled while his right hand moved down slightly and he started rubbing your left butt cheek as his kisses never stopped and his lips moved down to your chest, leaving more kisses.

“Just a normal ball party, James” you sighed, feeling more frustrated as you are getting more turned on by his touching and kisses and you feel yourself getting wetter, you can’t stand wearing your panties anymore, it’s getting more uncomfortable as you are soaked down there.

“A normal ball party where rich people gather around for whatever reason, stuffing their faces with crab cakes and drinking champagne until they’re passed out,” you said with an annoyed tone as you can’t just stand the teasing anymore.

The relationship you had with Bucky was just casual sex every now and then unless that was what you thought it was until 8 months ago, he started to show more feelings, starting saying “I miss you”, “I want you”, “you are beautiful”, “my girl”, “my favorite girl”, “my doll”, “baby girl”, but never the word “love”. He started being more romantic. Taking you on dates, of course, they were secret private dates as he was a known criminal and he shouldn’t be seen in public at all but with his power and money, he can rent or buy any restaurant or place in the world just so you both could enjoy your time and dates together.

He was very gentle with you, protecting you, getting you a big apartment in Brooklyn which was like 3 blocks away from his childhood home, he didn’t mention that at all but you knew it when you went to the Captain America museum and explored the whole room dedicated to Sargent James Buchanan Barnes, Captain America’s best friend.

You learned a lot about him, actually about the old him. Now, he’s just the winter solider, the cold blooded murderer who killed all his superiors and killed the avengers and is now running the Hydra organization and having the biggest super soldiers army in the universe.

But at least, he had a soft spot for you.

He moved his hands to the back of your thighs and lift you up, your legs wrapped quickly around his waist, which was sort of a habit as he loved picking you up like this, like his small girl. he kept looking at you and murmuring I miss yous and you look so beautiful, against your lips while kissing you and walking towards his bedroom, there was only a wall between his office and his bedroom. he opened the door, and his room wasn’t unfamiliar to you but you were just amazed every time by how big and wide it is. The ceiling is so high up and the walls are filled with paintings and mirrors.

He put you on his king-sized bed and you just laid on your back, looking at him. He smirked at you and moved his hands down your dress and took off your panties, freeing your soaked cunt from the now-uncomfortable material. “So, it was just a normal ball party with normal rich friends, huh?” he held your left ankle and pulled it up, and rested it on his shoulder. you nodded and saw him undoing the straps of your heels and taking them off. “Are you sure about that, кукла?” he gave you a very intense look and at that moment you knew that he knows you were hiding something so keeping it hidden won’t do you any good. “You know I hate it when you lie to me.” he rubbed your ankle and calf slowly, giving it a simple soft massage.

“I am not lying to you” Your tone was serious. “My friend, Emma, she set me up on a blind date with this guy,” you saw his facial expression get more tense and his hand tightened on your ankle a bit harder. “I mean, no one knows that I’m- umm, that we-… you know, together” Your tone was shaky as you started to get more anxious as his grip hardened on your ankle. “they just thought I’m single and wanted me to have a date so-..”

“So you decided to dress and doll up for a strange man, didn’t you?” he cut you off suddenly as you can see he started to get angry.

“No, they don’t know about us. No one knows. So I’m just playing the part. acting it. That’s it.” you said with a sad tone, breaking eye contact with him and looking up at the ceiling and huffing. this is truly what you felt like. Playing a part in Bucky’s world. Being nothing more than his sex doll and his mistress. You hate the fact that you wanted him and wanted to be with him forever and you just can’t handle living this lifestyle anymore. Yes, it’s a blessing but you didn’t want all of that, you didn’t ask for any of that. You just wanted him.

“Well, this dress is no good anymore. Can I tear it apart?” he put your left leg back again on the bed and pulled your other leg by the ankle and on his shoulder and removed your heels from this one too.

“Why isn’t it good anymore? I think it’s pretty.” you looked at him confused, not knowing what the dress has to do with anything.

“It is pretty but now, for me, it’s what you wore for another man’s eyes and not mine. I hate it now.” he pulled it up to your upper thighs and your legs are now bared to him.

“But what am I going to wear when I leave? Can’t just be wearing my fur coat. It’s freezing outside.” he chuckled darkly at your words and looked at you with a dark smirk on his face.

