#But no um just wanted to say okay goodnight o////

[qstarhalo]

Going to bed soon I think but um I know I don't talk much politics but since it's gonna affect me due to living in the US, all I have to say is that I hope everyone stays as safe as they can be and that they voted. We can only wish that everything will be okay. Hugs to all of you 🫂🫂🫂

[pixels-not-dreams]

turndown service || dom!misa x reader

“If that's all, Miss, I'll bid you a restful evening,” you say, smoothing your hands over your apron. You'd made her bed, poured her a glass of water, and drawn the curtains, even though it's been dark for hours.

You avert your gaze. Misa always sleeps in a bra and panties. It can't possibly be comfortable. You wonder if she takes them off after you leave.

“Hmmm,” Misa taps her finger against her lower lip. Her other hand is resting on her belly, and there's a girls’ magazine beside her. She's on the cover. You want to leave, but she looks like she wants to say something.

“I can think of something else,” Misa says, placing her magazine on her nightstand. Her pink water cup is precariously close to the edge. You step forward. Her voice is so soft you sometimes have trouble hearing her.

“Anything, Miss,” you say, rocking back and forth on your toes.

Misa reaches one finger forward and hooks it into the pocket of your apron.

“Give Misa a goodnight kiss,” she says, smiling. Her eyes are so wide, and her lips are pink and wet. You don't know if it's spit, water, or lip gloss. Misa seems the type to wear lip gloss to bed.

You hesitate, but lean forward anyway and press your lips lightly to her cheek.

Misa laughs. It sounds like a wind chime.

“Not there, silly,” she says. “A real goodnight kiss.”

You don't know what else she could mean, so you inhale slowly and lean back down to her until your lips touch hers. You suck her bottom lip softly, because you don't know what else to do. Is that her tongue swiping against you, or is she just naturally moist?

You pull away. She looks expectant.

“Um,” you say dumbly.

She takes the hand that was on her stomach and moves it down to rest on the front of her panties. They're pink, like everything else she owns, but these have a pattern of tiny red hearts.

“I want you to kiss Misa here,” she says. Her voice is so guileless. It's like she's asking for a glass of water.

“O-oh,” you say, silently kicking yourself for stammering. “I mean. Yes, Miss. I can kiss you there.”

“Yay!” squeals Misa.

You have no idea how to do that, but if you refuse her, she'll go running to Light. Shouldn't this be Light's job? Surely he satisfies her. He certainly satisfies you. Maybe Misa doesn't want to get slapped or kicked. That's what you always liked best from Light.

“Ah, Miss,” you say hesitantly. “Will Kira-sama be upset?”

“Why would he be upset?”

“I—maybe it's Kira-sama’s job to kiss you goodnight like that.” You gesture vaguely towards her body.

“Oh,” Misa says, waving the idea away with her hand as if it's unwanted cigarette smoke. “Light doesn't like that. Besides, it's okay if it's just us girls. Kiyomi-chan and I do it all the time!”

Your head hurts. What the hell goes on in this hotel when you're not looking?

Misa leans forward and pats the blanket in front of her. “Here, Y/N-chan. It's nice and soft.”

It looks soft. It's ruffly and white and trimmed with Misa’s favorite shade of pink. You step out of your slippers and climb onto the bed. You sit cross-legged in front of her and await further instruction.

“How are you going to kiss me like that?” she asks. “You can't reach my”—she lowers her voice to a whisper–“pussy from all the way over there.” She grabs your hand and pulls you forward. You have no choice but to uncross your legs and lie on your belly, your face level with her privates. She's so clean—not just her panties, but everywhere. She smells like berries and cream. She must scrub herself within an inch of her life every night.

“Go on, Y/N-chan,” Misa giggles. “It's not going to lick itself.”

You take a steadying inhale and lean forward to kiss her cunt over the fabric. The bows and ribbons obscure her shape, but you hope that it's near her clit. Misa sighs softly; encouraged, you move your lips a little, and she presses eagerly against you.

Your hands, you realize, are resting limply on the bed, which must not look very appealing. You lift one hand to hold her under her thigh, your thumb pressing into the meat of her leg. You pull your face away and use your other hand to stroke her gently. She wriggles a bit to arch her back—she must like that.

After a few seconds (which feels like an hour), you realize she's probably not going to give any more instruction. You're on your own, now; you rub your nose on the outside of her underwear, letting her know you're there. If it were you, you wouldn't want to be surprised. You pull the pink gusset to the side to expose her cunt.

It's pretty, like a flower. The pink folds remind you of an iris. You expected it to be shorn, but her hair is neatly trimmed in the shape of a heart. She smells a little sweet and a little metallic.

You run your finger along the length of her, and follow it with your tongue. It tastes like almost nothing, more slippery texture than flavor, and wet already. This makes you feel accomplished. She makes some kind of noise you've never heard and can't describe. It makes your own pussy clench, but that's a problem for another time. You squeeze your legs together as you lean into her, pushing her legs towards her chest while you lick her rhythmically in a straight line.

“That’s good, Y/N-chan,” Misa pants. “Your finger. Put it in, okay?”

You look up, not wanting to take your mouth off of her. You move one hand from her thigh so you can slide your middle finger into her. She inhales at the contact. With your hand blocking her entrance, you have no choice but to mouth at her clit. She moans loudly—you take this as a good sign. You yank her panties down to her ankle so you can circle her clit with your tongue, unimpeded, and try not to lose the rhythm inside her with your finger. You haven't done this before, but she seems to like it. She's pushed her bra up to squeeze her breasts. It's hard to look away.

Misa throws one arm over her eyes. She can't seem to decide whether she wants to use the other to pinch her nipples or grab your hair. You've worn a sensible ponytail, but it's getting looser by the minute. She's rolling her hips against your face, and you return her enthusiasm by licking her faster and more slipshod.

Your cunt is throbbing. You want to reach down, slip a finger into your own trousers, and give yourself some relief; but this might be the only time that you'll have your face in Misa’s pussy, and you surely don't want to waste it fingering yourself. You can do that anytime. You might even do it later tonight.

Because you're not sure when or if this will happen again, you decide you'll have to satisfy all your curiosities about Misa now. You plunge a second finger inside her, curling them like Light does to you sometimes. You take your other hand off her thigh and reach up to touch her breast. It's so soft, and it fits perfectly in your palm.

She's moving around so much, pressing her groin into you, fucking herself on your fingers. She must be close.

“Suck, Y/N-chan,” Misa gasps. You obey, taking her clit between your lips. She lets out a high pitched whine as her knees fall away from each other. One of her hands flies down to hold your ponytail.

“Oh, Y/N—Y/N-chan, if you keep going, I'll come, you're going to make Misa come. Keep going, Y/N-chan.”

You pick up your rhythm, sucking her like a milkshake. You rip your hand from her breast and start to rub yourself urgently. It can't be helped at this point. Misa buries her fingers in your hair, gripping your ponytail for dear life as she presses her cunt against you.

“Y/N, Y/N-chan, I'm going to come, you're making Misa come, please, I'm coming,” Misa babbles. You're so used to Light silently stroking himself to climax while you kneel in front of him that the sheer physicality of Misa surprises you. You keep working your hand between your own legs—you won't come, not now, but the relief is sweet and needed.

As she stills, you pull off of her and wipe your mouth with the hem of your apron. Misa hasn't even opened her eyes yet, and her arm is still slung across her forehead. You pull her panties back up her legs and hope she isn't embarrassed.

“You're much better at this than Kiyomi-chan,” Misa yawns. “You can take direction.”

She rolls over onto her side. Her breathing is going back to normal—goodnight kiss was an apt description.

“Y/N-chan,” she says. “Please turn the light off before you go.”

You do. In the darkness, you hear Misa start to snore. Under the cover of night, you decide it's safe to slip into the bathroom and service your own needs.

[asexual-spongebob]

wail the siren incorrect quotes. 😭

Keef: *about Zim and Dib* They make a cute couple, huh?  Skoodge: They certainly are standing next to each other.

Zim: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Dib!

Dib: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

Dib: The stars are so beautiful...

Zim: They're just giant balls of gas.

Dib: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Zim: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Dib: Oh...

Keef: Why do you look like that?  Zim, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?  Keef: Like you’re dead.  Zim: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.  Skoodge: Zim accidentally called Dib “babe” in front of everyone today.  Zim: *sobs into the floor*

Keef: *sees Dib and Zim together*  Keef: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.  Skoodge: You mean... you ship them?

Gaz: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.  Tak: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.  Gaz: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??  Tak: Is it working?

Gaz: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.  Tak: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Tak: I’m in love with you.  Gaz: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.  Tak: I know.  Gaz: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Tak: Fight me!  Gaz: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*  Gaz: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Tenn : Are you sure Keef’s going to be able to handle that IKEA furniture? They’re not very good with technical stuff…  Skoodge: Why are you worried? IKEA was never complicated; these days, it’s even easier! Everything’s color coded, numbered, and there’s even an assembly robot option to make it even easier for Keef, which we’ve obviously opted in for. All they need to do is press the clearly labeled ON button, scan the QR code on the front of the box, and it’ll take care of the rest. Even a monkey could do it!  *Skoodge’s phone rings*  Keef: Hey, so I’m at Lowes…  Tenn : …  Tenn : I should have gone with the monkey.

