#I thought about 55 minutes and fell to my knees

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So um, about that…

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55. Take a heart and take a hand, like an ocean takes the dirty sand

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Ethan was feeling uncomfortable, doubting for a minute that it had been a good idea. His dad, on the other side of the room, had a bouncing leg as he was looking through the window. Sofia was sitting in front of them, her notebook open on her knees, quietly looking at them.

“Max, I think your son has some things to tell you. Right, Ethan?”

“I do… Well, I don’t even know where to start…”

“What about explaining why you started racing?”

“I guess I always admired my dad when I was visiting him on the tracks. My earliest memories are all linked to racing, all linked to seeing his wins, how he was respected out there, how people liked him… But you know how you react when you’re a kid, you want your parents undivided attention and that’s not really how I grew up. I don’t blame you dad, at least not anymore. I know how it gets when you’re away more than half the year. I know it’s tough. But when I was three I didn’t understand why my dad couldn’t be here when I was parent’s meetings at school or why he couldn’t make it to my birthdays. I soon understood that if I wanted his attention, I had to find something that I could have in common with him. That’s how I first got into racing. I fell in love with the sport straight away but the smile it brought on your face, dad, that’s why it kept me going.”

“How did you react when Ethan said he wanted to try karting?” Sofia asked Max.

“At first I was a little reluctant.”

“Why?”

“Because for the exact reason Ethan explained. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to get into karting to make me happy. If I’m being honest, I almost told him no when he asked me, the first time. I would have preferred for him to do anything else but racing. Football, basketball, even ballet for all I care, as long as it was not racing.”

“Why was it so important for you that Ethan doesn’t follow in your footsteps?”

“Because I knew what would be said. I knew that comparison would inevitably happen. And I wanted to protect him from that. But you know how he is, when he has something in mind it’s hard to make him change it. And then, I saw how happy he was in a kart and how good he was becoming training after training and I decided that I could help him go further. Just like my dad had done with me.”

“Ethan, how did it make you feel when your dad started to get more involved in your career?”

“At first I liked it. I was a kid and I was finally sharing something with my dad. I was happy. But it started to change when I won my first big competition at seven, in his team. I saw how people's attitudes were shifting around me, how suddenly the questions were all about my dad. It was like no one cared about who I was, that I wasn’t interesting enough for them. I started to doubt everybody’s motives around me. I started to isolate myself a little more. On the tracks, people were talking about my dad, at school I was the weird kid who was barely there. The only place where I felt like I had a sense of belonging and I was in control was when I was inside my kart. The more the years went by the more I started to progress in my career, the more the comparisons were there. I just wanted to tell everyone to leave me alone. I was a young teen back then, one who was growing angry and full of resentment because I was hurting. So to protect myself, I decided to become what they all wanted me to be, my dad’s son. I took it to the extreme and not for the good reasons. Because they couldn’t attack me if I was what they wanted me to be, right? And unconsciously I was hoping that you would react. That you would tell me to stop, that I was taking it too far. But you didn’t.” Ethan added.

“Because I thought that leaving you alone was what you wanted and needed. I decided early on to take a step back, to let you manage your way across motorsport. I was seeing what people were writing about you and I was hearing what the world was saying. It was heavy enough I didn’t want to add onto the pressure by being behind you every time you would take a step forward. I helped you in the background, financed your career, helped you with the sponsoring and with finding teams when you needed it. I pulled the strings I could to help you realize your dream. Thankfully I didn’t need to do it very often, you were proving yourself enough out there to be wanted by a lot of teams. I was there for you every time you were coming to me for advice or to talk about your races, to help you improve…”

“But don’t you think that sometimes I just needed my dad? Sometimes I think you acted more like my manager than my dad. I needed you, dad.”

“Do you understand what Ethan is saying Max?”

“I do… I never thought that I had failed you. I always thought that I was doing a good job. You were coming to me to talk about racing and you were going to your mom for more mundane things. I thought that was what you wanted.”

“The more the years went by, the bigger the anger and frustration were growing. I bottled everything up to focus on racing, that was where I was letting it out. I started to go out more, partying, girls, alcohol… I did everything. I think the first time I hit the gossip pages and the tabloids, it somehow felt liberating because they were talking about me. Not about you. It quickly became addicting. I felt like I was existing on my own. It didn’t matter the way, I didn’t care about that. I kept going until the pregnancy scandal.”

Sofia saw Max fidgeting at the mention of the scandal.

“How did you feel when the scandal happened, Max?”

“I was scared that Ethan could lose everything he had worked so hard to get.” he replied a bit harshly.

“Why are you so defensive all of the sudden?”

“Because, I think, for a moment he thought his little boy was going to screw up his reputation really badly. That’s not right, dad?”

“Because I got scared for you! Because I knew that if the kid was really yours, you would have dropped your career straight away to do the right thing. And you were not ready to be a dad! I didn’t want you to make that mistake. I couldn’t let you fall for what I feared was a trap and I was right because when I saw the shithole she was living in…” Max brutally stopped mid sentence as Ethan opened his mouth, a shocked expression on his face.

“How did you know where Carla lived?”

“Ethan…”

“How?” Ethan stood up, as Sofia was raising a hand, in a silent invitation for him to sit down.

“Let your dad talk, Ethan.”

“When I learned what had happened, I hired a private detective to find her trace. I went to confront her, forced her to tell me the truth. That’s all. But I want you to understand one thing, I love you, despite what you might think. I love you more than any championship I won. I wouldn’t have let her or anyone destroy your life. I didn’t have any intention to tell you all of that… It’s the past anyway.”

“What would you have done if the kid had been mine?”

“I was ready to pay her to abort or to give up on the child. She had nothing Ethan, nothing and no one to help her. That child would have grown up in a home with no central heating, with a mom forced to have three jobs to raise them. She was incapable of taking good care of a child.”

“Let’s admit that I would have been a dad for real, without me knowing about it, you would have known. You would have kept on lying to me. Would you have ever told me?” Ethan erased a tear that was falling down his cheek.

“I don’t know.”

“Does mom know?”

“She does.”

“Great. Amazing. Does anyone else know? How many people are lying to me?”

“Julia is aware. She found out and confronted me. I asked her to not tell you anything, don’t blame her. But it’s not important, Ethan. It’s not your child.”

“I don’t care about the kid! It’s not that! It’s the fact that you preferred to lie to me, to hide the truth from me. It would have been my decision to make, not yours. I’m an adult but sometimes I feel like you still consider me as an immature kid when I want nothing more than for you to trust me.”

Silence fell in the room, Ethan’s jaw clenched as he was avoiding to look at his dad who was looking at him with a sad face.

“Max, is there something you would like your son to know? Something you never told him.”

“That I love him and…”

“Don’t mind me. Talk to him directly. You can take a step forward if you want.”

Max nodded, standing up to go kneel next to his son, a hand on his back. He could feel him slightly shaking, indicating to him that his son was silently crying.

“I love you Ethan. And I know I’m not saying it enough but I’m proud of you. Not because you won and I know how important that race was for you. I’m proud of you because you stay true to who you are, no matter what. Because you’re loyal, you’re dedicated to your job, you’re honest, you’re not scared to admit when you’re wrong and you stick to your guns when you know you’re right. I’m proud of your achievements but even prouder of the way you handle your failures. I’m sorry I’ve not been the dad you wanted and you deserved but I hope it’s not too late to try to make amends.”

Ethan finally looked at him, eyes glossy.

“I love you too. You were my hero once, I want to find that again.”

“You’re your own hero, son. I wish you could see it.”

They came out of the office in heavy silence. A lot had been said and unpacked and they were both tired. As they were heading for their respective car, Max stopped to ask Ethan if he wanted to come to the penthouse to dinner later on.

“I don’t know… I think I need to be alone. To think and digest the day. It has been a lot.”

In the peace of his car, he finally let out all the emotions he had experienced today. He couldn’t believe it. How could his dad hide all of this from him? Taking away from him a decision that it was his to make. Absent-mindedly he drove to Julia’s house, he didn’t even notice until he saw Louis playing outside with Bailey. The teen almost screamed when he recognised the black maserati and ran to him, barely letting Ethan the time to get out of the car.

“Ethan! I’m so happy to see you! I’ve wanted to see you since you won! I knew you would. Are you here to play with me? I have a new game that we can try…”

“Well, not really… I mean, I’m happy to see you too, buddy. I missed you but is your sister here?”

“Why do you want to talk to her?”

“Grown up stuff.”

Louis’ face dropped and Ethan immediately felt bad.

“I promise I’ll find a moment to spend my day with you.”

He shrugged and left Ethan as he went back to play with Bailey. Ethan played with his rings not knowing what to do. Finally he noticed Lyanna, coming out of the house to check on Louis and waved at her. The woman smiled, inviting him to follow her inside.

“I didn’t have the occasion to congratulate you about your win.”

“Yeah, thanks…” he smiled a little shyly.

“It was only a matter of time before you finally won your first race and you certainly didn’t hear it from me but I know for a fact that some big Team Principals are talking about you in very flattering terms.” she winked.

“I’m loyal to Lamborghini and Maserati. I grew up there, in the junior academy and I don’t see myself going anywhere else. Is Julia around?”

“In her room. You know the way.”

The allusion made Ethan blush and he almost ran away. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar. She was there, lying on her bed, her eyes glued to the ceiling, seemingly deep in her thoughts. He knocked, making her head turn in his direction and she arched an eyebrow, recognizing him. She straightened up, inviting him to enter.

“What a surprise. You’re clearly the last person I expected.”

“Yeah… It was not planned. How are you doing?” he asked, sitting on her bed.

“Good. I started therapy. I had my first session this morning, actually.”

“How was it?”

“Tough. The therapist said that he was probably going to see me more than his own wife so… I don’t know how to interpret it.”

“That means you’re a lot of work.”

She rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at him.

“He also thought it’s probably best for me to stay away from the tracks and this world. At least for a little while so… you won’t see me for the next few weeks. I’ll be there for Vegas, though. And Melbourne. I don’t want to miss them for the world and I want to see Kyle getting his third title. I want to be there for him and for Romy. And for Ludwig. And Chloe as well. And you.”

“Not for Martin?” He teased her.

“Shut up. We barely talk, you know. Just a text from here and there to ask if I’m okay.”

“You do what you want, Julia.”

“No. I mean, yes but… I want you to know that it’s over for good between him and I. Nothing will ever happen. It was doomed from the start anyway and it was a really stupid idea to jump into a relationship so soon after we ended ours. And I did it for all the wrong reasons. I know I hurt you but most of all, I hurt myself. If I had taken the time to acknowledge my feelings and try to make peace with them we wouldn’t have been in this mess. Mess that I created I know. It’s just easier to ignore things and thinking that by doing so they will just go away than actually confronting them. I was a coward. But I'm working on that now. But you’re not here to listen to my rambles. How are you holding up? Now that you’re a Grand Prix winner, many things must have changed for you.”

“Not really. I’m still the same old Ethan. But I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“I’m listening.”

And Ethan explained to her the revelations his dad had made at his therapist’s office. He heard her sigh, shifting her position to get closer to him before putting her hand on his knee to squeeze it lightly.

“It was not my place to tell you. And I remember telling your dad that you should know, that it was not fair to keep it from you. That being said, maybe what he did was not the right thing. I mean, definitely not but, it doesn’t come from a malicious place. It comes from love and I’m in the right position to tell you that sometimes love makes us do really stupid things. Don’t be mad at him, Eth.”

“I’m not… mad. I’m more… I don’t know. He… the fact that he felt the need to intervene because he knew that I would potentially screw things up, it’s just… he doesn’t trust me to make the right decision. It’s like he is in perpetual damage control when it comes to me and it makes me feel like I’m a loser. Even if he told me today that no matter what he was proud of me.”

“He just wants to protect you, like any parents want to do with their child. You are just not used to it, you’ve always done whatever you wanted on your own. Without someone having your back. I know that growing up without a good support system hurt you a lot. I can’t relate… I have an amazing one that I took for granted but, my point is, your dad is just clumsy in his way of showing that he cares. He needs to learn it and you need to learn to let him be there for you. You can be vulnerable around him, Ethan.”

“I don’t know how to be vulnerable around people, Julia.”

“You’re vulnerable around me.”

“It’s not the same with you. You’re grounding me, you’re my anchor. You’re the one who keeps me at bay when I want to float away.”

“You know… having multiple anchors is not a bad thing. In case one ends up breaking down, another one takes over. And it goes on and on.”

He looked at her, deep in the eyes. He didn't dare to say that he didn’t need multiple anchors as long as he had her.

“So… have you thought about what you’ll be doing next year?”

“Not really… I’m thinking but for now I’m kind of lost. I’ve always thought that my job was the only reliable thing in my life, the thing that would always be there no matter what. And now that I don’t have it anymore… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“I’m not worried for you. I’m sure that whatever you’ll come up with, it will be great.”

They chatted for a while, catching up on what they had been to, until Lyanna interrupted them.

“Are you staying for dinner, Ethan?”

“I mean, why not?”

He knew he was supposed to meet his parents but he didn’t want to face them, he didn’t want to come home with a headache which would inevitably happen if he was going. And if he was completely honest, he was considering the Leclercs more like his family than the one he was linked to by blood. Louis insisted for Ethan to sit right next to him, he was proud to tell him he was going to start guitar classes in January and he couldn’t wait to show him the guitar he had gone to buy with his dad. Ethan listened to him religiously under the happy gaze of Julia.

“He’ll be a great dad, one day.” whispered Lyanna in her daughter’s ear.

“Mom…” Julia rolled her eyes, in annoyance.

“I’m kidding. I’m just happy to see you, guys, have made up.”

“I’m happy too.”

It was late at night when Ethan finally left. Julia was in her room, getting ready for the night when she saw Louis passing by and stopping in front of her door.

“You want to tell me something?” she smiled.

“Don’t break Ethan’s heart again. I don’t want to feel like I have to choose between you two. It’s not nice.”

“I don’t intend on breaking his heart, Louis. Believe me.”

He shrugged, not really convinced but left his sister alone. The next day was weird for her. Seeing her dad leaving for the factory without her was like a dagger in her heart. It hurt and she was still feeling a bit miserable to the point that she wanted to spend the whole day doing nothing on the couch, something her mom had no intention to let her do.

So, to spend time Julia decided to clean her room and to clear out her wardrobe, it had been so long since she had last done so. She had even started a book she had long wanted to read. But when it became evident she was running out of ideas to spend her day, she sat at her computer and started to look at activities she could do. Ethan was right, maybe she should find an activity that would make her feel good about herself, something she would be proud of. She could ask her mom if she could help her with her charity but she also wanted to find something by herself, without having to rely on her parents. She wanted to prove to herself that she was capable of doing it. She just didn’t know where to start. She scribbled it down in her notebook. Her therapist had advised her to note somewhere all her questions and doubts so they could work on it. And the list started to get long. She wanted to talk about her past and the depression it had resulted in, her family and how hard it had been to grow up with a world champion dad and an Oscar winner mom. About her brother and how protective she felt with him. How tough it was for her to form friendships and even tougher romantic relationships. She wanted to understand why feelings were scaring her, why she was sometimes acting like a coward. She wanted to know what was wrong with her. She was ready for it.

She unlocked her phone and searched for Romy’s contact. On her long list of things she wanted to work on, redeeming herself to her friends was at the top. She had not been the greatest lately and it was time to change it. She called her, checking the time. It was early morning in the US where her and Kyle were. She knew they had decided to fly there so she could finally meet her in-laws. Romy almost immediately picked up the call.

“Please, get me out of here.” were her first words.

“It’s not what I expected to hear at first when I called you.”

“Kyle’s mom hates me. I’m sure she does, she has this look on her face when she looks at me, like she is judging me and I hate it!”

“Be yourself, Romy. Don’t stress out. Kyle loves you, it’s what matters the most and his mom must see it. It will be fine.”

She heard a door creaking and locking before Romy started to talk again.

“Kyle told her, you know… for the baby.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I heard them and I wasn’t supposed to, I think. He blames himself. I knew he was but I’ve never thought that he felt like he was responsible… And his mom told him that maybe it meant that we were not meant to be, that life was trying to send him a message and that he should listen to it.”

Romy gulped on the other end of the line and Julia regretted not being here to take her in her arms.

“What did Kyle say?”

“Nothing. Or, more like I don’t know, I left after hearing that. It hurts you know. What if she is right?”

“Romy, don’t go there…”

“I’m scared, Julia. Really scared to lose him..”

She could hear the lump in her throat and it hurt her to not be able to be there for her best friend and to help her get through it. But at the same time, she was fearing it was something she couldn’t help her to do.

“When are you coming to a race?”

“I plan to be there for Vegas and for Melbourne, the last two of the seasons. It’s not a good environment for me to be near, right now.”

“What are you going to do in the meantime?”

“I don’t know, Ethan asked me the same question and…” Julia started before being interrupted by Romy.

“Ethan, huh? Are you guys….”

“Oh, no. He made it clear that he wasn’t trusting me anymore and I can’t blame him. And right now, my priority is therapy. Therapy first, boys second. Well no, therapy first, family second, friends fourth and boys eventually.” Julia corrected herself.

“You go, girl.”

“I don’t want to jump into a new relationship, anyway. I made the mistake with Martin once, I won’t do it twice.”

“I’m glad you decided to really work on yourself, you know. I’m proud of you.” Romy said.

Julia smiled before telling Romy to hold on tight and that everything would be okay, before finally hanging up. Talking to her best friend felt nice and she felt sad thinking that it had to come to that extreme for her to finally notice it. But it was never too late to make things right.

Author's note: The last secret remaining between them is out of the bag... nothing stands between them anymore... it means fluff incoming in the next chapters!!!

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Ok so what sbout remus/sirius being too sick to go to an away game so the other one has to go alone, and then tons of facetime conversations and "get well soon" videos from the team?

This is related to this fic about Remus and Finn bonding over terrible reporters--hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, and the Loops/ Talker bonding is for @lee-1012!

TW for illness

“You don’t look so good.” Remus frowned as he held the inside of his wrist against Sirius’ forehead. “And you definitely have a fever.”

“Non.” Sirius sat up on his elbows with a groan, then almost immediately flopped back down.

“Yes.” He leaned back on his heels and checked the clock—they had two hours before they had to be at the airport. “Baby, I don’t think you should—”

“ ‘m going.”

