#I’m smashing their faces together I need them to kiss to make my heart feel better

[m0llygunn]

help I’m feeling too much and I don’t know what to do with it AAAAAAAAAAA this is so so so sweet but like pain at the same time🥺😭

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR TWENTY THREE

in which you never make it past the stairs.

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, single use of 'Y/N', upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 5.4k+

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“Be honest with me, Eddie. Do you like her?” 

Eddie feels pathetic when all he can do is hum in response to Nancy’s voice over the line, mind moving in slow motion as looks down at you. You’re here, in his apartment and curled up on his couch. You’re here, and you’re his for twenty four hours, if he can just stop fucking it all up. 

He should have known the hum wouldn’t satisfy his best friend.

“No. I want a real answer,” she scolds, and he can imagine her frustrated scowl she wears as he gives her nothing. But he just feels defeated – he’s at a loss for words right now, “Don’t over think it – do you really like her?”

No. No, I do not just like her. I fucking love her. And I really shouldn’t, but I do, and I can’t change that. 

“I… I think I do.” 

“I just said to not think about it. It’s a yes or no question, Munson. Don’t… Fine, don’t be honest with me. Be honest with yourself. So I’m going to ask you one last time, and I recommend you don’t think about it, because every time you do, it seems like all you do is push her further away. Do you, Edward Munson, like Y/N?” 

“I do. I really fuckin’ do.”

More than Nancy could understand. More than even he understands. He likes you, more than just in the sense of what Nancy was referring to. He likes you as a person. He likes the way you challenge him, that you won’t take his shit. He likes the way you keep up with him even if you are motivated by a fire of hatred he’d built with his own two hands. He likes the way you clearly care about people, evident with how you treat everyone else. He likes the way you never cease to surprise him. He just… likes everything about you. Every single part of you he has been gifted with witnessing even when he’s undeserving, he fucking adores.

He never stood a chance. From the moment he first met you in that bar, it was always going to end this way for Eddie. All you had to do was lay your eyes on him, and his fate was sealed.

So, yeah. Eddie Munson likes you. Eddie Munson loves you. 

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HOUR TWENTY THREE - 3:00 PM

You don’t even make it outside the apartment building.

You make it down the hallway, sniffling the entire way and ignoring the curious glances from the neighbor that walks past you. Clearly, the entire building must have heard your fight with Eddie. They probably even heard the debauchery you two had taken part in on his balcony beforehand. 

They probably think you’re insane. You don’t really care. 

Once you enter the stairwell, it all becomes a bit too much. Your head is spinning as you take a few of the steps before you give up, dropping down to sit on one and succumbing to the dizzying feeling with your head between your knees. It’s a lot – Eddie has given you a plethora of information, too much to be able to stomach all in one go but necessary to offer you all at once. 

He always loved you. He’d felt it too, that first night. All your blooms and all your vines hadn’t been what gave you away, but instead his own garden that had begun. And instead of tending to it as you had been prepared to with your own, he’d gone and drowned it. He’d taken away any glimpse of sunshine and cut off all nutrients, tried to starve the thing inside of him away and burn it with unnecessary hatred. 

It was all so unnecessary. So, so unnecessary. 

The girl you once were isn’t something of the past. You were foolish to believe there was any separation – between who you were the first night and now, between who Eddie was that night and who he was as you left him behind. You’re both still the same people, still in the same position. 

You never stopped looking for Eddie in every room you entered. You never stopped biting your tongue at the thought of starting a conversation with him, never stopped aching to reach out for him even as he filled the ocean between you two. Every single date you’d gone on after meeting him had been a flurry of excuses. 

No, not excuses. Comparisons.

Every single person that had shown you interest in the last year had been subjected to a side by side comparison to the man you couldn’t have. To the man you thought you’d held in the palms of your hands for a night, only to have it all taken away so suddenly. None of them drank whiskey and coke. None of them wore rings on their knuckles that they would fidget with when nervous. None of them reacted when you’d stumble beside them, none of them ever offered to foot the bills of the dates they took you on. And every time you noticed these insignificant details, you’d only think of moments with a certain long-haired metalhead. 

You’d spent a year convincing yourself that there was only bad. Spent a year ignoring that nagging in the back of your head, when Eddie had been the worst fucking actor you’d ever met. He was right – his affection had seeped out time and time again, had reached out and wrapped around you like a warm blanket. Most of the time, it was your irritation that led to any arguments turning into true fights. 

You weren’t innocent in this. The blame is shared. You’d both been victims, time and time again, of absolute self-destruction. 

When your phone rings, you indulge yourself in the hope that it’s Eddie. 

It’s Steve.

“Hello-”

“What the fuck happened?” Steve cuts right to the chase, ignoring your greeting, “What the fuck does Eddie mean the bet is off?”

He’d called Steve. Obviously.

“It means the bet is off,” you feel a fresh wave of tears choke you up, “We didn’t last the full twenty four hours. We lost.”

Steve’s scoff echoes over the line, “You’re telling me that with not even two hours to spare, the two of you now find it to be a bit much? It’s been twenty two hours, nearly twenty three, what harm is there in a few mo-”

“A lot of harm, actually,” you cut him off this time, in no mood to be scolded like a child. None of them knew what had happened. None of them knew how everything had changed so drastically between you and Eddie, “I- I called it off. It was me. I’ll come up with the money for you guys, just give me a few weeks.” 

Do they know about Eddie’s feelings? Had you been the only one so oblivious to being caught up in a lie?

“Hold on, hold on,” Steve tries to soothe you, but it does nothing. When a sob escapes you, the dam finally breaking through, he grows even more panicked, “What the actual fuck happened?”

You don’t answer the question. “Can you come pick me up?” 

“I- Excuse me?”

“I need a ride,” you gasp out, swiping rapidly at your face to hide the evidence of your breakdown as you can hear someone walking up the stairs, “Can you- Christ, Harrington, can you just come pick me up?” 

More neighbors. More nosey glances. Fuck them. 

“No.” 

You almost think you heard Steve wrong. “What?”

“No, I will not be coming to pick you up.” 

“Why?” 

Your chest is aching with every sob you withhold. Trying to cling to composure, trying to cling to the fact that the worst was over. The wound could heal. The wound had to heal. 

“Tell me what happened,” Steve demands, “Tell me what the fuck has happened over the last twenty something hours, and I’ll come pick you up. But if you don’t tell me, I’m tossing my fucking keys in the canal and you can be  stuck with him for the rest of your life for all I care.” 

And therein lies the issue. You don’t want to tell him. Suddenly, you’re something animalistic, the memories of the last twenty three hours becoming something of such substance to you that you wouldn’t dare to part with them. You want to hold each moment, each stepping stone along this rocky path, close to your chest and swipe out at anyone who gets too close. You need to cradle them with care and dissect each one for your own sanity, picking apart all the times you were too blind to see the truth. 

You make your decision. The animal inside of you, hiding amongst vines of affection and blooms of hope, decides. “I can’t.” 

“You can’t, or you won’t?” 

You both know the clear distinction, and you can’t be bothered to care as your breathing finally evens, the sobs settling themselves down.

“I won’t.” 

It’s quiet for a while until you hear Steve finally laugh in disbelief. A sharp breath out at first, that grows more into a chuckle that you know pairs with him shaking his head.

“Jesus,” he whispers, “I… okay. I get it. I don’t know what the Hell went down, and I won’t force you to give me a play by play,” he pauses, and you can hear the but before he even says it. It stretches over that pregnant pause, silence only broken up by static from the phone line until he speaks again, “But you’ve got to give me something to work with here. Eddie randomly texts me that the bet is off and to tell the others, and then I call you just for you to start sobbing-“

“He only texted you?” you interrupt the plea, brows furrowing, “He just… He texted you and no one else? Did he call Nancy?” 

“What? No. I’m the only one who’s heard anything from him.” 

You stare at the wall across from you, gaze digging right into one of the cracks filled with dust.

Fuck it.

“He told me he loves me, Steve,” you begin to open up, prying that memory from the claws of the animal. It doesn’t go down without a fight, screeching as you say the words, protesting offering even the smallest of breadcrumbs to your friend. You don’t have to tell Steve everything — but you can tell him this. “He said he never really hated me, and that he loves me.” 

There’s nothing for Steve to say. You don’t know if it’s because they all really did know, saw what you couldn’t, or maybe if Eddie had already admitted this to the others. But in his honesty, he’d only mentioned Nancy knowing. And you’d seen the twist of his lips, the pinch of his eyes during that recount; you doubt anyone else knows. 

He’d been prepared to take this secret to the grave. To keep it, even from you.

“I liked him,” you admit in that quiet stairwell, almost forgetting Steve was on the other end of the line, “God, I- I just liked him so much that first night. I wanted to waste all my time getting to know him. I know you all saw it after he went cold.” 

How I searched for him in every room. How I’d always ask if he would be at functions. How I’d gravitate straight to him on the rare occasions he was there. 

You continue on, your animal within finally stopping its petulant protests. It seems to understand; there’s a balance to be found. Admitting this doesn’t mean losing Eddie. It could mean more, “Even when he started being a fucking asshole, I wanted him. I always thought I’d just get him out of my system one of these days, but I didn’t. Not even after tonight. I… I like him.” 

It’s not love. Not quite what Eddie had felt, because his plan had worked to some extent. You’d been held at an arm's length for so long, the like never had the chance to grow into love. 

“So go get him.” 

It’s the last thing you expected from Steve. “What?” 

“You like him. Present tense,” he parrots your words back to you with emphasis, “So go get him. You said he loves you, kid. And sure, there’s a lot to work through there, but the bet isn’t off yet. Texts can be deleted. I can take a few hours to come get you. Just…” you listen to his deep breath over the phone, letting his words settle within you, “What’s the worst that can happen? You guys hate each other? I think we’re a little past that now.” 

“Yeah,” you find yourself laughing, only half amused, “We are kind of past that.” 

What is the worst that can happen? 

“At the very least, tell him how you feel,” Steve continues on in such a calming tone, your chest clenches, “Because I’m sensing that you haven’t. Or else you wouldn’t be sitting on the phone crying to me, and Munson wouldn’t be impulsively texting me.” 

“It wasn’t that impulsive,” you hum, leaning your cheek against the cool railing beside you, still mulling over your options. Really, option. Singular. “I made it very clear that it was over.” 

Steve lets out a groan, and you smile despite yourself, “You sound like you just broke up with the poor dude without ever even dating.” 

“I kind of did.” 

“Then go fix it!” Steve’s exclamation makes you lift your head again, “He’s an asshole, okay? We can agree on that. He’s fucking dumb, and he’s an asshole, and he definitely isn’t some dreamboat in my opinion-“

“You know, I have a bone to pick with you there,” you’re already standing up, heading inclined towards the door you had just burst through, feet heavy as you try to dig within yourself for just a little bit of bravery, “Why the fuck would you say what you did that night? When I met him. You told him I’d never go for him.” 

“I didn’t think you would. I mean, you didn’t jump my bones when you met me, and I am a goddamn dream boat.” 

“Steve Harrington,” you take the first step, suddenly determined, “You’re a fucking idiot. I kind of hate you right now.” 

“More than you hate Eddie?” 

“So much more.” 

“Then go tell him that,”  Steve instructs as you take a few more steps, back up on the platform for Eddie’s floor already, “Make me the bad guy, I don’t care. Tell him he even gets a free punch.”

“I get a free punch first,” your free hand reaches out to grab the door, gripping but not pulling. Not yet, “We’ll see if you’re still such a dreamboat with a broken nose.” 