Zim: Dib kissed me!  Keef : Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!  Zim: It was unbelievable!  Keef : Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!  Skoodge : Okay, we wanna hear everything. Keef , get the wine and unplug the phone. Zim, does this end well or do we need tissues?  Zim: Oh, it ended very well.  Keef : Do not start without me! Do not start without me!  Skoodge : Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?  Zim: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.  Skoodge : Ohh... So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back?  Zim: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.  Keef and Skoodge: Ohhh.  *meanwhile*  Dib eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed them.  Tenn: Tongue?  Dib: Yeah.  Gaz : Cool.

Keef : What time is it?  Skoodge : I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out  Skoodge : *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*  Tenn: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING  Skoodge : It’s 2 am

Mimi: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.  Gir, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Zim, tending to Dib's wounds: How would you rate your pain?  Dib: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Dib: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Zim: You always act stupid.

Zim: Wait.

Zim: Goodnight to the love of my life, Dib, and fuck the rest of y'all.

Gaz about Dib: he’s going to go jump in the water and cry now.

[sweet-thangman]

hey pretty boy too proud to say hi now that you’re whoring around with the prince?

you never respond to my hi’s. not politely at least…

doesn’t mean i don’t enjoy ignoring them. 

oh my apologies then… good evening jason…

…

as expected. goodnight, my good knight…

okay, okay, hello? shouldn’t you be helping clean up the ball?

shouldn’t YOU be helping clean up the ball? it’s YOUR engagement.

i’m on watch here? every night?

you know… your view of the hallway is completely obstructed by that column.

the only thing i’d have to miss behind that would have to be even smaller than you. 

i’m not THAT small. 

oh yeah? come get it…

HEY GIVE THAT BACK!!!  I DONT HAVE TIME FOR… DEMEANING CHILDISH GAMES! 

i suppose where you’re standing is… acceptable… i just was trying to be helpful.

hmph. word at the ball was that you left to chase the prince… i didn’t think he was your type. 

he’s actually an ex-ex prince…

wish he was the ex-ex-ex prince.

THAT’S TREASONNNN!

like the king hasn’t had the exact same thought… what’re you doing around his harem? i thought you at least cared about doing your job in addition to everyone else’s. 

people can have a sense of duty without sacrificing ALL semblance of fun. 

drinking until you pass out and sleeping in a strangers bed doesn’t seem like fun to me. 

and what would you consider fun? having the same dreary job for 8 years in a row?

9 years actually.

9 years. positively thrilling if you ask me… y’know, if you wanted to join, you could just ask.

i have a fiancée!— also, i don’t want to!!

mhm.

Good day sir here are the knights letters what do i look like an errand boy deliver them yourself fine just thought youd want to deliver them to your friends guess ill just have to go over there and tell them what a wonderful friend you are to me fine give em here oh my engagement present how is it oh um its really good actually thank you the guy who writes them is great at what he does i already have birds of the southern isles and finches around the world but i've never had an illustrated one before though mustve cost a fortune oh it was nothing im so happy youre enjoying it might be the best engagement present ive gotten the king got me a sword with his coat of arms on the pommel which is nice but its also what he got me for my graduation and im not really sure what to do with two swords wow im honored if we ever visit the provinces i can show you all the birds in real life im never gonna visit the northern provinces im needed here well i grew up in the north as a kid my memories not the sharpesg in the world but i could try and describe what they were like youre from the north i never wouldve guessed you seem like you sprang right into being a fully formed courtier well thank you i moved here when i was 7 so i had time to learn the ropes and lose my accent how about you oh uh well i was born in a nearby town i think or the king thinks im an orphan but ite completely fine i have a better life here than i could ever dream of with the king taking care of me and a job i love a job im good at so not as interesting as you thats way more interesting im glad you found a home here yeah are you in love with maya did she put you up to this she said we'd talk about this later no i swear im sorry if its a touchy subject no its fine i of course im in love with maya we're engaged id be the biggest fool in the world if i wasnt in love with her right i wouldnt know dont you fool around with a lot of guys i thought youd have figured out love by now thats nowher enear love sometimes if i want something from someone and they want a little intimacy in return well why would i turn thay down you shouldnt i mean you cant its not a currency you can exchange why not im cute even worse you have to use it responsibilty how do you know they dont think its love i dont wanna contaminate your big knightly brain

Sorry i did that all from memory i think a lot of that is wrong anyways JASONLOUIS IM CRYING GG O,,,,,...MMLL

[kittyfuckincheshire]

❤CUDDLES❤alastor x reader

You were new to he'll you died from suicide. You met Charlie one day while wandering around pentagram City. She told you about her hotel and you very excitedly agreed to join the wayward group on the journey to redemption. When you arrived at the hotel you met alastor when Charlie was giving you the tour. Charlie I was unaware we had a new guest. Oh hi alastor this is y/n. Hi. Well hello my dear my name is alastor I'm am one of the patrons of this fabulous hotel. Hi I'm y/n. Well alastor we must get going I still have a lot to show y/n. Well good bye alastor. Good bye my dear let me know if you need anything. I will thanks bye. After your encounter with a last or Charlie introduced you to the other guest/staff of the hotel.You and angel almost instantly became friends you and baggie were friends as well you also befriended husker he was kinda like that drunk friend with good advice and nifty was kinda like a little sister. You really enjoyed being at the hotel you loved it.you and alastor grew very close over the few months you had been there you noticed that he was very protective of you when around other demons and he treated you kinder and better than everyone You were starting to get a crush on him but you didn't say anything because you were scared he would not return your feelings and you would ruin your friendship with him.(TIME SKIP)sorry. It was late and you couldn't sleep so you headed down stairs to get a glass of water you bumped into alastor on your way back to your room. Hello my dear what are you doing up so late? Oh hi alastor I was just getting a glass of water I was kinda having trouble sleeping. Oh? Well sometimes I have nightmares about my past life you know my one on earth. Ah and do they trouble you? Somtimes... Okay a lot but its fine I'm fine. Hmm would you like me to keep you company until your tired again?. Oh um sure if its no trouble to you. Of course not my dear! Do you want to go back to my room? Alright. You walked back to your room with alastor in tow when you got to your room you walked in and got in bed alastor sat at the foot of your bed and y'all started to chat until you got tired. Hey al? Yes dear? Do you ever miss anything from your life on earth? Hmm well yes I'm miss my darling mother she was quite the lady I'm sure you would have liked here why do you ask? Well I miss my family that's what most of my nightmares are about they were amazing my mother was an amazing women I miss her the most she used to sing me to sleep when I was little when I lost her I was heart broken. I also miss my many brothers and sisters and my dad I think there all in heaven at least I hope so. Hmm scoot over. W-what?. Move over. Al are you sure? Yes. O-okay. He climbed in the bed with you and He grabbed you around the waist and then started spooning you. Y'all cuddled for a minute until he started humming your eyes started getting droopy and you slowly started to fall asleep. good night al. goodnight my dear. Hey al? Yes? I love you. I love you to MI amour.

I enjoyed writing this i've been having trouble sleeping and I thought some cute fluff with my favorite red deer would be cute well I hope you enjoyed it!byee

P.S. This is also my first fanfiction so please don't be to judgey I don't mind constructive criticisms but please no rude comments in the comment section. Have a good day!

[specksizedgoddess]

"hey can you check my teeth? i think i could something in them. hmm? oh come on i'm not gonna do anything, promise!" your catgirl roommate says while opening her maw in front of you, wanting you to climb in. you're all flustered and knowing how this could go fast. in her mumbled speech, "you see it? yeah pull it out. huh? yeah that's it. just pull it out and climb out". you do as she says & are disappointed but you don't let her know that. "thank you! aw are you okay? i won't make you do that again! it was just starting to hurt"

later in the day, she's eating food as you lay on top of her afternoon pancakes. she chuckles at you. "are you okay there? you know that's mine right? i can make you some if you really need me to!". you get flustered again and ask if she can just maybe eat around you. "uhh okay? it's a bit danger- okay. you just sit still though. you don't want me to accidentally eat ya now". you squirm in place as she eats all the pancake around you. "mmm that's good. only one more piece left, but i imagine you'd like that one. that's was an... interesting experience but glad i didn't gobble you up there". you are again disappointed as she goes to clean the dishes.

later in the night, "goodnight roomie! hope you get some nice rest!". she slowly falls asweep as you wait to get out of your bed and climb into hers. it's a bit of a trek, but you eventually get over to her maw as she sweeps on her side. she has her mouth open with her fangs vewy prominent as she snoozes. you walk close to her and... gently touch her tongue. but... "h-huh? o-oh roomie. what's wrong? did you get scared alone? you can sweep with me if you want". you stumble on your words a bit before you then admit that you want her to... put you in her mouth and swallow you. "huh?! why would you want that? it's not safe in there for you. why w- oh. was that why you were on the pancakes? i'm sowwy i didn't pick up". she then moves to sort of get down at your level under the covers, her mouth right in front of you as she speaks. "i really don't wanna eat you even if you do... maybe look tasty... and smell kinda yummy with whatever you put on... but you wouldn't make it in there! i just couldn't do it". you start to look a bit disappointed again and she notices. "hmm. how about this?". she then sticks out her tongue and wraps it around you and pulls you inside her mouth. "how's this? is this good enough?". you squirm around inside and she can hear your tiny squeaks. "mmm. you do taste good... really good actually... mmm". after a bit of sucking on you and forgetting about doing this for you since she's sweepy, she falls asweep. and then her gag reflex triggers. she swallows you.

you're sent down in her tummy where this is surprisingly not a lot of acid inside. you squirm and move around a lot, happy. in the morning, she wakes up and panics, realizing what she did. "oh roomie i-i'm so sowwy i couldn't resist... i-i... i hope at least you enjoyed your time. if you're still there, try to crawl out. i know it's messy but... it's fine if it means you live, right? right?"