“It’s not a good—”

“Gotta go. Games.” Sirius cracked one glassy eye open. “Two weeks away. I’ll take the first couple days off.”

Remus sighed through his nose and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “You shouldn’t go on the plane if you’re sick. Not just for your sake, but for the rest of us. We don’t need everyone to come down with this.”

He received a halfhearted glare in response, but Sirius finally huffed and curled on his side to nuzzle against his thigh. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, baby,” Remus said quietly, bending to kiss his temple. They hadn’t been apart for that long since before he was a player, nearly a year prior. Hell, he had never played a game without Sirius, let alone two weeks’ worth. “Lily will check on you, okay?”

Sirius mumbled an incoherent response and cuddled closer when he began combing his fingers through his hair. The second alarm beeped, loud against the quiet of their bedroom; time to go, he thought ruefully. Sirius touched his knee as he started to stand. “Love you. Be safe.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most.”

“Go back to sleep,” Remus said as his heart clenched. “I’ll let Coach know what happened, but you’ve got to rest and take care of yourself. Hydrate or die-drate, yeah?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Sleep,” he repeated, kissing his forehead once more before hauling himself out of bed and tucking the covers around Sirius’ shoulders. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

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The clouds were a soft, pastel pink around them as the sun rose—Sirius’ favorite. If his phone was correct, Lily would be there soon to let Hattie out and make sure Sirius wasn’t pushing himself too hard. The thought brought Remus a bit of relief, but not enough to quell his concern.

Talker poked his forearm, snapping him from his reverie. “What’s going on?”

“Just worrying.”

“About Cap?”

Remus waved a hand vaguely. “And Hattie, and Lily, and whether he’s got a cold or something worse. Feels weird being here without him.”

Talker hummed his agreement and offered one of his earbuds. “Want to listen to half of Bohemian Rhapsody with me? It’ll give you five minutes and 55 seconds of relative peace.”

“It’s too quiet,” James groaned just before he pressed ‘play’.

Across the aisle, Remus saw Kasey roll his eyes. “Your husband is sick, dude, not dead. He doesn’t talk to you on planes anyway.”

“It’s the principle of the thing, Bliz.”

“Oh my god,” Kasey muttered under his breath, securing his headphones tightly over his ears.

James let his head flop to the side with a baleful look. “Loops, you’re on my side, right?”

“I’ve got you, buddy,” he assured him. Talker stifled a laugh, and the opening chords began as more clouds rolled past. Remus let himself drift with them, taking deep breaths to soothe his worries; Sirius would be fine. He had the sniffles, or at worst the flu, and he would be join them for the second week in top form. There was nothing to worry about.

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“He’s got pneumonia,” Lily sighed.

“He what?”

“A mild case, but the doctor said it would take a week of antibiotics and rest before he’s close to a hundred percent. No hockey for about a month, too.”

Remus stared at the wall of his empty hotel room, lost for words. “Well, fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

“Pretty m—absolutely not, go lay down.” There was a rustling noise and two grumbling voices. “Sorry about that.”

“Will you put me on speaker real quick?” Remus asked, pinching the bridge of his nose until he heard a faint click. “Sirius? You there?”

“Yes! I miss you, and I was just going to tell you that it’s really not that—”

“Please sit your ass down. Lily, if he tries to fuck around and find out exactly how nasty pneumonia is, you have full permission to sit on him. I miss you too, love,” he added after a short pause.

“He’s blowing you a kiss,” Lily informed him. “Oh, and he’s giving me the puppy eyes.”

“Resist if you can. Love you both. Give Hattie lots of cuddles from me.”

“We will,” she promised.

The second the call ended, Remus groaned aloud and thumped his head against the wall before padding down the hall. Just my fucking luck. The door swung open after the second knock; Arthur’s face fell. “How bad is it?”

“Mild pneumonia.”

“Fuck.”

“Yep. Doctor said he’d be out for a month.”

Arthur rubbed his eyes and nodded, motioning Remus back towards his own room. “Get some rest, then. I’ll let everyone know in the morning. Any idea how he got it?”

“Not a clue.”

“Thanks for the update, Loops. Sleep tight.”

“I will,” Remus lied as he headed back for a sleepless night between cold sheets.

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Lily sent updates every few hours; most reported that Sirius was sleeping well and looking better with each passing day, but Remus couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly guilty. If something happened while he was hundreds of miles away, he would never forgive himself. He had sworn in front of their closest friends and family to be there in sickness and in health—what kind of husband ditches their partner for one of a million roadies?

This one. He stabbed a piece of broccoli and shoved it in his mouth. And then he goes and makes an idiot of himself for the world to see.

The interview was supposed to be easy, but he couldn’t let it roll off anymore. Not when he couldn’t answer their questions even when he wanted to, not when he was states away from the love of his life while he was sick, not when he felt helpless and shoved aside in every current aspect of his life.

“So.” The chair next to him creaked as Talker planted his full weight in it and set his plate decisively on the table.

“What.”

“Oh, pissy Loops. Haven’t seen you in a while. Talked to Cap yet?”

“Yeah.” Another piece of broccoli fell victim to his frustration.

“How’s he sound?”

“Better.”

“Sweet.” Talker continued to munch away on his dinner. “Anyone ever told you that you have the general disposition of a wet cat when you’re upset?”

Remus tried and failed to keep down a smile. “I seem to recall you bringing it up on occasion, yes.”

His dark eyes softened and he bumped their elbows together. “He’ll be okay.”

“I know.”

“Really, Loops. Cap’s going to be just fine. Lily doesn’t sugar-coat this kind of stuff, and he’s a tough guy. Mild pneumonia doesn’t stand a chance. Besides, we’ve only got four days left and we need you to kick some ass out there.”

If Remus was a little more emotionally vulnerable, he would’ve burst into tears. Instead, he settled for leaning his temple against Talker’s with a quiet ‘thanks’ and allowed himself to be pulled into a side hug. Across the dining hall, Finn shot him a thumbs-up and a wink. “Love you, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Talker teased. “The internet is already coming to your aid, you know.”

“About…?”

“Not only have those asshole reporters become a new meme, you’ve also got a shit ton of people bringing up past mistreatment of athletes in the press room. You’re the face of a revolution, Loops.”

“I’ve been the face of too many revolutions for one person,” he groused, not even bothering to duck out of the way when Talker ruffled his hair.

“Well, one more won’t kill you.”

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Remus’ heart raced as he stepped off the plane. The logical part of him knew that Sirius would be waiting outside the security gate, but everything else screamed to see him now, now, right now so he could be sure he was alright. At least he had sounded healthier on the phone the night before—Remus wasn’t sure what he would do otherwise.

“Deep breaths,” James reminded him as they walked toward the baggage claim. “I’m sure he’s—”

An excited shout broke through the thick crowds. Remus’ heart skipped a beat, and then he was running, racing through the people that parted for him as his vision tunneled. His carry-on hit the ground with a low thud that he hardly heard as Sirius lifted him straight off the ground and held him tight.

“I love you,” Remus said immediately, locking his ankles around Sirius’ lower back and squeezing his eyes shut. “Are you okay?”

In lieu of a response, Sirius pulled back and kissed him, cradling one side of his face in his warm, warm hand. Two weeks may as well have been an eternity. He broke away after a moment, searching his face for any signs of illness or pain. “I’m fine,” Sirius said softly, as if he could read his mind. “I promise. A little tired and sore, but there’s no lasting damage.”

“Don’t do that again,” Remus said into the side of his neck as he hugged him close. He smelled like home. “Not when I have to leave.”

Sirius’ arms were steady around his back. “I won’t.”

“I’m going to grill you on everything as soon as we get home.”

“I know.”

“But right now, I’m just going to hug you because I missed you and I worried myself into a hole, like, every night.”

He could feel Sirius’ smile against his shoulder. “I know.”

[spencerreidismyonetruelove]

Spoiled on Valentine’s Day

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

CW: SMUT (18+), Oral (Male receiving), Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Cowgirl Position

A/N: This fic was inspired by a conversation with the lovely @90spumkin about surprising Hotch on Valentine’s Day. I am posting this at 11:55 pm so technically, it is still Valentine’s Day! I hope you all had a wonderful day, and I hope you enjoy!

Another holiday he missed because of work. The case took longer than the team had originally thought, but they had finally found the unsub and were on the jet on their way home. The problem was they weren’t going to land until 2200. Which means he wasn’t going to get home until 2330 at the earliest. Aaron sat back in his seat and sighed, placing his pen down on top of the paperwork in front of him.

“You okay, Hotch?” Morgan asked him, raising an eyebrow as he looked up and across the table at him.

“Of course,” Aaron answered automatically. “I’m just tired.” He rubbed a hand over his face before glancing down at his phone. His lock screen showed a picture of himself, Jack, and Y/N laughing at the park. It was a fun afternoon and it brought a small smile to the corner of his mouth.

“You’re bummed that you missed Valentine’s Day, aren’t you?” Morgan asks quietly so no one overhears their conversation. He gives Aaron a small smile and a reassuring look.

“I just feel guilty,” Aaron sighs softly. “Y/N puts up with so much because of this job. I was hoping to be able to spoil her for Valentine’s Day.” He rubs a hand over his face again as he grimaces. “It’s just not fair to her.”

“She loves you,” Morgan reassures him. “She knows what the job entails and she understands that even if you miss a few holidays or events, that you love her too. And, hey, you don’t need a holiday to spoil your lady. Just ask Penelope.” He smirked at the older man with a twinkle in his eye.

“Morgan, I do not need to know how you spoil your ‘baby girl,’” Aaron chuckled. “I am still your boss.”

“The point is,” Morgan laughed. “You can spoil her anytime. It’s not as big of a deal as you think to miss one Valentine’s Day.”