It’s all teasing, but Steve can tell your anger beneath it all is very real. It isn’t something all consuming or dangerous, but it is well deserved for what he’d put you and Eddie through. All with one little throwaway comment. 

“I deserve that,” he affirms, “I really, really deserve that. Scout’s honor that you’ll get your punch when I pick you up in… say, an hour?” 

You nod, and start to pull on the door, “See you in an hour, Harrington.” 

You hang up before he can say another word. There’ll be time for more scolding later, for more genuine conversation at the hand everyone had in all that went wrong. But for now, you only have one boy on your mind. 

And apparently, he’s in love with you. Has been for a long time.

You race down that hallway faster than you had when you’d left, determination throwing you forward with each step as you grow closer to apartment 2C. You raise your fist when you come face to face with Eddie’s front door, still terribly insistent and strangely brave, when suddenly — it opens up.

“I-“ you squeak out, fist still frozen and poised in the air. 

Eddie has never looked more frazzled. He’d been clearly running his hands through his curls, frizzing them up nearly comically. His eyes are red from tears, and if you look close enough, you can see an indent in his bottom lip from his teeth digging in.

Your eyes meet his, and all he can do is sigh your name. 

You take a few steps back, and he follows. You tell yourself you need the distance, because without it, you might throw caution to the wind and just kiss him again. That’s not what you came here to do – before you can ever kiss him again, before you can put not only yourself but him through that, you need to tell him. 

Your heart is ready to burst out of your chest, and you repeat Steve’s words over and over in your mind.

So go get him.

What’s the worst that can happen?

“I thought you were leaving.” 

His voice is a broken whisper, gravely from the tears he’s no doubt been succumbing to since your exit. You search his face for any sign that he might still be far away from you, still in his head, but all you can see is that he’s here. 

He’s here, with you, in this moment. 

“I never made it down the stairs,” your voice cracks terribly, croaky and shaking until you clear your throat, “I- Steve called me.” 

“I texted him. To let him know the bet is off.” 

“I know.” 

It’s awkward, but without ice. It’d be impossible not to be, even when every glance into his eyes just fills you with warmth.

There will be time to be angry later. With Steve, and with Eddie. One day, you’ll spare the time to mull over the way he continued to treat you even after his own personal revelation of how he loved you. You should pay more attention to it now, but every time your mind tries to go there, it just becomes overcast with what’s happened on this night. 

You can’t erase the past. Good or bad. Both exist, and both fuel you as you take one more step back and support yourself against the wall across from his door, just as you had when you’d first arrived twenty three hours before. 

Eddie takes several deep breaths before he follows you. You don’t have to say a word out loud; he’s completely in tune with you as he leaves his front door wide open and walks to stand beside you. Only then, when you’re both on the same side of the hallway, do you both slide down to sit on the floor. 

“We need to talk,” you sigh, watching the way your knee knocks into his. Gentle brushes, soft touches. There’s no room for any thorns here. Your vines have wrapped their way around not just you, but him as well, and there’s far too many flowers thriving along them to even think of such dangerous pricks to linger, “I know what I said. I know that I left. But…” But I can’t stay gone. I can’t let it end like this. I can’t do it, not like this. “I never made it past the stairs.” 

His shoulder bumps yours, forces you to look at him as he offers a sad smile. He can tell you're nervous, can tell that you’re the one who’s slipping away into their mind now. 

“Hey,” he says softly, “It’s just you and me. Just two people who hate each other’s guts, remember?” 

“Except we never did,” you remind him, finally looking down to pick at the frays of your jeans, “We never hated each other’s guts. And that’s… the issue? Maybe not issue. It’s not a problem to be solved. But, you were honest with me, and I think I need to be honest back.” 

I need to say more than just no.

“I like you, Eddie,” you finally spit out, craving relief from the admission. But it won’t come, not quite yet. Not until he hears your full truth, “I liked you from that very first night. I just- when I was in this room full of people I didn’t know, not well enough at least, you took one look at me and decided that you’d sit by my side. You’d be my friend. I don’t care how the night ended and I don’t care that you went back on your gut reaction,” you take a sharp breath, and finally relief finds you as you whisper, “You chose me. That very first night, you chose me. And I want to figure out how to get back to that, not pretending to hate each other.” 

You hold no expectations for how Eddie will react, especially given that your confession was seemingly less monumental than his, but his hand coming down on your knee surprises you all the same. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, and you believe it. There’s no hesitation in your belief this time. It goes without saying that you know he’ll probably spend the rest of his life sorry, trying to make up for the last year. 

You decide to put your hand over his, let your palm press into those knuckles before you move to slip your fingers between his, “I don’t want things to go back to normal. I just want us to be able to start over.” 

You catch his smile out the corner of your eye, “Yeah? That’d be pretty nice. Maybe this time I won’t be such a dick.” 

“And maybe this time I won’t throw a glass at your head,” you add, leaning into him a little, feeling his grip on your knee tighten with affection.

He shakes his head briefly before throwing it back against the wall, “I deserved that. When I deserve it, you are always welcome to throw a glass at my head.” 

“That’s an expensive way to deal with things.” 

“We’ll get the glasses from Goodwill.” 

Both of you are softly laughing when your head meets his shoulder. You should probably be talking more properly, but you don’t. You decide to just enjoy this time with him. You have an hour left.

When the door to the right of Eddie’s opens up, you both straighten up a bit, and you watch in real time as the embarrassed blush lights up across Eddie’s cheeks at the sight of his neighbor — Mr. Jenkins.

He pauses, and God you wish he hadn’t, because now your insides are turning with your own self-consciousness. He takes in the sight of you two, sitting out in the apartment building hallway, hands entertained and heads leaning on one another, and then he chuckles.

“Good. Glad you two kids figured it out. Now please, for the love of God, keep those activities private. Indoors. No more balconies.” 

Eddie has burned past pink, now a brilliant red. You’re surprised when a soft giggle escapes you, the ridiculousness of everything that has happened finally hitting you. Eddie turns his head to look at you with wild eyes, a silent scream of traitor before he faces the elderly man again.

He clears his throat, “Right. Uh, of course. Sorry, Mr. Jenkins.”

He grumbles a bit as he turns away from you two, still smiling as you can hear the faint “Yeah, yeah,” of his words.

The moment you two are alone again, you can’t help it — you burst into laughter.

Genuine and much needed laughter fills your lungs, expanding them beyond capacity as you finally let yourself just let go of the night. All the fights, all the stress, all the misunderstandings, and all the honesty seem to melt like butter from you, the tension leaving your soldiers for the first time in what feels like hours. You like him, you like him, you like him. No matter what happens after this, you like him. Just as you had that first night. Nothing can really take that from you; all the miniscule details can be worked out later. Any arguments and any fights that need to be had can be handled tomorrow. For today, you like Eddie Munson, and that’s enough.

“It’s not funny!” 

“Oh, it’s fucking hilarious,” you gasp out as Eddie gently slaps your shoulder, “That poor old man fully saw your dick.” 

“I’ll never be able to face him again,” Eddie deadpans. You don’t catch his adoring smile as you only laugh harder, “I’ll never be able to know peace in these halls again.”

You quiet down your giggles, taking your hand from his to swipe at the tears of joy that had gathered. Your stomach aches in the best way, finally, “Should’ve kept it in your pants, Munson.” 

“Says the minx.” 

It’s nice. Just as you had thought — there would be a time to laugh about it. And now, as your temple falls back against Eddie’s t-shirt and he snakes an arm around your back, is the best moment you can think of. 

The two of you let silence settle again. All you can hear is the other’s breathing, deep and calm and assured breaths that don’t whisper of any secrets or any panic. It’s peaceful; it’s absolute bliss. 

“God, I need a nap,” Eddie mumbles as he trails a finger in an insistent circle over your shoulder. Gentle and feathery light, repetitive enough to almost lull you to sleep, “How do other people do this shit?”

“I don’t know, but a nap sounds heavenly,” you nearly moan. You can picture it now, wrapping up in your usually mediocre comforter back in your dorm room, and your uncomfortable mattress has never been more romanticized.

Eddie stares at his open door for a second, thinking, “Is, uh, Harrington coming to get you?” 

You only nod against his shoulder.

“Did he tell the others that the bet is- or was- or-“

“No,” you laugh as he fumbles over the specifics, “He never told the others. As far as they know… We made it.” 

Eddie sighs in relief, “Oh, thank God. I did not want to have to pay any of those fuckers.” 

“They never would have let us live that down.” 

“Never.”

Another lapse of silence. There’s times where you think Eddie might get up, might hold out his hand for you to take and drag you into his apartment again. Maybe try and let you two squeeze one last nap in, considering the way you’re already half unconscious on his shoulder. But he never does. The two of you sit in the comforting silence of that hallway, backs pressed to the wall and bodies leaning into each other’s gravitational pull. 

Getting him was never really about having another hard conversation. Just making sure he knew that his feelings were returned, to remind him of the change that had happened within you over these last twenty three hours, was plenty enough for you. 

“Hey,” Eddie whispers. Neither of you have a clock, but you can both feel the time running out, “I, uh, want to say one last thing before this is all… over.” 

“What’s up?” you mumble into the material of his t-shirt. The one that your nose nearly turns and buries into, trying to enjoy that last bit of boy that has lingered after him since the beginning of the night. 

“I need you to know I didn’t tell you everything just for this to happen,” he begins to explain, “Like, I never loved you with the intent of being loved. I actually love you without ever expecting you to reciprocate, whether it’s embarrassingly admitting you have a crush on me-” one of your hands limply comes up to hit at his chest in a pathetic lack of strength, which makes him pause to chuckle, “-or if you came back here and said that you were… like, wildly in love with me. Or you could have even said you never really want to see me again. That was never the point.”

“What if I came back just to say I forgot something? Like, ‘oh, hey, I just forgot my chapstick’?” you’re nearly slurring your words in fatigue, but still smile at the thought of doing that just to fuck with him. 

“I’d probably lie and say that there’s not a single tube of chapstick in that apartment,” he admits, his palm now just cupping your shoulder, drinking in the privilege of touching and holding you this way as he gives it a squeeze, “And then I would have shut the door, and started searching like a mad man for that fucking chapstick, and never would have told you once I found it.” 

You snort, “Keeping my chapstick? Pervert.” 

You shift your head to just barely peer up at him, and you see those fucking dimples. You can’t believe there was a time where you didn’t notice those. 

“I’m serious, though,” he lets his smile falter just a bit, but those innocent indents don’t, “You could still say the word, tell me you don’t mean it and you don’t even like me in the slightest, and it’d be fine. No hard feelings, truly.” 

He’d just succumb to the terrible fight he’d been running from this entire time. From the moment he had met you. He’d succumb to his worst fear and let himself burn for you, even if you didn’t burn with him. 

“Eddie.”

“Hm?”

“Stop being such a fucking idiot,” you chastize as you lift your head from his should. His arm remains around you, not even slipping, “Stop trying to talk me out of liking you. It’s done – I like you. End of story.” 

His smile turns into something sad for a second, something almost sour, before it really does fall completely. Only the ghosts of those dimples remain for a moment in your memory. Suddenly, you get what he means. He isn’t trying to deter you, only remind you of what you need to consider.

It’s not just another moment of insecurity. 

You probably should be putting up more of a fight. All the damage done, both tonight and in the last year, can’t really be erased in the matter of an hour. It’s a whisper of it’s okay to take time to heal, a true white flag of surrender being waved from across his ocean. 

Vines, oceans, fires, glass walls – all of the metaphors have finally turned trivial. 

“I might need time,” you give in just a little bit, knowing it’s for the best, “I… I mean, everything can’t really change so quickly. Maybe we give it a few days. A few weeks, if we have to. We…” 

“Just spent twenty four hours together, and could use the time apart?” he ends your sentence for you in a joking tone, but you both know it’s true. 