(to be continued (unless you wanna leave it there)) <3

AHFHJAAJD GOSH I UM. YEAH <333

A catgirl roomate and a very, very horny speck- I'm sure nothing could go wrong!

Just imagining trying to have normal conversations, staring at her maw... how much I blush and scramble every time she does things like that~

And GOSH I. I love the idea of her finding out she enjoys it much more then she thought she did.... little hums of approval as she savours her midnight snack~

I need this so badly, you have no idea~

And ABHSHEHAH??? I. I'd crawl out if thats what she wanted.... it would certainly be an interesting experience :3

[via-rant]

Valgrace week 2023

Day 1: Spark/Jasons birthday

Leo took a breath as he stood in front of Jasons door before knocking. He stood up straight and waited in his red and black tuxedo that Piper practically begged him to wear, saying it was "his style".

(Begging is an overexageration. He wanted it. He gave in when she asked once after saying it was "too fancy" for a date.)

He held the cupcake and flowers in his hand taking another breath. Then the door opened revealing Jason in his tuxedo, his hair slicked back. They stopped and stared at each other for a second in admiration.

"Wow." They both said and blushed more. Leo took another breath and cleared his throat.

"You look very... manly." And he immediately regretted talking. Manly????

"I-I mean, you look! Nice!" He corrected nervously and Jason laughed. Leo blushed more in embarrassment.

"You know what? Let me start over. Can you just-" He started walking backwards but Jason grabbed his shoulder.

"No, no, sorry. It's uh... it's cute." He said and Leo raised an eye. Jason cringed.

"N-not like that! I think it's cute you love me. I mean I don't know if you love me! Well obviously you do, you-" It was Leo's turn to laugh.

"It's okay. I get it now. It is cute." He said and Jason smiled.

"You look nice too." He said and Leo smiled. He just wanted to kiss him senseless. Leo shook his head and held out the flowers and cupcake.

"Happy birthday superman." Jason took them and looked at him in confusion.

"But how am I supposed to hold your hand?" He asked and Leo could've died right there.

"Um... you could leave them here? They'll be there when you come back." Leo said and he knew Jason agreed when he ran inside and came back empty handed a minute later.

"Alright. You ready?" Jason asked excitedly and Leo nodded.

"Absolutely." They spent the night like any other date night asking questions about each other. Stuff they don't know. Making jokes or trying to. Leo paid and Jason rolled his eyes.

"Piper paid for all this didn't she?" Leo gasped.

"How dare you?! You have disrespected me and my hard work. We can never be!" He said walking away dramatically and Jason laughed but followed him.

"But my lord! I do love you so!" He said on one knee grabbing his hand.

"I'm sorry. But it is forbidden!" He said a hand on his forehead. It was quiet for a second before they started laughing not caring about all the eyes on them.

Leo helped him up and they walked back to Jasons apartment laughing, hand in hand. When they got back Leo stood in the doorway awkwardly.

"Um... I had fun." Jason said and he cleared his throat.

"Yeah! Yeah me too."

"Goodnight." Leo started walking away then he groaned.

"Wait! One more thing." He said turning around and Jason opened the door again.

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"O-oh..."

"Sorry! Sorry nevermind. I'll leave if you want."

"No! No please kiss me." He said and Leo placed his hands on either side of his face carefully, his heart melting when Jason leaned into it. And finally he kissed him. He kissed him. He finally kissed him. Jason kissed back hands on Leos waist.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Happy birthday."

[fallen-child-escapism]

Woober Rock:Chapter 2

Wembley hummed and mumbled all the way back to him and Gobo's cave. The walk wasn't long, of course, but anything to keep it from being a quiet trip. He quickly found himself home and walking through the door. Gobo was sitting on a stool playing his mandolin. "Heya Wembley, home so soon?", Gobo joked, of course. Wembley had been with Boober since the sun began to shine through the sun holes above the great hall. "har har", Wembley playfully shoved his brothers arm, causing him to totally mess up a note to the song he was playing. "Im spending the night", Wembley's tail wagged. Gobo rolled his eyes and laughed, "of Course. Guess that gives me an excuse to have a friend over" Wembley, who had began gathering his things in a crocheted bag(a gift from Mokey), suddenly stopped to give Gobo a look."Oh I wonder who! I assumed you would. I already told Boober you were having him over"

Gobo stopped strumming and rolled his eyes again, though this time his face was much more red. "Yeah? Were you that eager to sleep over with your little boyfriend? " Wembley paused, his tail twitched. "Boober is NOT my boyfriend", He huffed. Gobo snickered,"not yet. you sure wish he was" Wembley shuffled his feet, trying to come up with a snarky remark. All he could really think was, 'yeah, of course I do'. But there was no way he'd admit it to his brother, as much as they joked about it. "We're just close friends, I mean, I think we're close", Wembley tripped over his words and Gobo pat his shoulder to get his attention back, "I know bud, I'm just giving you a hard time. You may be bad at deciding but I'm almost certain you wouldnt pick a wet blanket like Boober to be your partner" Wembley looked at his feet. "uh-yeah Gobo. aha"

Wembley dug through his bag to check he had everything and said his goodbyes and goodnights to his brother before rushing back to Boobers den. He almost burst into the blue ones home before stopping himself and knocking against the piece of wood nailed into the stone wall. Inside, Boober rushed to draw back the curtain that separated him and his silly friend. "Hi Wembley ", he huffed. Wembley looked the shorter guy up and down. He was noticeably out of breath. "um...Hi-Hel-Hey Boober! Are you feelin' okay?" Boobers shoulders tensed, "who me? yes of course I'm fantastic! Come inside!", Boober fumbled and turned awkwardly as wembley walked in as to keep his backside, and more importantly, his tail out of sight of his chartreuse friend. Wembley barely noticed. He hung his bag up in its assigned spot on the wall and went to sit on Boobers "couch". The "couch" being a log with a plush blanket tossed over it. It was the ideal seating for the twos hobby of laundry watching.

"So whatcha been up to", Wembley smiled and Boober couldnt help notice the way his freckles seemed to glow in the candle light if the den. "O-oh, nothing, folded some sweaters, tidied up a bit" Wembley nodded and hummed a tune so he wouldn't have to decide what to respond. Boober took notice of this and shuffled to sit next to him. "Wembley uh, I want you to know ", he couldnt believe he was saying this," I really like spending time with you" Wembley's tail darted from side to side as Boober's words settled in. "I love spending time with you Boober!" Boober stared at Wembley through his hair, trying to find a hint he wasnt being genuine. But he couldnt. He relaxed his shoulders and allowed his tail to sweep back and forth against the floor. Wembley hummed and leaned back, catching a glimpse of Boobers tail. It had a sock covering the tip, but even through the sock he could see the faint glow of the shorter fraggles baloobius. Wembley loved noticing Boober's glow. He had supposedly seen it the most, based on what him and his friends have talked about. It made him feel special and drawn to the shorter guy that much more. Wembley yawned. Boober looked at him again, "tired?" Wembley didn't realize he was until this moment,"Yeah-sorry, I can stay up if you want?" Boober waved his paws in the air in front of him," no,no lets go to bed! I'm tired too"

Boober fluffed the pillows of his already perfectly made bed before carefully folding the blanket down to give Wembley the space to climb in. Any of their other friends, apart from Mokey, would probably have gotten impatient and ripped the blanket away from the bed for Boober. But Wembley just stood there and watched as Boober put the most work into such a simple task. And he admired him for it.

After Boober stepped to the side, Wembley knew it was his cue to climb into the soft mossy bed. He gently and carefully folded the blankets back over himself. "Your bed is always the comfiest Boober, I just don't know how you do it" Boober was setting up a pallet of sorts on the log couch. They alternated on who had the bed during their sleepovers and Wembley had to admit, the couch may be a good sitting place but it absolutely was not a good sleeping place. Wembley's stomach flipped," um, Boober?" Boober looked up,"yes?" Wembley bit the inside of his cheek,"Yknow, the bed is alot more comfortable than the couch, I wouldn't mind sharing with you." Boobers tail raised and he remembered he was trying to hide it. He spun around. "Oh no no no Wem its fine, I love sleeping on the couch!", That was a lie, Of course Boober wanted to sleep next to Wembley but that would be far too intimate. "Please Boober?", If he didnt agree Wembley would drop it but he knew for a fact Boober hated sleeping on the couch. Boober looked at the ground and back at Wembley and took a step towards the bed," Alright...if you really want me to...are you sure youre comfortable with it?" Wembley nodded quickly and smiled," Of course!", and with that he lifted the blanket for his buddy. Boober hesitated, really only thinking about how he didnt roll down the blanket like usual but he gulped and slowly climbed into bed.

