#I look at him and just get full of emotions

[lov3yv4mps]

Hii!! Can you please do a period comfort with skz? Please and thank you!!!

Yes of course anon!!

‧ ୨ period comfort with skz ୧ ‧

SUMMARY: How stray kids members comfort you during your period

Pairings: stray kids x fem!reader (separately)

Warnings: just fluff!!

v4mps note: I tried to make these as accurate as possible, but this is my opinion! If it doesn't suit your opinion, I apologize :(

‧ ୨ bangchan ୧ ‧

This man is always prepared—like always. And when I say prepared, I mean he probably has a whole app on his phone just to track your cycle, complete with notifications so he knows exactly when to stock up on your favorite snacks, grab extra pads or tampons, and make sure the heating pad is ready to go. He loves seeing the happy smile when you notice his attention and care for you.

The second he notices it's that time of the month, he’s already one step ahead—texting you things like, “I got your favorite chocolate, baby. You want anything else?” Or maybe he just shows up with a little care package because he knows what you need before you even have to ask.

And when the cramps hit? Oh, he's on it. He’s tucking you into his arms, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach, whispering, “I got you, love. No stupid cramps are gonna hurt my baby.” If you need him to, he’ll even warm up your heating pad and hold it against your tummy himself—because no pain is touching his love on his watch.

If he finds you crying over the smallest things—like your eyeliner not matching or your hair not cooperating—Chan’s heart immediately softens. He kneels in front of you, gently wiping your tears with his thumbs. “Baby, don’t cry over this,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. With a small smile, he tilts his head. “Want me to fix it, or should we just cuddle instead?”

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ leeknow ୧ ‧

Lee Know notices before you even say anything. The slight wince, the way you press a hand to your stomach—he’s already on it. Without a word, he disappears and comes back with your heating pad, plugging it in and placing it on your lap. “You should’ve said something,” he mutters, but his touch is gentle as he tucks a blanket around you. He won’t make a big deal out of it, but he’ll make sure you have everything you need.

He acts nonchalant about it, but you know he’s paying attention. If you complain about cramps, he’ll scoff lightly. “Well, I can’t do anything about that.” But five minutes later, he’s sliding a cup of warm tea in front of you, pretending it’s no big deal. If you thank him, he just shrugs. “I just didn’t want to hear you complain later.” (But the way he subtly checks on you every few minutes totally gives him away.)

If he sees you getting emotional, he’s quick to shift your focus. He’ll plop down next to you, phone in hand, and start showing you cute cat videos like it’s urgent. “Look at this one. This is literally you.” If that doesn’t work, he’ll poke your cheek until you glare at him. “There she is. Thought I lost you for a second.” Anything to keep your mind off the discomfort.

Lee Know isn’t always the biggest on PDA, but when you’re in pain? He’s all yours. He lets you stretch out on the couch, head resting on his lap as he absentmindedly strokes your hair. “Just sleep,” he murmurs, his fingers moving soothingly against your scalp. He won’t say it outright, but the way he lets you cling to him, the way he adjusts so you’re comfortable? Yeah, he’s not letting you go until you feel better.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ changbin ୧ ‧

The moment Changbin hears you groan in pain, he’s on high alert. He rushes to your side, eyes full of concern. “Where does it hurt? What do you need? Say the word, and I got you.” He won’t rest until he’s sure you’re comfortable, tucking a blanket around you and making sure you have everything—snacks, water, even his hoodie if you want it.

If you’re feeling sluggish and mopey, he’s not letting you sink into the sadness. “C’mon, let’s go for a short walk, just to get some air.” If you refuse, he flops onto the couch next to you dramatically. “Fine, but at least let’s stretch a little.” He just wants to help you feel better, even if it means sitting there massaging your legs while making goofy faces.

He hates seeing you uncomfortable, so he’ll do anything to take your mind off the pain. He’ll put on a funny movie, tell you random stories, or even offer to do your skincare routine for you. “I’ve seen you do it a million times. How hard can it be?” (Spoiler: He gets way too into it, and you end up laughing at his concentrated expression.)

The second you lay down, Changbin immediately becomes your human pillow. He lets you rest on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. “You’re stuck with me now,” he teases, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His warmth, his scent, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—it’s all so comforting, you end up falling asleep in his arms, safe and loved.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ hyunjin ୧ ‧

If Hyunjin notices you're feeling off, he’ll instantly become the calm presence you need. He won’t rush to ask you a million questions, but he’ll quietly observe, sensing the shift in your mood. “You okay?” he’ll ask softly, his tone calm and gentle. Without making a fuss, he’ll grab your favorite blanket and wrap it around you, sitting close by, just quietly being there with you. Sometimes, he’ll rest his head on yours, offering his comfort through his presence alone.

When you’re feeling down or drained, Hyunjin knows that sometimes the best thing is a little peace and quiet. He’ll sit next to you, not demanding anything, just offering a steady, calming energy. He might gently stroke your arm or hair, his soft touch making you feel grounded. “I’m here, you don’t need to talk,” he’ll whisper, letting you know that just being near him is enough to help you relax.

Hyunjin has a way of bringing a calm vibe even in the quietest moments. If you’re feeling uncomfortable, he’ll quietly pull you into his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest. He’ll hum a soft tune, his voice low and soothing, creating a peaceful atmosphere that helps take your mind off any discomfort. “Just breathe, everything will be okay,” he’ll murmur, as you close your eyes, feeling safe in his embrace.

Even when he’s being calm and gentle, Hyunjin’s attention to you never wavers. If you mention cramps or feeling off, he’ll quietly get up to make you tea or get your favorite snacks, all without making it a big deal. When he returns, he’ll simply hand them to you with a small smile, his voice quiet but filled with care. “Here you go. Take it easy for now, okay?” His soft, caring nature always shines through in the simplest moments.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ han ୧ ‧

When Han notices you're feeling off, he’s the perfect mix of dramatic and calm. He’ll dramatically gasp and clutch his chest, “Noooo, not my baby,” but his soft, concerned gaze tells you he’s genuinely worried. He'll immediately get to work, grabbing your favorite snacks or a cozy blanket, all while maintaining that cool, quiet energy. “You’re gonna be okay. I’m here,” he’ll reassure you, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of sincerity that makes you feel safe.

If you're feeling overwhelmed, Han’s playfully dramatic side will come out to distract you. He’ll dramatically flop onto the couch beside you, letting out a huge sigh as if the whole world is crashing down. “The pain, the agony... I can’t bear to watch you suffer,” he’ll say, trying not to laugh as he gives you a playful look. He knows it’ll lighten your mood, and he’ll gently coax a smile out of you without being too much.

Though he’s playful, Han knows when to keep things quiet. He’ll sit next to you, quietly rubbing your back or running his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and steady. He won’t force conversation, just giving you the space to relax while still showing you that he’s there. “I’m right here… just rest, okay?” His calm, comforting presence wraps around you like a warm hug.

When you need comfort, Han’s sweetness comes out in the softest ways. He’ll pull you into his lap, his arms wrapped around you as he murmurs softly. “It’s okay, baby. Just sleep... I’ve got you.” He’s quiet, but his gentle touches and soothing words make you feel like everything’s going to be okay, even when the world feels like it’s spinning.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ felix ୧ ‧

Felix, being the sunshine he is, will first make sure you're absolutely comfortable. He’ll tiptoe around the room quietly, making sure to dim the lights, as he knows a soft atmosphere helps you feel better. He’ll gently ask, “Do you want me to play your favorite playlist? I know the soft songs help when you’re not feeling well.” He’ll make you feel like a priority, always quietly moving to cater to your needs without making you feel like a burden.

When you're feeling down, Felix has a very nurturing side that shines. He won’t just offer a quick solution; he’ll really dive into the comfort routine. “How about a warm bath? I’ll make it nice and relaxing, and we can watch a show after,” he’ll suggest with a gentle smile. He’s meticulous about the little things, running the bath at the perfect temperature, lighting a candle, and making sure the towels are soft and ready when you’re done. It’s all about making sure you feel pampered.

Felix might be the type to prepare a surprise snack for you, but in a subtle way. He won’t make a big deal out of it; he’ll just quietly come back with your favorite treat and a cup of tea, setting it beside you with a soft grin. “I thought you might need a little something,” he’ll say, offering the snack with a sense of quiet joy. He doesn’t need praise for it, he just loves to see you taken care of and happy, even in the smallest ways.

If you're feeling really bad, Felix will make sure you're completely relaxed in his presence. He won’t try to push you to talk, but rather let you know that he’s here for you. He might offer to play a gentle game or even suggest you both take a nap together, where he’ll wrap his arms around you to keep you warm. “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry. Just let me know if you need anything,” he’ll say, his voice soft and full of sincerity. It’s all about offering that quiet, protective comfort that makes you feel like everything will be okay with him by your side.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ seungmin ୧ ‧

Seungmin isn’t the type to be overly dramatic or overly soft, but when he notices you’re uncomfortable, he steps up in his own way. Without saying much, he’ll disappear for a few minutes and return with a heating pad, a glass of water, and whatever snack he knows you like. He won’t make a big deal out of it, just setting everything beside you with a simple, “Here. Take this.” It’s his way of showing care without making you feel fussed over.

If he catches you whining about cramps or feeling miserable, he won’t sugarcoat things. “You act like you’re dying every month,” he’ll tease with a smirk, but the second you glare at him, he’s already adjusting your blanket and tucking you in. He’s playful, but he knows when to draw the line. After his teasing, he’ll sit next to you and absentmindedly rub your leg or hold your hand, quietly making sure you’re okay.

Seungmin’s love language during your period is distraction. He knows sitting around focusing on the pain won’t help, so he’ll casually toss you the TV remote. “Pick something to watch, and don’t make it something boring.” If you’re not up for a show, he’ll challenge you to a game on your phone, knowing that getting competitive will make you temporarily forget about how bad you’re feeling.

If you’re extra tired and just want to rest, Seungmin won’t be over-the-top affectionate, but he’ll stay close. He might sit on the floor beside the couch, scrolling on his phone, but every once in a while, he’ll check on you with a soft, “You still alive?” If you fall asleep, he won’t move, letting you rest peacefully while he stays right there—quietly looking after you in the most Seungmin way possible.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ jeongin ୧ ‧

Jeongin may not always know exactly what to do when you’re feeling bad, but he tries his best in his own thoughtful way. The first thing he does is pull out his phone and search for the best ways to help with cramps or discomfort. “Okay, so Google says heating pads and snacks help... I can do that!” He’ll rush off to get everything, sometimes bringing back a completely random snack just because he thought it might cheer you up.

If he sees you curled up in pain, he’ll frown and sit beside you, resting his chin on his hand while observing you closely. “You look like you’re about to cry,” he’ll say, a little too bluntly, before quickly adding, “Do you want me to make you laugh? I’ll do something really dumb if it helps.” He’ll start making weird faces or doing a terrible dance just to see you smile, his own laughter filling the room when he sees it working.

Jeongin’s way of comforting you is casual but sweet. He won’t always say much, but he’ll stay close, scrolling on his phone next to you or playing a game while occasionally glancing over. Every so often, he’ll nudge your arm and say, “You good?” If you mumble that you’re not, he’ll sigh dramatically and hand you his hoodie. “Here. Hoodies fix everything.”

If you’re feeling extra exhausted, Jeongin will get a little softer without making it obvious. He’ll let you rest your head on his lap while he plays with your hair, humming softly without even realizing it. When he notices you getting sleepier, he’ll whisper, “Just sleep, I’ll wake you up if anything happens.” His quiet, reassuring presence makes you feel safe, and though he might pretend he’s not doing anything special, he secretly loves taking care of you in these little ways.

[salemsinss]

(AN: 18+ MDNI reader is GN but there are some feminine terms. This is not really edited I wrote it during my lunch break, this is also my first time writing anything period 😭)

Something something I had a dream about this idea, Old Money!reader and Gardener!Simon Riley, he not only knows how to tend to your garden, but is great at tending to you.

Gardener!Simon Riley who love to get down a dirty adding new flowers to the garden beds on a weekly basis, and always comes into the kitchen for some water smelling like an absolute man.

Gardener!Simon Riley who is suspiciously always adding new garden beds around Old Money!Readers property, just days after they go on a nice a date.

Gardener!Simon Riley asking reader what their favorite flower is so he can get ready to plant them when they are in season

Gardener!Simon Riley surprising reader with a whole planter of their favorite flowers, and a herb garden next to the kitchen he had been secretly working on.

Gardener!Simon Riley he’s not great at expressing his feelings or emotions but he tries to tell you things via the language of flowers and gift giving.

Old money!Reader always thanking Simon for the beautiful garden with a peck on the cheek

Old money!Reader always waiting in the kitchen to have a glass of water ready for Simon to come inside, so they can give it to him and see him all roughed up from taking care of their land

Old money!Reader making lunches themselves for Simon specifically rather than having the help prepare him something

Old money!Reader hoping Simon is pining after them the same way they are

Old money!Reader kissing Simon on the lips as a small thank you the garden bed full of their favorite flower

Gardener!Simon Riley pawing at them like a beast while deepening the kiss, and forcing his tongue into your mouth so he can taste all of you.

Old money!Reader breathless when they pull away from the kiss pleasantly surprised by it

Gardener!Simon Riley who refuses to let go of readers waist and ass dragging them off to the garden shed

Gardener!Simon Riley who bends reader over a stack of bagged soil in the shed, nipping at the back of their neck and feeling the up, groping their ass and playing with the fatty flesh of their hips.

Gardener!Simon Riley who pulls down the readers pants, spreading their legs with a kick of his boot, “you’ve been driving me insane-“ he’d growl into readers neck before kiss along the nape and down their back

Gardener!Simon Riley who leaves a trail of kisses over reader’s clothing and down their hips and ass before he’s on his knees inbetween readers legs

Old Money!Reader who’s still a virgin shocked by the sensation of getting eaten out for the first time trying not to cum to quickly afraid of looking easy in from of simon

Gardener!Simon Riley who could care less about readers body count since reader wouldn’t be sleeping with anyone else anyway

Gardener!Simon Riley who gives reader a mind blowing orgasm within 3 minutes, slick covering his chin and nose, sticking to readers thighs as they shake and dig their fingers into the bagged soil in front of them

Gardener!Simon Riley who doesn’t stop with the first orgasm and keeps going till the reader is begging him to stop from overstimulation but is also so close to cumming a second time

Gardener!Simon Riley who drives reader to and through their second orgasm feeling the small amount of squirt dribble over his face and he smirks into their cunt over that

Gardener!Simon Riley who finally stops eating you out and pulls you back so he can kiss you hot, nasty, and sloppy style making you tase yourself on his lips

Gardener!Simon Riley cleaning reader up with his dirty wife beater and pulling their pants back up before kissing them again more gently and sweeter while patting their ass

Old Money!Reader who’s stumbling out of the garden shed on wobbly legs after two life altering orgasms face flushed as they head back inside and go make lunch for Simon just thinking about when they can do that again

[monstera-modd]

DCxDP #4

Danny! Don't Eat That.

Jason Todd had seen a lot of weird shit in his life.

But nothing—nothing—had prepared him for watching his boyfriend casually crunch down on a chunk of glowing, radioactive kryptonite like it was a damn potato chip.

He stared, absolutely horrified.

“… Danny.”

Danny, utterly unbothered, licked his fingers. Licked. His. Fingers.

“Mmm?”

Jason pointed at the now very-much-gone kryptonite. “Did you just eat that?”

Danny blinked at him. Looked down at the tiny green crumbs left in his palm. Then back up.

“… Yeah?”

Jason ran a hand down his face. “Danny. That was kryptonite.”

Danny tilted his head. “Okay?”

Jason made an incomprehensible strangled noise. “Kryptonite. As in, the thing that can kill Superman.”

Danny nodded, slow and understanding. “Uh-huh.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “And you ate it.”

Danny beamed. “Yeah! It was kinda spicy.”

Jason was going to have a goddamn aneurysm.

“WHY THE HELL DID YOU EAT IT?!”

Danny shrugged. “You handed it to me.”

Jason slammed his forehead onto the table.

“I didn’t think you’d eat it!” he groaned into the wood.

Danny patted his back, completely unsympathetic. “Babe, at this point, that’s on you.”

Jason didn’t even have the strength to argue.

Which was exactly when Superman walked into the room.

“Hey, Jason, have you seen—” Clark stopped mid-step, eyes narrowing immediately. His head turned, locking onto Danny like a bloodhound sniffing out a crime scene.

Danny, to his credit, at least tried to look innocent.

Clark frowned. His nostrils flared. “...Why do I smell kryptonite?”

Jason, still facedown on the table, just pointed at Danny.

Danny, the little shit, grinned. “No clue.”

Clark’s eyes glowed.

Jason sighed. “Danny. Babe. Tell Superman where the kryptonite is.”

Danny shifted in his seat, suddenly very interested in the table. “Uhhh. Can’t.”

Clark’s frown deepened. “Why not?”

Danny gave him an apologetic look.

“…Because I ate it?”

Clark.exe had stopped working.

Jason lifted his head just enough to watch Superman go through at least six different emotions—none of which he seemed able to properly express.

“…You ate it,” Clark finally said, like he was waiting for Danny to correct him.

Danny nodded.

Clark’s eye twitched. “You ate kryptonite.”

Danny nodded again, cheerful as ever.

Clark slowly turned to Jason. “Your boyfriend ate kryptonite.”

Jason, still facedown, lifted a single tired-ass thumbs-up.

Clark turned back to Danny. “Why did you eat kryptonite?”

Danny hummed. “I mean, it was there? Also, kinda tasted like sour apple.”

Clark looked like he was having a full-blown existential crisis.

Jason, exhausted beyond words, just held up a hand. “Listen, Big Blue, if it makes you feel any better, he also ate acid, bullets, a wrench, and an entire knife today.”

Clark did not look comforted by that information.

A long, awkward silence.

Then, very slowly, Clark took a step back, exhaled, and rubbed his temples.

“I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Danny beamed. “Neither do we!”

Clark gave Jason a long, deeply concerned look. “You’re dating this.”

Jason still slumped over, muttered into the table, “Trust me, I ask myself that every day.”

Danny pouted. “Rude.”

Jason cracked one eye open to glare at him. “Danny. You ate fucking kryptonite.”

Danny paused. Thought about that for a moment.

Then, grinning like a little menace, he wiggled his fingers ominously.

“Does this make me a Kryptonian now?”

Clark just turned around and walked out.

Jason groaned into the table. “I hate my life.”