The time apart would not only do you well, but answer the burning question on both your minds – does this last past tonight? 

Right now, you’re sure it does. But it’s possible you’ll return to your dorm room, that Eddie will spend some time in his apartment without you hovering around every corner, and that it could change. That is entirely possible. 

It’s something you almost need to mentally prepare yourself for. 

“Yeah,” you rasp out, almost choked back up at the reality of it all. You blame it on the lack of sleep, “Yeah, we could probably use some time apart.” 

Saying it out loud goes against every gut instinct you have. 

“Yep,” Eddie almost seems to also be gritting those words out, tongue almost more stubborn than yours, “Time apart. Just to think. Not… uh, not forever. Not unless we decide it needs to be.” 

You sound like you just broke up with the poor dude without ever even dating.

How many couples have had this exact conversation? How many have promised temporary time apart, only to never see each other again? 

It strikes a little bit of childish fear in you, but Eddie’s arm is still warm and heavy around your back, his palm rubbing up and down along your bicep as if he can sense all that doubt that you battle with. 

It’s okay. Leaving for now is not leaving forever. Besides, you once lived a life without Eddie Munson in it. You can live that once more, if needed.

You like him. You liked him that first night, and you like him now. You like to enter rooms and know his eyes seek you out, you like to know that every time he crosses your mind that there’s a possibility that you’re also plaguing his thoughts. Time, distance, and hatred have never been able to change that.

“I-” you start to say, more vulnerability metallic on your tongue and more honesty poised for his taking, when you’re both cut off by a familiar figure coming down the hallway. 

It’s not a neighbor, not another set of judgmental eyes. 

“Hey there, love birds. Glad to see you didn’t kill each other.”

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Weekly Recap | November 4th-10th 2024

I think we can all agree that last week was a bit of a rollercoaster? 🙃 At least we still have our emotional support gay firefighter show ❤️

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Good Luck Babe by jesuisici33/ @jesuisici33 (Post-S8E6: Confessions Coda | 1K | Teen): Buck nods. His own face still has that kicked puppy look. But he manages a smile. Even sad, Buck’s smiles light his face up. Eddie thinks he could never get tired of Buck’s smiles. “Why did you shave it off? I need a distraction. A happy one.” “I’m working on no longer denying myself fruit juice.” It’s Buck’s turn to open and close his mouth in confusion. “O…kay? I don’t know what that means.”

watch you win, watch you cry by wenttoafortuneteller (Post-S8E6: Confessions Coda, Pre-Buddie | 1K | Teen): Buck lets out a long, tired sigh and admits: “Tommy broke up with me.” “Oh,” Eddie says. He makes a conscious effort not to smile.

your shoulders brush (no proof, one touch) by farfromthstars/ @doeeyeseddie (S8E6: Confessions Coda, Pre-Buddie | 1K | General): “It’s not funny,” Buck whines. “I just thought– we have– were having a good time together. And he’s been so great through the whole figuring myself out, he made me feel so, um, so secure in my sexuality, you know?” “Well, you’re not any less bisexual if you’re not dating him,” Eddie shrugs. “So I guess he didn’t feel the same way, then?” “Kind of?” Buck turns on the couch and pulls one of his legs up. His knee nudges Eddie’s thigh, and Eddie is suddenly very aware that he’s not wearing pants.

ode to a conversation by markofalover/ @markofalover (Post-S8E6: Confessions Coda, Getting Together 3K | Explicit): “He was right to break it off, because—Josh asked if I thought about him when he wasn’t around, and if his concerns and happiness were important to me, if I saw a future, and, Eddie, I—” “Buck,” Eddie cuts through again, and this time Buck listens. Closes his mouth and stares at him with big blue eyes, and Eddie. Eddie’s heart is in his mouth. It’s right in front of him. “Come here.”

It’s Always Been You by scarmaddiewrites (S8, Getting Together, PWP | 3K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie travel to Texas to pick up Chris and run into some issues, all leading to them finally getting together.

ode to joy by signetsealed/ @gayeddieagenda (Post-S8E6: Confessions Coda, PWP | 3K | Explicit): “Okay,” Buck says. "Let's do that.” Eddie frowns. “Do what? Dance?” “Sure,” Buck says. “That, or whatever else you were thinking of doing. We can…be joyful.”

i must confess, i’m in love with my own sins by inbetweenthestacks/ @organizedstardust (S8E6: Confessions Spec | 3K | Teen): “I just want it to be easy, you know? I don’t want to have to think about if I’m acting the right way or saying the right thing. I just want to have a-a person. I want someone that wants to stand next to me. I want to know someone is always gonna pick me, no matter what, they’ll have my back. Like how it is with—“ he stops short. Buck, he almost says. Like how it is with Buck. — Eddie goes to confession and has a few revelations.

lock me down tonight by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (PWP, Getting Together | 4K | Explicit): Buck grabs the bathroom door, but freezes before he can open it more than an inch. Because Eddie is in the shower, but he’s not crying. Eddie is standing with one arm braced against the tiled wall, turned away from the door. The shower spray cascades over his muscled back and the curve of his ass. His other hand is wrapped around his cock.

"What the fuck, make your move." by dylaesthetics (Post-S8E6: Confessions Coda, PWP | 4K | Explicit): When Buck smashes their mouths together, Eddie forgets how to breathe. Then, he isn’t all that interested in basic human necessities such as that. He thinks, at the bottom of Maslow's hierarchy of needs instead lie Kissing Buck, Making Buck moan, and Trying not to come in my briefs. ~ OR Eddie is Buck's last.

Thankful for You by scarmaddiewrites (S8, BT Break-Up, Pre-Buddie): The one where Buck plans Thanksgiving dinner at his place and then breaks up with his boyfriend.

Take The Bitter With The Sweet by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Ravi POV, Gettign Together | 5K | Teen): No one thought to brief Ravi on the Buckley-Diaz situation when he finally joins the 118. Spoiler, it goes about as well as a car crash.

first and last by hispolestar (Post-S8E6: Confessions Coda | 6K | Explicit): And suddenly, like Eddie summoned him, Buck is standing in front of his door. Eddie’s not sure if this indicates that God is real, because He saw Eddie’s quest for joy, or if it’s just Evan Buckley. It’s probably the latter.

The Only Truth by phdmama/ @phdmama (Magic AU, Getting Together | 6K | Explicit): Eddie says, “I fucking hate you.” At least, that’s what Eddie intends to say, because he means it, in that moment he absolutely means it, having just watched Buck rappel four stories down a burning building and hit the ground eight seconds ahead of the roof caving in. What comes out instead is, “I fucking love you.” Luckily, just as he had opened his mouth, the roof had, in fact, collapsed, which caused a lot of commotion and noise and whatnot, and Eddie’s words, his very strange and unintended words, get lost in the mayhem. Huh, Eddie thinks as his body moves on autopilot, racing across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. That was weird.

a night in early october by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Post-S5, Getting Together | 6K | Mature): Buck comes home from an extra shift, and Eddie makes him dinner.

sweet talk with a hint of sin by justhockey (Post-S8E6: Confessions Coda, Getting Together, PWP | 7K | Explicit): He doesn’t want to stop; he doesn’t even want to slow down. He wants this, here, for the rest of his life. And he’s past wondering if he deserves it, past thinking he isn’t good enough for a man like Buck, past being scared of the love that lives inside of him. He wants Buck selfishly, wants him greedily, and if he’s willing to give himself over to Eddie, then Eddie isn’t a selfless enough man to say no. He isn’t strong enough to deny himself such joy. “Need you,” Eddie begs. “Please, Buck. Please.”

said that i was fine, said it from my coffin by justhockey (Post-S7, BT Break-Up, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Buck leans in so close that Eddie can feel his breath on his cheek when he asks, “Hey, are you sure you’re alright?” “I’m fine,” Eddie lies. And it doesn’t matter that he feels like he’s dying. Like the version of himself that he’s always been is suddenly a stranger to him - just a mask he’d spent his entire life hiding behind, without ever even realising he was wearing it. It doesn’t matter that Eddie is…that he’s gay. Because he knows - as surely as he knows that the sun will rise again tomorrow - that the only person he has ever, and will ever, truly love is Buck. And Buck isn’t his to love.

don’t mention any other name (that doesn’t sound like mine) by bandshirts (Post-S7, Getting Together | 9K | Mature): Or, Eddie flirts with a man at a gay bar. Buck is totally normal about it. (Spoiler: he’s not.)

so only say my name (it will be held against you) by bandshirts (Post-7x04, Getting Together | 10K | Explicit): Or, Buck accidentally says Eddie’s name during sex, figures out some things about himself, and finally gets the right guy this time.

WIP

wicked dreams by hispolestar (Post-S7, BT Break-Up, Eddie Sexuality Crisis, Getting Together | 3/9 | 14K | Explicit): Eddie’s trouble starts with a dream. Well, it actually starts much earlier, when he runs into a woman who is the literal carbon copy of his dead wife. Or, alternatively it starts with a lightning bolt. Or a sniper. Or a firetruck. Or a car crash. Or, realistically, a grenade embedded in a seventh-grade teacher’s leg. It starts with blue eyes, broad shoulders and a tenacity that shocks Eddie to his very core. But right now, Eddie’s trouble starts with a dream. ~ Eddie, alone and confused, is navigating Christopher's extended stay in Texas, while also grappling with feelings he's been repressing for seven years. Buck, who misses Chris dearly, is struggling under Gerrard and his boyfriend's dismissive attitude. In the wreckage of their lives, they find each other.

I guess your mama didn't know the gift she got when she got you by disasterbuck/ @disasterbuck (Post-S7, Fake Relationship | 5/? | 10K | Teen): "He has someone else he can go to," Eddie said automatically, Buck's smiling face flashing into his mind. "Your friend Buck doesn't count," she said dismissively, and Eddie felt his hackles rising defensively. "I'm talking about a partner, Eddie. Someone who will commit to being with you and Christopher for the rest of your lives." "Buck is committed," Eddie said before he could think about what he was saying. "He's not going anywhere." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "When you say committed…" she asked hesitantly, voice trailing off. - Tired of his mom's nagging, Eddie tells a lie that spirals wildly out of control.

Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 7/? | 44K | Explicit): In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path.

& such by colonoscopys/ @colonoscopys (81K | Teen): prompts and spec fics and codas and all the works jumbled mumbled into one place.

Chapter 20: GAY EDDIE REAL (1K)

Podfic

🔥[podfic] a night in early october by half_bakedboy/ @half-bakedboy // fic by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Post-S5, Getting Together | 30-45min | Mature): Buck comes home from an extra shift, and Eddie makes him dinner.

Re-read

woke up the girl who looked just like you, i almost said your name by rarakiplin (gmontys)/ @hoediaz (S5, Out Eddie, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): Or, five times Eddie dates a guy a little too similar to Buck, and one time he dates the real deal.

[tightjeansjavi]

And They Were Roommates | drabble

“hazy shades of you” aka: weed…idk

A/N: when I tell you that these three have been living in my head rent fucking free…💀 there are so many fun and smutty scenarios that I can do for them and it’s so much fun! Big kisses for @syd-djarin for another BEAUTIFUL moodboard, and @sinsofsummers for betaing 💗

word count: 1.1k

Summary: Joel and Logan take care of you on the couch after they ✨beat✨ your pussy 🫶🏻

Pairing | Joel Miller x Logan Howlett x f!reader

Warnings: smut, pussy pronouns, m/m, mmf, language, throuple, dubious consent given the use of marijuana, +18 minors dni!