“As much as it would be so fucking hot of you to not wear anything except for a fur coat, I can get you any other dress that you want,” he grabbed the dress from its slit on your left thigh with his metal hand and ripped it open until the dress was fully ripped from the left side. “anyways, you’re staying for the whole weekend with me, I don’t want you wearing any clothes at all.” he moved up to meet your eyes and he pepper kissed your jawline. “and if you got cold, you can wear my clothes, my wardrobe is all yours, милая” he ripped and removed the dress from your body, leaving you fully naked underneath him.

you moaned slightly as his hands roamed your body, massaging and rubbing your boobs while his tongue is attacking your lips and mouth, kissing your hungrily. You opened your legs more for him, signaling to him where you wanted him the most. he removed himself from on top of you to get undressed. He removed all of his clothes and got on top of you again, kissing you passionately then starting to kiss you all over. Leaving marks and love bites all over your body, showing you who you truly belong.

“ты моя навсегда, куколка” his voice is raspy and deep, he moved his head down and kissed and sucked on your nipples, of course leaving marks and love bites on your boobs too. You were so needy for him and a part of you was glad that he was as much as needy for you as you are of him.

“James, please. I need you so bad. Please fuck me” you whined and opened your legs more for him. he pulled his head up and looked at you with nothing but pure lust in his now dark blue eyes.

“No, baby doll. No fucking. I missed you too much to just fuck you. I’m going to make love to you ‘cause you deserve this, honey. you’ve earned this.” he kissed your lips passionately but you were just startled, confused, and slightly shocked. You kept wondering why he would say such things and do such things. It’s the first time you ever see him being like this to you or talking like this to you. You were sick of these feelings you have for him and he was just toying around with them.

“You make love to someone you love, James. What we have isn’t love” You looked directly into his eyes with a concerned look on your face.

“Maybe you are right,” these words went straight to your heart and smashed it. You had a little hope he would correct you and tell you he loves you. “But tonight, just pretend that we’re in love. act it like you just said you’re acting it and playing a part.” you wondered if toying with your feelings like this was his way to punish you for what you just said about playing a part in your new life. “make me make love to you. make me show you how you’re supposed to be loved. Or at least humor me, принцесса” his mouth never left your face or your body. He couldn’t stop kissing you and leaving marks everywhere on your neck and body. You weren’t sure what his intentions were by what he just said. A little part of you hoped he meant what he was saying.

You felt his cock twitch against your thigh and felt him leaking. You couldn’t hold it any longer and you lift your hips up to meet his. Signaling to him that you need him. “I’ll give you whatever you want, just let me take my time with you first. I missed you too much” He said between breaths and kisses as he’s now moving down, kissing and leaving love bites all over your belly. “missed this belly,” he kissed your belly button. “missed my little ladies,” he grabbed your boobs with his hands as his mouth kept going down to your lower belly.

“but I missed this pretty girl the most.” you could feel his hot breath against your soaked cunt now, gushing more at the new nickname he gave to your pussy. he groaned when he saw you gushing and your slick is wetting the bed underneath you, making a mess everywhere. he looked up at you and you locked eyes with him while he slowly licked a long stripe between your folds, never breaking eye contact. This sight alone had you crying out and shutting your eyes while throwing your head back on the pillows.

Bucky kept flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud and sucking on it. He was really taking his time, he wasn’t fast or hard. He was simply just eating you out, slowly, gently, like he actually wants to taste you. You were so needy that you wanted more than that. You started pushing your hips more into his face and grinding slowly. “Greedy aren’t we, my little girl?” He got up and wiped his chain from your glistening slick with the back of his hand.

He got on top of you again and pressed his lips against yours, and you can taste yourself on his lips. he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you opened your mouth happily for him, licking his tongue and tasting more of yourself. “Do you know what do you taste like?” he broke the kiss but his lips were right above yours. you shook your head slightly and bit your lips. “Like fucking peaches.” he pushed his tongue into your mouth again, kissing and licking it all over. “You taste like fucking peaches, especially your pussy.” you moaned into his mouth “You’re driving me insane, принцесса. Guess peaches are my new favorite fruit”.

He buried his face in your neck, attacking the sensitive skin again with kisses, especially that sweet spot that gets you all turned on and horny. As if you’re not going to lose your mind already from how horny you are. You could feel his tip pushing slightly on your clit and you were just a moaning mess at this point. “Ready for me, love?” he lifted his head and rested his head on your forehead, locking eyes with you.

“Always, Bucky” you whispered, his whole expression changed. his eyes widened a bit at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth like honey. He hadn’t heard this name in so long, and you say it like this had his heart beating faster, if he wasn’t in love with you before, he believes now he is.

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PART TWO

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