Danny patted his back again, completely unrepentant. “Love you, babe.”

Jason just flipped him off.

[avaredava]

Sooo

You're "coworkers" with Toji/Shiu. Let's say you're like an independent contractor, similar work as them. Shiu walks in on Toji bending you over a counter and fucking you?

Oh man. I 100% believe Shiu has a filthy mouth and would tease you through it. Better yet, him AND Toji talk you through it.

I also think Shiu wouldn't really join. He MIGHT jerk off. He would definitely take pictures if he knew you were okay with it and tell you he would use them later.

I'm barking-

Damn marry me Malice 😩 YOU MALICE make me scratch at the walls and bark istg

MDNI

Master list

⯌Sum

Shiu helps you and Toji fuck like dogs ◖⚆ᴥ⚆◗

⯌ Wc

1.3k

(Not proof read)

⯌ Warnings

Shiu rubs your clit for a second, masturbation, toji's insane backshots, shiu smokes (duh), some killing, consensual groping (toji killed him), blood splatter, guns, crying, overstim, Shiu directing what Toji should do to you, size kink, size diff, praising, degradation, unprotected (wrap before you tap ya'll), creampies

୨୧・・・・୨୧

It was late at night and the air was crisp as you walked into this big mansion for this fancy gala. You needed information from a rich guy to effectively know what he does and also effectively kill him.

But he was also a horn dog...

So your objective was to seduce him while Toji and Shiu stay on the lookout.

When you were finally settled in, you went to the target, dancing and swaying beautifully. But Shiu's eyes were clearly planted on your ass. Toji elbowed him to focus on the targets movements and if he runs and shit like that.

What he really wanted was for Shiu to stop looking at your ass.

Eventually fucking ugly ass old man target (what Toji thinks he was), let out his obvious perv tendency's and the guy groped your ass. The objective was to kill him anyway and get information.

But Toji fully forgot about the last part and shot him in front of everyone. All the women in the fancy dresses screeched, scrunching their front of the long dresses up then running out.

The men screamed like little bitches it made you chuckle but the blood on your face made you disgusted. What made you more pissed is that you didn't get information that you needed since Toji got fucking jealous or something.

The three of you ran out and as soon as the cold air hit your skin in the skimpy dress you were wearing sent a shiver down your spine but you were still livid.

You and Shiu scolded Toji. He just smirked the whole time then you lost it. "Toji take one fucking thing serious! You can get us into big trouble! Just because you don't know how to control your stupid fucking emotions! You're so full of yourself! We can get in very bad danger not just from the cops knowing what we look like, but from the very dangerous people!"

You were panting heavily after the very long rant. Toji grinned at Shiu and he fucking smiled back, you were about to continue calling them both immature this time but you got cut off.

Toji was the one to talk first. "Such a brat." Shiu nodded and let out a huff before replying. "Last time I checked they need to be punished."

You should be yelling more but the way that Shiu grinned with a cigarette poking out of his rosy lips and Toji's deep raspy laugh just made your thighs squeeze shut and you get wet.

"Well she got quiet." Shiu commented. "Lets get her back to the office, eh Toji? Maybe make sure she makes other noises. Not the bratty ones; but the bratty ones are cute though."

_

You all eventually get to the office from the long car ride. Before Shiu even fully closes the door Toji's stuck to your body, kissing your neck like a hungry man. He really was hungry for you, for your body.

Shiu lights one of his cigarettes, some smoke filling the room. "Toji put her on the desk." Shiu commanded in that cold stern voice that made your juices practically drip down your legs because you were so wet and needy.

Toji picked you up throwing you over his shoulder smacking your ass and you let out a small needy whine. While Shiu sat down on the chair at his desk still smoking.

Toji put you beside the area where Shiu was sitting so he could get a full view of what he's gonna do to you. Shiu just kept smoking as Toji undressed you.

Toji slid up your dress and made out a deep chuckle, you tried to close your legs for some friction but obviously Toji didn't let you.

"No panties or bra? Such a little slut, you wanted this." He was about to take off your red heels that have ropes that wrap around your calves. But Shiu obviously thought it was hot. "Keep the heels on."

He did just that.

Toji tried to quickly undress but you were letting out needy whines so Shiu stood up and put his cigarette in your mouth. He put his lips to your forehead and rubbed your clit to keep you stimulated.

Toji let out possessive growls he really wanted to touch you.

Once he was finished he pushed Shiu to the side and took the cigarette out of your mouth and threw it back at Shiu. "Don't want the pretty girl to have damaged lungs huh?" He glared at Shiu.

He pumped his big cock. You let out a nervous whine. Shiu held your hand gently as toji lined up with your entrance. Your ass was still on the desk while your legs were around Toji's waist.

"Biggg stretch." Toji mumbled in your ear getting you ready for his big cock. He pushed in and his veins were hitting spots you didn't know existed.

"Toji be more gentle." Shiu commanded. He looked at your poor small hole that was on display for him and chuckled. "Is he big baby?" You nod already cock drunk and it hasn't even been a minute.

Shiu noticed Toji was more pleasuring himself, not even trying to hit your g-spot so he stood up and whispered in his ear. "Thrust up a little, and go a little deeper."

He did exactly that and you practically screamed. Shiu had a small (big) problem. The way your pants and whines got louder because of his help just made the tent in his pants tight.

He sat back down before taking out his cock and pumping it slowly, teasing himself. "Thrust harder." Shiu said breathy. Toji's lips pressed to yours in a way that made your legs shake around him.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" You holler out. "Take it from the back." Shiu whined this time and that beautiful noise he made just made you squeeze around Toji so hard and get impossibly wet. Toji pulled out and made you get off the desk and bend over holding it. He slapped your ass before plunging in.

"Fuck your tight..." Toji moaned out. Shiu took some shaky pictures of your fucked out face drooling on his desk.

"Rub her clit- fuck." Shiu grunted out, once again Toji complied to his exact requests. He wanted to make you feel good! He never wanted to admit but, a big reason why he's listening is because, Shiu is a bit more experienced.

Toji wanted to cum so bad but he kept thinking of the ugliest things. It was worse especially when someone was watching. His fingers quickened on your clit making sure he was safe from cumming first.

The pleasure was mind shattering, the combination on his tip hitting your cervix and sliding out and massaging your g-spot made you feel absolutely nothing but his dick and those throbbing veins making you feel so good.

You felt your orgasm coming quick. "I-I'm gonna cum Toji!" You let out a little high pitched moan. "Harder and rub her clit quicker." Shiu commanded once again in that breathy tone that made your knees buckle.

The way his cock bruised you so nicely, Shiu's commanding tone that makes your mouth water. His hips smacking your ass so fast, his thick cock makes you squeeze so tight around him.

"Cum inside Toji."

That sentence you spoke in that breaking voice, that voice that clearly wants your insides painted white. The gross things didn't work anymore, he came instantly with a loud groan, you came right after with a beautiful moan.

You squirted, mixing with his cum as he fucked it back in with his cock. He pulled out, both of your juices and cum rolled down your legs.

He kisses your neck and grabs Shiu's tie that was hanging loosely around his neck to clean your messy thighs and pussy. Shiu grunted when he messed up his tie but he's gonna use it for personal matters later anyway.

Toji picked you up kissing your fucked out face as you leaned into his warmth. Unfortunately Shiu hasn't had an orgasm yet and has just been teasing himself.

"Well Toji you had your shot, my turn."

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A/N: omfg i had to re-write it twice bc it deleted the draft i'm so pissed

[imagine-it-was-us]

where we land || Lando Norris

Inspiration: Ed Sheeran where we land

Author's note: These are getting out of hand. Started as the creative outlet and ended as sleepless nights where you can't go to bed until you let our mind bleed out on the keyboard. Ed Sheeran and his music will always have a special place in my heart. And this particular song makes me miss the relationship I never had. So enjoy, I am really proud of this one. Hopefully you will find it bearable.

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: none, just angst.

Summary: do I love you? do I hate you? || I can't make up my mind || so let's free fall (and part ways for the year I guess??) and see where we land.

Word count: 6.8k+

“Lando, this isn’t working”, she sighed. It was obvious that this short sentence took every last bit of energy she had. After this, there was nothing left – no emotions, no desire to fight, just nothing. A blank expression followed.

He looked up from his computer, unphased. 

“What’s not working?” 

“Us.” 

The mood slightly shifted, yet nothing too shocking. It felt like this conversation was overdone way too many times. They have been here before. That's why he didn’t even take a second to think about what sparked this conversation. It felt like it was a casual chat between an old married couple. 

“Yeah,” Lando muttered, exhaling sharply. “Let’s take a break. We’ll make up anyway.”

That was it. No argument, no hesitation. Like it was routine. Like she had just told him she was stepping out for a moment, and he expected her to come back.

When you think about it, it was devastating. The level of indifference was what hurt the most.

They had known each other their whole lives – friends by proximity before choice. Their families lived in the same neighborhood, close enough that their bond felt inevitable. Even as kids, they were opposites. He was the reckless daredevil, climbing trees and riding his bike at full speed down the steepest roads, while she was the quiet dreamer, lying on the grass for hours, lost in her thoughts. But somehow, they worked. They always had.

As they grew up, their lives took different directions, but they never drifted too far. When Lando got into karting, and later, into the high-stakes world of racing, she wasn’t his biggest supporter in the traditional sense. She didn’t attend every event or cheer the loudest. But she cared. She always asked how he was feeling, if he was okay. She avoided getting too involved, not because she didn’t believe in him or was not interested, but because she couldn’t shake the fear of what could happen. The crashes, the risks, the reality of what came with high-speed racing. Maybe that fear had even shaped her, pushed her toward a career where she could save the ones who weren’t as lucky. And yet, no matter how different their paths became, they had always made time for each other.

Then came that one Christmas. The night everything changed. He was on the brink of signing with McLaren, and she had just over a year of school left, set on studying medicine, becoming a paramedic. They spent the whole evening talking – about dreams, about the future, about everything. And the one constant in all their scenarios? Each other. They didn’t officially get together until months later, when the butterflies finally settled in. What started as something gentle and fragile grew into something more. Something that should have been unbreakable.

But it wasn’t.

Between her relentless studying and his deep dive into the world of Formula 1, the distance between them grew. The small sacrifices they used to make for each other became harder. At first, they convinced themselves it was just a rough patch. They had fallen in love as teenagers, blindly, without knowing what love truly required. Clashes were inevitable, but they always told themselves it was just temporary. That love would always outweigh the tension.

Until it didn’t.

The fights became more than just stress-fueled bickering. Trust started to crack. The rumors, the online hate she received for simply existing in his world, the missed races, the missed plans, the days of unanswered calls. The moments of doubt that neither of them wanted to admit were growing stronger.

They had tried. God, they had tried.

The guilt would always swing between them like a pendulum – one of them messing up, the other one forgiving too easily, hoping that this time would be different. And when it wasn’t, they’d take a step back, hoping the distance would fix what being together couldn’t. Then, like clockwork, one of them would cave. One apology, one touch, one whispered „I miss you“ would pull them back in.

The boat had been rocking for years. But at least before, there had still been waves. Now, sitting in their Monaco home, she wasn’t sure if they had finally reached the calm, or if they had simply drifted so far apart that the water didn’t even touch them anymore.

And that was worse than all the fights combined.

“That’s it?”

He lifted a shoulder in an infuriating half-shrug. “What do you want me to say? We take a break, we come back. It’s what we do.”

“That’s exactly the problem, Lando. I don’t want to pause on this empty shell we still call the relationship. I just don’t think I can.” 

Deep down, words coming out of her hurt her. Yet she was just so tired of this game, then at the end there was no happy ending.

Lando exhaled, closing his laptop and putting it away, jaw clenched. Maybe he thought she was being dramatic. Maybe he was just waiting for the inevitable moment when she’d take it back.

But she wouldn’t, not this time. She just stood up from her end of the couch and exhaled. 

“It will take me a couple of days to gather everything I own from this apartment. I will do it once you leave for Las Vegas, so I won’t disturb your calm before the GP. I will just grab my essentials for now,” she said like she was reciting a groceries list. 

Lando didn’t respond right away. He just sat there, eyes fixed on the coffee table like it held all the answers he couldn’t find in her face. Maybe he was searching for something to say – some magic combination of words that would break the cycle, that would make this easier. But there was nothing left to say.

Finally, he nodded. “Okay.”

She felt her stomach twist. Part of her had wanted him to fight – really fight – for this, for them. But wasn’t that the whole point? They were tired. Exhausted. Running on empty, pretending they had more to give when they didn’t.

She swallowed, shifting on her feet. “I think we should do it properly this time.”

His eyes flicked up to hers, guarded. “What do you mean?”

“No breaks. No texts, no calls, no checking in. Not even a happy birthday or Merry Christmas.” The words came out steady, even though her heart was hammering against her ribs. “We give it at least a year. If we’re happier – truly happier – then we’ll know. We’ll let it go for good.”

Lando stood up, facing her. “And if we’re not?”

She exhaled, forcing a small, tired smile. “Then we’ll see where we land.”

He let out a breath, running a hand down his face. For a moment, he just studied her, like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. Like maybe, deep down, some part of him was realizing that this was the last time he’d get to see her like this. Here. His.

Finally, he gave a slow nod. “Alright,” he murmured. “One year.”

One year to figure out if this was really love, or just a bad habit neither of them knew how to break. One year to see if they could be whole without each other. Or if, after everything, they still made sense together.

She was about to turn toward the bedroom, ready to start packing, but he moved first. His arms wound around her, and she didn’t hesitate before wrapping hers around him just as tightly.

And that was what made it hurt the most. Because after six years give or take, after all the fights and make-ups and everything in between, this was still the safest place each of them had ever known. His heartbeat against her ear. Her scent wrapping around him like home. The way neither of them wanted to be the first to let go.

But they had to. So, after one long, lingering moment, she forced herself to step back.

Lando’s arms fell away slowly, reluctantly, like he was holding onto the very last seconds of whatever this was.

And just like that, they let go. Not with a bang, not with a fight. Just a quiet understanding that, for the first time in years, it was time to stop holding on.

______

Remember the “No Merry Christmas” part? Well, that was their first slip up. 

At first, no one questioned it. 

When they said their goodbyes, when she packed up the last of her things, when they let go without a fight – no one questioned it. Not their friends. Not their families. Not the people who had known them as a unit for years.

Because this was just how they were. Messy. Cyclical. A little dramatic but never final. Everyone assumed that, in a few weeks, they’d find their way back – like they always did.

Yet red flags were being waved when she showed up on your parents doorstep and asked them to let you crash at theirs for the time being. 

And when the world around you was lighting up, getting ready for the most wonderful time of the year, she was really feeling dead inside. That was when the questions started.

As she had to find a new job outside Monaco, she landed in the local hospital, in her parents' area. Her new coworkers, who knew her family, would try the small talk, asking how he was doing as the season went to the end. Sometimes even her patients would recognize her and ask her about F1 and her used-to-be boyfriend. A friend, who you haven’t talked to for weeks, would bring an article and ask for you to comment on it. It was even from her own aunt – the one she only ever saw at Christmas– who asked, completely oblivious, “What size are Lando’s feet again? I want to knit him those socks I promised last year.”

And just like that, he was everywhere. Like an echo of a life she wasn’t living anymore. Like a mistake she wasn’t sure she had actually made.

Because wasn’t that what everyone kept implying? That they had been stupid for doing this? That this break – this “proper” break, this one-year promise – was just a long, drawn-out way of making them both miserable?

And if so—was Lando feeling it, too?

Was he being ambushed with casual mentions of her in conversations that had nothing to do with her? Did he hear her name in places he wasn’t expecting it? Did it catch him off guard, did it sting, did it make him wonder if they had just ruined something they were always meant to fix?

She stopped herself from wondering. After all, she could dwell in these thoughts forever and never move forward. She knew she had to. This break was not only about figuring them out. It was also about figuring who you are outside the relationship you grew up in. 

So for now, she did the thing she knew the best – threw herself into work. That’s why when Christmas Eve rolled around, she had her life line to escape hushed voices and petty looks, asking about her life. Also, Norris' family would always eventually roll around for a quick cup of tea – it was a tradition started by their parents even before the both of them were around so she for sure believed that them being on break would not stop their parents from interacting. Never did on any other break. 

She did what she always did when the walls started closing in. She grabbed her coat, threw a scarf over her scrubs, and braced herself for the short, freezing walk to her car. A twelve-hour shift awaited her, filled with last-minute holiday accidents and bad luck, and she was oddly grateful for it. A perfect excuse to be anywhere but here.

She said her goodbyes, wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and stepped outside.

And nearly crashed straight into Adam Norris. Her hand shot out to steady herself, boots skidding slightly against the icy porch. “Oh – I’m so sorry,” she blurted, barely catching her breath before –

Her stomach dropped.

Because it wasn’t just Adam. It was all of them.

His entire family stood there, wrapped in warm coats and holiday cheer. And Lando – of course, Lando – was in the middle of it all, hands stuffed into his pockets, gaze locked onto her like he hadn’t been expecting this either.

She barely let her eyes flick to his before looking away, heart hammering.

“You’re always in such a rush, aren’t you?” Cisca asked, her voice as warm as ever.

“Yes, I’m working tonight, unfortunately,” she added, making them hear what she wanted rather than expressing her feelings. 

“Oh, your mother told me about the shifts you’re taking and they still make you work during the day like this? That’s so sad,” she said, empathetically. His mother was always the angel and they had a great connection before this break. 

She gave a light shrug, desperate to keep the conversation surface-level. “What can I say? Gotta work if I ever want to give my parents a break.”

It was the lie she’d been telling everyone. That she was saving for a down payment. That the extra shifts were a means to an end. A practical excuse for why she spent more time at the hospital than at home, drowning herself in work instead of drowning in the what-ifs of a relationship that no longer existed.

But it didn’t matter. Not when she could feel Lando’s eyes on her. Not when it took every ounce of strength to keep her own from slipping back to his.

“Well,” Cisca sighed, stepping aside to give her space to pass. “Stay safe, darling.”

She hesitated. A half-second, barely noticeable. And then, before she could stop herself, the words slipped out.

“Merry Christmas, fam.”

The moment she said it, she regretted it. The slip. The weakness. The betrayal of her own rules.

And then there was Lando.

For the first time since she stepped outside, she met his gaze. A brief, fleeting glance. A quiet acknowledgment of everything that still lingered between them.

She barely made a sound when she whispered, “Merry Christmas, Lando.”