And there they were. Wembley and Boober Fraggle, sleeping in the same bed.

[postwarlevi]

( ˃ᆺ˂) *clears throat* Elizaaa!

So... 😚😍🏝️ please hehe

happy neigh

Helloooo my friend!! OMG LOL you're too funny! Thank you for sending me these! Sorry I took some time to respond but I think I made up for it!

😚What was your first kiss like?

Ohhh Charlotte!! Um, I was a nervous wreck. Jean will lie and say he wasn't but he totally was too. We started as just friends and wasn't sure how the other was feeling but both felt a change at some point. I was invited to a work party and asked Jean to come with me. I didn't need a plus one but thought of him right away. He said yes and and even though I introduced him as a friend everyone kept saying what a nice couple we were. We went along with it and it felt natural and at the end of the night while making sure I got in okay, Jean said we do make a good couple and might as well make it official... that goodnight kiss was our first and I didn't sleep a wink all night LOL.

😍 When or how did you realize you fell in love with your f/o? How or when did your f/o realize they fell in love with you?

I don't know if there is one moment exactly but let's see... I feel like I knew way before I realized it, you know? Lots of little things like Jean being nice to animals, seeing him interact with his mom, seeing him interact with my crazy family. I was having a hard week and though I tried to hide it, I was at my wits end. That Friday night I came home and Jean had let himself in (he had permission of course) and had my cats fed and made dinner and dessert and had already cleaned up the dishes. He had my sheets and towels washed, he didn't do my clothes cause that's more personal. The place was vacuumed, basically all the regular chores I would've had to do were done so I could relax. He served dinner and let me pick out a movie. I could've cried because I was so drained and he did everything for me. I think I might've realized then I was in love with him.

Jean will say he was always in love with me, and he may have been. I think he likes that I can argue with him without getting really upset. That I love him mom and let her teach me how to make all his favorites. The first time I really saw his eyes shine though that I would say he really knew, was after a night out with friends where some of the guys were messing with him cause they know he'll get annoyed. Usually it's all in fun but I could see he wasn't into it. I knew if I said something they'd heckle him more so I faked sick and asked to leave. On the way home I told him they were just playing and not to listen to those idiots (and a few other choice words no one ever really hears me say that made me actually laugh). At home we settled down quick and I cuddled him and I told him I'd tell them to their faces next time if he wanted. I think that moment he knew I'd always be on his side and if he wasn't sure about the L word before, he was then. (And yes I did tell them how stupid they were next time and Jean didn't mind, he loved it actually).

We just know how to comfort each other :)

🏝️ What would a beach date with your f/o look like?

I think that's the one you meant? 🏖 close enough LOL. Anyway, Jean has to talk me into going to the beach, he loves it but I'm not into sand, salty water or wearing a bathing suit. But one day we wind up going and I wear a bathing suit under a sun dress and we pack some snacks and head out. We find a spot for our things and leave our shoes behind and walk along the beach together during early morning. He sees movement in the water and this fool jumps into the water while I yell at him for his safety and don't go further. Turns out it's just some fish and he swims about and gets me to come in up to my knees but doesn't push me more. Soon we go back to our spot and lay out on the blanket and eat our snacks as more people arrive to the beach. If I was going to swim that chance is gone because I'm shy about bathing suits and Jean doesn't mind. He sets up an umbrella so I can hang back and read and he goes back in the water a bit. I'm soon smiling and laughing watching a group of young kids talk him into games in the water. Then they all invite us to play some ball and build castles on the sand so I join in too.

Generally beach days go like this, but every once in a while I work up the nerve to show off my bathing suit and Jean will hold me and bring me out into the water. Then all I have to worry about are sharks and seahorses :D

Self ship asks

[legobatjoker]

okay wayy to late for me like 4am and my bodys so achy and a lot of um messy feelings desiciding they dont wnat to be hidden apparently i need to get to fucking bed so i wil now but before i do i really do just want to say that !!! i rly did have sm fun caling tofday love it really was soso wonderful and lovely to get the chance to i think and just like !! just to chat and call and talk about thing and like. hear ur voice and like ur thoughts on stuff and just to spend time with you my love and like. just you really are such an amazing friend to me and make me feel so loved and cared for and safe and warm with you my dearest and just knowing you and someone whos just as wonderful and talented and smart and kind and funny and thoughtful as you in just such a wonderful part of my life nd brings so much joy and light and happiness into it and i hope you know that i really do just feel so so lucky and grateful to know you and have you in my life my dearest i really, truly do, you really do just mean the world to me and i love you so so very much, goodnight love, i hope your days been good and that you sleep well love, ilysm 💞💗🌻🦋🐞🍓🍋🍊🐈💖✨

yeah naurr i rllyyy hope that u can get a lot of good sleep and rest in beloved !!! and yeah omggg i had sooo much fun callinggg like always ofc i mean as u said its just so wonderfult o hear ur voice and thoughts too and stuff and like you really just are suchhh an amazing lovely friend to me tooo and are just suchhhhh an incredible part of my life overall and u urself are such a wonderful person too like !! yah i also just feel sooo lucky to get to know youuu and yah u mean the world to me too and i love you sososooo much tooooo !! gnighttt<33<33

[theinvitation-bot]

🔪 -

A - After care. Do they take care of each other after sex? How ?

“I really love receiving but will give it to my partner as well, I’m sure they’d be tired too hehe”

C- Condoms. Do they use them ? Do they have a preference ( color, flavour, etc...)? Have they ever had an accident? Would they continue anyway, if they've forgotten/run out of them ?

“I didn’t know there was different colors. . . or flavors. . . but i um don’t use them, NOT because I don’t like them! i-i uh just haven’t had the chance?” “whatever my partner prefers is fine”

E - Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things? Is there something they'd like to try with their partner, but haven't had the chance yet ? Any experiments gone wrong ?

“I love trying new things! I might be shy at first but I’ll ease into it!” “I’ve been thinking of my partner manhandling me o-or maybe trying overstimulation?” “I had one go wrong once, it was by myself but I’d rather not say. . .” He blushes

F - First time. How was their first time together? Was any of them nervous ? Did it live up to their expectations ?

“Um well this is uh awkward” “i haven’t h-had it yet. . .”

K- Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship? Any favourite kind of kisses ? Do they have any rituals involving kissing ( never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc...)?

“I love kisses a lot, if my partner doesn’t kiss me at least 20 times a day I’ll cry” “i don’t care where but prefer lips or cheeks”

Y -Yucky. Is there something they find particular disgusting or unpleasant in regards to sex ? Something they'd absolutely refuse to do, even if the other really wanted it ? Have they already denied the other some kinks because of this?

“I don’t really like blowjobs or degrading. I don’t think there’s anything else!”

Z - Zones. What are their most erogenous zones ? Does their partner know all of them ? Do they make sure to stimulate each other in said zones ?

“Usually m-my tummy or when my partner caresses my cheek. It always makes me shutter and weak in the knees” “just my partner looking at me makes me weak”

(It’s okay no worries 😌🫶🏻)

🍎 ｡:*• ─ SEXY ABC.    ›    ( a list of questions, from A to Z, to help develop some headcanons about our muses. most questions are nsfɯ, so please make sure you’re not a minor and read at your own risk ! )

send a pairing + one or more letters for some headcanons regarding our muses’ sex life !

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ?

B ─ Breeding. Is this one of their kinks ? Do they often have unprotected sex ? Have they ever had any pregnancy scares ?

C ─ Condoms. Do they use them ?  Do they have a preference ( color, flavour, etc… ) ? Have they ever had an accident ?  Would they continue anyway, if they’ve forgotten/run out of them ?

D ─ Dreams. A wet dream my muse has had about yours, and whether they’d want to make it come true.

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ?  Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ?  Any experiments gone wrong ?

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ?  Was any of them nervous ?  Did it live up to their expectations ?

G ─ Games. Do they play any games involving sex  ( like adult board games, throwing dice to decide what’s their next position, engaging in roleplay, food play, etc… ) ?

H ─ Humour. Are they the kind to share a laugh during sex ?  Has something funny already happened to them ( breaking the bed, one of them falling off the couch, funny noises, etc… ) ?

I ─ Infidelity. Has any of them ever cheated on their partner ?  Whom have they cheated with ?  If not, is it something they could do ?  If yes, have they told them or has the other found out ?  Could they forgive and forget ? 

J ─ Jewellery. Do they own any sexy jewellery  ( like butt plugs with rhinestones, piercings in intimate areas, cock rings, collars, etc… ) ?  What do they think about it ? 

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship ?  Any favourite kind of kisses ?  Do they have any rituals involving kissing ( never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc… ) ?

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie ?  What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest ? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in  ( like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc… ) ?  Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them ?

M ─ Masturbation. Do they engage in it ?  Together or alone ?  Do they enjoy watching their partner masturbating ?  Do they use any toys, or just their hands ?

N ─ Nudes. Do they send them to each other ?  Do they save them on their phones ?  Do they keep them to themselves, or do they show them to their friends ?  Have they ever sent one to a wrong number ?  