“Thanks, Morgan. I’ll keep that in mind,” Aaron replied with a little sarcasm. Although if he thought about it, the younger man had a point. Maybe he would have to take Y/N on a weekend retreat just because. He knew she’d love some time away from her own job.

~~~~~~~~~~

When they landed at Quantico, Aaron sent Y/N a text to let her know he’d landed safely and he’d be home soon.

2204 Aaron: Just landed. I should be home around 2345. I have some last minute things to do here at the office. I love you.

What he didn’t expect is that she’d text him back almost immediately.

2205 Y/N: Glad to hear you’re safe. I’ll see you soon! I love you too! xoxo

Aaron smiled at his phone and headed to his office to try and finish his paperwork as quickly as he could.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was 2340 when he arrived home. Aaron let himself into the apartment as quietly as he could in case Y/N had fallen asleep. Jack was at Jessica’s, so he would pick him up in the morning. He slipped off his shoes, placed his bag by the door, and secured his gun in the safe. Aaron could see a soft glow coming from the bedroom door which was cracked open slightly. He noticed that the light was flickering slightly as he got closer. Aaron pushed the door open gently and was rooted to the spot just inside the doorway.

Y/N was laying across the bed in a set of red and black lace lingerie that left very little to his imagination. The room was filled with small candles that were giving off just the right amount of light to make her look like a dream spread across their bed. She smiled sweetly at him as his eyes followed along the curve of her body. “Hi,” she whispered so softly he barely heard it.

“Well, hi yourself,” Aaron murmured. “Did you get all dressed up for me for Valentine’s Day, pretty girl?”

She nodded, “Yes, Daddy.” And she slipped off of the bed to walk towards him. She held out her hand, and taking his, led him to sit on the edge of the bed. “I wanted to do something nice for you since you work so hard.” She reached up and gently loosened his tie. Slipping it off, she laid it to the side and began undoing the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Sweetheart,” He murmured, bringing a hand up to cup Y/N’s cheek. He couldn’t help but smile as she leaned into his touch. “I’m the one who is supposed to spoil you for Valentine’s Day.” Once Y/N had pushed his shirt from his shoulders, he pulled her to him so she was standing between his legs with their chests where pressed together.

“Daddy,” She whispered as their noses brushed together, “You spoil me every day. Tonight it’s my turn.” She nuzzled her nose against his and kissed him softly.

Aaron felt his earlier guilt and worry melt away as his hands slid up her body to tangle in her hair. He deepened their kiss, slipping his tongue into her warm mouth. She moaned into the kiss and he tightened his hold on her. Eventually his need to breathe won out over his need for her, if only for the moment, Aaron pulled back slightly and panted as their foreheads rested against one another.

“Please,” She breathed against his lips, “Let me take care of you tonight.” Well, he couldn’t deny her when she asked so nicely. Aaron nodded and Y/N pulled back from him and slid to her knees between his legs. She ran her hand from his knees up his thighs towards the obvious bulge in his trousers. She looked up at him through her lashes as she gently undid his belt and curled her fingers under his waistband. Y/N pulled his trousers down painfully slowly and his erection sprung free. Once he was fully naked, her hands followed their previous path upward from his knees as she leaned forward to sweep her tongue up his length from base to tip.

Aaron let out a shaking breath as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. She let her tongue flick across it, collecting and swallowing the precum that had already begun to bead up on the tip. “Fuck, Sweetheart,” Aaron moaned out as he placed one of his hands on the back of her head. She hollowed about her cheeks and hummed around him as she sunk deeper down his length. He let out a hiss as his finger tightened in her hair. Y/N began bobbing her head, taking him deeper and deeper, as one of her hands came up to cup his balls. Aaron let his head fall back as he moaned. Soon, Y/N’s nose was brushing against his stomach and she was swallowing around him, milking his length with the muscles of her throat.

As Aaron felt himself getting close, he gently pulled Y/N back and off of his cock. She let out a little whine as she looked up at him. “I wanna cum inside you, Princess.” Aaron explained as he helped her to her feet. He slid back onto the bed so his back was against the headboard. Aaron guided Y/N so she was straddling him with his cock at the entrance of her pussy. “I want you to ride me, Sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He asked her as he rubbed his hands up and down her hips, feeling the soft lace of her negligee.

“Yes, Daddy,” Y/N replied sweetly as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She moaned as his length filled her and she leaned forward to nuzzle her face into his neck as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside of her. After a moment she rolled her hips once before beginning to move herself up and down on his member. It wasn’t long before she was bouncing on his cock letting out moans and whines that were music to his ears. Aaron’s own moans joined hers in a symphony accented by the sounds of their bodies against each other and the slight creak of the mattress beneath them.

As Aaron felt himself getting close to the edge once again, he reached down between them to rub circles on her clit. Y/N moaned loudly and leaned her head back, all the while never stopping her movements. “I want you to cum with me, Princess. I want to feel you come undone around me as you ride my cock.” Y/N’s moans melted into whimpers and gasps as she began to reach her own peak. When Aaron was just about to explode he leaned forward and latched onto her neck biting and sucking a deep purple bruise at her pulse point. That was enough to pull her over the edge, pulling him along with her. The two moaned loudly as they came together, before Y/N collapsed against his chest. Aaron wrapped his arms around her and rubbed small circles on her back. After her breathing slowed, he lifted her gently off of him and slipped out of the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he told her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Aaron grabbed his boxers off of the floor as he moved towards the bathroom. He cleaned himself up and put on the boxers before preparing a warm washcloth. When Aaron re-entered the bed room, he gently cleaned Y/N up before placing the washcloth on the nightstand and sliding into bed. “Thank you, Sweetheart,” he praised her as he pulled her into his arms beneath the covers. “I would consider myself spoiled.”

Y/N giggled as she curled up against his chest. “I love you, Aaron. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Aaron kissed the top of her head. “I love you too.” As they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, Aaron’s last thought was that he was glad he hadn’t missed Valentine’s Day after all.

[please-buckme]

The View From The Fire Escape. (2/3)

Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: fluff, sexual situation 18+, and ANGST BABY, and sorry.

Part 1 // Part 3

The sun beamed through your bedroom window shortly after you fell asleep, peeking it’s rays passed your makeshift curtains. You tossed and turned all morning as thoughts of Bucky ran through your head.

You’d seen him from afar almost every night since he moved in. At first he was shy, only ducking his head out for air every now and then. Eventually, though, you asked him to stick around, have a beer with you. He declined the offer the first couple of times, but one night he was out there before you as if he were waiting for you.

Since then, you were his late night remedy after another terrible nightmare. Some nights you would be too tired to set out and talk. Those nights were the worst for Bucky.

You helped him think of other things, helped him take his mind off of his past if only for a short time. So when you weren’t out there he had nothing but time to sit alone and think. Think of all the things he’s done, all the horrors of his past. His victims' faces flashing to life as he relives every moment. When you didn’t save him from himself, he could never go back to sleep. He was always too scared and frightened at what his mind would make him relive if he closed his eyes, again.

But sometimes, after you talk for a while, he would dream of you. Even though he’d only seen you from across the way as well, in his dreams he was touching your soft skin. He could still hear you giggling but this time in his ear as he kissed down your neck. Those dreams he cherished. You were the only positive thing his unconscious mind would grant him and he was okay with that.

//

Your alarm went off at 10am, giving you just enough time to shower, do your hair and get dressed. The weather outside was beautiful; clear skies and sunny. You dressed for summer for the first time in over a year. It didn’t take long for 11am to hit as you found yourself rushing around your apartment, scrambling to find your keys and wallet. Instead of putting your shoes on, you grabbed them and rushed out the door;

Locking the door from the inside.

You were late. Only by five minutes, but Bucky began to panic. You were the first person he was seeing that wasn’t part of him trying to ‘make amends’. He liked you and that was a lot for him to process already. You were the first person who was genuinely nice to him since the blip. He didn’t want to screw this up.

When you were six minutes late, the heavy breathing kicked in. As if he wasn’t nervous enough, now he’s sure you weren’t coming. He scratches his head in defeat and begins to walk away.

Before he could get too far, though, you come barreling out the door,

“Bucky? Bucky, oh my god. I’m so sorry.” You say out of breath. “One minute I was getting ready and the next my favorite song came on so I got a little lost and then- BAM” you shout, making Bucky jump in surprise. He could tell you were nervous too, just from the rambling. You rambled a lot when you were nervous. He found it cute.

“It was 10:55. I’m so sorry. I hope you weren’t down here long.”

“No just-“ He looks at the watch on his right wrist, “about ten minutes. I was early.” He states, clearing his throat.

Once you caught your breath reality set in. Here he was. He was even more beautiful up close. But it was really just his face you could admire, the rest of him was covered from his neck to his toes in dark clothing.

“You know it’s, like, eighty degrees out, right?” You giggle, looking his attire over.

He sighed, “Ah.. yeah, I’ll be fine. This actually keeps me cool.” He lied.

“Really? Your black leather jacket with matching gloves keeps you cool?”

He shakes his head, smirking down at you, “Ya know, you’re way more annoying in this proximity. I think I’m just gonna-“ He laughs, pointing to his apartment.

“Shut up.” You say shoving his left shoulder. Your palm landed on his covered metal arm and Bucky grabbed your wrist gently before lowering it back to your side.

“So what’s the plan today?” He asks, trying to cut through the awkwardness he’d brought between the two of you.

“Well, first I’ll put my shoes on, and then I thought we’d go to the square. There’s some sort of event going on. I thought it’d be more fun to walk around rather than sit and talk.” You shrug.

You were awkward but confident in your own way. It’s like you embraced the awkwardness and Bucky loved that about you. To his surprise, but not really that surprising, you were more awkward in person. But also so beautiful. More beautiful than he’d dreamed. The skin that peaked through your clothing appeared soft. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but at the same time didn’t want to rush anything. Bucky was old fashioned in many ways and dating was one.

You beamed this sort of natural glow under your shy demeanor. Bucky smiled, “We can do whatever you want, after I help you with your shoes.”

“Oh.. you don’t have ta- waaa” Bucky helped you balance as he held your foot over his knee, placing the shoe on each foot, then double knotting your laces. “He can tie shoes too. God, is there anything you can’t do?” You giggle.

Bucky groans like an old man as stood back on his feet, “whistle.” He grins.

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah, I am.” He laughs, nudging your shoulder. “Come on.”

You smile up at him when he holds his right arm out to you. Your arm links with his as he walks you around the busy Brooklyn sidewalk.

//

The square was packed. Kids running around you and Bucky with every other step, it feels like. You watch as he held back a smile when a sweet little girl ran up and gave him a flower.

“Oh, is this for me?” He asked, kneeling down to her eye level. She nods, “Thank you, Doll. I’ll keep it til the petals fall off, how’s that sound?” He smiled as she giggled and ran away.

“And he’s good with kids.” You note aloud again.

“Kids are much easier to talk to than adults.” He smirked.

Bucky held onto the flower the entire time. It made your heart melt a little more each time you caught him twirling it between his fingers. He was simple. Even the smallest act of kindness went a long way with him.

You moved from booth to booth, shop to shop, trying on hats that made Bucky grin and ate the greased food Bucky's ever consumed. He watched as you talked to the small business owners littering the square just hoping for people to buy from their booth. He notices the crinkles by your eye when you laugh. He’d never seen such beauty in one smile. You were kind, understanding and patient with him and that’s exactly what he needed.

You never asked about his arm and he was so grateful for that. When he came out shirtless the first time he didn’t know you were there. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw you waving over to him. He expected all the usual questions, but you never asked one.

Even today you grabbed it to drag him to another booth and you didn’t even flinch. This put Bucky at ease. You're the first person to hold his hand in years. It’s silly but it means more to him than you’ll ever know.

“What do you think of these?” You ask, trying on a pair of sunglasses.

“I like the other ones.” He points to the other pair in your hand.

“Hmm, okay. Just these then.” You pay for the sunglasses and walk back the way you came as the event was ending.

“Did you have fun?” Bucky asked, hesitantly moving his hand closer to yours.

“I had a great time, Buck. You’re good company.” His heart lurched at the complement. He stretched his pinky out towards the back of your palm, running it open and down your soft skin before you got the hint and took his hand into yours. You both wore smiles the whole way back.

The walk home was pretty quiet. You’d gotten a little more comfortable and rested your head against his leather covered metal arm, sighing as your feet began to ache.

“Thanks for hanging out with me.” You say once you arrived at your building.

“Thanks for inviting me.” He gave you a shy smile.

It was still midday and you were positive you’d be too tired to sit out tonight. In all honesty you weren’t quite ready to say goodbye just yet. You cleared your throat, trying to think of a way to get him upstairs without sounding too desperate.

“I’d love to put that pretty flower in a vase for you,” it wasn’t a great excuse but you gotta work with what you got.

“Are you trying to steal my flower?” He scoffed jokingly.

“Of course not I-“

“The audacity..”

“Shut up,” you giggle. “I’m just trying to get you upstairs, okay?” The air around you thickens. Did you really just say that? I thought we were going for not too desperate.

“I don’t think that’s-“

“It's okay, Bucky. I just wasn’t ready to say goodbye, is all.” The frown you wore made his heart sink. Has he upset you now?

“You know, I’m not really ready to say goodbye either.” He grins down at you. A soft sigh of relief comes from you and you smile, taking his hand into yours again and dragging him upstairs.

Once you opened the door, you kicked yourself for not cleaning up. It wasn’t too bad just empty beer bottles on your coffee table and an open pizza box.

“Sorry it’s so messy.” You apologize, picking things up on your way to the kitchen. “Would you like a plum?”

“No thanks. I have a bad history with plums.” Bucky says. You hum in understanding even though you were totally confused. But that is also going into the ill-talk-about-it-when-I-want-to-talk-about-it file.

Are the nightmares plum related? Anyways.

Bucky followed you to the kitchen and watched as you ate the plum. The juices of the plum stained your lips and even ran down your chin. Bucky was drooling over you. So beautiful and sexy and you’re just eating a plum. He hadn’t realized his mouth was hanging open as he watched you, but you did.

You smiled shyly, “Would you like a bite?” You asked, pulling Bucky from his trance.

He smirked, “Out of you or the plum?”

Your cheeks flushed as you swollen the remnants of the plum and the lump that now sat in your throat. “That’s entirely up to you, Buck.”

He smiled. He was a little nervous to go too far with you but he couldn’t stand it any longer. It’d been so long since someone noticed him the way you do and watching those juices drip down your chin did him in. He needed you just as bad as you wanted him.

He walked up to you slowly, taking the plum from you and biting into it. The juices now glossed his lips as well as he whispered, “how about both?”

A whimper fell from your lips, making Bucky lose all sense of control. Letting the plum slip from his fingertips, he cupped your face with his hands before smashing his lips to yours. He absentmindedly raised you to your tiptoes, so entranced with your taste. He could taste the plum on your breath and somehow that tasted even sweeter than taking a bite straight from the plum itself.

Bucky was drunk for the first time in decades and he didn’t need alcohol to do it; he just needed you. You were the elixir he’d been searching for all this time. He needed you as much as he needed oxygen to breathe.

You moaned into his mouth as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your room as if he’d done it a million times before.

Your head hit the mattress as he laid you down. He groaned into your mouth, rubbing himself against you. “Bucky..” you whimpered once his lips trailed to your neck.

This was something you never thought would happen but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You wanted all of him; his touch, his affection, his past, his secrets he’d never even tell his closest friend, his bad days, his good days, everything. You were overwhelmed with him, his cologne taking over your sense and his tender touches sending you into a frenzy.

Once he got to your chest, you sat up and flipped him over, pinning his hands above his head as you did so. You began to trail kisses down his neck now and undid his jacket.

Bucky winced when you pinned him down. He felt a panic attack approaching and he did everything he could to stop it. He tried to steady his breathing but with the way you were kissing him, that was never going to happen. He started counting to ten slowly in his head, but nothing he did could stop this attack from coming on. Flashbacks of being chained to gurneys and beds hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Oh god-“ he cried, making you stop and look up at him.

“Bucky-? Are you okay?”

He couldn’t hear you through the pounding in his ears and the noises of them working on his arm that were etched into his memories.

“Stop-“ he cried out, more to himself than you.

“Bucky what’s wrong? Did I do something?” You asked worried but also a little frightened.

“Get off of me..” He whimpered.

“Bucky?”

“I said get off of me.” Bucky through you to the floor as he sat up. Tears streamed down his face now. The panic attack was in full swing and he didn’t know what to do. All he knew was that he had to get out of here.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.” He apologized just before running down the hall and out of your apartment.

Bucky left you confused, hurt and now frightened. Your body ached from being thrown to the floor.

All you knew was, the man you came into the apartment with wasn’t the same one who left.

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[bvccy]

Nothing to Despair | Preview 2 / Work In Progress

PAIRING: Soft!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Bucky and a girl he never met before are asked, because of their language skills, to go undercover as married on a two-week mission to Europe. He feels alienated in the modern world, and notices his partner feels similarly isolated. Maybe they can find a new home in each other, but she’s not easily persuaded.

WARNINGS: Just nightmares and hurt/comfort, MORE ANGST

WORD COUNT: 2K

A/N: It's been 84 years and the fic is still not done, so have another preview. I didn't wanna post more, and this is a rough version, but then N I G H T M A R E S happened and NEW GIFS I was just bouncing to contribute so here, have this. Ironically, it's not Bucky having the nightmare in my fic, it's the reader/MC having one and being comforted by him, but still gonna take advantage of this lovely gif <3

She was running aimlessly away, but he was always behind her. She could hear him catching up, and if she turned her head she could see him coming closer, and his angry heaving breath was almost right behind her, and then she woke up.

Laying in bed frozen stiff with fear, her eyes took in the darkness of — oh, her hotel room at the Grand Continental in Cer. She stood up in bed and looked around: safe, quiet, and if she tried to remember her dream she already couldn't. She picked up her phone on the bedside table, fiddling with the Stark tech to see the time: 3:36 AM.

The fear was so intense she thought she would die if she didn't hold another person, right now. She had never felt anything like this in her life: not when falling out of a tree, not when flying, not when she got the mission from Steve, not when Bucky cornered her…

Bucky. He was sleeping in the other room. If she could just — No. He would either laugh at her for being silly or resent her for waking him up. She could almost hear him now: "You woke me up, for this? Take it like a big girl and go back to bed."

But there's never been a fear like this… in her blood and her bones, and her mind and underneath it. Through the silence of the room, she could hear her own heart thrumming, and though she knew it was impossible, a part of her mind was certain there was someone there with her, waiting, ready to —

It took three minutes of hugging herself in bed and trying, uselessly, to not be scared to absolute death before her heart won over her head and she stepped lightly to Bucky's room. She didn't even knock, she scratched at the door lightly. If he was awake, he'd hear it; if he wasn't, she won't wake him up.

No response. When she turned the handle slowly and inched the door open enough to poke her head through, only then did Bucky stir in bed. She could just make out the shape of him through the light from the window.

As he groaned sleepily and shifted in his sheets to get up, she wasn't sure if he was upset with her or not, and it didn't escape her notice how his hand went underneath the pillow — a weapon hidden there, most likely — but then he spoke into the dark and sounded gentle, if groggy.