Then, before she could give herself time to second-guess it, she turned on her heel and walked away, pulling her coat tighter around herself.

She didn’t wait for an answer. She couldn’t. Because she knew if she did – if she heard his voice, his words – her carefully built defenses would crumble.

But as she made it to her car, something soft, something broken, floated through the cold December air.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

And somehow this moment stung Lando more than anything else ever had.

______

Spring was warming up the air, shaking winter from the trees and stretching daylight just a little longer each evening. She had always hated this time of year – hated the way it pressed against her chest, thick with stress and expectations. First, it was the exams, the all-nighters, the anxious flipping of textbooks. Then, later, it became Lando’s schedule. The season kicking off, his world spinning faster while she tried to hold onto the edges.

This year, though, spring was something different. Unusually dull. Unnaturally calm. But it was for her to figure out if it was the kind of calm that comes before or after the storm.

By all accounts, she was doing well. She was thriving at work, getting used to the rhythm of long shifts and fast decisions. She had found herself a new apartment – small, but cozy, a space that was hers and hers alone. She even picked up jogging and pilates, things she used to roll her eyes at but now clung to as some kind of personal victory.

Some days were perfect. She would wake up, stretch in the morning light, sip her coffee in silence, and almost – almost – forget why her life looked the way it did now.

Emphasis on ‘almost.’

Because when you spend six years wrapped around someone else’s life, untangling yourself doesn’t happen overnight. Their friend groups overlapped too much, their histories bled into too many places, and avoiding him completely was impossible.

They had been careful, though. Calculated. She planned around GP weekends, making sure to show up to gatherings when he was halfway across the world, and skipping the ones when she knew he’d be visiting the home town. It worked. Until, inevitably, it didn’t.

That night, she hadn’t planned to see him. It was supposed to be a quiet evening. Just a handful of friends, drinks, some music humming in the background. Nothing major. Nothing painful. But then, sometime between her second glass of wine and the last lazy notes of an old song drifting through the air, she felt it.

That awareness. The way her skin prickled before she even turned her head. He was there.

Just across the room, laughing at something, his head thrown back, the sound of it familiar enough to sink straight into her bones. He looked... good. Relaxed in a way she hadn’t seen in a long time. And for a second she let herself wonder if she looked that way too. If he saw her and thought, ‘She’s okay. She’s moved on. She doesn’t miss me the way I miss her’.

It was unbearable. The way it made her stomach twist, the way it pulled something raw inside of her. It wasn’t just the sight of him, it wasn't just the proof that he still existed outside of her world – it was the realization that she still felt it. That she still felt everything.

So she left. Quietly. Without goodbyes. Without looking back.

By the time she got home, she was already peeling off her jacket, kicking off her shoes, slipping beneath the covers in the dark. Sleep would fix it. Sleep would dull the sharp edges, smooth over the crack in her chest.

Morning light bled through the thin curtains, painting soft streaks across the room. She stretched, rubbing at her puffy eyes, the lingering ache of last night still pressing heavy against her ribs.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he got to be fine. That he got to laugh and exist so easily in a world without her while she sat here, caught in the ghost of something that refused to fade.

Yet there was a surprise waiting for her when she picked up the phone.

A missed call at 3:48 am. And a voice note from him on her Instagram DMs followed.

Then, for just a second, something fluttered in her chest. A spark of something she didn’t want to name. Because maybe he had seen her last night. Maybe he had felt it too.

But reality was quick to sink its claws in, dragging her back down. No. This wasn’t that. This was probably drunk Lando. This was ‘bad decisions wrapped in nostalgia and gin’ Lando.

She should ignore it. But her thumb was already moving before her brain could stop her.

Click. Play.

“Heeeeeeeyyyy pretty girl.”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

He was drunk. The kind of drunk where words ran together, loose and careless.

“I’m so sorry for the call, I realized that you are probably working or worse – asleep – and just canceled it. Like I know that you would stab anyone who would dare to wake you up if it’s not important, and since I guess I no longer am, I—”

A hiccup. A pause.

Her stomach twisted. She should stop listening. But she didn’t.

“I just don’t know… Whenever I see you, you seem so fine, so moved on… And then there’s me, stuck between fake and being down. And you know what I do when I feel down? I go to the bar, the club. You name it. I scan a crowd looking for you. I never find you, because duh, why should I? You only went to these places for me.”

Her chest tightened. She had hated clubs with all her heart. The noise, the people, the way she never really fit into that world. She only went because he loved it. Because Lando loved the music, the energy, the thrill of it. And yet… after all this time, he was still looking for her in places she never truly belonged.

“So, I get the random girl and imagine it is you. I imagine you still care, laugh at my pick-up lines, take me home with you. I even moaned your name one time and the lady was pissed off, I got smacked, lol. Could you imagine…”

A sharp exhale left her lips.

God, he was an idiot. Saying things he had no business saying. Telling her things she shouldn’t know. She wanted to be mad. To roll her eyes, to call him out for being reckless, for dragging her back into the mess they were supposed to be untangling.

But she wasn’t mad. She was something else entirely. Because there, tangled between the words and the drunken confessions, was something she wasn’t ready to face. Regret. And worse – feelings that she thought was lost during all this. The kind that made the edges of her world blur for a moment, tilting just enough to make her wonder…

What if?

And then – 

“I should have fought for you, you know? When you asked for this break. I was an idiot for letting you walk out the door so easily. Screw the ‘let’s see where we land’ thing. I already know where I’m landing. Now the ball is in your corner or whatever. So yeah, good chat. See you around.”

Silence.

Her heart was pounding.

She stared at the screen, her mind racing.

This wasn’t just some drunk butt dial. This wasn’t some half-hearted message he would brush off in the morning.

This was a line drawn in the sand. This was him saying, ‘I know what I want. Do you?’

She swallowed, her hands shaking as she locked her phone and pressed it to her chest.

She needed to breathe. She needed to think.

But later that day, when she opened the chat to replay the message and dissect every word it was gone.

Not even a trace of it ever existing.

And just like that, she was left with nothing but the weight of what could have been.

__________

She didn’t want to be here.

That much had been clear from the second she stepped onto Silverstone’s pavement, a familiar hum in the air, the smell of petrol and rubber hitting her in a way that made her stomach twist.

It wasn’t just the track – it was everything it represented. The years spent here, the routines, the nerves. The way she used to pace behind the pit wall, hands shoved into the pockets of a McLaren hoodie that wasn’t even hers, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched Lando push the car to its limits.

It was muscle memory to be here, and yet, it had never felt more foreign.

She had almost backed out, too, with the kind of last-minute excuse that wouldn’t fool her mother but might have been enough to let her go on with her weekend and avoid the inevitable. But the tickets had been a Christmas gift – from the Norris family, as per usual – and her parents had been so excited.

“It’s been too long since we all did something like this together. You used to go with him all the time while we were watching from the sidelines. Now we can switch places, you will be fine” her dad had said. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Fun. Right.

So she had caved. And when it was time to leave for Sunday GP, she still wanted to blend in the crowd. She knew there would be plenty of McLaren fans, so if you can’t beat them – join them. She took out a random t-shirt that was probably used way too many times. It was only after pulling it over her head that she realized which one it was.

His.

One he had left in her drawer ages ago, one she had slept in more nights than she could count.

It smelled like fabric softener instead of him now. That should have been a relief. It wasn’t. For a split second, she had almost taken it off. Almost buried it back in the drawer like it was some kind of cursed relic. But then she exhaled. It’s just a shirt. No one will even notice.

And at first she was perfectly flying over the radar. Her parents visited the paddock, while she stayed behind, blending in the crowds. She had perfected the art of blending in – cheering when appropriate, clapping at the right moments, never once letting her gaze wander too long in the direction of the papaya garage. And it was working wonders. 

But then she ran into Emma. The fellow paramedic, who she had known both from the medical, and sports field, as she was a couple years older and worked with Papaya for a few years. One second, she was keeping her head down, avoiding anything orange, and the next, she was being pulled into McLaren hospitality because “It’s dead quiet before the race, and you have a paddock pass, so why not?”

She should have said no. Instead, she sat with Emma, catching up over bad coffee, pretending she wasn’t hyperaware of exactly where she was. Yet every time footsteps neared, her body tensed, anticipation coiling in her stomach like a reflex she hadn’t quite unlearned. It wasn’t that she couldn’t see him – it had happened before, and they had managed to be civil, distant in a way that felt almost rehearsed. But being here, surrounded by everything that made Lando Lando, made her feel too exposed.

Don’t get it wrong – she would always be a fan. Even if life took them further apart, even if one day they became nothing more than a distant memory, she would still admire him. The raw talent, the skill, the way he could take a car and make it his – that would never change. 

But it had been eight months, and for the first time, she was starting to find a rhythm outside of them. A clarity she hadn’t thought possible. And yet. Eight months, and still, his drunken voice note rattled in her head like an echo trapped between her ribs. Eight months, and the thought of seeing him in his element – seeing him – made her stomach twist in ways she couldn’t quite decipher. Would it set her back? Or would it confirm that she was finally past it?

Five minutes into chatting, laughing like she wasn’t standing in the center of everything she had left behind, Oscar Piastri appeared, cradling his arm like it was more of an annoyance than an injury. It was impossible for her not to know or like Oscar – they would always lightly catch up and laugh whenever she visited a paddock. And she sure as hell knew that he was aware what was the reason behind her being absent recently. 

“Hey, do me a favor,” he said, surprised to see her in the paddock, but not making a big deal out of it. “Tell me I’m being dramatic.”

She raised a brow. “You’re being dramatic.”

Oscar grinned. “That’s what I needed.”

They fell into easy conversation – nothing deep, just lighthearted jabs about how McLaren clearly needed her back on call, and how she had ditched them for something far less entertaining.

And then, as she was mid-sentence, Oscar’s eyes flicked to her shirt.

Her stomach dropped. She glanced down, realizing how obvious it was now, when she dropped her jacket off. The faded Lando Norris on the back. The small details only a real fan – or someone owning a similar t-shirt – would notice, proved this shirt wasn’t just merch, but his.

“That is not just any McLaren shirt.”

Her face went hot. “Oscar –”

“You’re both so full of shit,” he cut in, laughing.

Before she could protest, before she could even think, he was pulling out his phone.

“Oscar,” she warned.

“Relax,” he said, snapping the picture. “I’ll make it tasteful.”

So when later that day, after the GP was done and gone, her phone buzzed, she wasn’t surprised to see that Oscar had tagged her in a story, meant for a close friend's circle. At least he had decency not to post it publicly, sparing her from the speculation of people online.

A casual shot – Oscar grinning, arm still wrapped in tape, her beside him, mid-laugh. The caption?

“I’m here catching up with a friend, being all nice and all, and she’s still in his corner.”

She rolled her eyes and locked her phone, pretending she saw nothing. Lando rarely if ever checked other driver’s stories, so she thought that maybe she was safe. 

What she didn’t know, that Lando was also tagged in it. 

It was late by the time the high of his first home win finally started to wear off. It should have lasted longer. It should have been everything. And for a while, it was. The roar of the British crowd, the Union Jack wrapped around his shoulders, the feeling of standing on the top step at Silverstone – his Silverstone. It was a dream he’d had since he was a kid, a moment that was meant to feel like an ending and a beginning all at once.

But the thing about dreams is that you never picture them alone. And she wasn’t there. Not where she should have been, anyway.

He’d looked for her. Not consciously, not obviously, but when he turned toward the grandstands where his family sat – where she used to sit – his eyes found nothing but an empty space. And it was stupid to expect anything different. They weren’t that anymore. They weren’t anything, really.

But for the first time since she walked out, he let himself admit it. It still felt wrong doing this without her.

Later, exhausted but unwilling to sleep, he opened his phone, torn between drowning in nostalgia or holding onto the adrenaline of the win. He chose the latter. Scrolled through the tags, looking for a story to share. When he saw the notification from Oscar, he barely thought twice. Probably some congratulatory post, maybe something teasing him for taking so long to win here.

But when he clicked it, the world narrowed to a pinpoint.

Because there she was.

Not in the stands. Not in his family's section. But she had been there. And she was wearing his shirt. An old one, something he barely even remembered giving her, but she still had it. Still wore it.

His stomach tightened. She hadn’t wanted to see him. Hadn’t let him see her. But maybe he wasn’t the only one still looking for pieces of the past.

And maybe she wasn’t quite ready to let them go either.

______

There were still three days left until their one-year mark. Not that she was counting. 

362 days had passed. 362 days of learning how to be her own person again. And, honestly? She wasn’t half bad at it. 

She had figured out how to be alone without feeling lonely. She’d chased things she never made time for before, threw herself into work, into new routines, into a version of herself that wasn’t just an extension of him. And she liked who she was becoming – someone stronger, more driven, more sure of herself.

But did she still feel a pit in her stomach every time she thought about the fact that he wasn’t there to see it? Absolutely.

And maybe that was why she had convinced herself she just had to make it to a year. A clean number. One final milestone to tell her that they had really done it – walked away, stayed away and allowed them both to breath.

But then came the invitation. Max, persistently begging her to come. It’s his birthday, he’d want you there. And also, it was hard to lie to herself that three days would make her change her mind. 

Before she knew it, she was standing in the middle of the chaos, clutching a drink she didn’t want, in a room that felt too damn small. The music was loud, the air thick with laughter and voices overlapping in that familiar, comfortable way. She had spent years in rooms like this, at parties just like this, orbiting the same people, the same circles. But tonight, she felt like a stranger.

And then she saw him. Across the room, back turned, laughing at something Max had said. Easy. Effortless. Like nothing had changed.

The last time she saw him, Lando was leaving Silverstone with his name echoing through the crowd. A winner. A hero. And she had watched from the screen of her phone, watching him have everything he ever wanted. 

That realization made her stop in her tracks.

Because here he was, months later, standing in the center of a world that kept spinning without her. With only three GPs left, he was still a contender for the whole damn championship. He had managed to dodge all major drama, kept his head down, thrived. And now, surrounded by friends, by people who cared for him, cherished him, celebrated him – he looked free.

Happy.

And just like that, the thought hit her like a punch to the ribs. Maybe this should be it. Maybe this night should be her closure. Because if this past year had proven anything, it was that he didn’t need her. And as much as it twisted something deep inside her, maybe she was okay with that.

Maybe she could give up the what if in exchange for the freedom she had convinced herself he deserved. Even if her heart didn’t waver. Even if she was still his in ways she wished she wasn’t.

She turned on her heel, ready to leave this place. She knew that he was aware that she was here. So the checkmark ticked for their friends – she was here, she had cheered for him. Now it was time to leave all this behind them. Just as she was about to put the empty glass on the table by the door, she heard a familiar voice:

“Leaving so soon?”

His voice cut through the noise like a blade. She could barely hear it, but somehow, it still sent a shiver down her spine.

She didn’t turn back, not right away. She let out a breath, eyes shutting for half a second, before finally facing him.

“I was just –” She cleared her throat, finding it suddenly dry. “I was just stepping out.”

Something flickered in his eyes. He didn’t call her bullshit. Didn’t need to. Instead, he simply gestured toward the door.

“Me too.”

As they stepped outside, the air outside was crisp, a quiet relief from the overwhelming heat of the party. She crossed her arms over her chest, less for warmth, more for something to do. Lando stuffed his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels as he exhaled, long and slow.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

And then–

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

She let out something between a laugh and a scoff. “I wasn’t going to.”

His lips twitched. “Max?”

“Max.”

Silence again. But this one wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t unfamiliar. It was them. The kind of quiet that only came after knowing someone for years. The kind that held more weight than words.

Lando rocked back on his heels. “You didn’t have to come.”

She let out a breath, steadying herself. “I know.”

“Then why did you?”

She shifted on her feet, gaze flickering toward the door, toward the party she could easily slip back into. Away from this. But she didn’t move.

Instead, she sighed, voice softer now. “Because it’s your birthday.”

Lando exhaled through his nose, looking away for a moment. “I thought maybe you were done.”

“I thought so too,” she admitted. “I was trying to be.”

His gaze snapped back to her, something sharp behind his eyes. “Trying?”

Her stomach twisted. This was exactly what she had been afraid of – this conversation, the one she wasn’t sure she was ready to have. The one where she had to admit that all the time, all the space, all the growing hadn’t undone a damn thing.

“I didn’t want us to slip back,” she confessed. “Back into something that wasn’t healthy. Back into us, but wrong.”

Lando nodded, slow. “And do you think we would?”

She looked at him. At the way he was standing now, steadier, stronger, more him. At the way his face, older in ways that had nothing to do with time, still softened at the sight of her. At the way she still felt it. That pull. That certainty.

She swallowed hard. “No.”

He stepped forward. Not much. Just enough. And this time, he was the one to break the silence.

“You know what I realized?” His voice was quiet, careful. “That I could have the best day of my life, and it still wouldn’t be quite right.”

She stiffened.

“Because it’s not about someone seeing it,” he continued. “It’s about someone being there. It’s about looking over and knowing –” he broke off, shaking his head, then tried again. “I didn’t need you to see me win at Silverstone. Hell I didn't need you to witness any of this. I just –” his voice dropped even lower – “needed you. And then I saw you in that damn picture with my t-shirt on. It took everything in me not to drive to Bristol, looking for you.”

Her throat tightened. “Lando.”

“I know we did the right thing,” he said, brushing it off. “I know we needed time. I know we needed to fix things.” A pause. Then he looked dead into her eyes. “But tell me. Right now. That if we part ways now that you will be the happiest version of yourself.”

Now, she was standing in front of the person who had been both her greatest love and her hardest lesson. Now, she was staring at him, the weight of their history pressing in from all sides, and she still couldn’t imagine a life where she didn’t look for him in every crowd. Now, she was tired of pretending.

“I don’t regret what we did,” she whispered. Something flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t pull back. “I think we needed it,” she admitted. “I think we needed the space. The time. I think we needed to figure out who we were without each other.”

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to continue. “And I did. I figured it out.”

Lando didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. “And?”

She hesitated, because saying it out loud made it real. Made it true. But after all the turmoil she owed him that much.

“I had good days,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Really good days. Days where I laughed so hard my ribs ached. Where I felt strong. Where I was proud of who I was becoming.”

Lando’s jaw tensed. She inhaled sharply. 

“And then there were the other days. The ones where something amazingly good or amazingly bad happened, something I wanted to share, but I’d reach for my phone and realize – ” Her voice cracked. “Realize you weren’t there.”

Lando shut his eyes for a second, like he needed a moment to steady himself. “Yeah.”