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The wet sound of lips meeting in a chaste kiss echo behind you. The couch pillows have found their way to the floor in a smashed down heap, and you’re unsure where your discarded panties ended up…but your hunch leads you to believe that Logan secretly stashed them away in the back pocket of his jeans (for safekeeping, obviously).

Your thighs feel sticky, glued together with perspiration, and the remnants of Joel and Logan painting your skin in ropes of their seed, marking you, as always.

“Think she’s up for round five?” Logan murmurs against Joel’s lips, nipping playfully at the lower one, catching the soft skin and tugging—gently, earning an appreciative growl from the other man.

“Mmm…ain’t too sure about that, Howlett. Think she’s pretty fuckin’ beat.” He cards his fingers through Logan’s hair, twisting them through the endearing cowlicks that resemble cat ears, and tugs him in further—always yearning for more.

“You guys beat my pussy like it was your personal fucking mission. I can still feel her pulsing, and I’m not even sure if I have a clit attached to my body anymore.” You hoarsely joke, leaning forward from your spot between the two men on the couch to grab your jar of weed and rolling papers.

“Don’t be so dramatic, sweetheart.” Logan says teasingly, and curves his hand around Joel’s hip, pulling him into his lap with ease. “S’fine by us if you need a break. I think we can keep ourselves occupied.”

“Lemme roll this real quick, and then by the time I’m done, I’ll be ready for another poundin.’” You glance over your shoulder briefly at your men, a smile playing on your lips at the sight of them indulging in pleasure freely; it warms your heart and sends a spark shooting from the top of your spine, settling deep between your thighs.

“Mmm…” The Wolverine hums in appreciation, lulling his head to the side to give Joel easier access to his neck, and so that he could watch you with a lazy grin plastered on his flushed face. “Take your time, babygirl. Miller here is just gonna keep acting like a cock thirsty slut, anyway. And who could blame—”

“Yeah? That’s what I am?” Joel said with a snort under his breath, nudging Logan’s pulse point with the tip of his prominent nose before he pulled back slowly so he could look at his face.

“That’s right, bub.” He chuckles and diverts his gaze back to his lover straddling his hips, leaking cocks pressed together in this position, “ya heard me the first time, didn’t ya?” His brows rose suggestively, and his eyes drifted southwards.

“As if you don’t want me to shove my cock down that pretty throat of yours again, baby.” Joel rasped, closing the small gap between him and Logan with a searing kiss and trailed his fingers from his hair down to the bristle on his jaw, tilting his head upwards with the back of his knuckles. He rolled his hips forwards, easing the building tension between them.

“Fuck.” Logan sighs into the kiss, tightening his grip around Joel’s hip, nails bruising the skin there. “Thas’ it. Keep doing that.”

“Like this?” Joel rolls his hips again, experimenting with this new position freely, and he feels his ego swell from Logan’s unconditional praise falling from his lips between kisses.

“Yeah, bub. That’s perfect. Fucking—perfect. Gonna make me cum…again.” He growls.

“Goddamn. Y’all are fuckin’ nasty.” You chide playfully, squeezing your thighs together to try and relieve the building tension—those motherfuckers.

Your fingers were trembling by the time you finished rolling your joint, and just as you were reaching for the lighter along the coffee table, two pairs of hands were caressing you and easing your back against the couch.

“Boys, please.” You pleaded, “let me relax for five minutes, okay?”

Your lips pucker around the joint tucked there safely, but it dips down when you feel Joel’s lips brush against your neck on one side, and Logan’s following suit on the other.

“Babygirl, you are relaxing, see?” Logan says with a warm chuckle. “Let us take care of ya for a little, okay? We’ll be nice and gentle with her.” His eyes flick down to your pussy fondly, his fingers flexing in low-energy restraint.

Simultaneously, Joel’s lips trail down the expanse of your throat, kissing along your collarbone until you feel the hot press of his tongue lathing against your bare nipple, and one hand drifting down between your thighs, gently prying them apart at his leisure. His hand wraps around the meat of your thigh, gently draping it across his lap. “Baby, Logan and I jus’ can’t help it. We always wanna play with you.”

“Fuck me.” You let out a sigh through your nose, feeling your back melt further into the couch when Logan drapes your other thigh across his lap, exposing you completely to their wandering hands. “Just not too much, okay? She really did take a serious beating by you both.”

“Oh, honey…we know.” Logan chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of your head when you naturally lean into him. “Just some gentle pets is what we’re gonna give her. Ain’t that right, bub?”

“Mhm. Nothing but the best for our girl and her pretty, bruised pussy. We’re gonna take extra good care of her.”

“God, I don’t know what I did to deserve you both, but I love you, seriously. Mind grabbing the light for me while you’re at it?” You gestured to the forgotten lighter on the table, and Logan was already reaching for it with his free hand. He pressed down on the spark wheel to ignite the flame, bringing it to the unlit end of your joint with ease.

The gesture was inherently intimate;your eyes met and you shifted closer towards him just as Joel’s fingers brush through the tuft of curls, playing with them endearingly.

You took a sharp inhale of smoke, holding it in your mouth as Logan leaned in and kissed you deeply, inhaling the smoke at the same time while his fingers dip down, spreading your inner lips open slowly.

“She’s so pretty, ain’t she?” Joel murmurs in awe when his eyes focus intently at the way that your pussy pulsed from even the lightest touches. His fingers had barely touched your sensitive clit, and you were already lurching forward, whimpering pathetically into Logan’s lips.

“The prettiest.” Logan hummed in agreement.

And for the next hour, and well after the joint that was pursed prettily between your lips had been enjoyed between the three of you, your boyfriends continued to gently tend to you, and your pussy. Coaxing orgasm after orgasm washing over you with just their fingers alone, and creating an even bigger mess between your thighs. And well, good dogs always lick their bowl clean, ain’t that right, bub?

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gemtho prompt: Bdubs has had enough of gem and etho being Totally Normal about each other and is ready to smash them together like making dolls kiss…luckily Bdubs is a handsome tall genius and has a foolproof plan to get the two to finally just fuck already

I'm sorry you sent this so long ago ;__; I'm back writing more weird RPF threesome vibes!

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“Took you long enough to text,” Gem says, hands on the hem of her shirt, ready to pull it up over her head.

She makes it two steps into the hotel room before the man at the window turns and Gem realizes it’s not who she’s expecting.

“You’re not John,” she says, freezing in place, her stomach dropping in mortification.

She lets go of her shirt and lurches backward unsteadily.

The man looks shocked to see her, and she’s not surprised. She’s just let herself into his room without even knocking.

“I’m so sorry,” she quickly apologizes, taking another step away, feeling the door at her back. “I must’ve been given the wrong keycard.”

But Bdubs was the one who gave her the card himself. He’d kissed her in the parking lot, had groped her ass like he couldn’t wait for more, and had told her he’d message her once he was back from obligations and ready for a night together.

She fumbles for the door handle, face burning.

“So sorry,” Gem repeats to try to save herself.

“Gem,” the man says, and the twisting in her stomach gets worse.

But Gem pauses, knuckles aching as she grips the door, eyes fixed on the man across from her.

There’s a flush on his face, too, and it stands out stark against his pale complexion.

“Hi, Gem,” he says in a voice so familiar that she’s glad she’s holding onto something.

“What the fuck?” she asks, tongue feeling clumsy, too big for her mouth, and the man takes a couple of steps toward her.

Closer, she can see the earnestness in his blue eyes. She can also see how he has a few freckles across his face, how he has a notch in his eyebrow from a small scar.

His face shape is different from what she’s always imagined, his mouth thinner, eyes a little further apart, and when he offers her a tentative smile, it’s clear he’s never had braces.

“Etho?” she asks, heart racing, and he nods, just once.

“Hey,” he replies softly and he sounds just like he does on the server — of course he does — but it seems strange without a layer of separation between them.

She swallows and can’t get her hand to relax enough to let go of the handle so she stays exactly where she is.

“Are you hooking up with Bdubs, too?”

It slips out before she can stop it and she sees the exact moment Etho understands, his eyes widening.

He doesn't know about them; Bdubs hasn't told him about her.

“This is his room,” she quickly adds, hoping he’ll have mercy. “He gave me the key.”

Etho’s expression shifts. “This is my room,” he tells her. “Bdubs lives fifteen minutes from here.”

Gem did not know that. Her stomach sinks.

“Oh god,” she says, realizing what’s happening.

Bdubs set her up. He texted her knowing Etho was in the room.

“Where is he?” Etho asks and Gem swallows.

“I have no idea. He said he would be here.”

Etho's gaze drops, for just a brief moment, to the hem of her shirt, as though he’s remembering the way she’d been holding onto it, ready to pull it over her head.

He's kind enough not to call her out, not to make her feel even worse about the situation, but there's no doubt they both know what she was there for.

He looks at her again and Gem has to blink away. She needs to do something.

From the pocket of her pants, she pulls out her phone.

It's blinking with an unread message from Bdubs.

Don't waste the opportunity and don't say I don't do anything for you.

“I'm gonna kill him,” Gem whispers at the same time that her phone suddenly lights up with a call.

Of course it’s Bdubs.

She sends him directly to voicemail without hesitation, tucking her phone back into her pocket and looking over at Etho.

“He’s trying to — ” she starts, pausing at the sound of tinny ringing from across the room.

Etho glances over at the nightstand and Gem realizes it's his phone ringing now. He steps over to it without a word, sparing Gem a look before answering, which tells her everything she needs to know.

“Hey, Bdubs,” he says, turning, as though maybe wishing he didn’t have to take the call in front of her. But that’s his own fault for catering to Bdubs’ every whim and answering in the first place. “Yeah, she’s — Very — Yes, probably.”

She’s only getting one side of the call, but she can guess what Bdubs is asking — Is Gem there? Is she mad? Is she threatening to find Bdubs and murder him?

But eventually, Etho turns back toward her, watching Gem as he listens to Bdubs, and after a long moment he holds the phone out.

“He wants to talk to you.”

Gem doesn’t want to talk to him, but she also knows when to pick her battles.

She takes the phone.

“What?” she answers brusquely, which Bdubs seems to expect.

“Tay, I’m sorry, but if I’d told you he’d be there, you wouldn’t have shown up.”

“You don’t know that,” she lies, but he’s right.

He lets out a breath, like he knows, but isn’t going to argue.

“Why didn’t you tell him either?”

“For the exact same reason,” he laughs. “You guys are weirdly similar.”

“We’re both sane,” she grunts. “What did you think would happen?”

“Maybe that the sexual tension would sweep you both away.”

“There’s no — ” Gem starts, catching herself before saying it aloud, but Etho meets her gaze. “That’s not a thing.”

As though he hasn’t heard her, Bdubs continues.

“You’d call me after a sex-fueled weekend, thanking me for my service and begging for — ”

“I’m going to hang up,” she warns, face burning, and Etho tilts his head, an unspoken question.

She glances away, listening to the sound of Bdubs’ laughter in her ear.

“I thought you two would actually enjoy meeting,” Bdubs says honestly, voice gentle and no longer mocking. “He doesn’t shut up about you, you know.”

Gem’s gaze darts back to Etho, surprised, and he raises his brows questioningly. She shakes her head, pretending it’s nothing.

“I haven’t figured out if it’s a crush,” Bdubs continues. “But I’ve never seen him this way before.”

Gem’s face feels even hotter now.

“Okay, sure,” she says. “Good luck with that.”

“He'd be good to you. Better than me, anyway,” Bdubs tells her, but Gem doesn’t answer, just holds the phone back out to Etho.

He takes it, but watches her.

“What did he say?”