"That you, doll?"

"Yeah… Can I come in?" she whispered, clinging to the door and trembling.

"Something happen?" asked Bucky, practically awake already.

"No, nothing, but — " How to tell him, how to explain a reason as dumb as this?

He was sitting up in bed by now, rubbing his face with his flesh hand, and then he looked right at her. "Come on in."

She stepped through gratefully but still ashamed, holding onto herself in her flimsy nightgown as she padded to his large bed. As she got closer, she could finally see him: soft hair ruffled, a stubble just barely grown, a plain white tank top stretching across his chest and the hint of scarring around the left shoulder.

His eyes looked curiously up at her, even worried. She hated depending on him, or anyone, and he'd noticed it. So when she looked at him pleadingly from beside his bed, he looked ready to listen, and to do almost anything.

"This is so stupid but —"

"Tell me."

"I'm really sorry to bothe—"

"It's ok, just tell me."

"I had a nightmare please don't laugh at me."

He wordlessly lifted the duvet and patted the bed for her to lie down.

She got in quickly and, before she could think of whether it was the smart thing to do, snuggled up into his body, her face at his neck and knees brushing against his stomach. She had enough control to keep her arms folded to her chest and didn't grab onto him, although she wanted to. Her heart was still beating powerfully away, her ribs and neck pulsing with its rhythm, her breath near panting.

"Thank you. I'm so sorry I woke you up."

"It's ok." he shushed her, one heavy arm going up to tuck her in then staying curled around her, braced against her back on top of the covers.

"This never happened before." she whispered apologetically. "I think I'll be fine in… a few minutes."

"Get the adrenaline out of your body, I know."

She paused and wondered if she should ask, then decided. "You get like this too?"

"Night terrors? Yeah, used to have them a while."

"I don't think it's a night terror… Not really."

"Good." he breathed into her hair, a touch away from a kiss.

It made sense why he'd be so sympathetic. He probably understood what she was going through better than she did, and suddenly she was filled with pity at the thought of him going through that alone — that and even worse, which was unimaginable. She snuggled in just slightly closer, but this time it was not for her own sake, and she regretted, with the strength of real guilt, that she did not know him sooner, that she couldn't be there for him when he needed someone —

"H-how did you get over yours?"

— if, in fact, he didn't have someone already.

"Slowly."

She sighed and rubbed her knuckles against his chest, the closest thing to a caress she could manage, and all around her she felt him freeze for a second in an intake of breath.

"M-must've been some nightmare." to get you to cuddle with me, he left unsaid. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." she sighed. "I already forgot it. But this fear, it's not going away…"

"It's quite something, isn't it." Bucky softly said, the arm around her back moving slightly to brush a thumb over her shoulder in slow, caressing motions.

She burrowed deeper into his chest, feeling surrounded by his warmth as his chin rested lightly on top of her head, both of them melting into the pillows. Slowly, her fear left her, and she became aware of the scent of him burning her up from the inside, sharp and spicy and just a bit sweet, and how she could just about hear his heartbeat, and his breathing, and how she had never seen that much of his naked skin before — though she barely could at all in the dark.

His fingers started making circles over her shoulder, lazy and absentminded, and she had to bury the mournful thought that this was the first time she'd ever felt anything like it.

Bucky pulled her imperceptively closer, bit by bit as the tension left her, and soon the back of her curled hands fell to rest against his chest, her knuckles pressed against a naked patch of skin. She felt him inhale sharply at the contact, and underneath his sheets she too trembled at the quiet tenderness.

"Don't worry, doll." he breathed into her hair. "I'll keep you safe."

She must have dozed off at some point. She became aware of Bucky's hand now hung around her hip, her own arm flung around what measure of him she could reach. Her head was resting on his broad chest and one leg was curled on top of his underneath the blankets. He seemed sound asleep, breathing softly beneath her, head tilted toward her as the faintest sliver of morning light shone through the curtains.

Without moving her head much, she looked up at his face. Bucky seemed more grim asleep than he did awake, his delicately drawn mouth resting in a frown, his brows low and with a hint of tension, his unshaven cheeks scruffy and dark. He must've put on a bit of a show to seem cheerful in front of her, when he did…

She let her eyes lick across his figure, down his thick neck, the stretch of tough skin, and the chest with the hint of hair peeking from underneath the tank top. She breathed in the warm scent of him and suddenly the feeling of his arm gripping her waist, even in the gentleness of sleep, was overwhelming.

There was too much of him, too close, too trusting, too intimate, so wide open just for her, and the inescapable hint of his affection distressed her: with how impossible it was, with how demanding it promised to be.

Slowly, she lifted her cheek off his chest and slinked away, his hot hand scraping across her figure as she went and stepped backwards onto the floor, trying to move the bed as little as possible. She looked at the watch on the bedside table: 4:55 AM.

Tip-toeing away, she left his room and closed the door with the faintest click she could manage.

Bucky opened his eyes to find his bed empty, the room quiet and just light enough for shadows to stretch across the length of it. It was just like every other morning but somehow, through her presence the night before, she'd taken something away. It's not like he'd hoped to wake up to her in his arms. Of course not. That would be silly.

His hand moved over the sheets: cold. She probably left as soon as he fell asleep. It was amazing enough that she had come at all, but then again he had an idea of how her nightmare made her feel; if hers were anything like his, she'd have gone to just about anyone. Even… Don't finish that thought.

He turned in bed, his back to where she'd been, facing the windows and the balcony glass doors beyond which the crowns of far trees swung in the morning air, big and beflowered and brimming with birds. It was, in every other way, a beautiful morning.

And things were so close to being perfect. He had her there, he'd held her in his arms, he'd been given the chance to be good to her, and wanted, and there when she needed him, and over it all hung the cloud of wonder at what a rare person he had found in her. Yes, she was a bit sullen sometimes and unassuming, but he realised those things were what he liked so much about her, that opening to being cared for so precisely shaped for what he had to give.

She wasn’t like the women he remembered from before; she didn’t try to make herself seem softer or sharper or more cheerful than she was, with a carefully curled mane of hair or an impossibly fertile figure, nor was her every gesture an invitation to flirt. She was dull and tender by comparison, a little sensitive and a bit sad, like a girl that never grew up but who, with so small a twist, might suddenly become beautiful.

When he pushed aside his guilts and longings, Bucky was grateful for all those little faults she had. He knew that if she poured her energies into seduction, she could be terrifying and irresistible. So he decided that he liked her distant and sullen and shy, even if it kept her from him. If anything, it only made him like her more, long for her more, want her for his own flawed self; take his pity, that her pride couldn't stand, and turn it into the most dedicated caring.

But he wondered was was wrong with her — what was wrong with him for her. She could hardly stand more than a few seconds' touch from him, like a raw nerve. Did she just not like the way he looked, or walked? Or the things he said, or how he treated her, or talked? Was it the arm? Was it his age? Was it who he was?

All of these were plausible, but somehow it felt like he was missing something. She wasn't just indifferent, she was so deliberately distant it almost seemed calculated. And she didn't just decide to avoid him, he realised: she did it instinctively. Her body reacted first, and she followed. At the periphery of these unhappy thoughts was the pitying realisation that she'd had practice.

Bucky wasn't heartbroken by her tacit rejections, of course not, he wasn't that far gone yet (but there was no way his was the first heart she'd broken).

He thought back to how she was around other men. Charming, more cheerful, joking and flirty but still, in the end, distant. All the teasing jokes distracted from her, all deep conversations distracted from her, all heartfelt consolations distracted from her, every incline of her body faced away.

After only a few minutes, Bucky relented and turned, burying his face into the pillow she'd slept on. It actually still smelled faintly of her hair. It was so specific to her and so comforting, her perfume mixed with something sweet and cloying and just a touch salty, it made his mouth water and his loins burn.

He rolled onto his back, lifted the sheets off his body, and looking down he noticed the state of himself.

"Down, boy." he sighed. "She's not here anymore."

Bucky rolled out of bed and got ready for his morning push-ups. They always made him feel better… Maybe he could add another couple hundred today.

[danielxricciardo]

Prompts

1. "Hi, my ex just walked in. Would you hold my hand please?"

2. "I didn't expect to see you here."

3. "Have you seen this dog?"

4. “That mouth of yours, does it ever stop making noise”

5. “Seven minutes in heaven is for virgin teenagers”

6. “Slam that door one more time and I’ll shove my foot straight up your cute ass”

7. “Jesus! Knock next time would you”

8. “You have money go and get yourself a hoodie that’s not mine”

9. "I hate roses, I thought you knew"

10. "Do you think I am an angel? Ha"

11. "I wanted to sleep but someone decided to die"

12. "I can kill you right now, what are you talking about?"

13. "Hi, I am lost, can you come after me?"

14. "When I first saw you I wanted to date your best friend"

15. "I am so funny and you are just jealous"

16. "If I have to choose... no"

17. "Stop breathing like that!"

18. "I just did my nails"

19. "I'm the best driver în the world"

20. "Will you marry me?" "No"

21. "I think I broke my arm" "So?"

22. "I think I love you" "Thanks"

23. "My arms are lonely, don't you think?"

24. "Apparently we are dating"

25. “Well it’s kind of hard to move when you’re sitting on my lap”

26. "Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?"

27. "If we elope, you think they'll kill us?"

28. "This is yours"

29. "You can’t just kiss me, laugh and then walk away."

30. "Are you using ass as a pillow?"

31." I find your lack of faith disturbing."

32. "And I took it personally"

33. "In here I am the boss"

34. "Oh, bite me!" "Where?"

35. "What will you do if we break up?"

36. "Where is my T-shit?"

37. "This is no time for sarcastic comments."  "There is always time for sarcastic comments."

38. "I’ll keep quiet, you won’t even know I’m here."

39. "The way you flirt is just awful"

40. "Don’t be fooled. I’m the epitome of mess."

41. " If you are on TV should I congratulate you?"

42. "And this, is why we can’t have nice things."

43. "That's what he said"

44. "I am scared of your boss"

45. "You should know, a lot of girls have a crush on me"

46. "Everyone is afraid of you"

47. "If I'm watching that movie one more time I'll lose my fucking mind!"

48. "I thought being on vacation will be stress free"

49. "My parents don't trust you"

50. "I don't think I should give my last name so easily"

51. “I really wish I could unsee that.”

52. “Who would’ve guessed we’d be sharing a room.”

53. “I feel like you have an unhealthy obsession with me.”

54. “Nah he’s fine, it’s the other one you really got to watch out for.”

55. “I have a suggestion.” “I’m not taking my clothes off so forget it.”

56. “You’re the genius, why don’t you tell me?”

57. “Have I ever told you your accent makes me swoon?” “Really?” “No.” He/she smiles. “ that’s why I’ve never told you.”

58. “I’m alive? How am I still alive?”

59. “You’re crazy! I love it!”

60. “Never have I ever is about to get a lot more interesting.”

61. “What did they do?” “Dude. They did the do.”

62. "You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!"

63. "Well this is awkward."

64. "Im too sober for this."

65. "Im pregnant." "Wall done, Virgin Mary!"

66. " I want to protect you."

67. "Kill that spider and maybe I'll forgive you"

68. "I have no one to go to the wedding"

69. "Don’t you dare touch _______!"

70. "I thought you were dead!"

71. "This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in."

72. "Take care of you, please"

73. "If your best friend single?"

74. "Just remember, if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English."

75. "Why does everyone assume we're a couple?"

76. "Im craving something sweet" "Are you pregnant or something?"

77. " What is the magic word?" "I'll kill you în your sleep"

78. "When I see you my knees get weak"

79. "Finally you're single. Can I take you on a date?"

80. " So, I guess you don’t do after hours?"

81. "I know what I'm doing, I've watched two whole seasons of Grey's Anatomy."

82. "I can't believe I'm stuck here with you right now."

83. "Okay, this did not go as I planned it in the shower."

84. "I'm not going to sit around and watch you destroy yourself."

85. "You were my best friend"

86. "You did what?"

87. "Can you just pretend to love me for a second!"

88. "You are enough"

89. "Take the shirt off"

90. "Your nickname is bitch"

91. "What do you want to watch?" "You"

92. "How could you ask me that?"

93. "Your mouth does this thing and I can't resist it"

94. "Are you allowed to drink?"

95. "I said Im done, leave me alone!"

96. "Don’t raise your fucking voice at me”

97. “Yeah, I remember the drill”

98. “Tell me again, slowly this time, why that dog is in my bed.”

99. “Gave you so much, but it wasn’t enough.”

100. “You and me, we were destined to fall apart.”

101. “No, you don’t know who you are until somebody breaks your heart.”

102. “I want to tell you everything. The words I never got to say the first time around.”

103. “It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all.”

Song lyrics prompts

1. “It’s the little things about us, that I love so much.”

2. “Last night I told you I loved you // woke up blamed it on the vodka”

3. “It’s a better place since you came along”

4. “You make me love the things I hate  “

5. Just a paper sheet and half a cigarette are left in my hand

6. Your faith walks on broken glass

7. "And can you teach me how to dance real slow?"

8. "I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe"

9. "One night, you won't forget the rest of your life"

10. "We only said goodbye with words"

11. "I'll try to give you love until the day you drop"

12. "I like the pretty boys with the bow tie"

13. "Lets get drunk forget what we did"

14. Your kisses lift me higher

15. When you're ready we can share the wine

16. "And if you don't love me now you will never love me again"

17. "Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?"

18. "When there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove"

19. She's the kind of girl who only asks you over when its raining, just to make you lie there catching water dripping from the ceiling.

20. Now I understand, you're a human, and you got to lie, you're a man

21. The good and the bad times: we've been through them all.

22. Now I ain't educated but I sure ain't stupid

23. I grew up in the shoes they told me I could fill

24. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep

25. A lover would just complicate my plans

26. And in the morning, i’ll be with you, but it will be a different kind

27. My heart is yours, it’s you that i hold on to

28. And with one kiss, you inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years

29. I let go of my claim on you, it’s a free world

30. I’m in my bed, and you’re not here and there’s no one to blame, but the drink in my wandering hands

31. Cause you gave me peace and i wasted it, I’m here to admit that you were my medicine

32. Oh, dear diary, i met a boy, he made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart, welcome to the life of electra heart

33. For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind

34. Is it really me you're missing?

35. Remember that night?

36. How many times can I break till I shatter?

37. As long as I breathe, I’ll call you my home

38. "You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest."

39. "When we scream our lips don't make a sound."

40. "Please don't let me sink, wrap your arms around me and carry me home."

41. "This hasn't torn us apart so nothing ever will."

42. "A long time ago we believed that we were united."

43. "I miss the person that you were but I don't miss you."

44. "If home is where the heart is, why do I feel so fucking heartless?"

45. "I can't live, I can't breathe with or without you just go away."

46. "I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid I'll survive and have to watch you suffer."

47. "I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away."

48. "I'm not like you I just fuck up."

49. "All because of you I believe in angels, not the kind with wings, no not the kind with halos. The kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place."

50. "I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again."

51. “I wish people liked me more.”

52. “How could I ever love someone else?”

53. “I guess you’re getting everything you want.”

54. “She probably gives you butterflies.”

55. “I hope that you’re okay.”

56. “I defended you to all my friends.”

57. “I never cared about what they say, only care about me and you” 

58. “Either way i’m gonna lose, so i’m just gonna keep on loving you”

59. “You know i’m bad at communication, it’s the hardest thing for me to do”

60. “Iwas your lover, i was your friend, now I’m only just someone you call when it’s late enough to forget”

61. “It’s fucked up but it’s true that i love you like i do”

62. “Well we both had nights waking up in strangers beds but i don’t wanna, don't wanna, i don’t wanna give up yet”

63. “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow.”

64. “I’m begging for you to take my hand.”

65. “I can’t make it go away by making you the villain.”

66. “He feels like home.”

67. “I’d be breaking all my rules to see you.”

68. “But I know you’re not scared of anything at all.”

69. “When can I come back?”

70. “I’m ready to owe you anything”

71. “I’ll always look best in your head”

72. “I know you know it’s wrong, but I’m ready”

73. “All I ever want is breaking me apart.”

74. “Let's talk sweetly like all our love is false.”

75. “You put a fire in my heart, painted blood on my stars, gave me faith.”

76. “I wanna meet your girlfriend, she sounds nice.”

77. “How is kissing me so wrong?“

78. “Can’t you see that I’m already yours?”

79. “I’ve been losing track of the romantic sh*t I’m tryna say but basically I love you"

80. “I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips, I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath”

81. “I apologize for all your tears, I wish I could be different but I’m still growing up into the one you can call your love” 

82. “I’m out of my head, of my heart, of my mind cause you can run but you can’t hide, I’m gonna make you mine”

83. "I never loved someone the way that I love you"

84. "It's the way that you know what I thought I knew, it's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you"

85. "I hope she gettin' better sex, hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe"

86. “I know we’re young and people change and we may never feel the same”

87. “I can’t change the world, but maybe I’ll change your mind”

88. "You don't own me. Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay."

89. "Leave everything that is worth a single cent and just take me instead."

90. "And then I got you off your knees, put you right back on your feet, just so you can take advantage of me."

91. "Hey, I can't let you go with nobody. Cause I love you, baby."

92. "Tell me that it wasn't my fault and that I was enough for you."

93. "We were good at faking forever, I get it, whatever."

94. "Cause you had your chance and you blew it. Yeah, you ripped it up and you chewed it."

95. "Well, I'm too busy for your business. Go find a girl who wants to listen."

96. "Stop looking at me with those eyes, like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why."

97. "Oh, we could do whatever you want, but boy, don't go falling in love, you can't stay with me, all you'll ever have is one day with me"

98. "I pray the medication slow me down, but that shit doesn't work when you're around"

99. "Told her that I loved her once and now she'd kill for me"

100. "What the tell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends"

Who I write for

Formula 1

Daniel Ricciardo

Lewis Hamilton

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Esteban Ocon

Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris

Lance Stroll

Sebastian Vettel

Mick Schumacher

Pierre Gasly

George Russel

Football

Erling Haaland

Jadon Sancho

Giovanni Reyna

Jude Bellingham

Julian Brandt

Marco Reus

Roman Bürki

Emre Can

Mats Hummels

Leon Goretzka

Joshua Kimmich

Kai Havertz

Mason Mount

Christian Pulisici

Ben Chilwell

Gerard Pique 

João Félix

Ianis Hagi

Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Virgil van Dijk

Jens Petter Hauge

Martin Ødegaard

Alexander Sørloth

[archiepudding]

Confession | Dom!Dabi x Reader [Part 2]

Pairing: Dom!Dabi x Fem!Reader (Minors do not interact!)

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, slapping, quirk play, small amounts of sadism, dubcon, angst, PANIC ATTACK

Notes: Your quirk is telepathy. Anything written in ‘bold and italic’ is the character’s thoughts.

Summary: Following one of your shifts at the bar, you end up facing a little trouble. Who knew Dabi was the sentimental type.

Part 1

01:30 PM                        04th August 

The lights were bright as they illuminated the coffee shop, the smell of freshly ground coffee invaded your nostrils. A figure moved forward, their pale skin glistening under the light. “Black coffee, please.” You tried to focus on your current order, but it’s very hard when everything else is a lot more interesting, I guess it’s good that it doesn’t require too much brain capacity. As you stand at the counter, wondering if there was more to life than you had experienced, you realised the slave you were in the cog of society.  

Only 3 more hours until you can go home, then you can kick your feet up and watch some Netflix, you thought to yourself. A buzz causes your head to shoot over to the other side of the counter. The screen lit up on your phone, causing your jaw to clench. It had been a few months since that night. You couldn’t face him now. Maybe a week, but 3 months...  