Her chest tightened. “And you?”

His lips parted, but for the first time all night, words didn’t come so easily. So he exhaled, rubbed a hand over his jaw, and met her gaze with the kind of raw honesty that left no room for doubt.

“I had the best day of my life, and it still felt wrong because you weren’t there to see it.”

She blinked, chest tightening, but he wasn’t done.

“I had the worst day of my life too. And every instinct told me to go to you. And I couldn’t.”

Her throat burned.

“I used to think what we had was everything,” he murmured. “And then we broke apart, and I thought – maybe I was wrong. Maybe we were just young and caught up in something that was never meant to last.”

She held her breath.

“But then I lived without you. I learned how to be on my own. I grew. And I still came to the same conclusion.”

His fingers twitched at his sides, as if he was holding himself back.

“You are the only thing in my life that I’ve ever been sure of.”

Tears burned at the back of her eyes, but she forced a watery laugh. “That’s funny,” she whispered. “Because I was just about to say the same thing.”

Lando’s shoulders fell, something breaking apart and putting itself back together all at once. And then he stepped forward. And so did she.

And when he kissed her, it wasn’t about picking up where they left off.

It was about choosing each other again. And they landed exactly where they needed to.

[love-byers]

i've been obsessed with the s4 epilogue for the last few days and i need to talk about this

the camerawork is CRAZY. the amount of tricks they use here is just not necessary for them simply looking through the car window. and remember this is the EPILOGUE. in stranger things the epilogues are packed full with foreshadowing, especially in s4. there is no dialogue, only the voiceover of the new reporter.

these are the first two shots we see, back to back. mike and el are fully visible together on screen, while will is fully by himself. the camera isn't moving much at first

then there are some shots of the destruction in hawkins and families packing up to leave.

then there's this shot of will, possible referencing the phineas gage analogy used in s2. mike and el's heads are barely visible in the back.

then there's another shot of families packing to leave hawkins.

then, there's this:

it's interesting how el is at first hidden behind mike and slowly revealed.

then there's a shot of the high school.

then:

this is the first shot of willelmike from inside the van, not outside the window looking in. el is not visible at all, only will and mike. and the focus is shifting from will to mike.

(i will also note that the music noticeably swells here. seriously go watch it gets very loud and even more emotional when the focus shifts from will to mike)

the next time we see the characters is this:

mike is not visible at all, only will and el.

then:

we see mike and el again, but not at the same time. they are distinctly separated and obscured. we only see one at a time.

this is the last we see in the van. mike, again, is obscured. we still can't see mike and el as a unit like they were being shown as in the beginning. i can't stress enough how important it is that they were originally being shown together. this is also the first time we are seeing through el's pov, looking through her side of the van instead of mike's.

only after the shot that shifts from will to mike, we can no longer see mike and el on screen at the same time. only after the shot of mike and will. and it's only after the shot where mike and el are distinctly separated that we see el independent, looking through her own window instead of mike's while mike is the one obscured in the background, and we get a close up on her face.

we progressively see more of mike and will on screen together.

while every time we see mike and el, we see less of them.

this is storytelling through camerawork, quite obviously. don't forget that this is what we see immediately in the epilogue. mere moments before this, we saw el reviving max, where we hear many quotes such as:

"Not Hopper, not Mike, you."

"See? What'd I tell you? There's more to life than stupid boys!"

"Against the rules?" "We make our own rules."

maybe TWO MINUTES before these shots in the van.

and i'm not trying to get testy cause i know people get sensitive about this, but they chose to show us the love triangle looking on at the destruction and devastation in hawkins. the same love triangle who are inexplicably tied to the monologue, aka a massive act of forced conformity.

"It's forced conforming. That's what's killing the kids."

will mike and el were all struggling with this. el was deeply insecure and felt like a monster, and relationship with mike did nothing but fuel it. she pretended to be someone she wasn't in front of him and EXTENSIVELY lied to him. mike feels like a useless nerd loser who is also likely dealing with internalized homophobia, and his relationship with did nothing but fuel it. he felt like he had to pretend to be someone else in lenora, because his true self isn't enough. the only person to soothe these insecurities of mike's is will byers, who is also deeply in love with mike. will byers, who because of mike pushing him away in an attempt to be 'normal', thinks mike will never ever feel the same and thinks mike loves el. the one person who brings out mike's true self and naturally makes mike feel like his true self is enough, is also the one who pushed mike into saying i love you to el in the end. that's why they failed, and that's why they're the ones with an extended compilation looking on at the destruction. we needed to see them observe the damage that they inadvertently caused.

let me be clear, i'm not blaming them or calling them bad people or stupid or anything. it's all about the narrative and storytelling and themes of the show.

this gets even more interesting when you consider that mike will and el are the leads of season s5. this is how they're portraying the leads of s4 in the final foreshadowing portion of s4.

[fourth-wing-stories]

Mirrorball - Part 4

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Ridoc x OC

Words: 1747

Summary: Tensions run high as Iris and Ridoc find themselves caught in a storm of emotions. After weeks of unspoken feelings and jealous glances, a heated argument brings everything to the surface.

A/N: Hope you like it xoxo

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Tags: @sweetsugarcoffee

Requests are OPEN, check bio

When the group went to the bar that night, the atmosphere was light and familiar—like countless evenings before, filled with laughter, drinks, and banter among the riders. They had a table in the corner, slightly removed from the loudest part of the crowd, but still surrounded by the hum of conversation and clinking mugs.

Iris sat with Rhiannon and Violet, casually sipping her drink as Ridoc sat across the table, surrounded by Sawyer, Aaric, and a few others. As usual, Ridoc was his charming, easygoing self, laughing loudly at something Sawyer said, but Iris could feel his gaze flick toward her more often than usual.

Rhiannon nudged Iris with a smirk. “He’s been glancing your way all night. Care to explain?”

Iris rolled her eyes, trying to hide the warmth creeping up her neck. “Nothing to explain. We’re just... friends.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Violet chimed in, clearly not buying it. She leaned in, her tone teasing. “Is that what all that tension was about earlier? Because it feels like more than just friends.”

Iris didn’t respond, instead taking another sip of her drink and avoiding their knowing looks. She could feel the tension between herself and Ridoc building all evening, just like it always did when they were near each other. But Iris was not gonna be someone's second choice, someone he goes to when the thing with the guy from third year ends or Ridoc gets bored. She´s not gonna be the one pining for a guy that might not even be interested her beyond a good fuck.

The third year, Jason was his name, came up to our table and sat down next to Ridoc. Iris could feel her chest tighten at the sight. Enough was enough, she needed a distraction. She spotted Kellan at the bar, he´d try to flirt with her before but she had shut it down. He wasn´t really her type but he'd do.

She stood up and told Vi and Ri she was gonna get another drink. She was gonna get another drink, just hopefully it be Kellen buying. As she came up to him, she brushed her hand over his arm and she already knew she had him. He lost all interested inn his buddies and turned all his attention on her.

At their table Ridoc was now fuming. Iris laughed at something Kellen said, though she barely registered his words—her attention was divided, fully aware of Ridoc watching her from across the table.

She met his eyes and for a moment they just looked at each other then he looked back to Jason next to him. but. She'd been so stupid to think he was actually interested inn her. The third year leaned in close to him, laughing at something he said, his hand resting lightly on his arm.

She caught Ridoc’s eye across the table, and there it was: his signature smirk. He raised his glass in a silent challenge, as if to say, jealous?

Kellan leaned in closer, his hand brushing her arm as he asked her something, but she didn’t quite catch what it was. She was too focused on Ridoc—how his eyes kept flicking toward her, how he seemed to be deliberately ignoring her, as if that wasn’t exactly what she was doing too.

“Hey, are you listening?” Kellan’s voice snapped her back to the moment.

“Something on your mind?” Kellan asked, a playful smirk on his lips, he put his han around her waist pulling her in a bit closer, obviously trying to keep her attention.

Iris opened her mouth to reply, but just then, she saw Ridoc push his chair back and stand up. Jason reached for him, asking something, but Ridoc waved him off, his eyes locking on Iris again. That smirk was gone, replaced by something darker, something more intense.

She turned back to Kellan, knowing full well what she was doing. “Actually, I think I’m going to step outside for some air. Too much noise in here.”

Kellan blinked, surprised. “Uh, want some company?”

Before Iris could answer, Ridoc was suddenly beside her. “She’s good,” he said, his voice smooth but with an edge, not even bothering to look at Kellan. He was focused entirely on Iris, and she could feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

Kellan frowned, looking between them. “Everything okay?”

“Iris and I need to talk,” Ridoc said firmly, giving Kellan a look that brooked no argument.

Iris shot Kellan an apologetic look before following Ridoc as he led her out of the bar. The cool night air hit her as they stepped outside, the sky overcast, heavy with the promise of rain. They were just outside the bar’s entrance, far enough from the noise but close enough that she could still hear the muffled laughter and clinking glasses from inside.

She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling defensive, and turned to face Ridoc. “What the hell, Ridoc? I was in the middle of a conversation.”

“A conversation?” he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “With Kellan?”

“What does it matter to you?” she shot back, her frustration bubbling up. “You seemed pretty busy with Jason.”

Ridoc let out a sharp laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, so this is what this is about? You’re jealous?”

“Jealous?!” Iris’ voice rose. “Of course not! Why would I be jealous of you and him?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Ridoc retorted, stepping closer to her. “You were practically throwing yourself at Kellan in there.”

“I was talking to him, Ridoc. You have no right to—”

“To what?” he cut her off, his voice rising with frustration. “To care? To be pissed off when I see you flirting with some guy?”

“Oh, so it’s okay when you’re flirting with Jason, but when I talk to someone, it’s a problem?” Iris shot back, her anger flaring. She could feel the tension between them crackling like the air before a storm, and she was done pretending it didn’t affect her.

“I wasn’t flirting with Jason,” Ridoc growled, his eyes flashing. He was telling the truth, she could feel it. But that didn´t make her any less angry. “And don’t act like you don’t know what this is about, Iris.” he continued.

“I don’t, Ridoc! I don’t understand you at all!” she snapped. “One minute, you’re distant, you’re pushing me away, and the next you’re acting like I’m the only person in the room. What do you want from me?!”

Ridoc stepped even closer, his face inches from hers, the intensity in his gaze making her heart race. “I don’t want to push you away,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But damn it, Iris, you drive me crazy.”

Before she could finish, the sky opened up and rain began to pour down, drenching them in seconds. But neither of them moved, too caught up in the storm of emotions raging between them.

“What the hell do you want, Ridoc?” Iris snapped, trying to mask the vulnerability she felt creeping up her spine. She wasn’t going to stand there and let him pretend like nothing had been happening between them, like it wasn’t affecting her.

Ridoc walked closer, shaking his head in frustration, his voice firm but not angry. “We should go inside, you’ll get sick.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Iris let out a short, bitter laugh, her heart pounding in her chest. “You think I care about the rain right now? Really?”

He stepped even closer, close enough now that she could see the tension in his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell as though he was holding back something. His voice was low, the words almost lost in the sound of the rain. “No but I care about you, so stop yelling at me and get back inside" Iris didn´t move.

She shook her head, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady. “You have a funny way of showing it. One minute you’re all smiles and smirks, the next you’re off with Jason or flirting with whoever catches your eye. What am I supposed to think, Ridoc? That I’m just some... temporary amusement for you?”

Ridoc’s eyes darkened, his hands clenching at his sides. “That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?” Iris shot back, the rawness in her voice making her throat tighten. “Because I’m not going to keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt every time I see you with someone else.”

She turned to walk away, her heart aching in a way she hadn’t expected, but before she could take more than a step, Ridoc reached out, grabbing her arm—not forcefully, but enough to stop her.

“Iris, wait,” he said, his voice rough now, desperate. “It’s not like that.”

She stopped, looking back at him, rainwater dripping from her chin. “Then what is it like? Because I don’t understand you, Ridoc. One minute you’re all over me, the next, you’re acting like nothing matters. I’m not playing this game with you.”

"I´m not playing games with you!" he yells back stepping closer.

"Fuck this" Iris yells back then turns to walk back to Basgiath when Ridoc grabs her hand and pulls her back, making her turn to face him. "What-" She starts but is silenced by Ridoc pulling her close and kissing her. For a brief moment, she let herself get lost in it—the feeling of his lips on hers, the way he pulled her close. But then the frustration, the confusion, the hurt bubbled back up, and she pushed him away, her breath shaky.

Their eyes meet and they just stay quiet.

Before Iris can speak Ridoc breaks the silence “See you tomorrow, Draven.” Then walks back towards Basgiath leaving Iris alone in the rain. As Ridoc walks away, his heart races, the taste of her still on his lips. He wanted to say more, to explain everything, but the words got caught in his throat. Damn it, Draven. He wasn’t sure what scared him more—how much he wanted her or how much he had to lose.

Iris stood there, frozen in place, watching him walk away. The rain soaking through her clothes, but all she could feel was the heat of his lips on hers. Her mind raced, torn between the anger still simmering in her chest and the undeniable pull she felt toward him. She wanted to hate him for how easily he messed with her heart, but the truth was, she wasn’t sure if she could.

[the-winter-spider]

Yours, Always | Part Nine

Steve x reader, Bucky x reader AU

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: Little bit of this little bit of that

A/N: Steve and bucky meet next part 👀👀👀👀👀 Also ive decided since all my fics are inspired by songs and this one wasnt i was searching for one and ive declared Iris this stories song.

Masterpost

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“God, I can’t wait to go home.”

Bucky leans back against the pillows, a lazy smile stretching across his face, you sit in the chair beside his bed, legs tucked under you, grinning at him.

“Nothing’s really changed,” you tell him, shaking your head. “It’s all the same.”

Bucky raises his eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “It’s just… not as vibrant as I remember it to be.”

Bucky tilts his head, watching you. Then, softer now, more certain. “That’s because it was never the place that made it vibrant.”

Your brows furrow. “No?”

He shakes his head. “It was us, we were the ones who made it full of life. We made it home, we made it everything.”

Your chest tightens at that, letting out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Damn, Buck. Are you getting all sentimental on me?”

He smirks. “What can I say? I’ve had a lot of time to think.”

Before you can respond, there’s a knock on the door. You both turn as it swings open, revealing a man standing in the doorway. “Bucky?”

Bucky’s eyes go wide. “Sam.”

And then before you can even blink they’re moving toward each other, Bucky pushes himself off the bed, wincing slightly as he stands, but he doesn’t hesitate.

Sam is on him in an instant, wrapping him in a tight hug, clapping his back.

“Shit, man,” Sam exhales, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I was never gonna see your ugly face again. They had me at some other hospital, had to bribe the nurses to let me out early.”

Bucky laughs, squeezing his friend tighter. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Wilson.”

They pull back, and Sam grins, shaking his head. “Damn, Buck, so good to see you, you look better already.”

Bucky smirks. “And you still look...old”

Sam laughs, shoving him lightly. “You were gone the same amount of time as me man, you look old too.” His gaze shifts, brown eyes land on you.

He pauses, taking you in for a moment before a knowing smirk spreads across his face. “And who is this beautiful lady?” Sam asks smoothly, stepping toward you.

You laugh, extending your hand. “Y/N.”

Sam grips your hand, shaking it, he looks back at Bucky. “Oh snap, this is her.”

Bucky looks so damn proud when he nods. “This is her.”

Before you can react, Sam tugs you into a hug.

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “Nice to meet you too, Sam.”

“Feels like I already know you,” he says, pulling back slightly. “This guy wouldn’t shut up about you.”

You turn to Bucky, raising an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Bucky shrugs, smirking. “Not my fault you’re my favorite topic.”

Sam laughs, crossing his arms. “Yeah, yeah and by the way..” he leans in slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “I totally think it was your fault you guys got caught swimming in the school pool that night.”

Your mouth drops open. “Bucky!” You turn to him, scandalized. “That was your fault! You were the one laughing too loud!”

Bucky throws his hands up. “Hey, don’t pin that on me! You’re the one who dared me to do a cannonball!”

“That was after we were already caught, you asshole!”

Sam bursts out laughing. “Oh, I like her,” he says, nudging Bucky. “She’s got a mouth on her. Good luck with that, man.”

Bucky smirks, watching you with something soft in his eyes. “Yeah. I know.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head, but you’re smiling.

The three of you settle in comfortably, Bucky back on the bed, you still in the chair beside him, and Sam dragging a chair from the corner of the room.

It’s easy. Sam is talking, filling the space with stories about all the stupid shit Bucky got into before they were captured.

“I swear, man, this idiot thought he could outdrink all of us one night when we were stationed overseas.”

You snort, looking at Bucky. “That sounds about right.”

“Yeah?” Sam grins. “Well, guess what happened?”

You tilt your head, pretending to think. “He ended up half-naked on a rooftop singing old rock songs?”

Sam bursts out laughing, pointing at you. “See? She gets it! She knows you, man.”

Bucky just shakes his head, smirking. “You two are already teaming up against me, unreal.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam continues, leaning forward, “this guy was a menace. If there was trouble, Barnes found it.”

“He always did,” you muse, shaking your head with a small smile.

Then Sam shifts, his voice softening slightly, a teasing edge still there, but something knowing underneath. “Only time he wasn’t getting into some dumb shit was when he was writing his little letters.”

Your breathing stops.

“Didn’t matter what we were doing,” Sam continues. “Playing cards, watching movies, getting in fights, this guy would be off to the side, scribbling away.”

Your face heats up, you can feel Bucky’s eyes on you.

“You should’ve seen it,” Sam chuckles. “Like clockwork, every damn day. We’d be out tossing a football, and Barnes? Sitting there with his little notebook, writing about God knows what.”

Your stomach churns.

You already know what.

You.

Because you read every single one of them you just never wrote him back.

Bucky must notice the shift in your expression, the way your fingers twitch in your lap, his voice is softer when he speaks. “You okay?”

You force yourself to look at him.

He’s watching you carefully, his brows drawn together just slightly, like he’s trying to read the emotions playing across your face.

You swallow hard. “Yeah.”

Bucky doesn’t look convinced, neither does Sam, honestly.

You clear your throat, shifting in your seat. “I just, I didn’t know you spent so much time writing.”

Bucky tilts his head slightly. “What did you think I was doing?”

You hesitate, softer, quieter. “I don’t know. Trying to move on, maybe.”

Something in Bucky’s expression breaks. “There was never moving on from you, Y/N. Never will be. What we have is different, I’d be stupid to look anywhere else for it.” He paused realising how it sounds so he back peddled, “Our friendship is everything to me.”