“Nothing good,” she grunts, watching him bring the phone back up to his ear.

“Bdubs?”

Gem doesn’t pay attention to them this time, thoughts spinning wildly. Bdubs might be wrong, but the possibility of Etho having a crush does wonders for her self-esteem.

She stares at Etho, feeling off-balanced, and when his gaze flicks down to her, it feels like enough to knock her over.

She takes a step back, nudging into the door and letting it keep her steady.

Etho’s nodding — like he thinks Bdubs can see — but she has no idea what Bdubs might be saying to him now.

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly. “I will.”

Gem takes a breath, watching Etho end the call and toss his phone onto the bed.

“What did he say?” she echoes, too curious for her own good, and Etho wipes his palms on his thighs, like maybe he’s sweating.

“He said you’re in town until Sunday.”

It’s not a lie. Her flight back home leaves before noon.

She nods in confirmation, just to give him something.

“He said that you’re not exclusive and that I should take you to dinner.”

The plan with Bdubs had been sex and pizza, but she supposes her schedule is wide open now. Or in her wildest fantasy, she could just trade Bdubs with Etho and keep the same plan.

“Bdubs can say whatever he wants,” she agrees. “He always does.”

“Are you?” he asks and Gem frowns.

“Am I what?”

“Exclusive.”

“Bdubs is married,” Gem laughs. “We can’t be exclusive.”

“Doesn’t stop you from wanting it,” Etho says, more understanding than she expects.

But she shakes her head.

“Not exclusive,” she confirms.

Etho stares down at her, gaze darting around her face.

“Go to dinner with me,” he says eventually and Gem’s stomach flips.

“Is that what you want, or are you just doing what Bdubs tells you to?”

Etho takes a step toward her. “What I want.”

Gem swallows, nodding before she even realizes she’s doing it.

“Bdubs is going to be insufferable about it,” she warns and Etho shrugs.

“Bdubs is insufferable anyway,” he says. “Might as well make it worth it.”

Gem laughs, surprised, delighted, tentatively hopeful.

“Okay,” she agrees. “Let’s do it.”

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The Night is Far Too Long Without You ~ Jude Jazza (POV) x Reader

A little something I made for @judejazza a little while back because soft Jude

Jude Jazza x Reader Genre: light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff WC: 682

Another day passes and my head is filled with thoughts of you once again as I try to drink enough to get to sleep. I know I’d sent you away. Your month was up, you were meant to live in the light, not be tainted by my darkness; and yet I can’t seem to stop the ache in my heart when I remember your smile, your laugh, your voice.

I throw back the rest of my drink, roughly thumping the glass onto the table before moving to the window and finding a bright star you’d pointed out one night while we were cuddled together. It was your star now, at least in my mind. I would look to it whenever I needed reassurance that there was a chance we were doing something together. We could possibly be looking at the star at the same time.

I light a cigarette, eagerly inhaling the dark smoke and letting it pervade my body. I’m mad at myself and that has turned into being angry with the world. Why couldn’t I just tell you the truth. Why couldn’t I tell you that I selfishly wanted to keep you by my side for the rest of your life and never let you go despite knowing what would be best for you is anything but me.

A quiet knock at the door made the anger boil just a little hotter. Can’t even get a moment’s peace in the middle of the night now could I.

I stalk over to the door and throw it open, freezing in my tracks, eyes wide.

“Fuck, I’m hallucinating.”

I close the door again and shake my head attempting to clear the fog. Another set of knocks followed by the sound of a voice calling my name fills my ears and I can feel my lifeless heart roaring back to life as I once again open the door and find you standing there.

“What are you doing here?” I grumble, trying desperately to keep my excitement down, to keep my hopes from rising on the chance that you’re here to smash them down.

“Ellis told me everything, Jude.”

God I missed the sound of your voice saying my name, I hardly processed what you’d said, instead focusing on the way just seeing your face, the way you awkwardly fidget with your sleeves and chew on your lower lip.

“I missed you so much, and when he told me that you had become miserable since I’d left I had to come back, I needed—!”

I cut off your words with a firm kiss, pulling you into my arms and clinging tightly to you. I could feel emotions choking my throat—an entirely unfamiliar experience in my adult life. Is this real? Am I dreaming? I honestly don’t care, I just know I have you in my arms, my lips on yours and your soft moans flooding my ears and making everything stir to life.

“I was an idiot.” I say, finally releasing you from the kiss. Your lips are swollen and wet from my ravenous attack but the intense hope in your eyes breaks the last of my restraint.

Between kisses I tell you how angry I was with myself for pushing you away. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off you, trying to memorize every curve and line of your body in case this dream was to end abruptly.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, breath heavy and panting as I pull you into my room and shut the door behind me.

I lead you over to the couch by the window and marvel at the sight of you once again in my room with the silver moonlight framing you like the most delicate painting.

Never again, I vow to myself. I will never again push you away.

I settle onto the couch and you don’t hesitate to curl up beside me, resting your head against my chest and moving my arm to drape across you.

I hear the contented sigh you breathe out and I finally feel at peace again.

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Let’s Do The Time Loop Again

Based on this post

wc: 1.1k || rating: T || cw: vague reference to suicide, mention of violence and injury || ship: Ronance || summary: Robin is stuck in a time loop. S4 AU || ao3

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It should have been a simple thing. After all, she was supposed to be Smart with a capital S. Instead, they’d been having this same conversation every day for six months and the urge to strangle her was at an all time high. Still. At least the outcome was known now.

“Oh my god, I’m not into Steve!” Robin yelled, throwing her hands up in frustration. “You act like you’re so in-love with him but I really just think it’s because you can’t handle the fact that your first love is moving on and you can’t figure out how to break up with your boyfriend whom you no longer love!”

Other days, they’ve sat and talked about that. Nancy would reveal that she doesn’t miss Jonathan as much as she thought she should. That being apart was becoming easier every day. That she had her own goals in life and she couldn’t see a future with anyone who tried to limit her ambition or otherwise acted like an impediment, intentionally or otherwise.

Most days, however, it ended with Robin nudging Nancy to the news article she needed to make her discovery while dealing with the prickly girl feeling uneasy about Robin’s relationship with her ex-boyfriend.

Sometimes she told her the truth about herself, other days she simply denied it all like her first time before she got stuck, and other times she just got fed up and left. There was one thing she had never done before, however, and watching Nancy’s bitchy little face as she didn’t seem to fully accept that Robin and Steve weren’t a thing was the last straw.

Huffing a harsh breath, Robin reached out and tangled her fingers in Nancy’s hair as she pulled the girl towards her and smashed their lips together.

Honestly, she was expecting Nancy to push her away, maybe even slap or straight up punch her. It’s what Vickie had done more than once when Robin had first tried to make it work between them during all this, first tried to show Vickie that she could be a better boyfriend than her actual boyfriend. Before she had to finally admit that her infatuation wasn’t some great love story, that she and Vickie weren’t meant to be together, and she had to let her go.

Vickie had never fully accepted it anyways, accepted them, not even when Robin had tried to express her love and admiration with flowers and chocolates and the knowledge of the world’s imminent destruction. (The last part had probably been too much, all things considered.)

Instead, Nancy tensed momentarily, shocked and confused and frozen at the sudden action, and then she kissed back. A small gasp left her, which allowed Robin to slip her tongue in, and goodness, Nancy Wheeler was a fantastic kisser. When Robin finally (reluctantly) pulled back, Nancy’s eyes were closed, her head tilted slightly up, lips softly parted and pink.

When she finally blinked her eyes open, she stared dazedly at Robin. It was Robin’s turn to tense, to prepare to flee, even if she knew she’d be right back here as soon as Vecna killed her later, or on the off-chance this was one of the times they defeated him, when she woke up the next morning in the last.

She had thought, at the beginning, that it would all be over if they managed to defeat Vecna/Henry/One, but then they did, and then Robin was waking back up to the day Dustin stormed into Family Video to find Eddie. She was so tired of watching her friends die. She’d still sometimes have nightmares of watching Steve be beaten to death beneath Starcourt, of watching the light and life leave his eyes, his heart stop beating against hers.

It was so much worse watching it happen in reality. Steve, Nancy, Dustin, Eddie, Max, Lucas, even little Erica…she’d watched them all die over and over again and she had no idea why. Why she was the only one aware of what was happening. She had even tried to stop it herself, had taken herself out of the equation hoping that maybe that would release everyone else, but it never did.

“Oh.” Nancy’s cheeks slowly reddened as she looked up at Robin. Then, her lips slowly curled into a small smile. “Oh,” she repeated quietly, like everything was suddenly coming together in her mind. She let out a soft chuckle, then she reached out and lightly brushed her fingers over Robin’s. “Can we…discuss this later? After everything?”

Robin smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. She knew that there wasn’t a later, or an after. There was only an again.

She agreed though, and Nancy listened to her about where she should look in the records, and things continued on like normal. Nancy kept asking her opinion on things, however, which allowed Robin to steer things much more easily to one of the better outcomes. It was hard work, and it wasn’t without problems or injury, but they managed to save Max, save Eddie, saved everyone, and even defeated Vecna for good. Again.

She wondered sometimes why she still tried so hard, why she didn’t just curl in a ball and ignore everything, but she loved her friends too much for that. Loved Nancy too much for that, even though she knew that Nancy would never be able to return her feelings. Not when, in a few hours, Nancy would forget any of this had ever even happened.

“We did it,” Nancy breathed, fierce triumph in her eyes as she clutched Robin’s hand in a tight grip, bruised and bloodied but alive. For now. Robin turned to look at her, at the tear tracks down her grimy face even as she smiled, and Robin knew she was thinking about Barb, thinking that she had finally been avenged. For now.

“We did it,” Robin agreed, and she wanted to cry too. It wasn’t the best outcome they’d ever had before. Eddie had still been attacked by demobats, but he survived, if barely. Max still had broken limbs, but she wasn’t the final victim. Steve probably had another concussion, but he was breathing. Erica had a broken arm too, Dustin a broken ankle, and Lucas had just barely managed to avoid being shot but…the gates wouldn’t open this time. But there was always next time.

There was always a next time.

Nancy looked at her, and though she still seemed unsure about everything, she looked like she at least finally had the answer she was searching for. Robin knew how much it had hurt Steve when he thought Nancy was cheating on him, knew it wasn’t fair to Jonathan, but she also knew that whatever happened today didn’t count. It would only be her own heart breaking.

Robin, knowing this, drew Nancy towards her without her usual awkwardness, startling the other girl. She then leaned in to kiss Nancy again and let herself pretend, just for now, just for a little while, that everything was finally over.

Maybe, tomorrow, she’d kiss Nancy again too.

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Disclaimer: this has originally been posted as a reblog to the linked post, but to make it easier on myself I am simply reposting it as its own thing with some edits.

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Hostage tag: @derythcorvinus

Tagged because mention of interest: @absentminded001

[freckles-things]

Can you do a writing where Derek Morgan takes care of the reader whenever she has really bad period cramps?. I think it would be so sweet and fluffy to read. He could call her babygirl ❤️

Something Domestic

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Summary: What happens when Derek comes home after a full day of work, finding you curled up and in pain?

Warnings: mentions of period and blood as well as pain.

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Opening the door to your flat, Derek was surprised to find it dark and quiet. Usually, as long as you were home, there was always some source of light, the smell of scented candles, which often times also were the source of light, and some kind of noise. Sometimes you’d play music or the sounds of the TV could be heard as well as the soft sounds of you cooking or doing something else. Maybe you’d already gone to sleep. Unlikely going by the time, but not impossible. You usually made a point of staying awake as long as you knew he was coming over, which in todays case you did. He didn’t expect you to nor was he disappointed that you weren’t still awake, but it was still unusual.