‘No, you can’t phone him now! I mean he’s still trying so maybe he wouldn’t be mad... who am I kidding, I’d murder me if I had been ignored for this long. You’re so stupid!’ you scorned yourself. 

Zoned out on your phone, you were jolted back into reality by your boss “I don’t pay you to stand there on your phone!” Your eyes rolled as you put your phone back under the counter. 

“Sorry sir! Won’t happen again!” From his expression you made sure to tread carefully the rest of your shift.  

  04:45 PM                      04th August 

Leaving the staff room, you threw your bag over your shoulder, your hand slipped into your coat pocket and checked your phone - 04:45PM. You put your phone back into your pocket and headed out the cafe. 

Sunlight reflected off the white building surrounding you. The summer afternoon heat hitting you in the face. The sea of humanity that you were met with forced you to bottle the claustrophobia you felt building inside you. The scent of over-applied perfumes mixed with body odour spun around you until a stranger brought the unwelcomed smell you were ever so familiar with: putrid sweat, mixed with stale beer and burnt tobacco plagued your senses. Everything in front of you seemed to carrying on moving as your feet became heavy. You felt the panic grow within you as your heart pounded against your chest. Your hands shook. Your whole body tingled as you tried to hide the sweat dripping from your forehead. 

“Are you alright, miss?” 

In seconds you were huddled on the floor, the crowd of people you had now acclaimed only added insult to injury. You prayed as you attempted to to slow your breathing, but you only seemed to be able to gasp in this moment. The world around you was spinning as you covered your ears, trying to make everything slow down. You felt sick. 

“Is she ok?” 

“Do we need to call someone?” 

“I think she’s having a panic attack!” 

Your vision is blurred as someone was now in front of you. Their words attempted to reach you but only bounced off the racket already forcing its way into your head. Your fingers were white-knuckled as they clung onto your hair. Please stop.  

“Hey! Can you hear me? Hey, just breathe... here follow me. In.... and out.... in.... and out....” It took you a few minutes to adjust and see a gentleman crouched in front of you. He repeats himself, as he guided you through his instructions.  

“I can’t... breathe.” your breaths fell short, your hand now clutching at your chest.  

“EVERYONE BACK OFF. KEEP ON MOVING SHE’LL BE FINE!” the man watched as you rocked back and forth, on the pavement. The crowd dispersing back into their normal routines. 

Your chest loosens, not fully but enough to allow you to regain more control of your breathing. You tried to regain your composure. As you pushed yourself from the floor your legs begged you to return to your former position. Your eyes were bloodshot as you realised your face was wet from crying. The embarrassment you felt was immense, as you kept your head bowed. Your eyes not leaving your feet. 

“T-thank you, sir. I’ll be fine now. Thank you again.” 

“You don’t have to thank me. Are you sure you will be ok?” 

 “Yes, I don’t live far. I’ll be ok.” 

“Well stay safe.” You heard him yell behind you as you scurried as fast as you could back to your apartment.  

 6:55 PM                         04th August 

You laid on the bed and listened to the sound of rain drumming on your balcony, the warmth of your blanket surrounded you. You felt safe. The view from your bed side was dim, but even in the low light the the way the streets lights flickered in between each rain drop brought a light smile to your face. Heavy pours washing away the sins of the city, as you lay hidden in your room. With your head laid against your pillow, a wave of relaxation flows through you, but to your dismay the sound of the door broke you out of your reverie. You check the alarm clock by your bed and notice it’s pretty late for someone to be visiting out of the blue. A gentle breeze brushed over your bare legs as you crawled off your warm bed, a knee-length, laced nighty being your only form of barrier against the chill. You trudged to your front door, your body stumbling through your flat. Without even looking through the peephole you open the door, only for your heart to hitch in your chest, your eyes widening as every part of you seems to go on pause. 

“You going to let me in?” Turquoise eyes met yours. 

A cold sweat brushed over you as you step to the side, Dabi making his way into your apartment. He seemed to be taking every inch of the place in, his attention finally landing on your living room windows. A few dark clouds lingered in the evening sky as a few scraggly trees waved in the breeze. You sat down at your dining table, puzzled by your former friends' actions. You crossed your legs and tapped your fingers on the table, to stop the silence that covered the room. 

“The weather took a turn today, huh?” he attempted to keep things light but it was all in vain. 

“What are you doing here Dabi?” You spat. 

“There wasn’t any way of getting a hold of you, so I thought you couldn’t ignore me if I turned up in person.” 

“Okay... well what do you want?” 

“I just wanted to check you were ok? The last time I saw you, you were bruised and now all of a sudden you’ve just kept ignoring me...” You remained quiet, as you waited for him to finish his sentence, but instead a heavy silence settled in the room, both your eyes shifted on different objects to avoid catching the others glance. You couldn’t take it anymore, focusing your mind you chose to invade his thoughts. 

‘Fuck you’re making this awkward. What is wrong with you. Just say it you sack of shit! You’ve fucking gone over it enough times.... just say it!’ 

“Just say what?”  

“Get out of my fucking head!” 

“Get out my house then!” 

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” 

“Because I don’t want you here!” After processing what you had just said to him, your hand instinctively covers mouth. Your eyes pleaded for forgiveness. 

“Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that. I just have a lot going on right now. I just can’t keep reliving that night... just walking home from work today, I had a fucking panic attack on the street because I could smell HIM. I- I heard them die... The smell of their burning bodies haunts me, Dabi. It’s just too much.”   

“Do you blame me?” 

“What? No, if anything I blame myself. You were right, if I had just met with you after my shift, that night would of never of happened...” irritation bubbled inside you. You left your seat and joined Dabi in the conjoining living room. 

“So, you regret what happened with us?” 

“I didn’t say that...” 

He took a step closer to you. He had never been one to follow the romance novels, movies or anything of that sort, it made him shudder at the prospect. This, on the other hand, almost felt natural for him. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t keep away from you. Why you were all he had thought about day and night since the last time you were together. 

He moved closer. 

“You want to know why I’m here Y/N?” You expected his voice to be bitter, but it was quite the opposite. The words softly-spoken, almost heartfelt. “because I don’t know how I could have been so stupid, because I don’t know how I ever let you go that night. The thought of another man touching you in that way.” He let out a low laugh. “I could have burned the lot of them.” 

You couldn’t speak. There was so much you wanted to say to him, but you couldn’t find the words. 

“You are all I can think about,” he continued, “the way you laugh at my ridiculous jokes, and how you stand up to me and not caring about the repercussions, you make me feel alive.” 

“Dabi... don’t...” you whimpered; his eyes bored into yours. “I don’t... I don’t think it would be a good idea...”. The words you spoke cut him deep, everything fell on this moment, he couldn’t let you go again. 

He took another step towards you. 

“Is that what you want?” He was so close he could feel your breath on his cheek. He didn’t know how he never realised it before now. He didn’t want to live without you, you were the only thing left in this world that he deemed worth living for. It was always you. 

“Please don’t make this any harder.” Your eyes seemed saddened; your voice soft as it was filled with defeat. His body moved away; all the nervousness you were feeling suddenly ran away as the space grew between you both.  

“You’re right,” in this moment he had never been so glad that he couldn��t cry, his fists clenched, “this was a mistake.”  

“No! Dabi wait-” 

“No, it’s fine Y/N. You’ve made your feelings perfectly clear.” his stare was venomous, you had never seen him turn on you like this before, your words caught in your throat. He threw the door open, the hinges almost tearing off the wall as he stormed out. You shuddered as the door slammed shut, the walls of your apartment shaking as the force could be heard through your apartment complex.

Did I make the right choice, you thought? For years you knew there was a mutual attraction, and after that night your suspicions were confirmed, but you never thought it could be anything more. Your knees felt weak as they began to buckle underneath you. Had you really been that oblivious? After thinking back on your time together your stomach drops as you begin to realise that if you weren’t so caught up in your own mess this whole time, you would have realised how miserable you had been without him. Plagued with the thought of his reaction when something funny would come up only for your mood to suddenly sink when you remembered he wasn’t there. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you, caressing your sides were the only thing that soothed you as you tried to get to sleep. Each time your mind wandered; you would think back to when you were so close you could feel your heart attempting to escape. Then it dawned on you. 

Your lungs burnt as you ran down the stairs of your apartment building, cursing the bastard that didn’t wait for you at the elevator. Your footsteps echoed through the stairwell as each level number became a blurred glimpse in your peripheral. At the bottom you raced to the end of the hall, your body forcing the door open as you stumbled into the street.   

“DABI!” Your voice shattered the serenity of the night. 

His body froze. The pain behind your voice was something he could share. “Don’t go...” You were now stood a meter away from him, even with his back to you, you couldn’t look at him. The weight of your body shifted between your bare feet. When he turned to face you, his expression was harsh. 

“Don’t mess me around Y/N!” 

“I’m not messing you around! You come over and basically confess all these things to me and just expect me to have an answer?” A fierce scowl was reserved on your face as you glanced away, trying to contain your emotions. “For 3 months I’ve been trying to process what happened to me, to try and get my fucking head sorted.” Your eyes returned to his, now filled with tears. “I don’t know where I am in my life at all, but after tonight... after watching you leave... I realised that you are the one thing in my life that is clear and it has been hell not talking to you. I just want you to know that, I’m sorry.”  

You had never experienced a moment in your life when time stopped before. A split-second where you felt like you were in a world of your own. For Dabi, he knew everything had changed. All he could focus on was the way your hair draped over your cheekbones, a slow drop of rain trailed down your nose, leading his focus to your plumped lips. He moved closer. 

Your hand brushed across his, your fingers intertwined with one another. He took another step closer. Your head began to spin thinking of all the possibilities, but not realising you are fighting a losing battle as you try to shake off your thoughts. 

You took a step towards him. As you gazed into his eyes you weren’t sure who made the first move, but your lips were now locked together. All your senses were heightened, but only for him, the way his lips felt against yours and the way his hand caressed the back of your neck, pulling you closer into his touch was intoxicating. 

“I’m sorry...” you were hesitant with your words, “I just didn’t want to hurt you.”  Dabi paused, as your heart sank awaiting his reply. Eyebrows furrowed; a smirk draw across his face. “I’m willing to take the risk.” His embrace soothed you as you continued where you left off, making your way back to your apartment. 

You fumbled with your door, Dabi’s head nuzzled into the side of neck as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. 

“Hurry up and open the door...” He pleaded. 

“Are you always this eager?”  

“Only for you.” You felt his lips pull into a smirk. You continued to try and unlock the door, but each kiss made you weak at the knees. Growing impatient, Dabi snatched your keys from your hand, swiftly unlocking the door before he kicked it open, cursing under his breath as he threw you in. Closing the door behind him, it took him all but a second to reconnect with your lips, his hand clasped around your throat. “I’m never going to let you go...” His voice sent shivers down your spine. You leaned into his lips; your arms wrapped around his neck as your fingers trailed through his hair. You felt the heat of his fingertips as small burn marks appeared on your lower back. Dabi tugged at the bottom of your night dress before pushing it upwards, revealing your naked body. Your cheeks blushed as you felt embarrassed before you covered your chest.  

“Don’t, you’re beautiful.” Although his words were sweet, his tone was that of someone in control. His hands roamed your body, he made you feel a way no one ever has. Teeth marks lay on your skin as he loved the way you sounded when you screamed, not knowing if it from pleasure or pain. It gave you strange pleasure knowing he was enjoying it as much as you. Bare skin stood in front of him as you felt him move towards your core and a hand slipped in between your legs. You let out a giggle as your pants are slid down your thighs and fell to the floor. Dabi hooked your right leg over his arm giving himself a better angle as two fingers lightly played with your folds, their tips breached your opening. 

“Glad to know someone’s excited.” His smile became mischievous. Both your hands around his neck to balance yourself. 

“I could say the same!” Your left leg stood in between his as you felt that his member had certainly matched your excitement. His lips found yours again as your tongues moved with one another, the ecstasy almost too much for you to contain. The build-up going from sweet to desperate, you both parted your bodies, his shirt being removed in the process. He pinned you against the wall. Teeth bit down on your bottom lip as you gave into the lust. His thumb brushed over your clit.   

“Oh, god!” You exclaimed. 

“I prefer, Dabi. But I guess I’ll accept the name change in this moment.” 

“If I wasn’t in such an awkward position right now, I’d beat the shit out of y-” You were cut short as he added another digit inside you. Your knees began to buckle as his grip tightened around your waist, your faces inches apart.  

“I’d like to see you try...” His tone was daring but his eyes said otherwise. As though he was establishing dominance, he dropped your leg, his free hand taking your wrist before leading you to your bedroom.  

“Get on the bed.” 

You folded your arms. Scowling with a pout, you kept your feet firmly by the bedroom door, Dabi now situated next to your bedside.  

“Seriously?” He questioned. You remained silent; your previous action unchanged. 

“Aww. Is someone annoyed?” You taunt as though you are talking to a child. He burst out laughing, his voice becoming menacing. “If you want to act like a brat,” he sauntered towards you, forcefully pushing you to your knees, “then I’ll treat you like one!” 

The sound of his zip sent a pulsation of sensual gratification through your body. You stare at him in anticipation. His abdominals caught your attention as your lips trailed wet kisses down to the brim of his boxers. Dabi shuddered under your touch, his thighs clenching. You reached for his waistband and pull down his underwear, his member sprung free. Your lips wrapped around him; a gentle suck caused his hips to move forward. He locked onto your gaze, your tongue flicking over his tip, raising your eyebrows with satisfaction. He wanted more. Spit dribble down his shaft as your hand assisted with slow motions. Low grunts now interrupted the silence. Dabi’s hand snaked through your hair as he helped your head bob up and down, his hand becoming more forceful with each stroke. A gag erupted as you took him all into your mouth, tears streaming down your face. Dabi looked down at you, your red and messy face making him hornier. 

“Now get on the bed and don’t make me ask again!” He demanded. 

You climbed onto it, positioning yourself in the middle but you were startled when you were flipped onto your back, Dabi forcibly pulling your legs apart and dragging you to the edge of the bed. Heat rose at your core as you watch him drag his tongue up your thigh and towards your pussy. You grinded against his face as his tongue worked in many different ways, devouring you. A knot began to build in your stomach. 

“I’m gunna cum!” A euphoric blur washed over you as you began to tremble. Dabi slipped a couple of fingers into you as you writhed in front of him. 

“Good girl.” He praised, crawling onto the bed. “Now we don’t want to get this dirty, do we?” He said as he removed your night gown, throwing it in the corner of the room. He positioned himself on top of you and teased your entrance. “Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded. He slowly began to thrust inside of you. You tried to relax under his movement as you felt yourself clench around him; his hand soothed you as it caressed your sides. His body trapped you against the bed and his lips moved down your jawline. Sucking your skin, he left small bruises in their place. You threw your head back, letting out deep breaths each time he thrusted. He fell to his elbows as he let out a low growl. 

“I... I love you...” The silence that surrounded you was almost deafening, hadn’t it been for the slamming of naked skin and the irritating squeak of your bed. The realisation of what he said out loud made his face heat up as the tip of his nose sported a deep blush.  

‘Oh god, oh god, oh god. She thinks I’m weird. Why would you say that?’ 

A wave of confidence hit you as you pushed him to your left. You clambered to your knees, swinging a leg over him, guiding him back inside you, you straddled his cock. 

“I love you too.” 

Dabi grinded against you. Your words were breathless as you bounced on top of him, his hand playing with your clit as the other left a stinging sensation on your behind. 

“Fuck, Y/N. That’s it, show me how much you want my cock.” He thrusted harder as he could feel himself coming to the end. Your legs began to burn, slowing the pace. Before you could do anything, you were back on your back, Dabi on top once again. His hand pressed deeply around you throat as he thrusted harder into you. You tried to cry out in pleasure but they only came out as breathless gasps, your face turning a deep shade of red. He continued pounding you for a few more seconds before releasing his grasp, your lungs aching from the lack of air. Dabi’s mind began to spin as started to cum. His moans muffled as you pulled him into you, your tongues yet again fighting for dominance. His body became limp as half on top of you, his face resting upon your chest and his arm draped across your stomach. You both laid there for a while, your breaths shallow from the well need exercise you just partook in.  

“Did you mean it?” Dabi’s face looked up at you, his voice softer than usual. 

“Mean what?” You asked. 

“That you love me?” 

A small laugh escaped you, your arm drawing circles on his back. “I think in a strange way... I always have.” He tightened his arm around you, pulling you into him, your back now pressed against his chest. A light kiss graced your shoulder before he responded. “I’m glad to hear that.” Shortly after, you both fell asleep in each other arms. 

[unpaidoscorpintern]

I'll tell you my sins (you can sharpen your knife)

pairing: Harry Osborn (Kindred)/Mary Jane Watson; a hint of Harry Osborn (Kindred)/Peter Parker (Spider-man)

rating: 18+

words: 2400

content warning: exhibitionism, voyeurism, creepy crawlies acting like tentacles for a hot minute, teratophilia since Kindred is a demonic entity

summary: Kindred serves Spider-man his just desserts; or, a p0rn parody of The Amazing Spider-Man #55

disclaimer: The following story was written before the publication of The Amazing Spider-Man #73

Memories are for photo albums. They're impressions on the back of our retinas, polaroids developed in the darkest corners of our minds. Turn on the light and they're forever tainted, a splash of color and a smudge of sentiment. You can't trust memories. Scars, on the other hand? Scars never lie.

I've collected more than a few in my time. That’s why my knees never really looked the same after my first bike ride. Dad was there until he wasn't. You see, he thought that letting go of the bike, letting go of his own son, would break me at first, then thicken my skin. But skin never heals back quite the same way, does it, Pete?

"Did you meet any famous dead people in that hellhole you crawled out of, Har? You know, like Dr. Freud?"

"Easy, Tiger." I can hear Mary Jane hissing beside me, towards you, across the table, through cobweb and candlelight. "Play nice."

"I'm done playing, MJ," you spit, through bloody teeth and dried tears. "There's pieces of my brain still splattered on that far wall over there from our earlier game. I'm done playing his fucking games."

Games? There's no playing at the dinner table, kids. Now, where was I?

"You were just about to let her go." You speak up again, desperation drowning out your ire. "Let them all go. It's me you have unfinished business with, or whatever the dead want outta the living."

Jealous, Pete? I must say, it’s a good look for you. But don't you worry, ol' buddy. I'm not done with you yet. Though Mary Jane and I do have something - what did you call it again? Ah, yes. Unfinished business. I'll get back to you as soon as I-

Is that...is that laughter I hear? Hallow and heaving, it still bounces off these old mausoleum walls, echoing in my ears and scrapping at an old scab. An old scar. What's so funny, huh? You mind sharing with the rest of the table?

"You, ol' buddy. I mean, I shouldn't be surprised since you're one of the only people who made me laugh when I wanted nothing more than to slit my own throat, but, still. Is this about what happened back at ESU? Is this about MJ breaking up with you?"

It's about you, Pete. About the choices you made. Every single one - from coming between Mary Jane and me to hiding my father's issues from his son - were all the wrong ones. If you had chosen otherwise, if you had been any less selfish, Gwen - I can see a blond head bobbing, but I'm talking about my Gwen - well, she wouldn’t be-

"Fuck you, Harry!"

Ah, there it is! Anger looks even better on you, Pete!

"You think I haven't spent every day blaming myself for what happened that night? You think I don't go over my own choices over and over again, questioning every decision I ever made to figure out which domino fell first?"