The words are so simple, so certain, like they were never up for debate and truthfully he couldn’t even fathom the idea of a world where you weren’t still the most important thing to him.

Your chest twists, you don’t trust yourself to speak. So instead, you just squeeze your hands together in your lap, staring down at them.

The silence that follows is heavy. Sam clears his throat. “Well, damn. I was trying to lighten the mood, not make it emotional.”

You let out a soft, watery laugh.

“You should know for future reference,” Bucky smirks, “wherever she and I go, it's a rollercoaster.”

Sam grins, shaking his head. “Noted, guess I’ll have to start cracking more jokes around you two. I hate the damn drops on those things.”

Bucky smirks. “You could try, but she’s funnier than you.”

“Oh, hell no,” Sam scoffs. “Y/N, back me up here. Who’s funnier?”

You pretend to think, tapping your chin. With a small smirk. “Definitely me.”

Bucky throws his head back, laughing.

Sam groans. “Great, another one. I'm gonna get gained up on with you two aren't I?"

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The desert heat was relentless, pressing down on them like a weight that never let up. The air smelled of sand, sweat, and gun oil, the sounds of distant training drills filling the space between their conversation.

Bucky sat on the edge of his cot, his boots unlaced, uniform dusted with the day’s grime. He was hunched over, pen in hand, scribbling in his usual frantic way. The dim glow of the tent’s single overhead light flickered, casting long shadows on the canvas walls.

Sam, lying back on his own cot, hands folded behind his head, watched him with an amused expression. “Man, I gotta ask, what’s the deal with this girl?”

Bucky’s pen paused mid-sentence. His shoulders stiffened, but he kept his eyes on the page. “What girl?”

Sam snorted. “Oh, don’t even play dumb. You’ve been writing to her damn near every night since we got here. I don’t even write my sister this much.”

A couple of the other guys in their unit chuckled, listening in. Bucky sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s complicated.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “So uncomplicated it. You either love her, or you don’t.”

Bucky hesitated, tapping his pen against his knee. “Of course I love her but It’s not that simple, man. We were always… almost something. There were a million moments where I thought she felt the same way. But then I’d think… what if I was wrong? What if she was just being sweet, and if i put it all out there, and it ruined everything? What if I lost her completely? She’s my best friend, I couldn't handle that.”

Sam sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. “So where are her letters?”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “What?”

Sam shook his head, exhaling.“You’re writing to her, but I don’t see any from her.”

Silence.

Bucky stared down at his half-finished letter, his grip tightening around the pen.

Sam’s expression softened. “Buck…”

“I lied to her,” Bucky admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sam’s head tilted slightly. “What do you mean?”

Bucky swallowed hard. “I never told her I enlisted.”

Sam blinked. “Shit.”

“I kept putting it off,” Bucky continued, his voice strained. “I knew she’d be pissed, and I was in too deep with our plans. We were supposed to go to New York together, go to school, start our lives. And I…I was too much of a coward to tell her that wasn’t gonna happen.” He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “And then I got the letter a week early. They wanted me in for training sooner than my set date. I was literally packing my bags when she showed up at my house, and she…she saw me getting ready to leave.”

Sam winced. “Damn, that looks really bad.”

Bucky let out a long breath, eyes shining with something unreadable. “Yeah.”

“What did she say?”

Bucky’s jaw tightened. “She told me she hated me, that she never wanted to see me again.”

Sam’s expression softened. “Buck, there’s no way she meant that.”

Bucky laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “Then why isn’t she writing me back?” His voice cracked. “It’s been a year, I’m over here, and she’s over there, and I…I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, firm and grounding. “We got another eight months, then we’re home.”

Bucky swallowed, his throat thick.

“And when we get back,” Sam continued, “you’re gonna go get your girl and no chickening out this time. We do it for real, especially if I’m involved.”

That got a small, watery laugh out of Bucky. “Yeah?”

Sam grinned. “Yeah, man. We’ll fix this. You’ll see. I’m the best wing man out there.”

Bucky nodded, exhaling slowly, staring down at the unfinished letter in his lap.

Eight more months.

Then, he’d go home and he’d finally get to be with you.

----

It was time, you had to go home and you didn’t want to. You wanted to go with Bucky but you had a life, a life that no longer felt like yours with your whole world standing in front of you. The airport is loud and busy, but to you, it feels like the world has shrunk down to just this moment.

Just you and Bucky, standing at the gate about to part ways again.

Winnie is nearby, speaking with the flight attendant, her eyes flickering back to the two of you every few seconds, watching, waiting.

Bucky exhales slowly, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie. His bandaged shoulder is stiff, his body still adjusting to freedom, but right now, all of his focus is on you.

“So… when are you coming home?” His voice is quiet, almost hesitant.

Your stomach twists.

“Bucky, I—” You sigh, shaking your head. “Things are… complicated.”

His brows furrow. “Complicated how?” He knew you had your own family but he was being selfish but he only really felt happiness around you, when you weren’t there his mind would wander to the last 8 years and what he went through.

You look down, fidgeting with the strap of your bag. “I have Lily and Steve. My whole life is in New York now. I can’t just…no matter how much I want to, I just…” You bite your lip, looking up at him. “I promise I’ll be there soon. I just need time to figure some things out.”

Bucky nods, but you can see the pain in his eyes, the way his jaw tenses like he’s holding something back. “I really don’t want to be away from you again, I don’t know if I can..”

Your chest tightens. “I know,” you whisper.

His eyes are glistening, a tear threatening to spill. “This is really hard for me.” His throat bobs.

You swallow the lump in your own throat and reach for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “I know, Bucky. But we’ll call, we’ll video chat every day, okay? It’s not like before. We have ways to stay connected now. I promise, I’ll be there as soon as I can, this hurts me too.”

He nods, swiping a hand over his face. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

The speaker overhead announces your flight. “Final boarding for Flight 763 to New York.”

You let out a shaky breath, shifting on your feet. “I guess that’s me.”

Bucky nods stiffly, his hands twitching at his sides like he doesn’t know whether to pull you in or let you go.

So you make the choice for him. You throw your arms around his neck, holding him as tightly as you can.

He clings to you instantly, burying his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply like he’s trying to commit this moment to memory.

“Call me the second you get home,” you murmur. “My number is still the same, I never changed it. Just in case.” You whisper.

“I will.” His voice is thick, shaky.

You pull back slightly, and Bucky doesn’t move far.

He looks at you for a moment, then leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, he lingers there not long enough.

It makes your heart ache.

You step back, forcing yourself to turn around, to walk toward the gate, to leave but you stop. Something inside you won’t let you walk away just yet. You turn back around, digging into your bag. “Wait.”

Bucky’s brows knit together. “What?”

You pull out a worn, leather-bound journal.

The one Steve gave you, the one you filled with letters to Bucky.

His eyes widen slightly as you hold it out to him.

“I have something for you.”

Bucky stares at it, hesitant, like he’s afraid to take it. “What is this?”

You exhale softly. “Steve got it for me. I wrote you back.”

His breath catches.

“What?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“I—I tried to get through it, the guilt, the pain and Steve thought it would help if I wrote to you, so I did.”

Bucky finally reaches for it, his fingers brushing over the cover, tracing the B on the front.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “Of course. I wrote to you, it’s meant for you.”

He clutches it tightly, like it’s the most important thing in the world.

Without warning, he pulls you into another hug, tighter than before. He’s afraid to let go. “I’ll see you soon?” His voice is small, uncertain.

You nod against his shoulder. “I promise.”

Slowly, reluctantly, Bucky pulls away.

You back away toward the gate, your eyes locked on his. “Goodbye, Bucky.”

He swallows hard, gripping the journal like it’s the only thing tethering him to the ground. “Goodbye, sweetheart.”

You force yourself to turn around. To keep walking, to leave.

And Bucky watches you go, standing there in the middle of the airport, his heart breaking all over again. “I love you.” He whispers to no one.

----

The gym was dimly lit with twinkling fairy lights, the bass of the music vibrating the wooden floor beneath Bucky’s shoes. The air was thick with the mingling scents of cheap cologne, perfume, and the sickly sweet punch that had definitely been spiked.

Bucky barely noticed any of it, he was too busy scanning the room, searching for you.

He had been doing it all night, barely listening to whatever Stacy was saying, nodding absently at her giggles and mindless chatter. His hand rested limply on her waist as they swayed lazily to the music, but his body felt tense, like he was in the wrong place like he was supposed to be somewhere else. Or maybe he was just supposed to be here with someone else.

“You sure you don’t wanna dance properly?” Stacy teased, pressing closer to him.

“I’m dancing.” Bucky muttered, distracted, his eyes still scanning the room.

“Not really.” She huffed, pulling back slightly to study him. “You keep looking around like you’re lost or something.”

He wasn’t lost or maybe he was, he always felt off when you weren’t in his sights. When he finally saw you a breath left him.

You were across the gym, standing by the refreshments table, your eyes bright, your smile easy. You were laughing at something that idiot John said, probably and then you poked his chest, and your face changed, you were upset, then John’s hand shot out, gripping your arm a little too tightly.

Bucky’s entire body went rigid. His jaw locked, his fingers clenched into fists.

Before he even had time to think, he was moving.

“Bucky?” Stacy tugged on his hand.

He barely heard her. His entire focus was on you, he moved through the crowd when he finally got to the spot he saw you at, you were gone. He watched as John stormed off toward the exit, his face twisted in frustration. Bucky twisted around, his heart racing.

“Where are you going?”

Stacy’s voice snapped him out of it, her fingers tightening around his wrist.

Bucky barely heard her. His eyes were locked on the empty space where you had been just moments ago. His chest felt tight, like something was pulling at him, urging him to run after you.

“I need to check on Y/N.” He tried to pull away from Stacy, but she only gripped him harder.

“You’re on a date with me,” she scoffed, her voice sharp, eyes narrowing. “You can’t just go running after some girl.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “She’s not just some girl.”

Stacy let out a dry laugh, her grip tightening like she was trying to keep him in place, trying to make him listen.

“Whatever, she’s your friend,” she sneered, rolling her eyes. “And you need to start realizing that if you keep hanging around her like this, nobody is ever gonna wanna be with you, Bucky. Everyone already thinks you’re in love with her!”

His heart stopped.

The words hit him like a brick to the chest, and before he could even think, before he could stop himself, he said the words that had been buried deep inside him for years.

“So what if I am?”

Stacy blinked.

For a second, just a split second, she looked genuinely shocked. But then she laughed again, like what he said was a joke, like she hadn’t just cracked him open like a glass window in a hurricane.

“I feel sorry for you,” she said coldly, her voice laced with something cruel, something cutting. “Because if you think she could ever love you back, you’re dumber than we all thought.”

His stomach twisted, and suddenly, he felt small. Because he had two insecurities you and the thought of never being good enough.

“Why wouldn’t she love me back?” His voice was quieter now, but no less desperate.

Stacy’s smirk faltered slightly, but she recovered quickly, straightening her spine. “Because she’s going somewhere, Bucky! And you’re not. You’re gonna stay here, just like everyone else. And even if you do follow her out of here like some lost puppy, what do you have to show for your life? Nothing! At least your father was a veteran and left your mother something, but you? You’re a joke.”

Bucky looked away, his jaw clenching so tight it ached.

Stacy shook her head, stepping back with a scoff. “And that’s exactly why she’ll never see you that way. You Bucky, you're nothing."

His fingers curled into fists at his sides, his mind racing, his pulse hammering against his ribs. He should have said something back, should have told her she was wrong, should have defended himself.

But instead, he just met her gaze, his voice lower, calmer than he felt.

“For the record, Stacy,” he said, his tone sharp as glass. “She’s not just some girl. You are.”

Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and left, shoving past the crowd, his only focus on finding you.

When he finally did you were outside, pacing the school steps, arms crossed over your chest, your face flushed with frustration.

“Hey,” Bucky called out, stepping toward you. “What’s wrong?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Nothing, just always stuck with the assholes, like always.”

He frowned. “What happened?”

“What happened? Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that every single guy in this stupid school is a fucking dick.” You ran a hand through your hair.

Bucky’s entire posture stiffened. “Do you want me to go back in there and beat him up?” His voice was low, serious. “You know I would, right?”

Your frustration wavered, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I know you would.”

He nudged you gently. “So? Do you want me to?”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “No, it’s not worth it. We graduate soon, we get out of here, and I leave all these stupid people behind.”

Bucky studied you for a long moment, then he finally sat down on the old wooden bench, patting the spot beside him.

After a few beats, you sat down.

The cool night air was a sharp contrast to the sticky warmth inside the gym, the stars twinkling above, and for a moment, it felt like just the two of you, like it had always been.

Bucky sighed. “I’m not one of those stupid assholes, am I?”

You turned to look at him, your expression softening.

“Never in a million years.” You shook your head. “No matter how hard you tried, you’d never be one to me.”

Something warm flickered in Bucky’s chest.

You sighed, pouting. “It just sucks,” you muttered.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “What does?”

“They’re playing my favorite song in there, and I’m stuck out here. I don’t even get to dance to it.”

Bucky stood up immediately, holding out his hand.

“My lady,” he grinned. “Can I please have this dance?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Bucky, you don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, but I do,” he smirked. “Been a bucket list goal of mine to get a dance from you.”

Your cheeks flushed.

Bucky’s heart did a double take. He had seen you blush before, but this felt different.

Slowly, you took his hand.

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms sliding around your waist.

‘And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life, and sooner or later, it's over, I just don't wanna miss you tonight”

The distant music from the gym faded, the only sound left was the soft hum of the night, the crickets, the rustling leaves.

His heart pounded in sync with yours, a slow, steady rhythm. It felt like the world had stopped. Your fingers brushed against the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Bucky leaned in, just slightly. You moved forward and his eyes were searching yours for any indication that you didn’t really want this, that you didn’t really want him and before he could close the distance a group of rowdy teenagers burst through the gym doors, laughing loudly, shattering the moment.

You instantly stepped back, clearing your throat, looking away.

Bucky clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Because this time? This time, it wasn’t a drunken kiss that led to something else, It wasn’t a fleeting, careless moment.

This was real; he could feel it and once again the universe had ripped it away.

---

Bucky stares at the worn leather journal in his hands, his fingers tracing the edges, gripping it like it might disappear if he lets go.

The plane hums around him, but he barely registers it.

He’s aware of his mother beside him, of the way she keeps glancing at him, her eyes soft and knowing.

“What’s in your hand, sweetheart?” Winnie finally asks gently.

Bucky swallows hard. His throat feels tight. “She wrote to me.”

Winnie’s brows pull together. “She did?”

He nods, exhaling sharply. “Yeah. She said Steve..” he hesitates, the name unfamiliar and heavy in his mouth. “He got it for her. She wrote me back finally.”

Winnie’s lips press together, emotion flickering across her face.

Bucky swipes a hand over his mouth, fingers shaking slightly as he flips open the journal.

The pages are filled.Front to back, page after page, all of it in your handwriting.

His breath stutters. “Jesus,” he mutters under his breath, his eyes scanning the first few words.

Bucky,

I don’t know why I’m doing this. Steve thinks it’ll help. I think it’s stupid. You're never going to read any of this.

But then again, I also think it’s stupid that you left me. That you’re gone. That I never wrote back when I had the chance. That I let my own pain keep me from you when I should have been writing you every damn day.

I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for that.

Bucky inhales shakily. His eyes burn, his fingers grip the journal tighter. But he keeps reading.

I tried, you know. I tried so hard to forget you. Not because I wanted to, but because it hurt too much to remember.

Because every time I let myself think of you, I could feel it all over again, the way my heart shattered the day you left, the way I wanted to scream when I saw you in that uniform, the way I wanted to beg you to stay even when I knew you wouldn’t. You never told me why, why you left me behind, why Bucky why?

A tear slips down his cheek. He wipes it away quickly, furiously. Winnie says nothing, she just watches him with sad eyes. Bucky takes a deep breath and keeps going.

I married a good man. He’s kind, he’s steady. He helped put me back together when I didn’t even know I was broken.

But Bucky, I don’t think I’ve ever been whole since the day you left. I don't think I'll ever be again, what kind of life is that?

Bucky closes the journal.

His chest aches, he presses his fingers against his eyes, his shoulders shaking.

“Oh, James.”

His mother’s voice is soft, her hand warm as she rubs gentle circles on his back. Bucky breathes deeply, trying to steady himself; he knows it is useless. Because since he got back, since he was rescued, since he breathed in fresh air again he finally sees just how much was stolen from the both of you.

Bucky is silent, staring down at the journal, his thumb running along the edge of the worn pages.

The plane rumbles beneath him, but he barely notices. His mother has stopped speaking, stopped watching him, she knows that he needs to read. That he wants to read. That he needs to let himself feel this. So, he turns the page.

Bucky,

I always thought it was going to be you. Always hoped it would be.

I don’t even know when I first started believing that. Maybe when we were kids, when you pulled me behind you and told those boys to leave me alone. Maybe when we had our first kiss that summer before middle school and swore it didn’t mean anything.

Maybe when I realized that even when I had other people in my life, you were always my person.

I think I knew for sure the first time we got drunk together at that dumb party and ended up in the back of your truck, under the stars, just us.

The first time you touched me like I was something fragile, something precious. The first time you whispered my name like you were afraid of what it meant and I almost asked you that night. I almost asked you if you wanted me the way I wanted you.

But I didn’t. Because we always danced around it, didn’t we? Always cheated that line between friendship and something more, but we never let ourselves cross it and I don’t know why.

Because I loved you, Bucky.

I love you.

I think I always have and now, you’re gone, and I feel like I’ve lost the biggest piece of myself. Like I’m walking through life without my heartbeat.

Without my soulmate and I don’t know how to exist in a world that doesn’t have you in it.

Yours, always.

Y/N.

Bucky stares, the words blur together, his vision swimming.

Because he never knew, never thought you felt the same way. He always thought it was one-sided because he could never wrap his head around you actually wanting him, all of him in the way he wanted you, in the way he loved you, he thought he was the one holding onto something that would never be.

But you love him, you actually love him in the way he loves you. But he can't have you.

--

The late summer air was warm, a gentle breeze rolling through the streets of your small town. The sun had just started to set, washing the sky in soft shades of pink and orange.

You and Bucky walked side by side down the quiet sidewalk, ice cream cones in hand, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your shoes the only sound between you for a while.

Out of nowhere, Bucky spoke. “So after we move to the big city and accomplish all our dreams… is that it?”