Derek gently toed off his shoes and hung up his jacket by the door, quietly placing his work bag in the living room. Approaching the door to your bedroom, he quietly opened it. As soon as he laid eyes on you, a frown appeared on his face. You weren’t sleeping peacefully like he had expected you to. Instead you were curled around your midsection, body tense and face buried into your pillow. Definitely not a sleeping position.

You only turned your head once you felt his big, warm hand smooth over you hair and blearily blinked at him, just to find him kneeling on the floor next to your head. His heart broke as his eyes studied your face, taking in your tear streaked cheeks. His hand continued to soothingly thread through your hair while he moved his own face a little closer to you, making sure to study every single expression.

„What’s wrong, Babygirl?“, he softly cooed at you.

„I started my period today“, you croaked back, feeling a little ridiculous to make a fuss about it. But your body hurt - the day had started with a blazing headache and had been followed by cramps that had forced you to double over.

„Hurts“, you added in a small voice, the tears you’d shed clearly heard in the way your voice wavered a little.

„I’m sorry you feel this poorly, Sweetheart“, Derek murmured against your skin before pressing his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss. His hand found its way down your back, gently rubbing over your lower back and coming to rest over your stomach.

„How about I run you a hot bath to relax and help with the cramps?“ He only moved towards the bathroom to run said bath after you had nodded slowly. A few minutes later he came back to help you out of bed and towards the bathtub. Warm and gentle hands carefully helped you out of your clothes, not commenting on the fact that you had bled through them since you hadn’t been able to move for hours, before assisting you with stepping into the bath. The room smelled like lavender and sandalwood, the smell of your favourite relaxing Epsom Salts, and the water had the perfect temperature. Which was to say that Derek felt like his skin might melt off his body when touching the water. One reason you rarely showered together.

„Thank you“ you whispered, still keeping a hold of Derek’s hand. He pressed a kiss against your temple and settled on the floor besides the tub, quietly talking about some trick Spencer had shown him at the office and how Emily had nearly smashed her printer in rage. You closed you eyes and let his comforting voice wash over you, your body slowly starting to relax. You loved his voice and in turn you loved to listen to him talk about mundane things. Derek had picked up on it after a little while and now tended to ramble anytime he noticed that you were stressed or needed some distraction. He also thought that it was quite endearing how much you relaxed at the sound of his voice.

„Let me wash your hair, Babygirl?“, he asked after a while. You hummed in agreement and moved to sit up, his strong hands supporting you. He moved to get a cup from the counter, which he used to gently wet your hair with the warm water, carefully tilting your head back and making sure that the water didn’t get into your eyes. You closed your eyes in contentment as his strong fingers started to massage the shampoo into your hair.

„Feels good“, you murmured, which made him chuckle. His warm lips pressed against your temple before he continued to massage your scalp. He hated seeing you in pain. And seeing your tear stained face earlier had nearly broken his heart. He hated to imagine how you’d been lying in bed, curled up in pain, while he had been joking with his colleagues.

You sighed at his ministrations and melted into his hands, feeling some of your inner tension leave. You hadn’t been able to relax once since getting up and you were just now noticing the toll it had taken on you. Allowing Derek to manipulate your head, you savoured the feeling of the warm water running through your hair and slowly washing away the suds. Once he was done, he carefully guided your body to lean back against the tub and placed your head on a folded up towel, which he had placed on the edge of it.

You looked up at him, catching his soft gaze and smiled slightly.

„Thank you!“

„No need to thank me, Babygirl. Are you going to be alright for a few minutes while I go and change the sheets?“ He still sounded worried, which warmed your heart more than it probably should.

You nodded at him, gently grabbing his hand that was still placed against your cheek and pressed a kiss against the palm of it. His thumb gently traced your lips before he moved back towards the bedroom. You closed your eyes again, listening to the sounds of Derek moving around the room. You could hear the tell-tale sound of the sheets being stripped followed by steps towards the linen closet in the hall before there were again sounds of rustling sheets and Derek’s voice muttering something under his breath. You couldn’t help but smile at it. He always had troubles with the fitted sheets, insisting that they were a demonic invention.

He was back only a few moments later, carrying the sheets and added them to the basket with the other laundry you had planned on washing today.

„Are you ready to get out yet?“, he asked teasingly to which you shook your head.

„Can you grab me some clothes to change into?“ He turned towards you to reveal that he was already carrying them. You giggled, which made his smile widen, and grabbed the washcloth to clean yourself. In the meantime Derek retrieved two towels, hanging them over the heating to warm them up a little and your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness.

Once you were finished washing, you asked him to help you out of the tub. You had expected him to lend a supporting hand. You had not expected him to reach into the tub and lift you out of it and into his arms, which was why you couldn’t suppress the small squeal of surprise that escaped you.

„Derek! I’m going to get you all wet and bloody like that!“ He raised his eyebrows at you in a move that clearly said „and do I look like I care?“ before gently settling you on your feet, wrapping the warmed up towel around your body and placing you on the closed toilet seat. While you were still trying to grasp what had happened, his hands already moved to dry your hair with the second towel.

„I can do it on my own“, you weakly protested, not wanting to appear weak or like Derek had to do everything. However, he just shushed you.

„Let me spoil you, Sweetheart. Makes me feel better after leaving you alone all day while you were in pain.“

„You don’t have to. It wasn’t that bad and I’m old enough to deal with it on my own.“ He stopped rubbing your hair once it was no longer dripping water and ducked down a little to press a kiss against your forehead before gazing into your eyes. His hazel ones soft and full of emotions.

„I know that you can deal with it on your own. You shouldn’t have to, though. And I personally think that it was bad enough, wasn’t it?.“

You bit your lip and nodded in response. How had you been lucky enough to find a man like Derek to call your partner? Never before had one of your partners been this considerate to your needs and that unbothered about the messy parts that sometimes came with having your period.

Once you had been dried up, he carefully helped you to step into your favourite pair of period panties and sweats, before helping you to put on one of his soft and ridiculously large shirts. Once he had sat you down on the toilet again, he grabbed your fuzzy socks from the heating and kneeled in front of you, to gently grab your feet and put them on for you. Gazing down at this ridiculously attractive and attentive man, kneeling in front of you with a pair of brightly coloured socks in his hands, your heart did something complicated. Your hands reached forward of their own volition, gently cupping his face and tugging him upwards to press your lips against his in a loving kiss you hoped conveyed the flood of emotions you were feeling. Warm hands gently squeezed your ankles once the socks were on, before moving to lift you up once again. This time you didn’t protest and simply buried your face against Derek’s shoulder, pressing a kiss against the smooth skin. After having dressed you, he had discarded his own shirt which he had soaked by lifting you out of the tub, and you weren’t going to complain about the feeling of his bare chest against your skin. You also were never going to be complaining about the sight if you were completely truthful.

He placed you on the bed and wrapped the fresh sheets around you, before excusing himself to get something from the kitchen. Only a few minutes later did he come back with a small tray filled to the brim with drinks and snacks as well as pain medications. It had only taken him a few minutes, but when he stepped back into the room, you’d curled up again. Hugging a pillow to your lower stomach in hopes to ease the pain.

He frowned at the display. He absolutely hated to see you in pain. He saw people injured and dying on a regular basis, but those experiences somehow didn’t come close to how he felt now. Setting down the tray on the bedside table, he moved to sit beside you. If he were able to take your pain away, he would do so in an instant. As it was, he could only do so much. One of those things was to gently extract the pillow that you were still clutching and to exchange it for the hot water bottle he had brought.

„Does that feel alright, Babygirl? Not too hot?“

You savoured the warmth that slowly eased the tension that had built back up again. You muttered your thanks while you moved to sit against the headboard of the bed. Derek settled in beside you before moving the tray in between your bodies. Steady hands passed you a cup of your favourite tea, which you gratefully sipped on, only now realising how thirsty you were. Soon your cup was empty and put back onto the tray.

„Do you think you could eat a sandwich, Sweetheart? After not eating anything today it would be better to have something in your stomach before taking the painkillers.“

While you weren’t particularly hungry, you knew that Derek was right. Taking them without food might as well lead to a stomach ache and if there was anything you really didn’t need today, it was even more pain.

You grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a small bite, realizing that Derek had made them the way you preferred. How you loved that man! Sending him a appreciative smile, you quickly finished the sandwich as well as some of the berries and a piece of chocolate he’d assembled.

Once you’d finished, you took some of the pain medication and swallowed them down with another cup of tea while Derek placed the tray on his bedside table. After you had placed your hot water bottle against your lower stomach again, he pulled you into his side. You buried your face against his chest and moved to settle your body in a way that hurt the least. Once you’d stilled, his strong arms wrapped themselves around you protectively, bringing you impossibly closer to his form.

„Thank you, Derek. You’ve really helped with everything that’s been going on today. I really don’t deserve you“, you whispered against his skin, pressing a kiss against it to underline your gratefulness for his help. His warm lips pressed against your temple while one of his hands moved to draw gentle circles on your back and the other one came to rest on you lower back, placed at exactly the spot that bothered you the most.

„Wrong. You do deserve me and it. And you deserve so much more, Babygirl.“ His voice was soft but firm and you gradually relaxed against his body. Slowly lulled into sleep by his steady heartbeat and breathing and the warmth of his body that seeped into yours

[lesbianxreader]

Chapter 3 is up!! I got sick of naming the chapters lol! This one’s spicy so please nobody under the age of 18

“Good you’re awake.” She says blushing. Savanna’s messy bed head and tired eyes make her heart stop. She’s so cute, Lin thinks to herself. “Come on I saved you breakfast.” Savannah looked around giving a shy wave at Tenzin and the other air benders.

“Where’s the meat?.” Savannah asked.

“Didn’t you know airbenders are vegetarian.” Lin laughed.

“Ger me out of here!” Savannah said seriously. After breakfast she went back to her room brushing past Lin tiredly to lay down her head was pounding.

“Damn cheap vodka..” she groaned. Laying her head on her pillow. Before hearing a soft knock on her door. “Come in.” She said.

Lin opened the door and made her way next to savanna sitting next to her. “We should talk about last night.” She said nervously.

“What is there to talk about?” Savannah said raising an eyebrow.

“What's there to talk about?” Lin repeated angrily. “Where do I even begin? Your reckless behavior, endangering yourself and potentially others? Or maybe we should discuss the confusing signals you keep sending, acting friendly one minute and pushing me away the next. It's infuriating and- never mind. Forget I said anything.” She said shaking her head.

“Lin…I was pretty drunk last night I don’t remember most of it. I’m sorry for leaving my room but in my defense you only said not to leave the island. I won’t lie I do have a little bit of a crush on and with the alcohol involved... I’m sorry if I did something that made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t intentional.” Savannah said frantically her cheeks red from embarrassment.

Lin froze hearing her confession. “A crush? On me?” She said “is this another trick of yours? Because I need you to know...the feeling is mutual. I've tried so hard to stay professional, to deny these feelings. But they're stronger than my resolve. So please...no more games. No more secrets between us. Can we try...something real?” Her voice was quiet almost a whisper.

Savannah opened her eyes in shock. “Do you mean like a relationship?” She said.

Lin nods her head slowly. Her heart pounding in her chest. “I want to give this a real chance, to see where it leads…. Can I kiss you.” She said shyly. Savannah practically tackled Lin smashing their lips together.

“Yes!” She exclaims happily.

The older woman gasps as lips met hers shocked she wraps her arms around Savannah’s small frame, she nips her bottom lip playfully asking for entrance. Savannah parts her lips letting Lins

tongue explore her mouth listening to her soft moans. A shiver runs down Lins spine, as she pulls back and looks Savannah in the eyes. “That was…wow even better than I imagined.” Lin said breathlessly.