O ─ O’clock. What time do they usually have sex  ( mornings, late at night, during lunch break, etc… ) ?  Are they usually in a rush, or do they take their time ? How about on weekends / holidays ?  

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ?  Were they caught ?  Do they have a favourite public place to do it ?

Q ─ Questions. Is there anything they’d like to ask their partner, but never had the courage to ?  Any questions they’d rather avoid ?  Do they discuss everything as a couple, or are there any taboo themes ?

R ─ Recording. Have they ever filmed themselves having sex ?  Did they watch it together afterwards ?  Has anyone else seen their videos ? 

S ─ Spanking. Is this one of their kinks ?  If yes, who’s the spanker and who’s the spankee ?  Any favourite positions ?  Do they use just the hand or any other spanking implements  ( like the paddle, belt, whip, hairbrush, etc… ) ?

T ─ Turn ons & offs. What do they do to turn each other on ?  Is there something the other does that turns them off ?  Have they told them about it ?

U ─ Unusual. What’s the most unusual place they’ve had sex at/in ?  Was it a good experience ?  Would they repeat it ?  Is there an unusual place they’d like to try ?

V ─ Video call. Have they ever shared a sexy moment with each other during a video call ? What were the circumstances ( long distance, trying to cheer up/tease the other while at work, etc… ) ?  Did they enjoy it ?

W ─ Walk of shame. Has one of them  ( or both )  ever done a walk of shame  ( trying to leave the place the other shared with roommates/family members unnoticed but being caught ) ?  How was it ?  What were the reactions ?

X ─ X-rated. Do they watch any x-rated movies ( porn ) ?  Together or alone ?  Do they have a favourite type ?  Do they try to reenact them afterwards ?

Y ─ Yucky. Is there something they find particular disgusting or unpleasant in regards to sex ? Something they’d absolutely refuse to do, even if the other really wanted it ?  Have they already denied the other some kinks because of this ? 

Z ─ Zones. What are their most erogenous zones ?  Does their partner know all of them ?  Do they make sure to stimulate each other in said zones ?

☕️ ㅤ

[moemoemammon]

yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

[rainnycloudstorm]

Be Still…

H/C with Brahms Heelshire X Y/N

Warnings: NSFW! 18+ only!!, and some Fluff towards the end.

Request From: @razallcool

Note: I’m still very new with writing; I have short-term memory loss and ADHD, so some spelling, grammar, punctuation may be a little off. So please be nice. ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ 

It hasn't been long after Brahms showed himself to you; you weren't entirely comfortable around his presence just yet. You weren't even sure why you stayed, maybe because fear took a big part of it or the fact you felt bad for Brahms. You stood there in the kitchen making dinner. Brahms was, of course, somewhere in the walls waiting for you to finish cooking. Once you laid his plate at the head of the table, you heard him making his way out of the walls, walking into the kitchen, sitting down. “H-Hello Brahms,” you spoke softly, but it still made him jump slightly. I guess you both weren't used to each other's company. “Um...” you cleared your throat, also keeping your distance. “After you finish eating, it will be time to get ready for bed.” Brahms looks at you. His eyes look a bit darker than usual, which sends a shiver down your spine, but he nods once he finishes eating. He stands up, placing the plate in the sink. “Okay, let's get ready for bed.” You stick your hand out for him to hold; you watch him shakily grab it, following your lead to his bedroom. He can be so shy it's honestly really adorable. Once you make it to the bedroom, he sits on his bed, looking up at you. “Okay, Brahms, you know how this goes. Under the covers.” You say sternly after a few moments of silence. “I want to sleep with you...” He continued to look at you; you stood there slightly flushed, but you knew how the rules went, and you certainly weren't about to break them to make this the new norm sleeping was practically the only time you got privacy and well using the bathroom of course. “No, Brahms, you need to sleep in your bed.” He looked to the floor then slipped under the blankets. You bent down, tucking him in, then placing a kiss on his porcelain mask after he asked to sleep with you. The goodnight kiss felt different. Once you changed into your sleep shirt and slid into your bed, you almost immediately fell asleep, but almost as soon as you greeted dreamland, you got woken up from the filling of an arm wrapped around your waist. You only slightly shifted when Brahms grip got extremely tight, almost painful. You moved your hand, gripping tight to the mattress; you heard him whine “B-Brahms...” you stammer, “Stop moving.”

Once he spoke, it wasn't in the childish tone he usually always used; this was deep. You laid there as still as you could, although you were scared, still gripping tight to the mattress, your knuckles white. You didn't want to risk moving, not knowing what the outcome could be. When you felt his grip loosen, his hand running up your stomach, then to one of your breasts, cupping it gently, you instantly gasp from the sudden contact his arm then wrapping around your waist just as tight as before. “Brahms… What are you doing? You need to go to bed.” silence fell in the room; the only thing you could hear was him breathing his breath, hitting the back of your neck.

You could feel the heat between your thighs rise. You cautiously decide to shift to get in a comfortable position; he grunts soon after he flips you to your back, his hands on both sides of your head on the mattress. “Please… Stop moving.” His eyes were utterly dark but glossy “O-okay…” He moved his hand to your back, moving you up just slightly and then back up your stomach, gently running it up, grabbing one of your breasts again. You couldn't help but sigh in pleasure; the heat between your thighs began to feel unbearable. You wanted him. You wanted to touch him, but he told you to be still, so you kept your word; just watching his every move, he sat up, his crotch pressed into your knees, his hands shakily lifting your shirt, revealing your breasts the sudden change in temperature makes your nipples hard. He sighs in pleasure; looking at your body, you can feel his member getting hard between your knees, his hands groping your breasts, hips beginning to shift slowly into your knees, the pool in your panties getting hotter, without even thinking your hips roll in wanting. He instantly saw your movement, one hand quickly gripping your throat, not too tight to hurt you but tight enough to make you stop moving. He kept it there, the other hand sliding down from your breast to meet the inside of your underwear. His hands were still shaking, his fingers rubbing, trying to find your sweet spot watching your face once your eyes closed when he caressed over your clit. He kept the attention there. You could feel the knot form in your stomach, your release drawing closer, but he stopped abruptly you opened your eyes. He was almost ripping at his button zipper in hesitation to get his dick once it was out; he grabbed the corner of your underwear, ripping them down, spreading your legs apart, then holding them, wrapping them around himself. His hands pressed behind your thighs, his fingers leaving dimples in your skin. That's when you felt the pressure of him sliding inside you. “Ah fuck... Y/N.” He dropped his body, his head resting in the crook of your neck you kept ultimately still his hands dropping your legs to wrap around your back in an embrace as each thrust was slow but hard; you bit down on your bottom lip to muffle the sounds of moaning his thrusts beginning to get sloppy and fast his moaning louder you knew he was close to his climax, and so were you. In one last thrust, you finally hit your release, your insides clenching around his dick. “O-oh! F-fu-.” His fingers digging into your back, body trembling, cumming deep inside you. He laid there for a few moments before plopping beside you, his arm over your waist, holding you close. “Brahms?” He looked at you. You sighed with a small smile, placing a hand on his masked cheek, which made him jolt a bit. “It's okay, Brahms... We will need to learn to get used to being around each other.” He nodded in agreement; you stayed that way until you knew he was asleep; slowly moving your hand away not to wake him, you soon fell asleep as well. Things would now be different between you two but in the best ways possible. He loves you but needs to get used to having you around.

[killemwithkawaii]

Sal who’s insecure abt how much he sweats when he’s nervous but doesn’t realize (y/n) really likes how he smells…jus the lil cat and mouse game of Sal trying his hardest to keep some distance but (y/n) keeps getting closer 💕 letting Sal borrow one of your jackets or sweaters bc he gets cold so easily but then he starts nervous sweating bc it smells like you and it’s still warm from your body heat…

and then it’s a stand-off where Sal keeps insisting on taking the jacket home to wash before returning but YOU keep insisting that it’s fine and you’ll just take it, and neither of you can admit your ACTUAL reasons—sal, who doesn’t wanna admit that he fuckin soaked that poor jacket bc of how flustered he got, and you, who REALLY doesn’t wanna confess that you know he sweated through the jacket and that’s exactly WHY you want it w/o washing it 💕 amazing

[CW: ns/fw grapefruit, unsanitary, kewk overshares]

>Okay so i gotta say based on your asks I feel like we are kindred spirits in kink because I have hinted at/ sparsely mentioned some stuff I'm into on the blog here and there but haven't gotten many bites before, but you… you get me bro. truly, a fellow man of taste /p 😎🍻

>I say all that bc SCENT/SWEAT KINK GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (AND there's mutual pining too???) UM YES TO THIS IMAGINE 100000% [THANK YOU FOR ALL THE GOOD-SMELLING FOOD] 😩🙏💖💦💦💦

>Speaking as someone who has cosplayed as him, it is more than likely that Sal is a pretty sweaty guy bc it is hot af under that mask, and paired with the long-sleeve sweatshirt and skinny jeans and his nervous shvitzing? Fucking forget it man his default is 'a little damp' and he comes home straight-up soggy in the summer time lmao

>But! I think he tries to bathe daily (when his mental health allows), so he usually doesn't stink. Most of the time, he's got a combination of 'dat Good Natural Man Smell' + 'the deoderant that is failing to fully cover it up' going on (AKA the Good Stuff) though it can get a little strong if he didn't reapply half way through the day...;;;

>Yup catch me ripping that sweaty jacket off of him and using it as a pillowcase for the next week lmao goodnight~ 🛌💤💕

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

[sunmoonandeddie]

and he kissed me right here

pairing: modern!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 6,100

summary: I've always been sure that all I ever wanted was a glamorous life.

warnings: Cuss words, mentions of the Afghanistan war (Bucky is a veteran), angst, happy ending, cheesy romantic confessions, age gap

a/n:  This is based on the song 'Stars and the Moon' from Songs for a New World! It's the first one shot in my musical series! This is written in first perspective, but there is no physical description or use of a name in this!