Yet again, there's nothing that doesn't look good on you, Pete. Why don't you try some responsibility for a change?

"Responsibility? You want to talk about responsibility? You're the one who's dangling the life of the woman I love right in front of me-"

Mary Jane opens her mouth, her sweet breath a summer breeze through the still air. "Peter-"

You're boiling, spilling over. Tears and spit, blood and grime, and you still look good. I bet you could even make maggots look good.

"And you want to act like you're better than me? Look at yourself! You are your father's son! Daddy's little fucking monster-"

If I'm a monster, then it's because that's what you made me.

"Harry," Mary Jane jumps out of her seat, following your lead.

You had help, of course. My help. Every other itsy bitsy gets a hand, too. Well, a centipede. They all get to swing in the air one last time before they-

"Harry!"

Dinner's over, Pete. It's time for your just desserts.

"It's m-me you want, Har-"

When you're right, you're right. I want you to confess your sins.

"So let them-AH! Let them go."

Maybe a little knock on the head will jog your memory. How about another? Now? Confess. Confess your sin. The deadliest. Confess.

"Har-"

"He doesn't remember." Mary Jane, I can see your knees barely keeping themselves from bucking. Yet, here you are, standing between the ol' Pumpkin Eater and me. "Whatever it is that he did, whatever sin he has yet to confess to, he doesn't remember."

Oh, don't you worry your pretty little bottom lip! He will remember, if it's the last thing he'll do! I've got tens of legs to crawl all over him and an eternity to spare. Come the end of time, he will repent.

"How many times have you tried torturing a confession out of him? You should know that hurting him won't work."

What're you suggesting? I can hear the tamed tremor in your voice, the slight shudder running down your spine, the booming beating of your heart. Yet, here you are, approaching me, one steady step in front of the other.

"Hurting me, however-"

"MJ-"

Are you hearing this, Pete, or is the blood already leaking out of your ears?

"Hurting me, the woman he loves, that should do it, right?"

"MJ!"

I’ll take that as a yes. You heard everything, but do you understand what it means? Do you, Mary Jane, understand what this all means? Look at them! It’s hard, I know, but look at them! Look at what I’m doing to them! I’m squeezing the life out of them for now, but centipedes can sting, too. Did you know that? They’re venomous. I could fill them with poison, watch them trash about as it clogs their veins! Is this what you want for them? Is this what you want for yourself? I can see it in your eyes - your beautiful eyes - that you can’t stand the sight of them in pain. So, tell me, Mary Jane, what makes you think that I can stand the sight of you in pain?

“Then you haven’t forgotten-”

That night, on the bridge? Mary Jane, how could I forget?

“I was scared out of my mind, but you said something which calmed me down. Those same words gave me the strength to come here. You remember, don’t you, Harry? Harry, you said that you-”

I loved you, Mary Jane. I said that I loved you, that I’d never hurt you. How could you ask this of me? How could you ask me to take you in his place?

“Because you loved him, too. You loved Peter, and I’m willing to bet my life that you still do.”

It’s true, Pete. I loved you, but I got better. I saw you for who you were after closing my eyes for the last time. And I loved MJ, up until a breath ago. Up until she let out that little surprised gasp she let out. Relax, it’s just an earwig. Oh, but what’s that? Is that an earpiece? And was that Dad on the other line?

“Harry, listen-”

You listen, my dearest friend! I said nothing about you being allowed to bring a plus-one, and, even if I had, Norman Osborn is not welcome here! I won’t allow any party crashers and, just to make sure he won’t be sneaking past the guards, I’ll seal us all in!

“Oh, my God!”

There is no god here! With the only entrance having collapsed in on itself, there is no coming in. But there is no getting out either. Good news, Pete! I’ve decided to lay off you for a while! Take a breather, pal, while I take my time with-

“If you touch her, I swear to God-”

Didn’t you hear me the first time? Here, I’ll loosen up my grip on you, so blood can start rushing back to your ears! There we go! And, since you two insist on bringing up God, Mary Jane offered herself as a sacrificial lamb and I intend to take her up on that offer. Oh, where’s all that fire gone, MJ? Was that all just some bluff, an elaborate scheme, one of Dad’s convoluted plans? Come on, you said you couldn’t wait to play the martyr and we both know how good of an actress you are. Even with your knees knocking against each other, even with your fingers, fidgeting as they reach out to me, you’re still a star.

“You said that you loved me. That you’d never hurt me. So, please, Harry, don’t hurt Peter. It hurts me to see him like this.”

I do love you, and I won’t hurt you. But I don’t love him and made no such promises to him. You did make a promise to me as well, remember? If you recall my love, then you recall me hurting myself with it. And you said it yourself, Mary Jane: he loves you. So you’re going to keep your promise, and you’re going to hurt him. You chose him last time. So, this time, you’re going to choose-

“You.”

“If you fucking touch her-”

She’s the one touching me, ol’ buddy. Yes, her hands are hesitant as they clasp my coat, but she’s all over me. Oh, Mary Jane, is that the perfume I bought for you while we were dating? Did you get a whiff of it, Pete? You probably did! You probably smelt it on one of the shirts you borrowed from me. I shared everything with you, but you just had to have her, too, didn’t you?

“MJ, what are you doing? MJ?”

What are you doing, MJ? You’re driving him mad! Jealousy looks just as good on him as my Armani shirts! He’s thrashing as if poisoned by the pain of seeing us together. I think I’ll loosen up my hold so that he can lift his head and see what you’re doing to me. You’re struggling with the buttons, every last inch of you shivering, but there’s nothing waiting for you beneath. I’m nothing like I used to be. You, on the other hand, are just as beautiful as I remember. I’d rather see what you’re hiding underneath.

“What are you waiting for?” Are you seeing this? Pete, are you seeing this? She’s kissing me! It’s my maggot-infested, bandage-covered jaw - and she’s kissing it! Look at her, Pete! “Undress me.”

“No, no, no-”

If you feel a pair of legs, or ten, crawling up your own, it’s only because I’m holding you close. If you feel a chill run down your spine, it’s only because I’m squeezing you tight. And if you feel a chill running down your spine -well, that’s a multi-legged friend tearing down your dress.

“NO!”

Did you see that, Pete? That almost looked like a pleasant shiver running through her. She almost looked like she enjoyed the cold-blooded embrace. Do you like it, Mary Jane? Do you like it when I touch you like this? Well, I guess you always had a thing for creepy crawlers. I am sorry about the dress. Black looks good on you, but it looks better on this white mausoleum floor. Do you like it when I touch you like this, scraping at that sensitive spot at the back of your head with my crooked claws, wrapping myself around your thighs with tens and tens of little legs, around your middle, squeezing down on your hips?

“Yes.”

Did you hear that-

“MJ, why? Why? Why?”

Did you hear that, MJ?

“W-what?” The heat of your breath hit my senses, what was once my nose, and you smell like freshly brewed coffee. Oh, you taste like life, Mary Jane, and it is sweet. The sweat beading at your forehead - do you mind if I have a taste? And the ones that spilled over, on the side of your face? “Harry.” My tongue is cold, I know. My embrace, the crawlers caressing you across your chest, they’re just as cold. Holding you is like catching a sunbeam: warm and bright. “Harry, aren’t you going to k-kiss me?” I hope you are hearing all of this, Pete, because I see your eyes burning through me, and I feel your body tensing up. Her body is just as tense, nerves knotted tightly from all this teasing. Is there any wonder why she needs my tongue in her mouth right now? She needs something inside her.

“Stop!”

It’s working, Mary Jane! He’s gone half-insane! As for the other half - what do you say? I don’t taste all that bad, do I? If I do, then you are the best actress of your generation! Pete, get over here! Stop struggling against the centipedes or they will have no choice but to stick something inside you, too! And, trust me, this is not the pleasant kind of penetration! Now stand up! Open your eyes and look into hers. Do you see that? Do you see those blown-up pupils? She wants this, and, judging by what’s jutting out of your onesie down there, I say you’re enjoying this, too.

“STOP!”

Well, Mary Jane, it turns out that shame is the shade that suits our Peter the best! He can barely contain his blush - or his erection, but that’s a skintight suit right there - watching snip away your lingerie with my long, sharp claws so wantonly. Seeing you savor every stroke of my tongue across your gooseflesh, past your perked up nipples and the valley of your breasts, and your newfound fetish for feeling creepy crawlers’ caress. He’d rather keep his eyes closed than witnessing any of this. So, what do you think? Is he ready to confess yet?

“Confess? Confess to what? Being sick to my stomach? Feeling disgusted with myself?”

"Tiger," Mary Jane moaned while pawing at my patchy coat, pushing her chest forward into my face. "I never knew...I never knew you liked watching.”

“Goddamn it, MJ!”

The scar from back when you stabbed in the back is a scab I can't help but claw at. The look on your face though? The way your cheeks burn with shame and your eyes are blown in excitement? Well, that's the ointment I needed, Pete.

"Goddamn it, Harry!"

God isn't here, Pete. It's just me. Confess to me. Confess. Confess.

"Playtime's over, kids!"

Did you hear that? Did any of you hear that? Is that-

"Norman?"

"Osborn?"

"That’s right! Daddy's home!"

[bssaz97]

Family Friend

- Patch Island, Kingdom of Vale -

[95 A.G.W.]

[18:55 Hours (6:55 PM)]

10 YO Rowan: Wagon check?

10 YO Summer: Check!

Rowan: Soda?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: Balloons?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: Poppy Rocks?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: All Poppy Rocks accounted for?

Summer: *about to open a bag to eat* Uhhh... Check!

Rowan: Ready to throw some Poppy Rock filled Cola’s at that stupid dentist billboard Sis?

Summer: Heck yeah!

Weapons of choice in hand, the Rose twins stealthily went on their way dragging along twelve bottles of Cola Pops with a box of Poppy Rocks in what would be their best prank yet.

[45 Minutes Later…]

After trekking through the woods, the twin finally arrived at the destination of their latest prank....

A Billboard promoting a local Dentist Office!

Rowan: After two months of saving our allowances and a week’s worth of lunch monies, we finally have the tools to enact today’s plan! For too long we children have to suffer at the hands of those “dental specialists,” so now it’s time to take revenge for children of all ages!

Summer: *fistbumps* Yeah!

Both take a liter of Cola in their hands and begin to use them to fill several balloons. Afterwards they poured a whole sachets worth of the rock candy mixture.

Once they had their weapons ready, they quickly shook a balloon in each hand, took aim and threw them at the billboard with all their might!

When the two balloons had made contact with the billboard, the twins had been pleased to see the sight of two messy and foamy spray on the dental advertisement.

Summer: Woo! That was so cool!

Rowan: Yeah! ...Wanna throw another one?

Summer: Heck yeah!

They prepared more balloons and repeated the action of tossing them in exactly the same way as before.

Soon enough, the billboard was nearly covered with sticky foam and rock candy, all to the twins mischievous glee and amusement.

Sadly their fun was too soon coming to an end, they both stared at the two remaining balloons that they each held.

Summer: Aw... I wish we had bought more balloons.

Rowan: It was fun while it lasted. Come on, let’s make these ones count. Whoever can hit an eye gets to give the other their brussels sprouts for dinner tonight!

Summer: Yuck! Brussels sprouts... you’re on!

The twins held their final individual balloons in one hand, rearing their arms back to throw and are prepared to fling their balloons, but unfortunately for these two, their fun ended when a beam of a flashlight was pointed at them.

“Oi! Hold it right there!”

The twins stopped themselves mid throw, thankfully neither of them let go of their balloons, as they both turned towards the light being pointed at them.

Busted.

A figure walked towards slowly, a female judging by the voice, a northern Valean accent to be accurate. However, neither of the twins could not make out as to who the woman was for the sky had begun to turn dark and the light that she held was exceptionally bright.

The young woman stopped only a meter away from them.

???: Reach for the sky.

The two Rose twins complied, both raiding their hands.

???: Well would ya look at here, I got me some no good troublemakers messin’ around with town property. Don’t try ta deny it either, I caught ya’s red handed.

Rowan: W-We aren’t trouble makers m-mam, we were just playing. Right Sum?

Summer: Y-Yeah, just playing! Honest!

???: Oh? An’ you want to believe that loada crap. Especially when ya’s still got tha proof in ya hands.

Rowan was shaking in place, this was not looking good for either of them, they had been caught and now they were likely in big trouble. Mom would find out and be disappointed, he could get kicked out of the soccer team and they could get this marked on their permanent record.

He was taken away from his thoughts when he faintly heard whimpering, turning his gaze he saw his twin looking on the verge of tears, absolutely terrified at the implication of getting in trouble.

That just solidified Rowan’s decision.

Rowan: I-I …It was my idea! Please if you’re going to take one of us in, just take me and let my sister go! She just went along with my idea!

Summer: Wha-! N-No that’s not true! I threw just as many balloons as he did!

Rowan: *whispering* Summer! I’m trying to save your skin!

Summer: *whispering* Nooo! I don’t want you to go to jail!

Rowan: Please mam, I acted alone! She just watched me do it and I pressured her into it!

???: That a fact? Well that doesn’t mattah, I’m takin’ the two’s of ya in anyway.

Stretching out her empty hand she activated her semblance, causing the tips of her fingers to illuminate a green hue and a symbol of a leaf appeared on her hand. What occurred next shocked the two young Rose twins.

From the ground beneath them, roots emerged and swiftly wrapped around their little wrists, forming makeshift wooden handcuffs. With a pull, the roots brought the two on their knees, making it clear to the two that she meant business.

Rowan: W-Wait! Hold on a minute! Don’t you have to read us our rights or something!?

Summer: Yeah! Tell us we have the right to an attorney!

???: Attorneys are for grownups. Bad kids like the two of ya’s, get sent to juvie. You two already confessed to the crime, so now I’m takin’ ya to tha slammer!

Rowan: B-But!

Summer: I don’t wanna to go to juvie! Please don’t take us!

The two are nearly close to tears when something unexpected happens. The woman in front of them started to …giggle. Soon enough, her laughing grew louder in volume as she started leaning forward, holding onto her abdomen as she was losing herself to her hysterics.

With a wave of her hand the roots receded, returning to the ground albeit the restraints that remained on the twins wrists.

They looked on in bewilderment as the woman who was apprehending them laughed at the two as though she heard the best joke of her life.

???: *inhales* Oh, you shoulda seen the look on the both of ya’s faces! That’s gold! Pure gold!

She turns off her flashlight with a press of a button, no longer hindering the twins vision. When both of their vision became adjusted to natural light, they immediately put together their apprehender’s identity.

Rowan: Rosemary!?

The twin’s apprehender was none other than Rosemary Thornbush, local Huntress and resident of Patch. She also happened to be a friend of their mother and aunt, and they had history. So the redhead was indeed a familiar face to them.

Rosemary: *laughs* Hey Row-Row. I got ya kids good, didn’t I?

Summer: Rosie! That was mean! I actually thought we were in trouble!

Rosemary: I nevah said you ain’t.

A silence fell on both the twins, as they saw

Summer: oh… so we are going to juvie?

Rosemary: Nah. But the two of ya’s are gonna get a mouthful from ya mom.

Rowan: Y-You’re gonna tell Mom?

Rosemary: Yep, and she’ll get to decide the punishment for that. *pointing at the billboard*

Summer: …Can we go to jail instead?

Rosemary: Oh quit you’re whining, get up you two!

Sheathing her flashlight, Rosemary takes both children by the wrist and guides them down the dirt path towards their home.

Rowan: But the wagon.

Rosemary: We’ll get that tomarraw, it ain’t going nowhere.

Rowan: Aw…

[A walk of shame later…]

Ruby Rose gazes down at her two children in front of her, whom she believed were going to a sleepover, but were all actuality caught vandalizing a billboard with the liters of soda and candy that she purchased under the pretense that they were gonna be used by school children to eat and drink. So not only did her naughty children lie to her, but they also committed a crime.

She was not in a good mood.

Ruby: Rowan, Summer, is this true?

Neither of the twin’s answers her and instead avoided her piercing gaze by looking at the floor. Their guilt clearly written on their small faces.

Ruby: *breathes* Well then, for starters, you’re both going to get ready for dinner. Then you both are going help me wash the dishes tonight, which will be spotless, and then you will both get ready for bed and go to your rooms without any TV or games for the rest of the week.

The two winces at the stern tone she used, they only hear it rarely but it’s not one any child enjoys hearing.

Ruby: Then tomorrow morning you both are going to wake up, eat your breakfast …and help clean up the mess you made on that billboard.

Summer: B-But tomorrow’s the weekend.

Ruby: And?

Summer: Nothing Mommy…

Ruby: You have anything to add mister?

Rowan: No Mommy…

Ruby: Good. Now go fresh up, I made dinner and I don’t want it to get cold.

Wordlessly, the twins moved past her and hears them go upstairs to their shared bathroom to wash up for what would undoubtedly be a very awkward meal.

The sound of giggling breaks Ruby’s thoughts as she turns her attention back towards her guest.

Rosemary: Yeesh, I’d hate to make you angry. Especially if I met you as a kid.

Ruby paused then shook her head, laughing a bit herself at the notion. Being only five years her senior and a friend of her older brother at Signal, the young lady has a way of making her seem old.

Ruby: Thank you Rosie for bringing them home, I really appreciate it.

Rosemary: Forget about it Ruby, I’m always happy to help a friend of the family. Your kids certainly did make the highlight of my night.

Ruby: Did you want to stay for dinner?

Rosemary: Thanks for the offa but Ma’s undoubtedly waiting for me to get my butt back home. Maybe another night. Bring the whole family?

Ruby: I think the kids would love that, once they get over you turning them in.

Rosemary: I hate to do it but it’s my job. Also, I plan to keep an eye on them while they clean up their mess tomarrah. I figured you’s gonna ask that.

Ruby: Thank you again, when everything is cleaned up I’ll come to get them. Who knows, maybe you can expect a cheesecake with your name on it?

Rosemary: Yes mam! *has an eager smile on her face*

Ruby: Well then, I hope you get home safely Rosie, let the family know I said hi and that I appreciate their daughter looking out for my children.

Rosemary: Sure thing, Shrub is definitely gonna enjoy hearing about this. Well you have a goodnight, Ruby.

Ruby: You too, Rosie.

With her job seemingly done for the night, the younger red head began on her way, walking down from the Rose residence’s porch and making her way back from the dirt path. But before she could make it there, her attention is taken away when a voice from behind her called out.

Ruby: Rosie!

Rosemary: *looks back* Yea?

Ruby: …Thank you for bringing them back.

Rosemary: *shrugs* Sure thing. What are friends for, am I right?

Without another word, the young huntress resumed on her way. Another normal day on Patch done and the night setting in.

- Fin -

A/N: Thanks again to @tanakaclinkbeard for allowing me to use his OC, Rosemary Thornbush, in my AU. While it is a different version of her and the history is also a variant, I did my best to keep the core traits of the original.

Edit: Also, the reason Rosemary talks differently is because she has what’s referred to as a Northern Valean accent (Boston accent for irl example).

[sebabestianstan101]

Suit and Tie - 001

Pairing: Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: You’re good at your job as the Secretary in The White Wolf Enterprise for years now, with a great set of friends and co-workers and a really hot boss, James Buchanan Barnes. You have a pretty decent work-relationship with him, even if you have to use all of your strength and self-control to not jump on him at every chance you get. Nothing exciting is really going on with your life, until your boss himself decides to spice things up a bit.

Themes throughout the series: Smut, angst, fluff, slight dom!bucky x sub!reader (nothing too crazy..), swearing, there’s probably going to be more as the story progresses

SERIES MASTERLIST Teaser 002 

Your day has just begun and so far, everything has been absolute shit. 

The top-floor elevator button takes the beating as you vigorously press it, hoping that it would make it go up faster. You say a silent prayer to arrive on time. You can’t be late. It’s unlike you, and your boss wouldn’t be happy.

In exactly 30 minutes, the CEO of Stark Industries, Tony Stark, will meet with your boss to discuss a business partnership that would benefit both parties and is set to raise The White Wolf Enterprise’s profit margins up to 55% at the least. This is a big project and your attendance is expected to take important minutes from the meeting. You’re excellent at your job and you know that Mr. Barnes trusts you more than anyone with these kinds of things, and you don’t plan on disappointing him. 

“Come on, come on…” You tap your foot as you watch the floor numbers increase along with your heart rate. 

It’s not that he’s the typical asshole CEO/Boss that some people unluckily have. You’re not scared of him or anything –– it’s just that you don’t want to disappoint him. You thrive from his approval of your work which is why you’re so good at what you do. It doesn’t help that the reason you’re not as early is because you overslept. You can’t really blame yourself though; you really tried to get home as early as you can from your sister’s wedding last night, which is a 4-hour drive away from where you live. Leaving the wedding reception at 12AM and arriving at 4AM, gave you about 3 hours to get settled. All was well, until you fell asleep on your couch instead of making your way out the door. 