“You’re so beautiful.” Savannah responded before climbing into Lins lap straddling her. Lins breath catches in her throat as she stands still. Her face red. “Please…take me.” Savannah spoke with desperation hot from the kiss.

Lins eyes widened. She thinks for a second before laying Savannah down on the bed and slipping a hand up her shirt feeling her breast and gently rubbing her nipple, savanna lays her hand on Lins cold metal uniform. “Lin…” she says softly grinding her body onto her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.

The sound of the younger woman’s moans send a jolt of electricity down to Lins core. She grabs Savannah’s wrists and pins them above her head, pressing her body against her partners. Lin leans down to kiss and bite her neck causing Savannah to arch her back to her touch. “You drive me wild, you know that? From the moment I saw you all I could think about was touching you like this…I'm going to devour every inch of you until you're writhing and begging for release. And then...then I'll give you exactly what you need.”

Savannah looks up at her, eyes wide and needy, she desperately tries to pull away from Lins grasp. To touch her, but her head is too cluttered with desire to fight. Lin grinned wickedly as watching Savannah grind her hips into her quietly moaning. She knew she had her right where she wanted. She rolls her hips in rhythm with hers. “That's it, baby. Show me how much you want it.” She stops only long enough to undress Savannah slowly leaving her in only her undergarments looking deeply into her eyes and admiring the look of desire in her face. “Gorgeous.” She says laying a kiss on her slender stomach.

“Lin… please more.” Savannah stutters out. Lin moves her hand down not breaking eye contact and moves in circles around Savannahs panties.

“Fuck, you're drenched, aren't you? I can feel it through your panties.” Lin groans sliding the garment to the side and inserting a finger into her core.

“Please…” Savannah spoke softly. Lins eyes darkened with unchecked lust as she takes in the sight of the woman beneath her. Her body flushed and quivering with need.

She brings her wet finger up to her lips savoring her flavor. “Delicious. I could feast on this pretty little cunt for hours and never tire of your taste.” Savannah breath quickened her eyes begging for more. Lin smirks at her and slowly slides two fingers in relishing the way her soft walls clench around her. “That's it, baby. Take my fingers like a good girl.” She picks up the pace as her thumb finds Savannah’s swollen clit which she runs in tight circles watching her parents face intensely for a reaction. “Let go for me. I want to feel this greedy little pussy squeeze me as you come apart on my hand.”

“Lin.. that feels amazing.” The young woman moaned beneath her.

Lin leans down kissing her lips as she drives her closer, and closer to the edge. Her own arousal throbbing between her thighs.

“Spirits I’m coming Lin. Fuck!” Savannah yelled. Her body felt light, like she was floating on air she closes her eyes and creams “Lin.” One final time before shaking uncontrollably around Lins fingers.

“That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so beautiful when you let go like that. I could watch you come undone all day long.” Lin gently stokes Savannah’s face as she helps her ride through the aftershocks, gasping and moaning as she feels her spasm around her fingers.

Savannah looks at Lin still fully clothed. Her eyes full of lust. “Strip for me please, I want to see you.” She said earning a shocked look from the older woman.

She stands up slowly, and shyly bending her police uniform off. With deliberate movements, Lin grabs the hem of her tank top and peels it up and off, revealing her toned torso and a black sports bra. Her face red. No one has seen her body in some time.

Savannah looks at her lustfully “Take everything off, don’t get shy on me now.”

Lin slid down her leggings and pulled her sports bra over her head. Leaving her in only a pair of black cotton panties. Savannah practically drools at the sight of her breast, she grabs them softly kissing and nibbling on her nipples.

“You’re perfect.” She said. Lin sighed relived.

Savannah motions for her to rejoin her in bed before kissing down her body ending at her panties. She slipped them down to Lin ankles.

“You want to play with fire, huh? Careful what you wish for, baby. If you get me started again I’m not sure I’ll stop” Lin said in a husky tone.

Savannah slides a finger inside Lins core and plants a soft kiss on her clit. Earning a shocked moan from the older woman. “Mmm I don’t know honey it looks like I’m the one in control now” she said confidently. Lin choked back a moan her body trembling with need as she rocked her hips taking Savannah’s finger deeper trying to hold on to whatever control she had left.

Savannah removed her finger before licking across her wet folds, a sharp gasp left Lins throat as the hot tongue dragged along her slick folds. “Beg me for it.” Savannah said harshly.

Lin threw her head back desperately fighting the urge to grab the young woman’s head and force her to give her more. “Really, you want ME to beg.” Lin said irritated.

Savannah swirled her tongue around Lins clit teasingly not giving her any of the pressure she desperately needed. “I could do this for hours babe.” She said. Laughing at Lins pissed off expression.

Lin was a mess, gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles were turning white, her breath was ragged. "Spirits, you're infuriatingly good at this," she hissed. Her voice tight and strained. “Hours? Really? Do you have any idea how badly I need you right now?” Despite her bravado, Lin couldn't hide the desperation creeping into her tone, the way her thighs trembled with the effort of holding back. She knew she'd been backed into a corner, forced to submit to the sweet torture of Savannah’s teasing, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying every minute.

“Well, do you want it, or not?” Savannah purred looking up at Lin with a smirk. Enjoying how she so easily brought the chief of police to her knees.

Lin glared down at Savanah, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. As much as her pride screamed at her to stay in control, the ache between her legs demanded attention. “Fine.” She said through gritted teeth. “Please, baby. I need your mouth on me. Taste me, fuck me with that clever tongue until I'm screaming your name.” She looked away face red with embarrassment. “Just don't make me wait any longer. I'm going crazy here.”

Grabbing Lin by the hips Savannah pulled her closer increasing the pressure as she works on Lins puffy clit. Lin let out a loud cry of pleasure as Savannah’s fingers plunged deep into her dripping core. Her hips buckled involuntarily as she fiendishly grinds her aching flesh against her lovers face. "Ah fuck yes, just like that!" she gasped out, her voice echoing in the small room.

Smiling Savannah adds a third finger causing Lin to arch her body off the mattress as she begins to tremble beneath her. “Fuck.. just like that.” Lin cries out her hips moving in rhythm to Savannah’s fingers. “Don't stop, please don't ever fucking stop! I'm getting close...” she begged. Her orgasm crashes over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy, back bowing off the bed. Liquid heat floods Savannah’s mouth as Lins velvety walls clamp down hard around her plunging fingers.

Savannah removes her fingers bringing them to her lips and sticking them into her mouth. “You taste so sweet, want a taste.” She says before holding her fingers covered in Lins orgasm and her saliva to the older woman’s lips.

Lin stares at her glistening fingers, a mix of shock and arousal on her flushed face. After a moment's hesitation, she parts her lips and sucks them clean with a soft moan. "You're full of surprises, aren't you? Deliciously filthy surprises. I think I could get used to this side of you.” She smiles softly “That was incredible, thank you.”

[jeeyuns]

Hello! I’m really excited about your parallel universes WIP and need to watch everything everywhere. It’s been on my list for over a year. I was just wondering if you have fic recs for a related topic: time travel and time loops? For Buddie. Thank you. x

omg thank youuuu parallel universes are my JAM. i hate that i even put up that poll. now everyone chose laundry and taxes and i have to commit to writing this epic alongside bethlehem arghughg hghg ghhh. yes pleaseeee watch eeaao. i'm gonna try to make it make sense without having watched it but it's SUCH a good movie. watch it when you can and in the mood for a mind fuck

i LOVEEEE time loops and time travel! for buddie? ohhhh i GOT you:

burn the straw house down by @hoediaz

(buck gets stuck in time, has a break down and then, relatedly, a break through)

this might have been the second one i read ever with a time loop theme in the 911 fandom and oh boyyyy the emotions! you feel like you're going THROUGH it with buck, you're right there with him. and the breathless payoff at the end. YUMMM. love love LOVEEEE the reason given on how to break the time loop

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by @cal-daisies-and-briars

(After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken.)

soooo i also have to sneak in another parallel universes rec because this one is GOLD. it's more along the lines of Marvel's Dr. Strange and the book 'The Midnight Library by Matt Haig.' and it was just STUNNING. buck pov with moments ranging from confusion to bittersweet happiness to utter despair. the ending was mwah, mwah, chef's KISS. ughhh i love cal. wish they had a tumblr. i'll just scream in their ao3 comments it's ok. i'm ok i'm ok (THEY NOW HAVE A TUMBLR LET'S GOOOOOOO)

tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by @anxieteandbiscuits

(eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)

sami is a MASTER at making you scream into your pillow at these two lovable idiots. and boyyyy did i want to just smash their faces together and make them work it out (sorry natalia babe) loosely inspired by the 'Palm Springs' time loop movie. it was just sooooo you HAVE TO have a box of tissues with you. she will eviscerate your heart with her words and MAKE you feel what eddie is going through UGHHHHHH

Benign Fatality by @ardenetoile

(Buck repeats days until he doesn't die in them, has an underdeveloped sense of self worth, and Eddie is the one who wants to step in with him.)

what a fantastic take on time loops! buck only repeats days when he's died. so there could be strings of days/weeks/months where he lives life like normal. and eddie gets brought into it at some point, or more like he shoulders his way in because it's EDDIE and he cares. ending was amazing too, author made it truly make sense! i am so intrigued about the background on buck's ability!

Being Eddie by @cal-daisies-and-briars

(When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him.)

so this is my one time travel rec in this fandom. eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the show 'Being Erica' and BOYYYYY does he. it's currently a WIP and i'm about to read ch16 of 20. Cal is fabulous with making you feel for every aspect of a character. they moved from the prior story of buck pov to this eddie pov with flawless precision and godddd i don't know what it is about their words. they are IMPACTFUL. i read a chapter and have to lean back and think through my feelings, like I'M getting therapized. what the fuck??????????????

the persistence of memory by @anxieteandbiscuits

(Buck gets shot, Eddie has to keep reliving the day until he can figure out what the universe is trying to tell him)

last but DEFINITELY not least is this one, my love. if i can imprint this on my heart, blood and papercuts and ripped out ribs and all, i WOULD. i will never have enough time or breath to speak on this fic. it was one of the first 3 fics i read in this fandom. and FUCKKKK did sami pull me in. i think i wasn't even caught up with the show but it DOESN'T matter. she set it after s4 and eddie goes throughhhh it on time loops. the beautiful prose, the sweeping emotions from eddie to buck. the 118 firefam ensemble comedy. the LOVE CONFESSIONS???? multiple????? each one made me teary and one made me outright cry. they were all different and they were all perfect on every iteration of the worst day of eddie's life. i sometimes turn over my pillow at 3 am and get a visceral flash of buck's shocked and bloody face when REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED and have to take a deep breath and rub my chest because sami did it AGAIN and my brain just likes me to remember these moments i've read and scanned into my brain apparently to play on loop

ANYWAY i got really excited. happy reading anon! thank you for letting me rant about the top 6 fics with these themes off the top of my head. <333

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Sick apologies

Pairing:John price x f!reader

Warning: 18+, John being a broken man, tears, sad sex,

‘Unlike all my other works this one is much different of course there is still smut but this one is gonna go a little deeper into a storyline I’d like to know if you like it I posted a poll a couple weeks ago y’all said John price so I’m gonna give him to you emotionally and physically’

You did love John down to his silly hat and smelly cigars he smoked every day and when he’d keep empty Hennessy and bourbon bottles in the kitchen cabinets so it didn’t look so empty you wish he had talked to you before today.