Twenty-Two

I sighed as I tossed a few more dirty plates into the dish window, wiping my brow. After a shitty dinner rush and an even shittier rush around two in the morning consisting only of drunk ass college kids looking for some sort of carb to suck up all the alcohol in their systems, I was ready to go the fuck home.

“Sweetheart, you head on home now,” the head chef insisted as he watched my head nod slightly as I tried my best to fight off sleep. “Ain’t nobody comin’ in before Melissa gets here. No point in you staying on your feet any longer.”

Louis was a godsend. At sixty-seven years old, you’d think he would rather be anywhere but a diner at almost four in the morning.

“Nah,” he had said when I’d asked him a few months after I’d first started. “My Ginny died a few years back, and since she’s been gone, I don’t really have the stomach to sit around that house all alone.” He had laughed, but there’d been a deep sorrow that had come over his deep brown eyes. “Kids are worried, but… Sleeping the day away is better than laying up at night staring at her side of the bed…”

“You sure, Lou?” I asked even as I headed for the back room where all the employees clocked in and kept their possessions in their own little cubbies. I did my checkout in view of the security camera, just like always. I didn’t want anyone to be able to say I stole anything.

Everyone who knew me knew that I wouldn’t, but I’d worked at two many places where the girls tried backstabbing each other and sabotaging everyone else to get them fired.

Though people were a lot nicer in Louisiana than any of the other places I’d lived.

Louis chuckled as he set a to-go box in the window, nodding towards it. “Mmhm. Long as Buck is getting you home safe.”

I gave him a joking eye roll as I took the to-go box gratefully, grinning at my name written in all caps with green Sharpie on top. “You know you don’t have to make me dinner every night.”

“Yes, I do,” he said, shooting me a look. “How else do I know you’re getting enough food in you, huh?” He pointed his rag at me. “Now you go ask him to get you home. Tell him I said he can clock out, and that he’s supposed to text me when he sees you safe inside. You better not say you’re gonna ask him again just to walk yourself home.” The old man shook his head as I headed for the back door, muttering to himself, “Damn girl thinks I’m gonna believe she’s feeding herself good enough when she’s risking her damn ass walking home alone.”

Despite the fact that I’d put off asking for Bucky Barnes’s service, I really did appreciate how fiercely Louis cared about me.

It had been a real long time since anyone had cared so much.

I hesitated at the back door of the diner, my hand resting against the cool metal.

What if he said no?

Granted, he most likely wouldn’t. But what if he said yes, and he secretly thought me some dumb little girl that couldn’t take care of herself?

What did I care if he thought that?

“I don’t care what he thinks of me,” I huffed as I straightened my shoulders, holding my chin a little higher.

“Stop talking to yourself and get going!”

I jumped in surprise, before shooting a glare in the direction of the kitchen. “Stop listening in on my private conversations!” I demanded before storming outside with new found vigor.

Only to freeze when Bucky looked up from where he was sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette.

God, he was handsome.

“You okay, doll face?” He asked, his New York accent a sharp contrast to the southern drawls you were used to.

“Um… Y-Yeah,” I said faintly, glancing back at the door that I’d come in from. “Um… L-Louis wants me to ask you… Can you walk me home? Or give me a ride? I don’t… I don’t know if you drive…”

“I do drive.”

“O-Oh. Okay. Great.”

“But I don’t have my car on me.”

I peered at him curiously. “Oh. Um… I can just walk by myself. I don’t wanna… I don’t wanna be a nuisance…”

He stood up, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. “Don’t be ridiculous, darlin.’ Come on. I’ll walk you.” He shoved his hands in his pockets as he began to head for the street. “Besides… It’s a real nice night.”

“Oh…,” I said in surprise at how ready he was to be of service. “Okay. But only if you’re sure.”

A faint smile graced his lips as he glanced at the ground, letting out a faint chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m sure, darlin.’ But you gotta lead the way.”

I was surprised by the rapid pitter patter of my heart beat as we walked side by side down the street, the chorus of ‘Yellow Brick Road’ getting stuck in my head on a loop.

Bucky was an enigma that I found myself wondering about more often than not, but I always ended up talking myself out of going there. After all, he was an older man. A much older man. At least fifteen years older than my own twenty-two years, or something along those lines, not that he looked it. The man looked like some kind of rugged Greek god. Like Hades if Hades was born in the eighties. His dog tags clinked together under his shirt as we walked, his metal prosthetic glinting in the moon.

“So how did you end up in NOLA?”

It took me a moment to even realize that he was talking to me, my heart skipping a beat and my face going hot in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked.

His bright blue eyes flickered over to look me over. “How’d you end up in New Orleans?”

“I actually don’t know,” I snorted, avoiding his eyes as I kicked at a few broken up pieces of asphalt. “I just… Picked a bus ticket and ended up in one of the Carolinas. Then I picked another bus ticket and ended up in Minnesota. And then I picked another, and another, and another, and then I actually just… ended up here.” The months I’d spent alone on those Greyhounds felt both so long ago and also like it was just yesterday. “The diner was the first place someone recommended for food that’s good but cheap, and as I was eating my mountain of cheese fries, I saw the flyer that said they were hiring. So here I am now…”

“Huh,” he said, his brows furrowed. “I didn’t take you for the type of person to run off on your own… riding buses all over the country…”

Head tilting to the side, I gave him a long look. “You didn’t? What kind of type did you peg me for?”

Bucky gave me a long look, a single brow raised as though silently telling me that I jumped to conclusions. “Just that jumping from place to place can take a lot outta someone,” he said slowly, his voice low and soothing. “Hell, if you were my girl—” He broke off as his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, his long hair falling in his face.

I swore my heart had stopped inside of my chest, and I swallowed thickly around the lump in my throat. “Oh?”

He rushed to try to correct his wording. “I-I just mean, a lady should be comfortable. And if I had a g-girl like you, well… You’d never want for anything,” he stammered, stumbling over his words like a flustered school boy. “Hell, I… I’d give you the stars and the moon…”

I was shocked into silence, staring up at him like he was the sun itself. “Bucky…”

“No, no, don’t say anything. I… I know that was a lot,” he insisted quietly, unable to meet your eyes as he stared up at the shitty apartment building you called home. “Hell, you probably don’t want a gross old man hitting on you.” His metal hand, glinting in the low light of the street lamp, reached up to brush against my cheek for just a moment before it quickly dropped. “Just let me walk you home each night so I can make sure you’re safe, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out, unable to take my eyes off of him as he took a few steps back.

There’s a somewhat playful smirk on his lips as he watched me stumble up the steps, continuously glancing back at him. “Goodnight, baby doll.”

“Goodnight,” I said, barely audible before I finally headed inside.

Bucky kept his word. He walked me home every night, and honestly, there wasn’t a moment that I wasn’t thinking about what he had said, about if I was his girl.

What if I was his girl?

But… with that meant I’d have to give up the life I’d dreamed for myself. I wanted luxury, to never worry about bills or where I was gonna get my next meal or if I could afford to buy the nice work shoes or if I could only get the cheap ones that would fall apart in three months and then I’d just be right back where I started.

I wanted the life that celebrities lived. Hell, I wanted to go to parties on the same yachts the Kardashian-Jenners did, even if I couldn’t fucking stand them.

And with Bucky… I wouldn’t have that.

“So why’d you go on the run anyway?” Bucky asked one night as we sat on the curb, eating ice cream in the Louisiana heat. “I know you told me how you got here, but you’ve never told me why.”

“You’ve never told me how you ended up here or why either,” I shot back, nudging his shoulder with my own.

Somehow the age difference seemed non-existent as we sat there. Honestly, I felt like we were just a bunch of dumb teenagers, shooting the shit and enjoying each other’s company.

Bucky took in a deep breath, his shoulders sinking in a way that made it look like he had all the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I was over in Afghanistan for a long time,” he admitted quietly. “When the war first started, I was 19. I had no idea where my life was going and I had no options except my dad’s mechanic shop. So I enlisted with my best friend, Steve. The one I told you about.”

It’s completely silent except for the sound of an occasional car horn off in the distance.

“Neither one of us knew what we were doing. We realized very quickly that we had no reason being over there, but… but there was nothing else,” he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. The ice cream he was holding was melting in his trembling hands. “I didn’t know how to do anything else, so I stayed. Steve moved up in the ranks, but I stayed pretty low… I didn’t mind. Kinda liked being the older guy all those young kids could talk to, could rely on… Because they were just like me, getting into a fight that wasn’t theirs because they had nothing else.”