You looked at him, brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He licked his ice cream, eyes focused straight ahead. “I mean, is that where we’re staying? Is that where you’re gonna have your family and I’m gonna have mine?”

You nearly stumbled, stomach twisted, and suddenly, the sweet taste of ice cream in your mouth felt bitter. You had never really considered that Bucky’s future wouldn’t include you.

Sure, he had never actually said anything about the two of you ending up together, but… it was always just implied. Right? You had always assumed that when he talked about we and our dreams, that meant the two of you, together.

But hearing him say it now, like he had already envisioned a separate future for himself, a different life, a different family it stung. Because you always thought you two would end up together, it was just a matter of time.

You forced yourself to lick your ice cream, shrugging, hoping your voice wouldn’t give you away. “No.”

Bucky glanced at you, one brow raised. “No?”

“No,” you repeated, staring straight ahead.

He tilted his head. “So that’s not where we’re gonna end up?”

You swallowed. “I don’t know where you and your family are gonna end up, but me and mine?” You took a deep breath. “We’ll eventually come back here.”

Bucky snorted. “Really? Here?”

You turned to him sharply, scowling. “Why do you sound so harsh? Didn’t you love growing up here?”

His expression shifted. The teasing faded from his face, his lips pressing together. “I loved growing up with you,” he murmured.

Your heart clenched.

He said it so simply, so easily, like it wasn’t the most important thing you had ever heard.

You exhaled, looking out at the familiar town, the place that had raised you, shaped you, built you into the person you were. Every street, every corner, every tree, every lake… it was all part of you.

“I have so many memories here,” you said softly. “So many great ones. I wouldn’t want my kids to find those anywhere else.”

Bucky watched you carefully, his lips parting slightly.

You pointed up ahead, toward the outskirts of town, toward Miller’s old place, an old farmhouse that had been abandoned for as long as you could remember. The land stretched out for acres, beautiful and untouched, tucked away from the rest of the world.

“Right there,” you said, nodding toward it. “One day, I want to buy that land and build a house with all the money I’m gonna make from my big girl job in New York.”

Bucky was quiet for a long moment then softly, surely. “Okay.”

You blinked, turning to him. “Okay?”

He licked his ice cream again, nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

Your brows furrowed. “What does that mean?”

He shrugged. “It means whatever you want, I’ll be there.”.

You stared at him, your ice cream melting slightly in your fingers, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

“Wherever you go, I’ll go,” Bucky murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your throat tightened, but you forced out a small, teasing smirk, nudging his arm. “What if I end up in some super boring town in the middle of nowhere?”

Bucky grinned. “Then I guess I’ll be in a super boring town in the middle of nowhere.”

Your chest ached, you weren’t sure why.

You laughed, shaking your head, but deep down, you clung to those words like a promise.

Because that’s what it felt like.

A promise.

---

The plane hums softly beneath you, the cabin dimly lit as passengers settle in for the long flight.

You should be exhausted. You should be closing your eyes, letting sleep pull you under after the emotional whirlwind of the past few days.

But you can’t. Because all you can think about is Bucky.

It’s an ache that sits deep in your chest, something heavy, something pulling you in a direction you don’t quite know how to follow yet.

You grip the armrest, staring blankly out the window. The city lights disappear beneath the clouds, and with every passing mile, the space between you and Bucky stretches further and further and you don’t know if you can bear it, you could go back.

You could work from home. If you needed to be in the office, you could make the trip. You could have the life you always dreamed of, the life you and Bucky used to stay up all night talking about.

“What if we got a little place right outside the city?”

“We’d need a good coffee shop nearby.”

“Obviously.”

“And a couch big enough to sleep on when you get mad at me.”

“Oh, I’m always taking the bed, Buck. You can sleep on the floor.”

You smile softly, pressing your fingers against your lips as if it’ll help you hold the memory in place.

A moment you hadn’t let yourself think about in years.

You just turned 18, summer was almost done and the two of you would be headed to the big city in a week.

Lying on your stomach in Bucky’s bed, flipping through a book, your legs swinging slightly behind you.

Bucky was sitting on the floor, leaning against his bed, absently tossing a baseball up and catching it.

“You ever think about it?” he asked suddenly.

You glanced up. “Think about what?”

He hesitated, rolling the ball between his hands. His face looked serious. “Us.”

Your breath hitched. “What about us?”

He shrugged like it was nothing, like he wasn’t saying something that could change everything. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “Just… you ever wonder?”

You stared at him. Your stomach felt tight, like you were on the edge of something. “Bucky…”

“Never mind.” He cleared his throat, tossing the ball into the air again. “Forget I said anything.”

You didn’t press, you should have hated yourself for letting that moment slip through your fingers.

Your stomach twists. There were so many almosts…so many times Bucky had almost said something, almost done something. So many times you both did cross the line, only to step back again. He was your first kiss, your first time, your first real best friend. And yet, somehow, despite all of it, you let each other slip away.

How did something that meant everything turn into nothing at all?

The moment you step off the plane, your eyes scan the crowd, searching, heart thudding and then you see them.

Steve is standing tall, holding a small bouquet of flowers, and beside him, Lily.

Waving a brightly colored sign with your name scribbled across it in her messy, excited handwriting.

“Mommy!” she shrieks.

Before you can even react, she’s sprinting toward you, her little legs carrying her as fast as they can. A breathless laugh escapes you as you drop your bag just in time to catch her, lifting her into your arms.

You spin her around, burying your face in her curls, inhaling the familiar scent of home, warmth, and safety.

“I missed you, baby,” you murmur against her cheek.

“I missed you more!” she exclaims, her tiny hands squeezing your face before pressing a sloppy kiss to your nose.

Steve is next, stepping forward with that all-American, steady smile, his eyes soft as he watches the two of you.

“Now I got both my girls,” he says, his voice warm as he wraps an arm around both you and Lily, pulling you against his chest.

You melt into him, into the strength and familiarity of his embrace, into the way he holds you like he never wants to let go. You kiss him, slow and soft, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in it.

Lily groans, dramatically covering her eyes. “Ewww!”

Steve chuckles against your lips, pressing one last kiss to your forehead.

“You had a good flight?” he asks, handing you the flowers.

You nod, but the answer doesn’t come right away. Because you’re happy, right? You feel loved, wanted, safe but Bucky lingers in the back of your mind. Like a whisper, a pull, a presence that you can’t shake.

Steve sees it. He doesn’t say anything, but you know he does. His eyes flicker for just a second, his jaw tightening ever so slightly before he smooths it over with a gentle smile.

Because he knows and, deep down, so do you.

Because you can’t shake the feeling that this is it, the last chance the universe is giving you to be with him.

----

The rain tapped softly against the small window in your basement, a rhythmic hum that blended into the low sounds of Bucky’s video game. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, controller in hand, his brows furrowed in concentration while you lay on your stomach on the couch, flipping through old magazines and cutting out images for your scrapbook.

It was something you’d always done, ever since you were kids, manifesting the things you wanted most through paper and glue. But this one was different, this one meant something more.

Bucky let out a victorious whoop as he finished his level, tossing the controller onto the floor before stretching his arms above his head. “Alright, I’m starving,” he groaned, turning to you. “Wanna get some lunch? I mowed old man Harrison’s lawn last week, so I got a little extra cash, my treat.”

You didn’t look up, focused on carefully gluing down a delicate picture of a lace wedding dress. “Yeah, just let me finish this page.”

Bucky, now curious, leaned over the back of the couch to peek at what had your attention. “What are you working on this time?” He plucked the scrapbook gently from your hands before you could stop him.

“My wedding,” you admitted, pushing yourself up to sit beside him.

His lips quirked into a smirk. “Your wedding, huh?” He flipped through the page, his fingers tracing over the elegant images of white roses, candlelit aisles, and grand ballrooms. “You want a big wedding?”

You shook your head, smiling softly. “Not necessarily big, but… I want the full thing, you know? The flowers, the music, the dress. I want it to feel dreamy, like a fairytale. Like something out of a movie. Just… beautiful.”

Bucky was quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing absently over the corner of the page. Then, his voice dropped just slightly, more thoughtful than teasing. “You’re gonna get this someday.”

You glanced at him, tilting your head. “You think so?”

He nodded, still staring down at your scrapbook. “Yeah.” His voice was certain, steady. “Your future husband’s gonna want to give you everything you dream of, no question.”

Something about the way he said it made your heart skip.

You swallowed, looking down at the magazine clippings, at the life you had imagined for yourself. “How do you know?”

Bucky finally looked up, his blue eyes locking onto yours, his lips parting like he was about to say something, something real, something that had been lingering between you for years.

But instead, he just shrugged, his expression soft, wistful.

“Because I would.”

[winchesterwild78]

The Actor’s Secret 

Master list 

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Just a fluff piece. 

A/N: Springboarding off of @jackles010378  story. Jensen is single in this. No mention of divorce, but he’s single.

Reader is an actress on the set of Countdown and is enamored with Jensen. Can she keep her feelings to herself? Is her secret crush unrequited? 

Minors DNI 18+

The clapper snapped, a sharp, decisive sound that echoed through the cavernous soundstage. "Cut!" The director's voice boomed, and the tension that had been thick during the intense scene dissipated. I exhaled, finally able to release the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

"Countdown," a new show on Amazon, was my big break, and playing opposite Jensen Ackles, well, that was like winning the lottery twice. For years, he'd been the face on my bedroom wall, the star I secretly admired from afar. Now, I was playing his co-star, and the fantasy was rapidly turning into something... more.

Months on set had turned admiration into a full-blown, undeniable crush. I'd become a master of the stolen glance, the lingering touch during a scene, the nervous flutter in my stomach whenever he was near. I lived for the moments our characters interacted, the charged energy between us that felt achingly real.

Today, there was a lull in filming. The crew was resetting a complex prop, and Jensen, ever the easygoing one, pulled out a battered acoustic guitar. He settled into a director's chair, and the first chords resonated through the bustling set.

He started to sing, his voice a low, warm rumble that sent shivers down my spine. It was a soulful melody, a raw, emotional piece that seemed to pour directly from his heart. I sat across from him, pretending to scroll through my phone, but my eyes were glued to him. I nervously chewed my lip, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, especially when he’d look up, his eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment.

When the last note faded, a hush fell over the set. My heart was a frantic drumbeat in my ears. I needed to get out of there, to escape the overwhelming intensity of the moment. I stood up, my legs feeling a little shaky.

Jensen stood and followed me. 

"Hey," he said, his voice soft, "What did you think?"

I turned, my cheeks flushed. "It was... amazing," I stammered, "Just like you."

He smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made my stomach flip. He stepped closer, his hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "You're beautiful," he murmured.

My breath hitched. The boldness, fueled by months of suppressed feelings, surged through me. I leaned in, closing the distance between us, and softly pressed my lips to his.

He didn't pull away. Instead, his lips met mine with a surprising tenderness, a gentle pressure that sent a wave of pure, unadulterated joy through me. The kiss deepened, a silent confirmation of a feeling I'd only dared to dream about.

When we finally broke apart, his eyes were searching mine, a mixture of surprise and something else, something that looked suspiciously like...relief.

"I... I didn't think you felt the same way," he whispered, his voice husky.

A wave of giddy happiness washed over me. "You didn't?" I asked, a smile spreading across my face.

He shook his head, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "I've been trying to find the right moment for weeks," he admitted, his hand gently cupping my cheek. "I thought I was the only one with a secret crush."

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Part 6 based off a prompt by @ready-to-read7

I'm going to keep posting on here as well as AO3, but if y'all think a preview plus a link may be better let me know ^^

  It was a cave... A wet, echoey cave with huge platforms filled with tech and random things Danny's baby mind just didn't have the processing power to deal with. Overwhelming was an understatement to what the child was feeling. But hey, at least there was a cool dinosaur and a giant penny...and a creepy puppet in the back that looked like a mobster... (Danny looked a little closer and noticed some ectoplasm glowing from within but ignored it; that was future Danny's problem)        

 

     "Father, why have you returned so early with Superman, Wonder Woman, and a baby in tow?" The voice was hard to pinpoint for Danny seeing as the giant cave made all noises echo outwards. Thankfully the source of the voice made its presents known by the squeaking of a chair by the giant computer (Danny for a moment wondered why a hero with all the technology batman had would have a squeaky chair, he had to figure it was cause of the cave)          

 

    "I really hope you didn't have another fling" the small boy in a red and black costume said hopping down from the squeaky chair. Whoever this boy was, danger seemed to follow him. This was Danny's first impression based on two things,

1. the kid in a mask had a large sword and what looked to Danny like a thousands knives all over his person.

2. the amount of ectoplasm that this kid was expelling could feed an entire army of ghosts.      

 

     Also, what did he mean by fling? Did this man have more kids? Did he think he was going to adopt Danny? Well he wouldn't allow that! Sure the man seemed like he would make a decent father (he was intelligent, knew what he was doing, and focused on helping people so Danny assumed that transferred towards parentage as well) but if he had to choose a father he would rather Superman be his dad and he would fight anyone who tried to take him away from momma!

 

      "And now the child's eyes are glowing like the Lazarus pits grandfather watches over," this was said so bluntly that it took a few seconds for Danny to even realize all eyes were on him. He tried his best to play it off by smiling wide but he had forgotten how his teeth get when his ghostly attributes take over only causing his mother's frown to deepin. Danny frowned "sowwy momma, will exwain as bewst I can." With a deep breath and a kiss on the childs forehead his mother nodded.       

 

     The time has come for Danny to tell his mother what exactly was going on. He started with the basic of how he chose this world to be in, how he admired the three immensely and thanks to Clockwork (who he explained was basically time itself given a form) he was able to be reborn into this world, though even he didn't understand how or why he was in his core and in the possession of Luthor. He told them how Clockwork watches over the timelines within the multiverse and how he makes sure no deviations that could cause either that universe or the entire multiverse to unravel.   

 

   "So...he is kronos?" His mother asked causing Danny to pause for a second, "huh...kindwa? Nevew awskd... Wait dwos dat mean kwolcwork is my..." His mother confirmed with a nod, "great grandfather, yes my little one; seeing as my mother is Athena." Danny jaw dropped at that, oh he was so going to call CW gramps as soon as he could. Somewhere within the ghost realm CW shivered and turned to look at his mirror he used to check on Danny glaring at it.      

 

    Superman was in full attention to the little child's words while Batman was focusing both on the words and on quickly typing things into his small wrist computer to send to the main computer for later; only briefly stopping to ask questions. "So this realm you come from connects all worlds and multiverse together?" He asked and Danny nodded in answer, "baswiclly." Batman nodded at Danny, his emotions were starting to show more (it seems he allows himself to show emotions more when he is relaxed; as far as Danny could tell) curiosity and some kind of obsession floated around the man like tiny bats of different colours... One of them looked like a bat wearing a disco costume which puzzled the young boy.   

 

     More and more questions were asked, mainly about the ghost realm and how it worked which Danny couldn't really tell them in detail cause even he didn't know. They asked him if he had a name beyond what wonder woman had given him and he confirmed that Danny was his name,   "Last name?," batman asked bluntly, Danny pointed at his mother "hew wast name," it was an obvious answer to Daniel but the smiles on everyone's faces (even batman was slightly smiling though Danny could tell from his emotions floating around he was genuinely pleased) his mother hugged him close and kissed the top of his head causing the child to giggle happily.     

 

   Then came the tough questions, of where he used to live, he didn't remember much still, he remembered a crazy rich guy chasing him and wanting him to be his son, (this caused everyone including the child in red and black to laugh hysterically as Batman scrunched in on himself only to be hugged by superman, calming him down), he remembered a clone of himself that the rich man made to replace him (this caused Superman's emotions to flare with sadness and understanding which made Danny think he had an experience similar to him). They asked if that clone would be a problem and he shook his head, "she twavels a wot and hewps othwers," superman seemed to calm at his words confirming Danny's suspicions.  

 

      "Constantine called you  quote "your highness" what did he mean by that?" Danny sighed, he knew that question was going to come sooner or later. So he explained, he explained how the ghost zone had a rule of battle, where one owns what their opponent had upon defeat and how the last king of the realms, who basically kept order in the entire multiverse, was a tyrannical monster who was sealed away only to be brought back by worshippers. He explained the fight that almost killed him, that through some way and will he kept fighting (he knew it was to protect peopled he cared for, he just couldn't remember who, it was starting to make him slightly mad but he figured if they needed to be remembered they will) and eventually bested the king, sealing him away forever.      

 

     Superman and his momma where trying to absorb all the info but Batman seemed to already figured everything out, "so your people just let you come here?," the man asked and Danny paused thinking how to respond. " Well, yes and no,  vey wanted me to take the trone immedwiantly bwut CW swaid dis was fow da bwest, so fwostbit took ovew as my we...veasion?" His mother patted his head and corrected him "liaison," and Danny looked up at his mother pointing at her with a smile, "what momma swaid."       

 

     After all the questions we're finally asked momma let Danny down to explore, reminding him to be careful of the edges of the platform, "even if you can fly I'd rather you not risk it okay little one? Now go with Damian and let him show you around while I and my friends discuss everything." Danny nodded and turned around slowly marching up to the larger kid. Damian, the kid who had a bird symbol on the right side of his  chest and a red hoodie, looked down at Danny with apprehension, Danny looked at Damian, wearing a cute superman onesie his momma got him, with unblinking, semi glowing eyes and smiled impossibly wide at him.        

 

     The dinosaur was even cooler up close! It looked like one out of the movies and it was robotic. Danny could see some bent parts and wires sticking out of the joints, he wondered if the Batman one day would let him repair it, It would make a great security device, could even make it scare people in the shadows like the hero himself.

 

     The penny was bigger than Danny expected it to be and gave him an off feeling; like it was waiting for him to turn his back so the giant piece of metal could flatten him like a cartoon. Danny stayed away from the mobster puppet, but just over to the side of it were broken apart metal teeth and a strange looking ball with a strange green liquid in it. It wasn't ectoplasm, that Danny was sure; but it was eerie looking.    

 

    The entire time the young child was looking with awe at all the cave had to offer, Damian was watching him (it creeped Danny out) his emotions were as hidden as his father's, but every so often light waves of curiosity and suspicion would make it's way out. After looking at a hat that looked like it came directly out of Alice in wonderland Danny got annoyed at the quiet kid,     

 

   "Why are yew stawing at me?" Danny finally asked staring up at the slightly taller boy his eyes knitted together. The hooded kid looked down at him, "you feel like my grandfather and suddenly appear with one of fathers friends, I do not trust you for now and feel you shouldn't be allowed here so I am keeping an eye on you to make sure you to not plant anything." Danny was confused by every word beyond not trusting him. He huffed, "imma be a hewo like momma! I wuldt dawe to pwant things, even if I cwould thews no diwt to pwant them!" Danny was slightly floating up glaring back at Damian's scowl before being shocked back by a laugh.      