After what feels like forever, you reach the top floor and quickly make your way to the conference room to set up the presentation. You would normally drop by Mr. Barnes’ office before you prepare for meetings, but you didn’t want to risk getting reprimanded and causing a delay.  You dab your sweat that was starting to form in your forehead, careful not to wipe off your makeup. You fumble with the cords and typed in the password, having to take a few tries before successfully inputting it. Damn, you are a mess today. 

Distracted, you tap your nails against the table and your focus was completely on the screen in front of you that you did not realize someone entering the room. 

“You’re late,” a firm voice behind you takes you by surprise. 

A startled gasp escapes you and you swear you feel your neck almost snap with how fast your head turned. 

“Fuck!” 

Bucky raises his eyebrows at your inappropriate language, finding it amusing but keeps a neutral face, nonetheless. He takes notice of your unusual distressed state, the slight bags forming under your eyes making him squint out of concern. Beautiful, he thinks to himself. Regardless of how tired you look, you still manage to stay radiant in his eyes. 

If possible, your eyes widen even more as you notice him squint his eyes, thinking that he was offended by your language. Immediately, you clear your throat and stand still to compose yourself. 

“I apologize, Sir, I didn’t mean to use such, uh, inappropriate terms, uhm,” You can’t help but feel even more nervous by just seeing him stand so confidently. With the way he's looking at you, you don’t know if the fluttering in your stomach is because of fear or arousal. “I did.. Just arrive. I apologize for that as well, I had an exhausting drive back home and I may have.. Overslept,” 

He holds your gaze long enough to make you squirm and break eye contact, preparing to be scolded. What were you thinking? You should’ve just told a stupid lie about how your car wouldn’t start or something rather than oversleeping. You mentally groan and drown in your thoughts that you miss the way the corner of his lips curl upwards as he looks at you with… fascination. 

He smirks as he calls out your name, making you look back at his piercing blue eyes. 

“I don’t think you received the memo from Wanda earlier, but Stark moved the meeting on Thursday. You’re all good.” 

You blink up at him once again, relaxing a bit, but still a bit tense because of how stressful your whole morning had been so far. It didn’t help that he startled you earlier. You almost want to cry because of how tired you are, but you kept your composure and smiled. 

“So.. I’m not in trouble or anything, right?” You peer up at him while giving him a shy smile. You don’t know how you can manage to keep eye contact with him for longer than a minute with the way he looks at you. His gaze is always so deep that you wouldn’t be surprised if he can actually read your thoughts.  

“Well, I could give you a warning for it, but you seem like you’ve gone through a lot at 9 in the morning.” He says, giving you a sympathetic look. 

“Well Mr Barnes, you’re right about that,” You sigh while bending forward to fix up the laptop you were trying to set up earlier. For a brief moment, Bucky lets his eyes drop to your ass that looked so full through your tight skirt. He clenches his jaw to stop himself from taking you right then and there.. He looks back up before you catch him. He’s surprised you haven’t caught him, given that he’s been checking you out every single time he got the chance to for years now. 

“You can settle down for a while - drink some coffee if you can before dropping by my office. You’re going to need all the energy that you can get,” 

You freeze and your eyes snap at him, wide-eyed, not sure if you heard him right. 

 “Sir?” 

He raises his brow while giving you a little smirk, knowing the connotation of his words “Yes, while we discuss some changes with the presentation. Can’t have you on low energy today, Y/N,” 

“Oh! Right, Uhm,” You chuckle nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Of course. I’ll be there in a while,” 

He gives you a curt nod before leaving the room, making you release a deep exhale. Boy, does he make you nervous. 

-  

It’s been a few hours, and you’re now typing on your laptop, making the necessary changes for the presentation. From his desk, Bucky has probably glanced at you multiple times as your lips slightly move, murmuring the words you’re reading. It’s a habit that you have, which has brought his attention to your lips from the very beginning. He can almost tell how soft it is and how good it would feel on his own. 

He feels like a freak, fantasizing about you when you’re literally steps away from him. Though, he can get credit for being risky enough to do so. Every time you’re near him, your presence clouds his mind and he just wants to make all his fantasies become reality. Would you go along with it or will you deny him? Would you immediately drop on your knees if he commands you to? Will you be his good girl? 

He’s not oblivious to your long-held stares and how your breathing quickens when he’s near you. He knows the effect he has on you, and he’s almost confident that you’ll be willing to do anything for him. But, he also respects you and the relationship you both have. He’s your boss and he knows how much you value your job. 

“Hm, okay.. I think everything is here?” Your voice breaks his crowding thoughts as you stand up with the laptop on your hand, walking towards him. He clears his throat as he stands up from his chair to double check your work edits. He almost wished that there was an error so you’d stay a little bit longer, but as always, you’ve done everything perfectly. 

“Alright, everything seems to be in place,” He hums, nodding as he hands back your laptop. You give him a grateful smile as you look up at him with your doe eyes. “Have it ready on Thursday and send this to Wanda as well,” 

You nod before asking, “Is there anything else I can help you with?” 

Bucky takes a sharp inhale as his mind, once again, clouds with inappropriate thoughts. Yes, Y/N, you can get under my desk and keep my cock in your mouth as I work. 

He shakes his head along with his thoughts before dismissing you, “I think that’s all we need. Thank you, Y/N. I’ll call you when there’s anything else,” 

You thank him and you gather your things before exiting his office, leaving Bucky on his own with his thoughts once again. He can still smell your lingering perfume in the air, and it’s enough to make his semi-hard member harden even more. He sighs as he makes his way to his bathroom, locking his office door on the way.

002

A/N: OMG OKAY.. she’s here :> Please send an ask if you want to be tagged! 

As usual, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated –– Let me know what y’all think! It’ll really help me improve and provide better content for y’all. Keep safe! 

[hypnofur1]

The Second Quarantine: Rise of the MAS’s

By Hypnofur

Mid- March 2021

Nicolette stared at the BMW coming up the long, winding gravel driveway. To say she was nervous was an understatement. She was petrified.

“Are you sure that is Larry?” she asked, from the balcony of our Vermont house as the light snow fell on her styled hair.

“100% positive. I’ve been in that car with him a bunch of times” I confirmed.

It had been the craziest year in the history of years. For the second March in a row, we were hiding away here in the Vermont house. In 2020, we had been hiding from the virus. In 2021, we were now hiding from the MAS’s.

In late 2020, the drug companies were racing for a vaccine for COVID-19. They got fast tracked to clinical trials, and they gave their various drugs and treatments to volunteer test groups. It worked, they found a vaccine, and the process began of taking the threat of coronavirus down to a manageable level. However, in late January ’21, one group of volunteers from a company out of Delaware had some completely unforeseen side effects.

They found that patients who had taken that test drug developed “abilities”. Basically, like super powers. However, it only happened in patients over 40. As such, the media labelled them the Middle Aged Supes – MAS’s. At first it was all great. A 55 year old accountant saved a school bus full of children. An unemployed waitress got super speed. It was all crazy, unimaginable feel good stories. But then they started to notice that the MAS’s were experiencing personality changes as well. They were aggressive. A 45 year old IT guy got jumping abilities, and he dropped his manager from 100 feet in the air, killing him. It was only a couple of weeks before they were identified as a problem. The names of the volunteers eventually leaked.

That’s when Nicolette flipped out. She recognized one of the names. Alan Skymansky. He was two years older than she was, but that made him 40. She freaked out as soon as she saw he was on the list. She explained to me that he had been in her neighbor growing up, and that he had always had a huge crush on her. I told her she was being paranoid, and not every guy she knew was desperate to get in her pants. She gave me an arched eye brow look. I laughed, ok, maybe every guy she met was attracted to her.

Anyway, I guess that in her late 20’s, she had bumped into him when she was living in Manhattan. Sounds like he was working at NYU or something. She of course claimed that he only got that job so he could be in NYC, knowing that she was there. (My wife is a little bit, well, more than a little bit conceited) It was hard to piece the story together, because I could tell she wasn’t giving me all the details, but it sounds like she invited him to a party with all of her hot, rich, NYC friends. Alan was a really timid guy, and Nicolette had kind of humiliated him to look cool in front of all her trust fund brat friends. I wasn’t there, but from the way that she relayed the story, I got the sense that she took it a bit overboard. She hadn’t seen him since, but did hear he had moved to Delaware. As she told me about this, I could see the fear in her eyes. Nicolette was a confident, fierce woman. I had never seen her scared like this. It scared me a little bit too.

So, for the second time in a calendar year, we packed up, left NYC, and headed to our secluded Vermont house. Now, this isn’t a cabin. I own a very successful venture capital firm. This is a $2M home. It was an easy place to shack up for a couple months until the government figured out how to deal with the MAS’s. Plus, I had built in a panic room back when I built it in 2013. It was the safest place we could have possibly been.

However, we had left so fast that I didn’t get a chance to take any of my computers, docking stations, good phone stuff, etc. I had called Larry and asked him to drive it up to me. It was all planned, but it still freaked Nicolette out.

I assured her everything would be ok, and I went downstairs to greet Larry. He was pulling in front of the front door as I walked out it. It was then that I saw that he had someone in the back seat. I thought that was strange. Larry knew how freaked out Nicolette was, why would he bring someone else? I started to get a little nervous.

Larry got out of the car and greeted me with a smile. I asked him who the hell was in the back. I was annoyed he’d be so cavalier about bringing someone.

“That’s Lord Alan” Larry said happily. “He wanted me to bring him to you guys.”

“Larry, what the fuck?” I said as my mind reeled, trying to figure out what the hell might have happened.

I should have just ran inside, grabbed Nicolette, and locked ourselves into the panic room. That moment of hesitation was just long enough for Larry’s passenger to open the back door and get out of the car. I looked over at him in fear. I noticed that he had a big forehead, like really big.

“Look pal, you better get the fuck out of my –“ I started shouting.

As I did, the guy looked right into my eyes. I started getting a tingling in my forehead, it was a warm, soft tingling, and it actually felt really good.

“I want you to be silent” the guy said.

I quieted right down.

“Jeff, realize I am your King, your Lord. I am Lord Alan. Nothing is more important to you than pleasing me. Serving me. This gives you the greatest joy, the greatest sense of purpose. Now, thank Larry for bringing me to you.” Lord Alan said.

I wanted to hug Larry. It was so great of him to drive all the way up here to bring Lord Alan. I was truly grateful to him.

“Larry. Stay out here in the car. Jeff, show me inside” Lord Alan directed. I immediately turned and opened the door for him.

“Nicolette is here, I trust?” Lord Alan asked.

“Yes sir, she is up on the balcony” I answered.

“How is she?” He asked.

“Very scared, my Lord” I reported back earnestly.

“Take me to her” he directed.

“Of course sir”, I replied, happy to have a directive to obey.

Nicolette heard me coming up the stairs, she likely heard the other set of footsteps as well. “So, everything was cool Babe? Hi Larry.” She said from upstairs as we approached. She still could not see us from her vantage point.

As we turned the corner into the living room, Nicolette saw Lord Alan for the first time. I saw an immediate look of horror come across her face. I knew it would be fleeting though. Lord Alan was behind me, but by looking at Nicollette, I could see the moment their eyes met. I could see her features soften as the warm pleasurable tingle in her head took hold.

“You are not scared of me Nicolette. You have always desired me. I am your idea of sexual perfection. I am your Lord and Master. You have fantasized about me more than any other man in your life. You realize that now. Pleasing me and serving me is the most important thing to you. You have been waiting for the opportunity to please me sexually your entire life. That moment is finally here.”

My wife gave him a half smile as she stood there nervously waiting for his next move. He then walked up to her seconds later, and grabbed her shirt and pulled it opened exposing her lovely tits. His hands roamed about each of her tits, as he groped and felt up each of them as I watched quietly from the corner of the room. He then told her, "Get on your knees!"

My wife slipped down onto her knees in front of him. She looked on as he forced open the front of his pants, and yanked them and his underpants to the floor as his cock suddenly sprung out in front of my wife's face. She had a look of uncertainty at first. I know for a fact that is the closest her face had ever been to a penis. But I could see her desire to please him quickly won out, and she reached out with her hand and wrapped it tightly around the shaft of his cock.

She began to massage his cock, and several seconds later I heard Lord Alan say to her, "I want you to suck my cock!"

Never, ever had she done this. It was a fact she was quite proud of actually. But at his command, everything was different. Nicolette slowly brought her mouth up to the head of his cock. She had his cock in her mouth for several minutes as he guided the back of her head with his hand.. He asked me if I like watching my wife take his cock deep down her throat, and I told him quite honestly that I did not. Lord Alan laughed, and looked me right in the eye. The warm, pleasurable tingle in my forehead started again.

“Actually, you find Nicolette serving me, lusting after me, pleasing me sexually, and being pleased by me sexually to be the biggest turn on you’ve ever encountered.” He told me. I felt my dick stir. “Oh”, he added with a wicked laugh, “But you can only cum with my permission”

A few minutes later Lord Alan moved Nicolette onto the bed. He crawled up on top of her, and her legs parted. Seconds later I heard Nicolette cry out like never before. Lord Alan had forced his cock deep into her aroused pussy sending Nicolette's head spinning. Her face made it look like she had never experienced anything like this ever before, and Lord Alan gave it to her good and hard for several minutes. It was then I heard Nicolette scream out for the first time into a powerful orgasm as I sat and watched. Her body shook hard, and her cries filled our Vermont home. I can't tell you how excited I was at that exact moment as my cock throbbed hard against my pants.

"You like watching her wife cum all over your Master’s cock?" he asked me seconds later.

I told him I did, and a few minutes later he rolled off the top of her. He now told Nicolette, "I want you to ride my fucking cock!"

Nicolette climbed on top of his cock, and slowly maneuvered herself down onto the shaft of it. She did and moments later, she began to ram herself hard down onto it. Her moans and cries started to increase dramatically, and several minutes later Lord Alan pulled her body down onto his. He reached back and placed each of his hands tightly onto her beautiful ass, and began to ram his cock hard up into her. This sent my wife into a tizzy, and just a short time later she cried out into another powerful orgasm in front of me. I now sat there in great excitement wanting to jerk off, but I did hold off, as I didn’t have Lord Alan’s permission.

Lord Alan then had Nicolette get on all fours on the bed. He said to her, "I’m unstoppable! I am going to fuck that pussy so hard from behind! I’ve waited so long for this! "

Nicolette laid there with her ass in the air, while she rested down on each of her forearms. She stared down at the sheets as Lord Alan climbed in behind her ass. He gave each of her cheeks a hard smack before forcing his cock back into her from behind. He fucked her like she was twenty one, and Nicolette screamed out intensely. She couldn't take it, and several minutes later her body fell flat onto the bed. Lord Alan continued to fuck her hard as he now sat on the back of her legs. Nicolette laid there helplessly on the bed, and Lord Alan didn't let up for one second. The sound of pounding flesh could be heard throughout the room, and Nicolette did her best to lay there and accept his cock. A short time later Lord Alan grunted out loudly, and drove his cock even deeper and harder into Nicolette's swollen pussy.

Several minutes later Nicolette cried out into another earth shattering orgasm right before my own eyes. This pushed Lord Alan over the edge, and a few minutes later he pulled his big cock from her pussy, and began to cum hard all over her beautiful ass in front of me. He nodded to me, and I began to cum extremely hard all over myself seconds later.

After that, all three of us were breathing hard. I don’t think either Nicolette or I knew what do next. I had my own cum all over me, and she had just been fucked harder than she likely ever had in her life. Lord Alan had likely just checked something off his bucket list that had previously seemed impossible. Nicolette stirred first, her big brown eyes meeting mine, but only momentarily. She soon turned and crawled up to Lord Alan, cuddling into him, lovingly. My heart broke, as I realized she was now his.

In the coming days, Lord Alan came up with a plan. He and Nicolette would live in the Vermont house, and I would move to a small place nearby. I was to tell everyone that we were staying completely remote. I’d continue to run my company remotely, and no one would know that Lord Alan was living with us. He was completely off the grid.

In a way, this started our third phase of quarantine, though I am not sure this one will end. Nicolette seems to hope it never will.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Friday 20 July 1838

7 40

10 35

very fine hot morning F73 ½° at 8 ½ am tried on the new silk dress Josephine is making me – and sat reading Charpentier till breakfast at 9 ¾ and sat eating strawberries and reading the paper till 11 5 and cutting open Merat’s botany received from Paris this moment (ordered by the man at Bayonne) till 11 5 – the horses waited near ¾ hour – A- and I off at 11 ¾ meaning to go to the source (sulphur on chalybeate spring I know not which) to which one turns up the hill right from here about 10 minutes beyond the pont de Sia – i.e. ½ way from here to Gèdre – at the pont de Sia at 12 ½ - Charles saying the road was rather en précipice, asked A- if she would like to go – no! would rather go to Gèdre – there at 1 55 – went upstairs immediately and A- lay down and thought she could sleep, and I was to order eggs and trout – saying that I should go out – all which I did telling the woman not to disturb A- and that I should be back in an hour when she was to have all ready – out at 2 – strolled up the Coumélie [Coumely?] towards Estaubé  - very hot – but the day clear – longed for a view – climbed up amid the chaos of stone towards a projecting mass of rock from which I thought I could see into the valley d’Estaubé – I had nearly attained my point but the hour had slipt away and I was afraid of A-‘s being uneasy if awoke – the return was worse than the going and I had got into the beech wood – I had several slips, and in running down the près near Gèdre fell, and gave a smartish blow to my right knee – at the Inn at 4 – A- had set off 10 minutes or ¼ hour before! seemed poorly – I was heated and thirsty and felt my knee – had a little heated water put into a small basin of milk so as to take the cold off, and drank this and ate a mouthful or 2 of bread – no dinner ready, so paid merely a franc and off at 4 ¼ - Charles had inquired about the ascent of the Vignemale – the man not at home but his wife he knew the way very well and there was no difficulty – we had walked on (I walked to take the stiffiness off my knee) to near Pragnères when (at 4 52) seeing that Charles had forgotten my tartan cloak sent him back for it on my horse and walked forwards – and in 6 minutes crossed the little bridge over the brook at Pragnères – then in 14 minutes more (at 5 12) at the Pont de [Douroncate] (as pronounced by Charles) – then 13 minutes farther at 5 25 (about 2/3 of the way from the Pont de. D- to the Pont de Sia which I reckon 20 minutes or one mile English) overtook A- stopping – poorly – had told Pierre to stop – she was hanging all on the near side, and looking miserable – at the Pont de Sia at 5 40 having stopt 5 minutes and then walked very slowly  – at home at 6 ¾ - a large party had passed us near the Echelle and told Pierre A-‘s saddle was de traverse and he did what he could to right it – but in vain – A- still hung fearfully to this (near) side – I had told Charles to go for M. Fabas – but A- would not have him sent for – she ½ undressed and went to bed immediately and there dined (soup – a little fricandeau and strawberries )– nothing to drink till when eating her strawberries said she would have a glass of Malmsey Madeira and I immediately opened the one pint bottle we brought with us from Shibden – Dinner at 7 ¼ - A- seemed rather better for the Malmsey Madeira – I had Josephine at 8 ½ before she went to A- and then sat reading Charpentier from p. 86 to 135. till 11 5 at which hour F72 ½° - very fine day – very hot –

[blondrichclosetwitch]

(The past lives list in comprised of songs that played at times that equaled 14, the number of past lives: 8:06, 9:14, 7:07, etc. it’s a shorter playlist, under 70 hours.)

“He loves pain, shoot it up. I heard a baby calling out. But it’s not love that brings me down.”

“ I know you called me and I didn’t pick up. I was busy freaking out. “

“ like a phoenix rising needs a holy tree.