My heart was shattering inside my chest as I scooted a little closer, my knee knocking against his as I tried to give him some sort of silent comfort. He’d been through Hell and made it through.

Bucky let his head rest against mine, his eyes closing as he breathed in the scent of my perfume. “They eventually moved me to some kind of specialized team… Called us the Howling Commandos. I found out that Steve was heading it and he picked me to be part of it. That’s how I met Sam, because he was on some sort of similar team with the Air Force, except it was just him and his friend, Riley,” he continued, taking a bite of his chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. “I am proud to say that I didn’t kill a single person while I was over there. I just couldn’t. Hell, they’re people just like me, terrified and unsure of what’s going to happen.” His lips pressed against my forehead, letting it linger. “But then about five years ago, I was on a mission with the Commandos, Sam, and Riley, and… this bomb went off while we were playing a game of soccer. I wasn’t even in a fight. That thing took my arm and it took Riley.”

Tentatively, I let my fingers find his, holding his hand and squeezing reassuringly.

“Sam decided to come home with me.” There was a forlorn look in his eyes, as though he was right back at that game of pick-up soccer. “After losing Riley… he couldn’t find a reason to be over there. And then Steve decided to stay, and hell, he’s still over there, leading that fucking team…” Glassy baby blue eyes finally found mine, the both of us doing our best to not cry. “I couldn’t face my family for a long time, so Sam asked me to come stay in Louisiana with him and his family, and I haven’t left since.”

“Have you gone to see your family?” I asked slowly, almost like I was scared I’d frighten him if I spoke too loudly, like a wild animal. “Let them know where you are? That you’re safe?”

He turned to look at me, his baby blues shining. “You worried about me, baby doll?”

“I can’t help it,” I said honestly, unable to tear my eyes away. I hadn’t opened up to someone like that in so damn long. “I can’t help but worry about you.”

The way that I felt about Bucky absolutely terrified me, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. It snuck up on me, like a train coming around a bend.

I hated it.

“What do you want out of this life?” Bucky asked on one walk home, his arm linked in mine. He’d become so much more… tactile. If anyone took a moment to look at us, they’d think we were a couple on a romantic stroll.

Perhaps we were.

But I couldn’t help but grin as I looked up at the sky, taking in the warm air. “I wanna live like how the movie stars do… I want a big house on the beach and twenty cars and a yacht and… and…”

He looked at me long and hard. “And you never wanna have to worry about where your next meal is coming from, if you’re gonna have a place to sleep at night…”

For some reason, I’d felt a bolt of panic over whether or not he’d understand. Whether or not he’d think differently of me, but I should’ve known that he wouldn’t. Hell, he knew me better than anyone else.

“You understand,” I said quietly, my hand squeezing his bicep gratefully. “I want to live how the other half lives for once. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

A small smile graced his features as we shuffled along. “There isn’t. But… What about love?” He asked.

“Love?”

“Love.”

Love.

Could I even have love? Did I want it?

“I don’t know if there’s a lot of room for love in my plans,” I admitted after a long moment. “In my experience, love has always just been a lie. A word used to manipulate and eventually abuse.”

Letting out a snort, he let his fingers tickle down my tricep until his fingers intertwined with mine. “I’d show you it’s not… I’d show you what real love is,” he said. “I’d give you every part of me, give you all my strength to help you grow into who you wanna be, even if I don’t particularly care about being famous or rich…” He brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I’ll give you a love story, a life, that’s a million times better than any recycled Hollywood plot… I’ll give you the stars and the moon, if you would just let me.”

I hated the way that he made my heart beat faster, the way my breath hitched. “Jamie,” I breathed out quietly, the two of us having stopped in our tracks to just… take each other in. Live in each other’s presence for a moment. “I…”

“You want a big life… one a lot bigger than little old me,” he said simply, shrugging. His blue eyes were so honest, so loving. So warm. A warmth I hadn’t ever experienced before. “I know. But that doesn’t change that I’m in love with you. And if you ever change your mind…” Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, pressing it into my free hand. “This is where you can find me. I figure it’s time for me to go home.”

We’d come to a stop in front of my building, and I was shocked at how tight my chest felt. My eyes watered as I stared at him long and hard. “Jamie, please… I⏤”

“Don’t say it. It’s okay,” he insisted as he cupped my cheek, letting his thumb run over my skin as though he was memorizing it. “I just want you to be happy, darling. You got that?” His lips pressed to my forehead, letting it linger. “Go get that life you’ve been dreaming of.”

Twenty-Three

I left New Orleans the next day, grabbing a bus ticket after throwing all of my belongings into my old duffel bag. It was time to move on.

But God, did it hurt.

I didn’t stop crying for weeks, fighting the urge to go right back to Louisiana and tell Bucky to take it back, to get him to beg me to stay with him.

But what kind of life would that leave me with? Working in the diner day after day? Never getting anywhere?

But you’d have James, a voice inside my head reminded me snarkily.

Then again, he most likely wasn’t even in New Orleans anymore, if what he said was true when he gave me the business card of his father’s mechanic shop. Was he really planning on going home to New York City?

A few months later, and I’d worked my way all through the southwest to Santa Fe, where I met Pietro.

My heart was pounding as I pressed in the familiar numbers, having memorized them from the business card now soft and faded from how often I held it in my hands like a lifeline. “Come on… Pick up… Pick up…”

“Barnes Tires and Motors, this is George,” a man said in a gruff voice when he finally picked up. “How can I help you?”

“H-Hi, is James there? James Barnes? Bucky?” I stammered out, hands trembling so bad that the old payphone was almost rattling.

There was a pause, and then muffled talking away from the phone.

And then I heard it being picked up. “This is Bucky,” he said.

It felt like the wind had been knocked right out of my lungs. How had I gone so long without hearing his voice?

Breathing in sharply, I tried to figure out the words to say. But my throat was dry and it was like I’d suddenly forgotten the entire English language.

That was all that it took for Bucky to realize it was me. “Baby doll? Baby doll, is that you?” He asked quietly. “I…” He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “You don’t gotta say a thing, sweetheart… But just know that if you’re in trouble or you need help or… or anything at all, you better call me…” His voice wavered, as though he was fighting tears just like I was. “God, I miss you so much, baby doll. I love you.”

I love you, too.

I hung up before I could actually say the words. “God, I’m so fucking stupid,” I whispered as I leaned back against the wall of the gas station I’d found myself at, rubbing the heels of my hands into my eyes.

My dumb ass had decided to wander from the bus station, and I’d walked over a mile away. Unless I was staying in Santa Fe for a bit, I’d need to start making my way back.

“You okay?”

In my distress, I hadn’t even heard the rumbling of the motorcycle or noticed the handsome man making his way to me. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” I said even as I wiped my nose with a pathetic sniffle.

He eyed me for a long moment, his eyes roaming over my figure. “You hungry? I know a great little place nearby. My treat.”

And well, I was never one to turn down free food.

Even if that ‘little place’ ended up being a food truck.

“You know, when you said it was a little place, I didn’t picture it having wheels,” I said teasingly, licking salsa off of my lower lip. “Though, it is the best food I’ve ever gotten from a food truck before.”

“Oh, come on. This is the best food of all time!” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” I snorted, finishing off my flautas.

Pietro looked at me long and hard. “So, are you gonna tell me what the hell was going on to have a pretty girl like you all teary eyed?” He asked, his head tilting to the side.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Was this your plan all along?” I asked. Wiping my hands off on a napkin, I did everything I could to avoid his eyes. “Get me all fed and then question me?” But at the same time, the thought of being able to finally talk to someone about it was so appealing… After a long moment of hesitation, I finally gave in. “I fell in love with a man, and he let me go because he knew that I want a life he can’t give me,” I said. “And I was a bitch who didn’t even tell him I love him back when he said it to me.”

Pietro took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “Damn. You really are a stone cold bitch, aren’t you?”

“Hey!” I indignantly threw a chunk of tomato at him, glaring. “I just opened up my heart, you dickwad.”

“Dickwad?!” He said, blinking at me in shock. “No one’s ever called me a dickwad before.”

I raised a single eyebrow at him. “Maybe not to your face, but they definitely have.” He gave off the vibe of a fuckboy, of a really, really bad fuckboy.

“Well, since you’re running away from your feelings, how about you spend a week or two with me on the road?” He asked with a grin.

I couldn’t help but blink at him in shock. “What?” I let out a laugh, pulling one of my legs up to my chest. “Do you throw that line out to every girl you meet? Or am I just special?”

Pietro threw a chip at me, and I barely managed to dodge it. “No, I don’t. But… You remind me of me. Needing adventure. A life bigger than four walls and a fence.”

Instinctively, I wanted to snap back that sometimes, four walls and a fence could be an adventure, could be the biggest life there was, as Bucky’s face flashed across my mind.

But I couldn’t do that. Not when I wasn’t ready to face the truth myself.