 

   "You remind me of Jon, I will trust you, for now," the red hooded child responded after finishing his laugh. Danny was starting to suspect that anyone related to the batman was as batty (heh pun) as the man was. This suspicion was confirmed when he heard a squeal coming from the elevator located near where his momma and her friends were talking.       

 

  "Superman you had another kid! And didn't tell me!" A girl wearing a purple hoodie (Danny began wondering if everyone here wore hoodies but then figured they were in a cave, was probably a smart thing to do) and basic jeans was quickly walking up to him before scooping him up from the air. "He is such a cutie pie! Hello there small child, I'm Stephanie and I'll be your honorary auntie ok?"       

 

     Danny didn't know how to react, on one hand the emotions of this woman where of compassion and kindness and love. On the other hand a random stranger was holding him and pinching his cheek. Naturally Danny whined, "stawwwwp." Funny enough the person did stop, mainly because another person grabbed her hand. He expected it to be momma or even superman but instead it was another girl who was wearing a black mask shaped like a bat like batman, but with the mouth piece covered with leather lazily stitched over.      

 

   The woman who grabbed Stephanie's hand made a few hand signals Danny didn't understand before walking back. Waves of embarrassment and sadness came from the purple woman holding him; what was her name again? Stephanie? Danny was sure that's what she called herself. "Sorry, I tend to go overboard, thank you Cassie." Stephanie put Danny down and turned to the adults, all of whom had made their way over.     

 

     Danny's mother scooped him up and hugged him, "we will need to work on your freeze instinct but you kept calm, very good my little warrior," she kissed the top of his head as Damian nodded from behind everyone in agreement. Stephanie looked on with wide eyes, "ohhh he's your kid WW? Sorry for being so... Quick to judge..just the onesie... and the floating..." The girl was stopped with a wave of Diana's hand and a small smile, "it's ok, it was a natural conclusion to come to," she responded quelling Stephanie's worry, "though touch him again without his consent and you will be on the floor," and the worry was back again, Danny sighed, his mother could be a tad overprotective, but then again he was a baby so that was understandable.     

 

    To quench his mother rising anger he hugged her neck, "it okay momma, just supwized." That thankfully seemed to help as love radiated from his mother and the worry stopped from Stephanie, replaced by adoration from the display of affection.    

 

   The reving of an engine turned everyone's gaze to the red motorcycle currently parking next to the batmobile as a man wearing a large red helmet got off. Danny's eyes were wide, if the kid in the hoodie had ecto oozing out of him for an army this man was exploding with the stuff and it felt like it was rotting! He wiggled out of his mother's arms and ran up to the man patting his leg, "yew, yew fiwed with bad ecto, I hewp." The man with the helmet looked down at him, one of the eyebrows of the helmet raising (Danny had no time for confusion on how that could work) and crouched down and booped his nose before looking at the adults staring on with their jaws dropped.    

 

    "Who's the brat and what does he mean by bad ecto?," the man said causing Danny to pout and punch him (it actually hurt red a little which shocked him but he made sure not to show it) "not a bwat! Bad ecto from ghost wealm, wotten gween, wepwace!" Danny emphasized this by patting the mans chest and pushing some clean ecto into him. The reaction from hood was not what Danny expected, he was hoping for calmness, mabey joy, or even shock. He did not expect the man in the helmet to fall to his knees and vomit.       

 

     The three main heros acted instantly,  Batman ran over to the mans side expertly taking the helmet off. Superman was gone in a second and by the next had an old butler with water and a box with a plus symbol on it. His mother scooped him up and looked at him with furrowed brows, "Danny Prince you will explain right now what you just did." He had never seen his mom's anger pointed to himself before, it scared him and the child started to cry,  

 

       "I...I ju...juwst w...was hewping, hewmet man had b..bad ecto, ghost enewgy, I wepwace wif good ecto, did nowt get aww, shouwd feew bettew soon."         

 

       His momma patted his back holding him close and humming a tune, "there, there, little one, thank you for explaining, but know now not to do so without asking first, all actions have consequences, what was meant to be good caused a mess to need to be cleaned up, now once red hood feels better you will apologize and we will head upstairs to Bruce's home and have a moment to relax... I think we all need it"

 

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    Jason's head hurt and he felt like he just had fourth degree burns quenched with water from a glacier mixed with electricity; overall not how he expect his day to end, that was for certain. It had been an overall annoying day to begin with, first he wakes up early from a nightmare about that damn clown only to find out his safe house was out of cereal and coffee.     

 

   His afternoon was  decent, he stopped by some of the non profits he kept safe from bandits and assholes to check if all was going well and to donate some cash (which he may or may not have gotten from a drug den he busted up for dealing to kids) and was then off to the gym where he worked out for a few hours.     

 

     Wasn't till late into his nightly activities that shit went sideways, first black masks goons thought it would be a good idea to try and kidnap some homeless kids on his alley. Then a new crime boss tried taking over his territory so obviously Jason had to hunt him down and take out his goons. And now he is kneeling on a metal platform, dizzy as fuck, his skin both burning and freezing, and his stomach doing more flips than Dick during training.      

 

     When the world finally wasn't upside down he was alone with Alfred holding a glass cup of fizzing water.   "Its ginger ale master Todd, young Daniel recommended it to help with the... 'ecto sickness' as the young one calls it. Apparently whatever helped bring you back to us caused something to stick around."

 

     Jason drank the beverage with gusto as he slowly stood up. Making sure he wouldn't faceplant getting up was dear Alfred by his side. "do you need a moment to yourself? Everyone else will be waiting for you at the dining room area," Jason gave a short nod as he walked over to the batcomputer and sat down heavily, -man Bruce has to get a new chair- he thought to himself as he tried to make sense of whatever the fuck just happened.  

 

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     Danny had to admit, the house was far better than the cave below it. It was huuuge! A mansion to be certain, one that Danny was sure that if he had a chance to explore; would probably take him days to see it all. Currently they were in the dining room, a giant area with ornate carvings along the corners of the ceiling and a giant chandelier situated above the very long table currently filled with six inhabitants.   

 

     His mother had just finished a long lecture to him about asking before doing anything to anyone for any reason (unless of course they were super villains then all was fair game which caused Danny's prankster of a mind to be riddled with ideas) and the butler (who Danny learned was named Alfred) had just put down the last plate of dinner. Danny was nonchalantly eating a rib, bone and all, when the man he helped walked in.    

 

    He stopped and took in the sight, everyone was watching Danny with worry (besides his mother she had gotten use to this long ago) and coughed , "so .....what's the deal with the kid?" Everyone's head swiveled to look at the man as well as Danny; who stopped mid bite. Bruce gestured to a seat and explained what was going on as Jason went to sit down. "Danny here is a being from a different reality, one that connects all realities, after events that happened to him he chose this world to start a new in. Diana found him as a crystal and when he appeared as a baby decided to become his mother and take care of him"      

 

    Jason looked at Bruce, his eyebrow raised and a snort exiting his being, "well...at least he isn't another one of your forgotten children I suppose, we will have a deeper chat about what it is he did to me, for now I'm hungry and tired." Everyone around him nodded as they all went back to eating.     

 

    After the dinner was finished Danny got to explore the mansion, with supervision of course, red hood took up the task at hand not knowing how hard it would be. Within the first few minutes Danny was alone wandering giant halls filled with paintings and suits of armor. It honestly reminded him a bit of the palace in the ghost zone just less...colourful.       

 

     This mansion had pretty much everything, giant gym in the basement, theater in a side room that could be it's own house, even a room for playing bowling! Daniel realized rich people were a little weird when he entered a room covered in animal heads (a relic long since abandoned by Bruce and family it's still well kept and dusted regularly by Alfred); Danny didn't like that room and so moved on.    Honestly this place has everything a person could need to live a secret life which Daniel guessed was accurate seeing as who's house it was.

 

     Only thing missing was a arca... -holy crap they have an arcade!- Daniel thought to himself and it was huge! It had a vr setup with moving floor, arcade machines of old and new types, and DDR! Daniel was so preoccupied staring at all the machines he didn't hear the man come up to him and screeched when a hand touched his shoulder. Turning around he saw a large man with short black hair that looked like it took hours to get to look right.

 

     "Whoops! Sorry little guy, I guessed you would have gotten mesmerized by this place, Stephanie just loves her games and bruce loves indulging us sometimes," the man said, worry emanating off the man calming Danny slightly (but man, if he wasn't use to having his heart stop as a ghost he would have had a heart attack!)

 

     Slowly he breathed in, his mother taught him some techniques after a hectic tantrum over a toy. "Deep breath in, hold, slowly out" she would say, repeating it like a mantra to calm him down.  The man saw Danny breath deeply and cocked his head, "ya know...for someone who is barely a toddler you are very intelligent young man," Daniel giggled at that and the man smiled, "there we go all calm? Okay well I'm Tim, one of Bruce's kids it's nice to meet you."

 

     Tim gently ruffled the toddlers head, "let's get you back to the adults ok? They are a little worried about you...cept Diana but that's just her normal state of being," Tim stated and Danny nodded, "momma best wawwior." Daniel giggled at the man who picked him up with wide eyes.

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       It had been a fun day in Danny's opinion, he got to go to space, met momma's friends, answer some questions, and see a giant house that a man dressed as a bat lived in; Overall a good day. Sure he had to deal with his mom lecturing him again and yeah he felt embarrassed that he got caught, but hey for someone only turning one in a couple days he has had a lot of fun. He was sure he had made the right decision in living here. 

       After dinner his other tucked him into bed and read him a story about a boy who was the child of a god (his mother chuckled as she read it). After finishing the chapter and putting the book back Diana sat on the edge of Danny's bed and petted his head,

 

    "know this little one, no matter your situation , no matter your past, you are my ward, my child, I love you and will always be there for you, anyone who dares to harm you will answer to me."

 

     Daniel smiled wide, tears in his eyes as he held his mother close a warm spreading from both. Slowly the two separated, his mother tucking him back in and slowly  exiting leaving the door open just a crack after turning off the light. Danny slowly drifted away to dreams of his new life to come. 

[lbjeff]

I loved it. I want a villain!Danny, he is not evil but full of chaos. Sometime he is a villain that likes chaos, sometime like an anti-hero, but he never is a hero, never again.

Maybe something happened that let he figured out that being hero didn’t worth it. He doesn’t need to be a hero to protect everything he cared about, but he only realize it when everything he care to protect are destroyed because he was a hero and people don’t scared to destroy what the hero with no kill rule’s protect. Since then, he being torn apart between being good guy Danny and world destroyer Dan. He know it not fair for everyone else to suffering because of his misery, but he doesn’t have a reason to protect anymore.

So Danny went to Gotham, to meet his distant family, to feel belonged and find new purpose. But before Danny meet his distant family, he met Two-Faces first. He was wandering near some warehouses, conflicted by the ideas should or should not met his distant family. Then he saw Two-faces, making decisions based on his coin. So he confronted him. Now Danny is Two-Faces’s son who even worse than his dad

The Wayne have received the phone call from Bruce’s distant relative. He from Amity Town, where have been destroyed by the war between government agencies and ��ghost” from Infinite Realms. The JL and JLD have taken cared of it after the place had been wiped out of Earth, make peace with representative of Infinity Realms, Clockwork but due to political reason, the Bats didn’t have enough information about “Infinity Realms” as they want. So gaining a relative whose parents play a important role in the events at Amity Town and may have connection with Phantom, the hero that disappeared after the town destroyed is …good. So in Batman’s original plan (that all the Batkids protested), he will meet Danny, gaining information and then find a safety place that suitable for a boy than his family who fighting crimes in the streets.

However, Danny didn’t go to them as the plan. What Bruce get is a sorry call, and an advise not to announce anyone they know him. Before Batman could find him, the family met Danny the first time with he is Two-Faces’s heir with the name Halves.

Comparing his image now with his past photo, they sees something different. Danny now like the confused between himself in the past with Phantom, the hero of Amity. His hair black in the roots but whiten from the middle to the end. His pairs of eyes, one is blue like the ocean, one green as axit liquid. Half of him cover in lightning-like scares, half smoothing as a new born-baby. He is paled like a ghost. His outfit, half of it full black with detail like Phantom’s suit, half of it is white with black details. He looks too human to be a ghost like Phantom but too ghost like to be a human like usual Danny. Every time he talks, people hear 2 voices, one is Danny’s and one is Phantom’s echo voice (had been compared to the audio of the two). Sometime there is Danny’s voice only, sometime just Phantom’s echoes.

Then the Batfamily begin to dig more information about them. Due to the remaining evidences they could recovered, Danny and Phantom both had been captured by GIW, there are two files about them and those had been put in one folder. In those files, there were “evidences” about the relationship between Danny and Phantom: They were lovers. Then the Bats come to conclusion that the experiments are about fusing Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom due to their similarities in ages, ectoplasm in Danny’s ADN, the emotions of Phantom to Danny and other suitabilities between them. So now in the Batfamily, JL and JLD’s eyes, Halves is the fusion between Danny and his boyfriend, Phantom. Now the love forever traps in one body, can’t be separated. Worse, now they may blame the world because everything of them had been destroyed with Amity.

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Batman: I should have pick him up at the airport

Red Robin: Well, who know he could met Two-Faces and has a new identity now

Nightwings: I kinda feel bad for him

Batman: But now he is out there, killing people

Red Hood: Hey, don’t blame the kid. You know what he—them had been through. At least he with Two-Faces, not Joker or Scarecrow. He just flips coin, not laugh gas or fear toxic

Robin: TT. He just flips the coin but never use it to make decisions. He just a copy-cat

Red Robin: Not really. Due to our past conversations, he flips the coin to be sure what he wants. If he prefers something more than the other while the coin is flipping, he will make decisions right on what he like, if the choices are the same to him, he will do as the coin says

Batman: Hmn. So he is a narcissistic, act as he likes without caring about the aftermath

Red Hood: Well, Halves is both Danny and Phantom, of cause he is narcissistic.

Black Bat: You seems fond of him

Robin: Of cause he likes him. Hood has been a simp since Halves shoot Joker in the face while flipping his coin.

Red Robin: Well you also have a crush on Halves after reading their files, aren’t you? It only get worse after you see his army of stay animals

Nightwings: WHAT? Damian, is it true?

Robin: TT. At least I not trying to hide it. Unlike someone have both of Phantom’s cut from papers photos and Danny’s photos at his award celebrations in an album that had made since Phantom first debut and Danny’s first time win an award in Gotham.

Other Batkids: WHAT?

Red Robin rolled his eyes: Everyone could have a crush or two. How could I know two of my crushes may dating the other then latter fusing into one. At least before or after they became Halves, I still have a chance because I am not blood related with Bruce, aka not related with Halves

Robin: It was 3 generations ago

Nightwings: You all understand that even they are Danny and Phantom or just Halves, they’re still dating and in a relationship, right?

Robin, Red Robin and Red Hood: Shut up, Dick

Nightwings just shrugs

Batman? He is having a crisis because he is planning to adopted Danny in the end of everything but now he knows that all of his Robin sons have a crush on his distant relative.

Yes, all of his Robin kids, cause last night he just saw Nightwings flirted with Halves in the most cringed way, he only that cringing when he really crushing someone, not as some normal flings

At least Duke is still normal about Danny.

Later when Signal is the first one who officially proposed to Halve, Batman really worry that he has a curse that all of his sons will like his distant relative that he’s planning to adopt. Alfred just gives him pats and a glass of milk

DC X DP Prompt 8

Danny is a variant of Two-Face and Harvey Dent, with one side being Fenton and the other being Phantom.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

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Part 8 Logan Howlett x fem!reader Series masterlist

two weeks ago

He’d run away. He’d disappeared. He’d turned his back on what scared him and he’d left.

He’d left you. There, in his bed, alone. He knew you’d probably wake up confused, unsure. You’d look for him, you’d call him. But he’d turned his phone off, he’d left no note, and he had absolutely no intention of going back.

It’s best if I just disappear, he convinces himself. It’s best if I’m not in her life. She’s better off…

He repeats that to himself, over and over again, until no amount of emotion could make him doubt it or wish it away.

But he misses you. Misses the scent of you, the way you’d look at him with eyes full of warmth, the way you’d bite down on his shoulder when he fucked you hard, the way your body fit against his while you cuddled. He misses everything about you, and it hurts. So bad. 

So he drowns it in alcohol, wills the world away.

He’s not exactly sure how or when or why he returns to the mansion. He just finds himself there again, standing in front of your bedroom door, his cock already hard just from the thought of fucking you.

He needs you so bad.

I’m not good for her. I should leave her be.

But, fuck, he can’t. He really, really wishes he was a better man. But he’s not. 

He bursts into your room, throws the door open and barges in just like he did in the beginning, just like his entire life has been. Him just barging in everywhere he’s not welcome, everywhere he hasn’t been invited, everywhere he doesn’t belong. Still, he does it and then he stays until he’s pushed past his welcome. 

Your sweet eyes find his and they light up. “Lo,” you say, and his resolve almost crumbles, his lust almost gives way to his heart. Almost. “Where’d you go? I woke up and—” 

“Yeah, I know,” he cuts in, shutting the door after himself. And I wasn’t there. And you were alone. And you realized you deserve better. And I know you’ll figure it out eventually. But, God, please, let me have one last moment with you. Please. 

It doesn’t take much convincing to get you into bed. In fact, it doesn’t take any convincing at all. You pretty thing, always so willing for him. He refuses to believe that you like him or, worse, that you love him. He tells himself he’s just good in bed, enough that you’re so enthusiastically giving yourself to him again. 

He ends up flipping you over, pushing your pretty face into the pillows and pulling your ass up. He fucks you hard and relentless, mind spinning as your warm, wet cunt accepts him in. 

I don’t deserve this.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips, as he tries to push his thoughts away and focus on you. 

Your body jerks forward with every deep thrust he delivers, and he hopes he’s not hurting you. Although you keep whining and moaning, pretty pussy clenching around his cock, so he assumes you’re enjoying yourself. 

I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve her love. I don’t deserve to love her. She deserves better.

Every time his orgasm comes close, he can feel his guilt get the best of him, and it retracts him from the brink of pleasure.