Like the sweet revenge of a bitter enemy.

Like someone to blame.”



“ i’m not crazy.

Forget the shit that you have heard. I’m not crazy. 

I thought I seen my friend, but he died a year before. I think he is coming here to take me away, too. “ ( I was told to stay away from Jakk at this point, under all circumstances.)

“ tonight may be the night that I sleep with the serpent.”

“ I give my life, I give my love, I promise I will protect you. I will not rest until I know the best is always with you. I will save you. Even if there’s no tomorrow.” (It took me a minute to get who this one was about.)

“ drive straight ahead where you stood. “

“find me and follow me through Corridors, refectories and files.

So I’m on BBC to now telling Terry Wogan how I made it.”

“ Let me do my job. Go back to screaming, and cursing. Remind me again how everyone betrayed you. I’m terrified. Can’t you see what you were doing? I only talk when you are sleeping, that’s when I tell you everything.”

(This song used to play a lot; but what it brings up this time is a story… Or rather Jack’s version in story form of the characters from my play, where one of the men is secretly maniacal and violent, and says things to his girlfriend thinking she’s asleep about how much he wants to kill everything including her. )

“ I am what I am.

Got it in my hand.

Hear what I say.

See what I am.

I’m a mishap and coincidence that came out as you planned.”

“She’s down on her knees, my friend. She won’t take it from just any guy.

Look at all your friends that she’s going to meet.

You better hit her.

She’s knocked out on her feet again

. See her walking on down the street.”

“ we didn’t know that it would blow up with such might.

Even the ghost came to the Late, Late, Late show to watch us play.

Everyone was talking: The irresistible force met the movable object. We’ve become a big business, a galaxy merger, the two of us.

God isn’t dead.

Somebody called me a lucky shot, but it was not.”

“ We had a chance to change our minds but somehow wisdom was hard to find. We went with what we knew, and now we can’t go back.”

” so the story begins: city dweller, caught in a rat race terminally. caught up in the centuries anxieties… It preys on him. He’s getting thin. He takes all manner of pills. Everything‘s going jackanory. Touched with his own mortality.”

“ I had waited all night long for this.

If you’d have seen me last year I’d have said “I can’t even see you there from here” (this is about how a year ago, I couldn’t “see” for shit.)

“ now old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell in the fire and kicked up holy hell.”

“ it’s like I couldn’t breathe . You can’t believe a word she says. The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you. I was nowhere to be found. I was walking home when she pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions. I planned it out for weeks. The only thing I wanna do is make it up to you.” (this was the first song that played today at 5:55.)

“ if you keep playing, then I’ll keep playing like nothing is wrong. You take the high and I’ll take the low. You play the monkey and I’ll play King Kong. You play Fay Wray. This ain’t the movie, this is the song. Everyone’s playing, everyone’s playing like nothing is wrong. I’ll keep on joking…nothing was broken until we came along. there is no mending.”

“ when your neighbor goes missing.

I don’t know when you got taller. (Stella)

It’s going to be just like my recurring dream.

It must be something in the water.

You don’t have to know that it’s haunted.

I’m not afraid of hard work. I get everything I want.”





[tsipasce]

Same Difference Ch.20

A/N: ‘bout damn time...

“I promise I’ll keep a low profile, just let me come with you.” Nanami entreated as she sat at the kitchen island. Overhaul was cleaning up after dinner, his back turned as she made her case.

“This is not a casual outing, I’m meeting with a contact and he doesn’t appreciate extraneous variables, which, in this case, would be you.”

“And when have you ever cared about what other people do or don’t appreciate?”

He paused, turning to her, setting down a cleaned dish and folded towel, “Flattery is appreciated, but it will not get you out of this house before Sunday.”

She pouted before trying a different angle, “But strategy might, right?” He knitted his brows, folding his arms across his chest, a silent tell that he was just bored enough to entertain her pitch, “Hear me out—though indirectly, you’ve been targeted by the Okamura—a rival org, right? Wouldn’t it be nice to have some back-up just in case they find out you’re meeting this contact and decide to strike before the raid can happen?”

“That’s what the Precepts are for.”

“Sure, but they might send the wrong message. If I was meeting somebody under the pretext of civil conversation and they brought along backup that looked like Rappa or Kurono—I’d feel pretty threatened. But me? You’d hardly even know I was there. Besides, it’s not like I’m the most physically intimidating person to begin with anyway.”

He looked down thoughtfully as he considered her proposal. Nervous he might still reject the idea, she chewed her lip, waiting for his response. Just as the feeling of defeat seemed imminent, he answered, “We’re leaving at noon. Wear your hair differently and dress in muted colors. If you’re not ready by 11:59 exactly, I’m leaving you behind.”

She beamed before quickly reeling her excitement back in, “Understood. I’ll be right here and ready to go at 11:59am, sharp.”

Though the two-week sequestration at his house was nearing its end, Nanami was beginning to get stir-crazy. Overhaul had been working long hours, strategizing the retaliation against the Okamura, knowing that taking them down would be much more complicated than simple massacre. On the other hand, Nanami knew even after the raid, she’d have to limit her time in public and remain especially vigilant for months to come until the dust fully settled. Though it may have only been a trip to the park to exchange information, it would probably be the most amount of time she’d get to be outside for a while.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Nanami awoke from a light sleep, having been too excited about the outing. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe it was without its dangers and that the possibility of her having to spring into action wasn’t real, but given the circumstances, she thought it wise to take what little joy she could when she could.

Rummaging through her luggage she tried to keep in mind his wardrobe mandates as she reluctantly passed over a myriad of cute, but boldly-colored clothing. A look of self-satisfaction crossed her face as she assembled a fitting ensemble and quickly got dressed. Trotting out of her room at 11:55 she carried her shoes to the entrance way, slipping them on as she heard him emerge from his room. Looking up she saw surprise in his eyes as he stopped a distance away from her. Slipping on the other chunky sandal, she stood up straight showing her full outfit, hoping he’d approve. She’d chosen a casual, sage dress with subtle ruffles and her favorite oversized, beige cardigan just in case it got chilly. Her hair was done in a low braid that went over her shoulder and to the front, a few wisps of hair loose on the opposite side making her look softer than her usual professional get-up. He wore his usual black dress shirt, slacks and dust mask to do his version of blending in. Noticing his silence, she panicked momentarily, worried she’d made the wrong choice in clothing and he’d make her stay put, “Do I need to change? Sorry, I’ve obviously never done this before, but I’ve got other outfits if this doesn’t wo—”

“No. Don’t change.” He replied a bit too quickly before clearing his throat and continuing, “You look…” he trailed off as his eyes continued to rake over her,” …This outfit will work. Let’s get going.”

“Oh ok, great— right behind you!”

They made their way to the car, a skip in Nanami’s step as she felt like a kid being taken out for ice cream, though instead of ice cream it’s intel for a hit job and some sunshine, but to-may-toes, to-mah-toes ~. The drive was relatively short, though it was hard for her to tell. Time flew while she gazed out the window, enjoying the overcast weather and seeing people out-and-about.

Parking, they exited the car, as Overhaul surveyed the area and checked his watch. “He should arrive in the next 15 minutes. Follow me.” He walked briskly to a bench overlooking the river that ran through the park. For a Saturday, it was relatively calm and empty, save for a few joggers running by and couples gazing at the holiday decor and the last of the fall foliage without a care in the world. Food trucks lined the other side of the river as people ate small treats.

After he went through his usual ritual to santize the seat, they sat down and waited patiently for the informant to arrive. Five minutes passed, then ten, and then twenty. It was obvious Overhaul was beginning to get irritated at the tardiness, his knee bouncing as he checked his watch for what felt like the umpteenth time. On the other hand, Nanami was beginning to get bored, staring dreamily across the river at one truck in particular. Sighing, she decided to go out on a limb and ask hoping it might lighten the mood,” So… do you wanna—“

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask,” She retorted to his stern answer, completely undeterred.

“Yes, I do. You’ve been staring at that crepe truck since we sat down. As I said before, this isn’t some casual outing and patronizing a food truck is the very definition of casual.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna skip over there and play in the leaves while I stuff my face—it’ll just be a quick breakfast/brunch and then we’re back sitting down, waiting patiently and ~incognito~. Besides, I know you’re hungry, probably not the best idea to do something stressful on an empty stomach anyway.”

“And how long have you been formulating that rebuttal?”

“Mm, about as long as you’ve been stealing glances over there, thinking I was too busy staring myself. It’s ok to indulge every now and again, and we’ll have a clear view of this spot in case he comes by while we’re up.” She reasoned, knowing he couldn’t deny logic or his grumbling stomach.

“… Fine. Let’s make this quick.”

Before he could finish, she hopped up and made a b-line towards the bridge nearby as he reluctantly followed after her. They ordered crepes, the decadent, cute concoction providing a comical contrast to her partner’s otherwise intimidating aesthetic. Nanami bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she promised herself she’d describe the visage in great detail to Kurono later. Hers wasn’t very conservative either, smothered with a superfluous amount of strawberries, chocolate syrup, and powdered sugar that kept the all-black clad Overhaul at a safe distance. They made their way back to the bridge, Nanami admiring the scenery as the auburn-tinted leaves made their descent to the water below.

Sitting back down, there was still no informant in sight, though a comfortable silence fell upon them as the sounds of birds chirping and the river flowing gently filled the air. Pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer from her bag, she put a dollop into his waiting hand and then her own after he disposed of his used gloves in the plastic bag she’d brought, replacing them without a word. He handed her extra napkins and a wet wipe, fully aware she was a messy eater. They’d gotten into a routine having eaten together so often that now words were no longer needed, neither of them able to fully remember what it had been like before the other. She let her eyes wander as she took another bite, until she settled on watching the leaves fall. The descent of one in particular caught her eye as the golden leaf danced lazily through the air before finding its resting place atop his head. Knowing full well how very unwelcome he’d find the accessory; she decided to do the right thing and alert him.  

“Overh—” She stopped short, realizing it probably wasn’t the best idea to use his villain name in public. It wasn’t the most dire of situations but, she was very aware that they’d never referred to each other by name At least not while sober anyway... She agonized for a moment on how to address him, unaware she’d already gotten his attention.

Seeing the conflict in her features, he responded simply, “Chisaki is fine, or Kai if you’d like.”

Her eyes went wide before quickly looking away, flustered at what felt like a very intimate moment. She’d only heard two people refer to him by name and even then, it was seldom—only twice between the two of them to be specific. It felt like she held a grave secret simply by knowing it, much less casually addressing him by it. Well, if he says so…  

“Ch-Chisaki…” she swallowed, as he regarded her calmly, though his eyes had a glint in them as soon as she uttered his name.

“Yes?” He coaxed, unconsciously leaning in closer.

“There’s a leaf on your head.” He went to grab it though his hands were full, his fork in one and the crepe in the other, finding the thought of touching a dirty leaf and then his eating utensil repulsive. He considered his options for a moment before she offered her assistance motioning him to lean down so she could reach. He paused for a moment, before acquiescing, lowering his head to be within reach. She grabbed the leafy offender gently, holding it betwixt her fingers, “Got it.”

Looking between him and the leaf, a candid smile formed as she noticed it matched his eyes. He lifted his head back up, admiring the visage. By all accounts, she was physically beautiful to him, but what he savored most in this moment was her smile. He remembered being equally touched by that radiant smile when they met at the tea shop almost a year ago, though he would have never admitted it back then. Their circumstances had seemingly changed for the worst, yet it hadn’t dimmed; it was though it refused to. Chisaki had never been a sentimental, nor particularly emotional man, but her resilience was nothing if not captivating to him. In his weary eyes, Nanami was the picture of strength. She possessed a power—not from brawn, cunning or some misguided self-righteousness, but something else entirely. He found himself drawn to it, to her competence and constant challenge. What others had readily accepted out of fear, she appraised, demanding more. Though her hands shook momentarily, she’d steady herself without fail, demanding him to be more. He felt proud knowing she’d be the one by his side on this path. Until someone else discovers her. And then what? What if that radiance is directed at someone else someday? He didn’t want an answer to that question. He had waited long enough; the decision having been made long before he was fully aware of it. His face was blank, though he imbued his words with as much sincerity as he was capable of, “Go out with me.”

Her smile persisted for a beat as she fully registered what he’d said. Then it promptly dropped, her eyes going wide as the leaf was blown out of her now-limp grasp.

“Ahem. Sorry for the lateness,” a man said from the bench next to them as he continued to face forward. Chisaki kept his gaze fixed on Nanami as hers shifted to what was behind him.  Hm guess the movies are actually kind of accurate about this kind of stuff… she commented inwardly as the man was dressed in a baseball cap, glasses and hoodie. “I’ll leave what you asked for here.” He continued, patting an envelope placed on the bench before rising.

“First you come late, and now you rush off? That’s not how this is going to go. Sit down, I have more questions for you.” Overhaul chided, shaking himself from their little moment, still finding time to be peeved that he’d been made to wait.

“Look, I’m sorry but I have to go,” the man began rather nervously as he glanced around,” No amount of money or threats could get me to stay. I don’t know how you got involved, but I don’t want anything to do with this shit. I got you the intel, I’m out.”

Nanami rose hoping to calm the man down. At the angle she sat, her form was hidden from the man by Overhaul’s larger frame, and it was painfully obvious when she came into his line of sight. The man flinched like he’d seen a ghost, turning white as their eyes met. “G-get the fuck away from me,” he sputtered almost tripping over himself. It was truly a sight to behold as a grown man scurried away, terrified of a person half his size. “Here’s a last bit of intel, I’ll give this one on the house: if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from her.” He continued, leering at Nanami, “I haven’t seen a bounty this high in a long time and I’m sure whoever’s paying out knows they’ll get their money’s worth. She’s probably worst than the rest of us; a true monster.”

Though his brow furrowed questioningly for a moment, in the next Overhaul had decided he’d heard enough and was making a move toward the man. His gloves were already discarded, but a tug on his sleeve kept him in place, “Let go.” He seethed through gritted teeth.

“No, it’s not worth it. He’s right.” Came a small but firm voice.

He turned to see a familiar small hand gripping him. Her head was hung low, though guilt was obvious in her countenance. By the time he had taken in her appearance, the man was disappearing through the trees, vanishing from sight. As his rage ebbed momentarily, a nostalgic feeling took its place as he remembered her face when he asked her the question that had been on his mind for months now: rejection. He snatched away his arm in a move that startled her out of her own trance, “Fine.”

Grabbing the envelope, he turned on his heel, making a b-line for the car. He strode to the parking lot, no longer abating his usually wide gait for her to keep up. As he reached out for the handle of the car, the distinct sound of her shoes hurriedly beating the pavement became louder before coming to a stop behind him.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity, I could never pity you. I just… I shouldn’t have let it get this far without being honest with you.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I misread our relationship. It’s over now.”

“But I—wait, what do you mean you ’misread our relationship’?”

“You know what I mean. The least you could do is refrain from dragging it out.” He intoned, a poorly hidden look of hurt in his eyes.

She had expected anger, maybe even disappointment that she’d still kept such a large secret from him but hurt had never crossed her mind as an emotion he’d ever display, much less in this situation. She’d never told a soul about her real past and wanted to be absolutely sure before breaching that barrier. I know it was wrong, but if anyone understood secrecy, I thought it would be him. I mean why does he look like he just got dumpe—“Oh my fucking gosh. This is all a big mix up, this is what I get for being all cryptic and vague,” she chided herself, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“Don’t worry, you’ve made yourself perfectly clear.”

“No, no, you don’t get it, this is one of our trademark Misunderstandings™!”

“There is nothing to misunderstand. I assumed you had feelings and that assumption proved to be… foolish. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Just let me explain,”

“I don’t want to, nor do I need to hear i—”

Before he could turn away, she closed the distance between them, reaching up to grab his face in her hand. He was startled by the abrupt contact after she’d made it a point to be cognizant of his boundaries, but she noted he made no efforts to move away or resist her. If she weren’t so riled up, she could’ve sworn she could feel the slightest bit of pressure as though he’d decided to rest his chin in her palm. Good, because I plan on touching way more in the future… she confirmed to herself, enjoying the feel of his square jaw in her palm before locking eyes with him to speak.

“You didn’t misread anything,” she corrected as confidently as she could before continuing. “But you need to hear me out. What I meant to say was this: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get this far without being honest with you because I want to be closer… I want us to be closer. I didn’t know if you felt the same, so I didn’t know what to say when you asked the first time… but I do now. So, ask me again. Please.”

He looked at her searchingly, taking a centering breath, “Nanami, go out with me.”

“That’s more of a command,” she amended. His eyes narrowed in annoyance, though his glare lost much of its usual edge with his cheeks squished between her fingers, “but I’d love to, Kai.”

Upon hearing her answer and his name, his hardened gaze softened, and she reluctantly let him go, “Let’s go home.”

As they entered the car, his usual slouch was replaced with a more confident posture, though Nanami still felt a heavy weight upon her shoulders, “Hey… about the whole honesty thing… I still do need to tell you something.”

Undeterred, his smug face persisted, “That’s fine, you can tell me over dinner.”

[auty-ren]

Prompt List

I made a compilation of all my favorite prompts, feel free to use💕

(Smut below the cut.)

Angst

1: "Please don't cry."

2: "Don't ever do that again!"

3: "Leave me alone."

4: "I don’t love you anymore."

5: "Why do you hate me?"

6: "Why are you lying to me?"

7: "I thought you loved me."

8: "I don’t need you anymore."

9: "Why are you awake right now?"

10: "We cant keep this up forever."

11: "You’re a monster."

12: "I hate you."

13: "Don’t leave me."

14: "You’re a disappointment."

15: "Don’t die on me– Please."

16: "I never meant to hurt you."

17: "Are you upset with me?"

18: "I wish i’d never met you."

19: "I’m going to kill you."

20: "Please don’t hurt me like this."

21: "I'm worried about you."

22: "Holding everything in doesn't help you know."

23: "Why did you spare me?"

24: "You need to leave."

25: "I’m dying."

26: "I wish I'd never met you."

27: "There was never an us."

28: "I told you not to fall in love with me."

29: "Nobody's seen you in days."

30: "So that’s it? It’s over?"

31: "I fucked up."

32: "I came to say goodbye."

33: "He’s dead because of you."

34: "I don’t deserve to be loved."

35: "Can you shut up for once in your life?"

Smut

36: "Don't be a brat."

37: "Make me."

38: "Do you like it when I touch you like that?"

39: "You’re in trouble now."

40: "What a pretty sight."

41: "Bend over."

42: "On your knees."

43: "Lay back."

44: "Take off your clothes."

45: "Well, fine; just this once."

46: "I’m waiting."

47: "You’re so beautiful."

48: "As you wish."

49: "You have no idea what you do to me."

50: "I've wanted this for so long."

51: "Can I touch you?"

52: "Open up."

53: "No strings attached."

54: "Again? Already?"

55: "Mine."

56: "Here?"

57: "Behave."

58: "What did you just say?"

59: "Good girl."

60: "Come here."

Fluff

61: "Just a few more minutes."

62: "I think I'm in love with you."

63: "I wish we could stay like this forever."

64: "Will you marry me?"

65: "You’re special to me."

66: "I’m going to keep you safe."

67: "Do you trust me?"

68: "Can I kiss you?"

69: "Can we cuddle?"

70: "It’s lonely here without you."

71: "I can’t stand the thought of loosing you."

72: "Shut up and kiss me already."

73: "Are you flirting with me?"

74: "You own my heart."

75: "I want to protect you."

76: "What's the matter?"

77: "You’re so beautiful."

78: "You smell good."

79: "This is why I fell in love with you."