“Come on, sweet cheeks,” he teased as his foot hooked around mine. “Just think of it. The open highway, a rhythm beneath your feet… Nights full of passion and days of adventure…” Pietro’s voice was deep and husky, as though he was trying to lure me in. “No strings… just warm summer rain soaking us to the bone before we find some cheap motel to huddle down in…”

Plastering on a smile, I stood up and brushed myself on. “Thanks, but… I’d rather be drinking champagne, and the quicker I get to LA, the sooner I will be.”

He let me go with a kiss on the cheek and his cell number pressed into my hand, with a promise to come and pick me up the second I rang.

And despite how sweet he was, how wild and funny and charismatic, there was only one man I wanted to call.

Twenty-Four

I sipped at my martini as I sat at the rooftop bar, absentmindedly watching the television that was mounted on the wall as people droned around me. I’d been in Los Angeles for a year, and I’d spent my time finding the best places to find a husband who could give me the life I dreamed of.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, it took connections to build a career, and the best way to get a foot in the door when nepotism was so rampant was by marrying someone in the industry.

My silk dress was the most expensive thing I owned, something I’d saved up for months for, had skipped meals for. And fuck, was it worth it. I could feel the stares, the lingering gazes on the little bit of thigh that was exposed by the slit in the dress.

I’d already turned away several men, able to tell just from their expensive watches and cheap suits and shoes.

It was amazing how all the up and coming finance bros thought they fit in with the truly big dogs.

“Well, hello, gorgeous.”

I turned to see who was speaking, my heart skipping a beat when I realized who I was speaking to.

The world famous (or infamous) director, Tony Stark.

“Hello, handsome,” I said smoothly, my lashes fluttering innocently as I took a sip of my horrible drink.

I fucking hated martinis. Always had.

But ordering a martini was more sophisticated than ordering a frozen strawberry margarita.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked as he motioned to the empty bar stool right next to me, even as he was already sitting down. “Let me buy your next round.”

“I can’t think of anything better,” I said, feeling as though my dream life was already in reach.

Twenty-Eight

“Tony, where are you taking me?” I laughed as I let my boyfriend lead me to the private dock at our Malibu mansion.

Well, his mansion. I just happened to also live there.

It had been a whirlwind of a year since I had met Tony, and he’d bought me that second round. He’d taken me all over the globe, anywhere my heart desired.

But I made sure to avoid New York City, though he never understood why. I would never tell him.

Not when I was so close to my dream. I could practically taste it.

“Come on, come on. I have a surprise for you,” he said, keeping his hands over my eyes. He was sure to keep me from tripping and busting my ass, thank god.

The ocean waves were so comforting as they hit the shore, a sound I’d gotten used to over the past year.

He finally brought me to a stop, quietly telling me to keep my eyes closed. “Okay,” he said finally. “Open them.”

My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the bright light of the California sun. But I was more shocked by the sight of Tony on one knee in front of me, holding out a box with a sparkling diamond ring in it. “Tony?”

The ring was the size of a fucking meteor. It was easily the biggest ring I’d ever seen.

“You know, I never thought I’d meet someone like you,” he said quietly, his dark eyes shining. But his voice was steady. “Someone who understands me, who doesn’t expect me to change into someone I’m not. You accept me as I am, and that’s why I want to give you the world.” He couldn’t help but grin as he nodded to the right. “Starting with that yacht you’ve always dreamed of.”

I hadn’t even noticed that there were two yachts at his private docks instead of just the one. The new one had SS Princess emblazoned on the side, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh… Tony…”

“So, what do you say?” He asked, bringing my attention back to him. “Will you be my wife?”

“Yes.”

Thirty-Two

Swallowing nervously, I looked down at the business card in my hand for the millionth time, the stock paper soft from how often I’d looked at it in the past ten years.

Hell, just how often I’d looked at it in the past six should’ve made it fall apart by now. Not that I didn’t have it memorized.

I’d finally ended my marriage after being miserable for so long. I’d gotten my yacht, my fancy houses, my career, all the jewelry that I could dream of, and none of it made me happy. Tony and I… never grew. And I never dreamed. Every day was the same, and every day was torture as I realized that I didn’t have the one thing that actually mattered.

The garage in front of me was busy, music blasting and the sound of men shouting to each other as they worked.

Suddenly I felt absolutely ridiculous wearing a Chanel dress and Gucci heels, an Hermés bag on my arm.

BARNES TIRES AND MOTORS was lit up along the top of the shop in bright red letters, though the lights in the ‘r’ of ‘motors’ were out.

I felt like a fool. I had wanted the life I had so desperately that I gave up everything for it. I got the movie star life, my name on billboards and my face on magazines.

But it wasn’t ever enough.

My heels clicked against the blacktop as I slowly made my way towards the front area of the shop, bells clinging above my head to let them know someone was there.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” A man asked as he came around the corner.

He looked so much like Bucky, it punched the air straight from my lungs.

“H-Hi. I’m looking for James Barnes. Is he here?” I asked after a long moment of hesitation. There was no way that the man was Bucky, but I didn’t doubt he was related.

The man raised his brows, wiping his hands on a rag. “My son’s in the shop. I’ll take you to him.” His full head of hair was white, his thick facial hair matching. Even with all the wrinkles on his face, he was a handsome man. Holding open the door for me, he led me into the loud shop, some eighties rock song blasting over the speakers.

I couldn’t help but smile as ‘Rock You Like a Hurricane’ by Scorpions came on. It was one of Bucky’s favorites back when we worked in the diner together.

“BUCK! YOU GOT A VISITOR!” The man shouted, causing several people to look our way.

My cheeks felt hot as I avoided their gaze, hoping they wouldn’t recognize me. I didn’t want to be a famous movie star anymore, a celebrity that had to beg for scraps of privacy.

My mind went numb, my heart stopping inside my chest as he stepped around a gray Ford Escape another man was working on.

He was even more handsome than he was the last time I saw him.

“Can I help y—” He broke off, his blue eyes going wide when he realized that it was me. “Hi.”

All of a sudden, everything I’d planned to say flew out of my head. All of the eloquent words I’d strung together were gone. And I just proceeded to word vomit.

“Did you know that, uh, when you marry someone you’re not in love with, you won’t… you won’t grow into it?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Um… I married a man who could give me a life I thought I always wanted, and he just… sucked.” Eyes stinging, I fought back against tears. “And I thought that all I ever wanted was the life I have now, was the life movie stars and the Kardashians lived. But… But I hate it. I hated every second I was away from you.” I let out a weak laugh, unable to stop the tears. “I wanted to turn around the second I got on the bus in New Orleans, but my stupid stubborn ass didn’t. I should have. I should’ve gotten off and just run right back to you because I… I love you, James. I always have.”

The garage had gone almost deadly quiet, and my heart sank when I realized Bucky looked almost frozen in shock.

“I know that I shouldn’t have showed up like this,” I scrambled to say. “But I… I’ve been trying to get my divorce finalized for two years and I finally did, and I kept telling myself that once it was done, I’d never hold myself back from what I really want ever again. From who I want. If… If you want me.” My face felt like it was on fire, my hands shaking. I shook my head as I took a step backwards. “What am I thinking? There’s no way you’re not married. I… I’m so so—”

Before I could finish the word ‘sorry,’ Bucky had closed the distance between us, his hands cradling my face so gently. He held me like I was made of fine crystal as he kissed me. He kissed me like his life depended on it, like I was the one source of oxygen.

And I kissed him back just as fiercely. “I love you. I love you so much,” I breathed out in between kisses, unwilling to let him go as my Hermés bag fell into the dust and oil on the concrete below.

Bucky smiled into the kiss, his arm wrapping around my waist to keep me pressed to his chest. “I love you so much, darlin.’ God, I’ve missed you…” His nose nudged against mine as we finally broke for air, both of us breathing heavily.

My knees felt like Jell-O as I held onto him. His grip was the only reason I hadn’t fallen to the ground already.

“I’m sorry I was a dumb twenty-two year old,” I said, snorting as he stole another kiss.

“No… Don’t be sorry,” he insisted, his fingers massaging my scalp as our foreheads pressed together. It was like he was scared to stop touching me, like I would disappear at any second. “You were young… You had to go out and make your own mistakes… I’ve just been waiting for the day you were ready.”

All the years apart melted away and all that remained was the two of us, two souls so intertwined that there was no way to truly separate us.

Our lips were half molded together as I said, “I’m never leaving you again. I promise I swear on everything…”

My heart almost stopped inside my chest as I heard someone clearing their throat, looking to see Bucky’s father staring at us with his arms crossed over his chest. “M-Mr. Barnes, sir…”

He gave a crooked smile that was so reminiscent of Bucky that I couldn’t help but grin back. “The Mrs. will wanna know if you’re staying for dinner.”

“Yeah,” I said as I looked up at Bucky, toying with a strand of his hair. “That sounds perfect.”

Later that night, Bucky and I laid in his bed, a mess of bare limbs as his fingers ran up and down my back soothingly. “What do you want from this life, baby girl?” He asked absentmindedly.

Humming, I traced shapes on his bare chest, sometimes pressing a kiss to where his prosthetic met his shoulder, on the tender scar tissue. “You.”

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, despite the already mischievous look on his face. “Really? Not even the stars and the moon?” He asked teasingly.

I knew he’d give it to me anyway, give me all that he could. But I was sure now that the only thing I wanted from this life was his love. “Not even the stars and the moon.”