“C’mon, c’mon!” he growls, willing his mind to shut the fuck up for a second so he can get his release before his conscience gets the better of him. 

To his grand relief, his body seems to have had enough edging and his cock twitches in you, his thick load spurting into you and his mind goes into blissful blankness for a full minute.

But the second he comes down from his high, he realizes what he’s just done, realizes that he’s come back to you, realizes that he’s exposing you to the hurt and that he’s betraying Jean’s memory and everything comes crashing down on him until he feels like he can’t fucking breathe—

He doesn’t even know what he’s doing. It’s like he watches his body take control of his mind. He pulls out of you and leaves you there, on the bed, without you having finished too. He climbs off the bed and scrambles for his clothes, quickly pulling them back on.

You glance at him over your shoulder, those soft, innocent eyes full of confusion and uncertainty. “Logan?”

He almost flinches at the sound of his name on your lips. “Gotta go,” he manages, glancing at the floor, not wanting to see the disappointment in your expression. He doesn’t want to see how he hurts you. 

A frown creases your eyebrows and he has the urge to kiss it away. But he holds back. “What?” you ask. “What are you talking about?”

I’m not good enough for you. Don’t you understand? You’re better off without me.

“I’m leaving,” he says, wishing he could offer more.

“Wh—? Is something wrong?”

He hates the way you sound so vulnerable, so unsure, the way he knows you’ll wonder if you messed up.

But it’s not you. It’s him. He just can’t tell you that.

He gives you a look and you fall silent, pulling the rumpled bed sheets up around your naked body.

“I’ll see you around,” he grumbles and heads for your bedroom door. It takes all his self-control to pull away from you, to leave and not run back, kneel at your feet, kiss your thighs and beg for your forgiveness.

She’s better off without me. 

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[pjomakesyourkidsgay]

. . . leo valdez

˖°𓇼 bf!leo absolutely ends up being an accidental romantic. bf!leo who doesn't really care that it's valentines day, specifically, but he just really likes to spend time with you and make you happy. bf!leo who cracks annoying jokes and calls you weird terms of endearment like "cute little chicken mcnugget" and "adorable miniscule metal scrap with eyes" and "special sparky mcdonald's sprite". bf!leo who drags you to a burger king at a ghastly eight in the morning to grab a burger because he was working late the night before. bf!leo who makes an effort to clean out bunker nine so that you can spend the day there comfortably. bf!leo who, out of nowhere, takes you out on a ride with festus to get groceries for a spontaneous private camping night. bf!leo who prepares his famous tofu tacos just for you. bf!leo who starts the bonfire but ends up getting his hair on fire. bf!leo who plays just dance with you on a switch he made. he definitely knows all the latest dances. bf!leo who tries to cheat in uno by making a machine but he fails because you can see every little thing he's doing. bf!leo who toasts the marshmallows just perfectly. bf!leo who tells festus to ward off every other camper that tries to get near your date site. bf!leo who makes you little custom gifts made out of the extra parts and pieces of his projects. bf!leo who warms you up at night by cuddling with you. bf!leo who lets you play with his unruly, curly mess of hair. bf!leo who's a total best friend kind of boyfriend. bf!leo who reserves the most emotional part of him for your eyes only because of the immense trust he has for you. bf!leo who can't go a full day without, at some point, holding your hand in his perpetually warm, calloused ones. bf!leo who falls asleep next to you, his face buried in your stomach as he snores, really loudly...

"bro, pay attention to me."

leo's head whips away from whatever he's tinkering with between his fingers, sending you a carefully practiced look, one eyebrow raised to his hairline. "bro?"

"i'm-"

"well, okay, dude," he shoots back. "what is it you want to tell me, buddy? are you alright, mate? perhaps this chap right o'here wanted a l'il ol' chat? well, buckaroo, did you want attention from your special bruzz?"

"leo!" you shove him by the shoulder, cackling at the offended look on his face (that had melted the moment you started laughing at his antics). if you hadn't called his name he might've named every name in the book of bro code, and you really didn't need that. even festus blew a column of smoke into the latino's face.

"i know we're comfy and all but a random bro? seriously? weren't we just kissing by the fire?"

"that's enough," you interrupt him, a hue of red flushing your features, but if anyone asked you'd swear it was the flame reflecting back on your face. "i'm sorry, my hyper little elf boyfriend. is that better?"

"infinitely so, my blushing fairy maiden of a girlfriend, though we should go easy on the 'little'."

"i'm not blushing!"

"of course not, it must be my eyes playing tricks on me."

you shove him, again, with your foot this time. your socks were matching with his, cute miniscule fire-breathing dragons in yellow and red. "hey, you're gonna make me drop this!"

you halt your attack and scoot on over closer to him, peeking over his shoulder, his dark curls poking your eye. "what's that?"

"woah, there, ms. nosy!" he yelps, tucking the item back into a clasped hand and throwing an arm around your waist, bringing you down. "not yet." he mutters incoherent things, muffled because of his face practically pressing up against your stomach.

you complain immediately in his hold. "you're too hot."

"yeah, i know i'm hot."

"you suck!" you try to wriggle out of his grasp but he pulls you closer, holding onto you as if you were a giant teddy bear. "leo, i'm going to start overheating!"

he looks up at you then, grinning. "then we'll overheat together."

you give his hair a slight (and loving) yank, plastering a serious face on. "bruh."

"that's so not sigma of you," he whines, sitting back up and pulling something out of his pocket. "alright, then, i'll give it to you now."

"are you gonna fight me? get ready to catch these hands, you absolue L rizz."

"i'm supposed to be the brainrot one!"

with a joking eyeroll, he finally opens his hands in the way one would do when proposing. in his palm was a little metal box, about two inches on all sides, tightly closed.

you watch it for a couple of seconds, finally realizing that it wasn't about to do anything. you look at the latino boy questioningly.

"put the pad of your thumb here," he points at the spot, "it has a fingerprint sensor. it opens only to you."

so you do as you're told, and the tiny box opens, transformers-style. a round, rotating platform rises from the middle, showing tiny statues of what could only be you and him mid-wrestle, faces contorted with mirth. your favorite song plays as mini-you-and-leo spin around to the music, a scene of pure love between the two of you captured with the perfect backtrack.

"oh my gods," you gasp out, lips parted. you reach out to push his hands safely out of the way before kissing him. lips on lips, full of passion and obvious gratitude.

you pull away, he's still wonderstruck, you're peppering kisses all over his cute face with a 'thank you' between each one.

"ladies, ladies!" he laughs, closing the music box and placing it gently into your hand. "calm down! take a few deep breaths."

you open the box again immediately after you receive it, singing the lyrics to the song softly until leo kisses your cheek and sings them louder, word for word.

eventually the night dissolves into song, into you and leo's song, and screw it if all the other campers can't sleep.

dividers by: @strangergraphics and @ianrkives

[elliespuns]

what is making out with joel miller like? give us your thoughts and hcs on the matter, c'mon

Making out with Joel Miller would likely be a very intense, passionate experience, given his fiery personality and the amount of pent-up emotions he carries inside.

Here are some thoughts and headcanons on what making out with Joel might be like:

Initial hesitance: Joel is a man of few words and has a lot of emotional baggage. He may be hesitant to initiate or reciprocate at first, unsure how to express his feelings (unless, of course, you already know each other well). Getting him to open up and be vulnerable would take some coaxing.

Gently passionate: Once you do get him to kiss you, it would start off slow and gentle. His lips would move against yours softly, almost tentatively, as if he's forgotten how to let go and be intimate.

Intense energy: As the kiss deepens, Joel's pent up emotions would start pouring out. He'd hold you close, hands gripping you like he's afraid to let go. His kisses would become more urgent and demanding, like he's trying to convey all his pent up desire and longing through physical means.

Overwhelming protectiveness: Joel has an intense need to protect and hold onto those he cares about. He'd likely grab onto you possessively, like he wants to shield you from the whole world. His embrace would be all-consuming.

Sorrow and tenderness: Between heated kisses, he'd pull back to look at you with these heartbreaking eyes full of sorrow. Like he's seeing a ghost. Joel would be gentle and tender (unless the make out would be heated) almost reverently, as if you're his last lifeline.

Broken whispers: He might whisper broken phrases to you between kisses, quiet confessions of what he needs and how he feels. "I... I need you. Stay the night." and the like. Wanting to hold onto you.

Bitter desperation: The flip side to that is a desperate, almost angry energy. Joel would kiss you with a frantic needing, like he's afraid you'll escape. Pinning you down and grinding against you. Unleashing all his bitter passion.

Only moment of peace: Kissing would be one of the rare times Joel lets his guard down, the only moment he can forget about his past and just feel. He'd get lost in it, savoring your closeness and the brief reprieve from his constant pain.

Multiple meanings: Every single kiss from Joel would have a different meaning, a different unspoken message. Desire, gratitude, desperation, sorrow, protectiveness, and more. He'd pour his whole soul into every brush of lips.

Kissing Joel would be like trying to tame a wild animal—dangerous and heartbreaking but undeniably enthralling. A complex dance of sorrow, desperate passion, and the barest hints of tenderness. An experience that would leave you breathless and aching for more.

[scribesynnox]

Ooooo, you know what? Another idea, another idea. I'm on a roll.

@keferon and everyone else here. That's right, another apocalyptic ponyo au idea.

If humans are taking merfolk and putting them in aquariums or rehabilitating them and all that, then merfolk are absolutely doing the same thing.

I present to you, the human zoo!

Like, people are still going out in the oceans, and sometimes, ships sink, or a plane can crash into the ocean. There are storms, there bad weathers, there are people getting marooned, there are people falling into the ocean, etc etc.

And sometimes, there are merfolk nearby who rescue the humans and take them back to be rehabilitated.

"Then why haven't these humans told everyone that merfolk are sentinent?" Because no one will BELIEVE them. Because everyone keeps saying they're traumatized and that they're personifying animals/projecting human behaviors onto a creature that is NOT human. It's understandable of course, but you must be realistic.

"No, no, I'm TELLING you, this mer was DIFFERENT, the one that saved me could TALK, they had thoughts and emotions and a CULTURE. We're wrong about merfolk, they're people!"

Those poor survivors. They're so traumatized.

And the humans that get rehabilitated aren't brought into the inner cities. Humans don't fare very well with rapid changes in pressure or frigid waters, so they're always treated closer to human territories. Which means their facilities aren't as fancy, but it is still unmistakenably a FACILITY with medicines and tools and TECHNOLOGY.

But they get the same spiel of "oh, you imagined all that up. We've searched that area but we didn't see any "facilities" there" (This is because the facilities are portable. They have to be if they want to make sure they can bring the facility with them whenever humans are in danger, and humans go EVERYWHERE. Disaster can strike at any time.)

And sometimes, the human is too injured. One of their limbs has to be amputated, or they lose their vision in the accident or something.

Well in that case, the merfolk can't release the human back into the wild. They would never survive! So they take the human back to their cities -carefully!- and keep them alive in a zoo instead.

And hey, sometimes it's NOT altruistic. Humans are exotic! They're strange funny cute little things, with their funny little noises and clumsy little movements. There is ABSOLUTELY a market for illegal human pet stores. Humans mysteriously going missing out at sea because oops, they got yoinked by a siren who's looking to make some easy money. Humans being paraded around as pets, trapped underwater. Human kids being snatched at a young age because "oh humans are just SO cute and so docile if you raise them at a young age!" Humans being put into pit fights because humans are ALSO known for being dangerous and vicious and violence sells, baby. Rich merfolk who want a human so they can brag about "taming" the dangerous creature.

Hmmmmm. Ooooo, what if it's the combaticons who kidnap humans, but like, not the full set of combaticons, cuz they kidnap a human who is that missing member of the combaticons. Except then they get ATTACHED to the merchandise and fine, fuck it. The merchandise becomes the group mascot.

Then they're like oh shit, wait, I think it's a PERSON actually.

Hmmm, but who gets kidnapped, who gets kidnapped~? There's so many good combinations (HAHA, get it?).

Like, for one, we could have Vortex being the kidnapped human, and he's so feral and bitey that none of their usual clients want the bitey human, while the rest of the combaticons start getting endeared by the volatile human. Hehe, and what if they get so attached, they pull a The Mandalorian and instead of selling him, decide to keep him but now they need to go on the run or something.

Hey wait, going back to the "raised from young" bit, what if there's ACTUALLY a human kid who is raised as a baby and they're like, a beloved family pet and they GREW up like this, they literally don't know better. I KNOW there's a transformer with this exact story, they were like, raised on another planet, their memories erased and stuff, so they don't know any better, they just know they're different and they grew up to be a knight or something? I don't remember, I'm going off tangent, just. What if there's this human who gets raised as a beloved family pet and THIS is the world they live in. They don't know any better.

Haha, oooo, what if Rung is like, a leading scientist in merfolk biology, but before he can reveal evidence that they were wrong this whole time about merfolk, and merpeople ARE intelligent, he gets marooned in a horrible storm or lost in sea by a terrible "accident" and he loses his memories?

Or hey, fuck it, even better: what if we made him Mer God? What if we made him The Man In The Moon? What if the Man In The Moon came down to Earth and then lost his memory? What then?

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Niffty held to Ransom

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Niffty is taken by the Vees, in a post extermination bid to extort the Radio Demon publicly. Every audio-capable item in all of hell is just about annihilated with the howling explosion of sound that comes in response.

Husk is the one to grab at Al’s arm before the demon storms out to wage war, and manages to pull him back. Get him to think for a minute… yes, this was a sneaky tactic to incite him into starting the conflict, but… he didn’t have to go 1 vs 3.

Alastor stills, frighteningly so. Something in the glare passing between the sinners seems to… say something. Suddenly Alastor flicks out his left hand, manifesting the chain and twining it about the wrist there. 

Angel shouts, lurching forwards, but Husk isn’t responding with anger or horror. He’s almost grinning. 

Alastor raises his other hand, claws extended, and slashes down through the mass of chains and flesh of his left arm. Blood sprays up over the chains, Husk’s face and the collar… which shatter. [Get more creatively descriptive here etc. Explosion of power, a deal broken by the dealer is rare and chaotic.]

Husk’s power siphons back, and he can easily conjure his staff as a golden glow imbues around the restored overlord. Etc.

��Hmmm, one might say it’s only fair…” Alastor adds, and a few wisps of power transfer over in a shrieking mess from the bloody gashes down his arm, sinking into Husk. “I did promise some of my own power in our original deal.”

“Yeah, you did… so how about you let me get that for you.” He grins back, brilliant yellow light washes over the injury, patching it easily. “Gonna need both hands functional if you wanna rip the Vees apart as violently as I do. That girl might be fucking terrifying, but she grows on ya… and I don’t like that she’s within a few inches of that moth fucker, let alone the others.” 

Husk twirls his cane, the action natural even after all these decades, as the intensity of the emotions begin to build again. He and Al striding towards the door and barely holding onto a form small enough for inside use… 

Charlie blocks the door.

“Look, I know that the Vees are doing this whole calling out thing through the television and it’s not good, but you can’t just go destroy the city to get Niffty back. We can find a new way, a better one!”

“Charlotte… move.”

“Princess, this is… this is overlord business. You can’t be seen getting involved… and they all out declared war with that little stunt. I can get away with intervening because I've been under Al’s banner for so long that they’d expect it… but if you turn up, they’ll pull a hissy fit about royalty favouring the radio demon over them and some bullshit like that. Its political all the way down. So just move aside and let us go get our weird little lady back…”

The pair explode outside, and expand in form, describe etc.

Wading through the city and enjoying the mindless destruction they cause, eyes pinned on the Vee Tower. Where three large forms then appear. Velvette having Niffty spun tightly into a web of sharp filaments, to dangle…

Epic battle, snarky back and forths, etc.

They do win, but barely. Husk is delighted to kill Valentino with his bare hands, and Alastor eats Vox’s heart before the overlord’s screen shuts off… but Velvette, well, there was something about her that just didn’t sit right with them about mindlessly devouring. She was still somewhat new to hell, and the Vees had gotten to her immediately… maybe she could be changed for the better?

Ugh, Charlie’s nonsense was working on them.

And then there’s Rosie. Always excellent at sensing an issue, in full Overlord form and cheerful as she squares up to the little Overlord, (epic fight scene, end with her solidly beating the Doll and tasting her blood). “Hmmm, she was right Alastor dear, I could very well eat her for breakfast. Hah!” she recalls their first meeting with the little fashionista so clearly.

Niffty freed, checked on, she’s okay but actually frightened. 

They’re so preoccupied in the whole mess that it takes a long moment before the new souls they acquired register. Husk’s eyes widen. “No fuckin’ way…”

A bloody, triumphant and somewhat battered mess, they shrink down to regular size and shadow travel to the Hotel porch. 

“Hmmm, on a scale of one to ten…”

“Fifty.”

“Well that’s not ideal, is it sugar?”

Charlie is horrified at the violence, happy they’re okay, angry at the whole thing, and squeezing niffty so hard the maid's head might just pop off. Vaggie is furious and pleased… she’d wanted to do in Val for licking Charlie that one time… (and also what he did to Angel, but you can't go letting people know you care or they start wanting to be friendly and ugh).

Husk takes Angel aside and hands him his contract, letting the sinner tear it to shreds himself. He admits not really having any idea what to do with Val’s whole… enterprise, but maybe Angel might be a far more compassionate captain at the wheel, if he wants a job.

If, and its a big if, the Vees do reform at some point… they were bound to their conquerors, and Husk would make damn sure Val never went near Angel or the others the fucker hurt, again.  Things would change.

Alastor was also revolted with his acquisitions… technologically based as they were. Disgusting.

Only Rosie was delighted, as she was a fashionista at heart and did quite the good trade in boutique attire on the regular… 

Still, they were dripping blood and gore on the rug, for which they were told off. Sternly.

Time to come to terms with it or whatevs.

Two overlords vouching for the hotel, the vees powered down and competent assistancts taking over the companies for their new bosses… etc.

Maybe something about finding out where the old overlords ended up, reintegrating by forcing them into the hotel or something.

Lucifer is horrified to find all of his ad searches and commercials are now parenting courses, and doesn’t find out why for weeks. “Are you a depressed monarch who couldn’t parent to save his daughter’s life? Well, give us a call today!” 

“Who the FUCK is making these ads?!”

“Hah, well Dad… funny story but-...”

the King loses. his. tiny. mind.

+fit in the post adam harm and broken cane somewhere.

Flesh out better.