As you walk to the front door and hear his sobs get louder “Baby please don't leave me I know I didn't show it very often I know but I need you” His words made the tears fall from your eyes you need to be stronger and walk out that door he hurt you.

Turning around dropping down to the ground where you meet a distraught John on his knees grabbing him hold him tight even though you know that you won’t be able to leave your senses were simulated from all the emotions around you.

Grabbing his face pulling him close and smashing your lips together kissing him with all your might he grabs you bringing you in picking you up as the kiss gets deeper with the pressure he’s putting on your mouth.

Dropping you on the bed pulling away from you and pulling his shirt and pants off and his boxers his cock in hand as he climbs on to you helping you get your clothes off yanking your panties off last.

Bottoming out in you was the best feeling to him as he tried his best not to lose control gripping and groping your skin grunts spill out of him you rub his chest down to his tummy where his scars lay each touch to them his tears spill more into your shoulder.

His heart burns with regret and passion his skin hot like fire with pure lust your hands made him feel things that he could never forget or replace your moans and sweet begs in his ear make him crazy.

As your orgasm rips through you you clinch around him holding him tighter in every way your hands touch and rub on him like never before moans sweet like honey body like delicate glass he holds you tight but gentle like you’d break.

“I can’t lose you please” his voice has never had so much feeling in it he sounded pained but his thrust never wavered “fuck John I promise I won’t try and leave again,” you say drunk off his cock.

He sits up and grabs your legs and pushes them to your shoulders this position makes you feel him in the deepest parts of you your body can’t take much more spasming over him as your body shakes with bliss.

His thrust started to falter his body crashes down onto you intruding your space with his heat, love, regret, pain, happiness, sadness, and confusion he felt all he needed to feel them and he needed you to feel how much he really loved you in these last seconds cause this chance might just slip out of his hands.

He cums in you leaving you full and content and somewhat happy that every last squirt made it into you but something you'd never believe uttered out of John’s mouth “I love you” you know it took him a lot of courage his usual self-assured attitude was washed away he wasn’t sure he didn’t believe in himself anymore with you he needs your reassurance he needed your love.

He cuddled up to you rubbing your sides to ease you into the best sleep of your life “I love you too captain John price” you say falling into a deep sleep.

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THE SUN WILL RISE (part 6)

A/N: here we are, last part of this little series! i hope you guys enjoyed it, i did, and now im excited to work on the next story!

PAIRING: College!Long-hair!Harry X Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

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It’s been only a few weeks since the last time you saw Harry, but it feels like a decade has passed since you said goodbye at the airport. Now you’re on your way to pick him up and you can’t wait to see him again, to feel his arms around you, kiss his lips… You never thought you could miss someone this much, but here you are.

The arriving terminal is full of people when you arrive and check the board to see that Harry’s plane just landed, so he could be here any moment. You lean against a pillar and stare at the exit, your heart jumping in your chest every time someone walks out who resembles him even the slightest.

And then it’s finally him.

He looks just like when you parted ways in December, his hair is let down, he’s wearing a black hoodie and a pair of black jeans, carrying a sports bag on one shoulder as he stops in his tracks, his gaze roaming through the crowd until they find you.

You move towards each other at the same time, pushing past waiting relatives and loved ones before finally meeting halfway. You throw your arms around his neck and practically smash against him, he catches you just in time, his bag sliding off of his shoulder and landing on the floor with a thump as he holds you in his embrace.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head.

“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to live together just when we started dating,” you mumble against his neck, making him laugh.

“I’m guessing you missed me.”

You just nod and hold him a little longer before leaning back just enough so he can kiss you. He takes his time savoring your lips, his hands holding your face as if he had some kind of treasure in his palms. You used to frown at couples who made out at public places but now you’ve gladly become one of them. 

The ride to the resort is over an hour, but it’s just some extra time you can spend alone with Harry. You try to hold him a briefing about the key characters of the family, who he should be watching out for (basically everyone) and who are the safe people (maybe your aunt Cecilia on her better days). He listens carefully and nods along, keeps telling you there’s nothing to worry about, but you know better than that.

“You haven’t met my family, Harry,” you groan, when he repeats the same thing.

“I met your sister,” he cheekily replies.

“But she… she could be fine. And she was alone, she’s different when the whole family is around.”

“Y/N, it’s gonna be fine. I can handle it.”

“I’m serious, Harry. My dad can… he can easily say the most hurtful thing and not even realize it.”

“Okay, I’m a big boy, I can handle that,” he chuckles and reaching over he gives your thigh a squeeze.

“Alright,” you sigh and then add with a chuckle: “Big boy.”

Even though you told Harry in advance that the whole thing is gonna be unreasonably over the top, his eyes widen when he sees the luxury resort that was rented out just for the wedding. Of course, everything is paid by your father, because his favorite daughter deserves only the best.

Grabbing his bag from the trunk of the car you head inside, hands clasped together and you’re silently praying you don’t run into anyone before you could reach your room, but it seems like the gods have turned their back on you. Just as you walk into the lounge, you’re met with your father and one of his partners that obviously needed to be invited to the wedding to keep up the good partnership and make it look like they are friends, when in real life, they would both push each other to the sharks if they had the chance.

“Fuck,” you breathe out when your father notices you right away and seemingly excuses himself from the conversation. “Brace yourself,” you hiss to Harry.

He gives your hand a squeeze before your dad walks up to the two of you, not even trying to hide the way he is examining the man standing beside you.

“Hey dad, this is Harry, my boyfriend,” you speak up, not as confidently as you wanted to, but it’s too late now. “Harry, this is my father, James.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Harry holds his hand out. Your dad glimpses down at it before finally taking it and giving it a shake. 

“Harry, I finally get to see Y/N’s mysterious plus one, huh!”

His words alone would be normal, but there is just something in the way he said them that makes you shiver. The cold gaze he is shooting Harry before letting go of his head, you just know he is already taking the poor boy apart in his head. 

“Not so mysterious anymore,” Harry smiles at him politely. 

“No, definitely not,” your dad agrees.

“We’ll see you later at dinner, dad. Harry must be tired from all the traveling.”

“Sure. Please dress properly for dinner,” he adds, clearly referring to his simple outfit. You just take Harry’s hand and pull him towards the elevators, feeling your dad’s burning gaze on the back of your head until the elevator doors close finally.

“He is…” Harry starts, looking for the right words. “He is surely something,” he ends up saying and the two of you just laugh at his wording. 

“You’re right about that, yeah.”

You have just a few short hours before dinner that you spend making up for the time you spent apart and then taking a walk to look around the luxurious resort that truly looks like a winter wonderland. The staff is already dressing up the place for the big day tomorrow, fairy lights and white and silver decoration hanging from every corner with a hint of light blue. 

Harry doesn’t comment on it, but you know what he is thinking: that this is all just so over the top, way too much for a wedding. You agree. Even if you weren’t the blacksheep of your family and you got treated the same way as your sister, you wouldn’t want your wedding to be like this.

More like an intimate little event somewhere hidden, but special, only with your loved ones. No business partners or work related people. You never understood how your dad can mix work and his private life so much. 

There’s a massive sunroom in the back of the building, watching over the snowy mountains in the distance, that’s where you settle for a bit before heading back to the room to get ready for dinner.

“I told my mum about you,” Harry speaks up, breaking the momentary comfortable silence.

“You did?” you ask with genuine surprise. You’ve been officially dating for just about a month and you spent weeks apart from that, you weren’t expecting him to tell his family about you.

“Of course. She knows me too well, she would have noticed that something happened, so I went ahead and told her about us,” he grins at you.

“And… what did you say?”

“In case you want to know if I shared our past and the deal we made, I didn’t. She knew I moved in with a friend when I had to leave the dorm and I told her that probably living together brought us together. Which is not entirely a lie,” he chuckles.

“Right,” you let out a small chuckle as well. 

You’re tempted to ask him about what his mother had to say about you or the relationship, but you don’t want to look too eager or anxious. However, Harry knows you well enough to figure out what’s on your mind.

“She is thrilled to meet you as soon as possible,” he tells you softly.

“Really?” You breathe out.

“Of course. She wants to meet the girl who makes her son so happy.”

Your nervous thoughts turn into heat in your chest that spreads up on your neck to your ears and cheeks. He seemingly never fails to make you feel so cared for like never before. 

Leaning closer you press your lips against his, kissing him as your response when words fail to come to your tongue.

“Wow, look at these young lovers!”

Your sister’s voice snaps you out of the moment and when you pull back you see her approaching the two of you with Gabriel by her side. You and Harry stand up to greet them, Harry kisses Alice on the cheeks and then shakes hands with Gabriel.

“Nice to see you again,” Harry smiles at your sister politely, one arm coming to curl around your waist effortlessly, but you see that Alice notices the movement right away, a small smile playing on her lips.

“I’m glad you’re here too. Y/N has been moping around without you all winter break.”

“Hey!” you protest, though she is right.

“What? I saw you checking your phone every ten minutes to see if Harry has texted you,” she outs you without hesitation. “Y/N, I want to discuss something with you about the ceremony, can I steal you for a moment?”

“Oh, sure.”

“Gabe, why don’t you show Harry the sports center downstairs?” Alice suggests, clearly wanting to get some alone time with you.

“Sure,” he nods. “Do you play anything?...” he asks as the two of them walk away.

“What’s up with the ceremony?” you ask, worried that something might have come up.

“Nothing, just wanted to ask you something without the guys around. Tell me, when did you and Harry get together?” 

You freeze at her question, but then manage to recover and act like nothing happened.

“What do you mean? I told you we started dating–”

“No, I don’t want the little story you made up. I know it was all fake when I visited you, but now it’s genuine. When did the change happen?”

You open your mouth a few times just to close it, unsure what to say or how to react. 

“How… how did you know?” you ask at last

“Please, the two of you were so awkward when I visited, clearly not a real couple. But I could tell you both had feelings for each other, so I decided to wait till you figure it out yourself. That kiss at brunch though…” she chuckles, fanning herself with her hands. “That was hot.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame we barely talked for weeks after that,” you mumble under your breath.

“But it seems like it all played out well in the end,” she smiles at you. “You look good together. That guy is wrapped around your finger.”

“You think so?” 

“Absolutely,” she smirks. “I can see it in the way he looks at you. I’m glad you finally found each other.”

“Me too,” you nod with a soft smile. 

Harry is your rock during dinner that evening. He is such a natural, meeting all these new people and charming them with his confidence. You’re in awe how he can easily chat with basically anyone. 

The only person who seems skeptical about him is your dad. You catch him staring at your boyfriend several times during dinner and the look on his face is just not too pleasant. It’s kind of the same you usually get from him, you’re just not sure how Harry earned it when he’s been amazing all evening.

“So, Harry, what do you study?” your dad asks at one point.

“Graphics design, sir,” he answers and you swear you see the disappointment in your dad’s eyes at his response. 

“And what do you plan to do with such a degree?”

“Well, I think I have plenty of options. I’m really interested in doing digital illustrations though, I’ve actually designed a few book covers, maybe I might continue doing that.”

“So, no solid plan after graduation?”

“Dad,” you plead quietly. He is obviously trying to shame Harry and his studies and plans or the lack of them in this case, when it’s completely fine that he doesn’t have his future planned entirely. 

He gives you a piercing look as if it was a warning for you not to get involved. Harry’s hand finds your knee under the table and gives it a gentle squeeze to let you know he’s got it.

“I have plenty of plans, sir. But I don’t want to restrict myself to just one while I’m still not done with my studies.”

You’re amazed how he can stay so calm and collected, there’s not one ounce of irritation in his tone. 

Your dad doesn’t say a word, just lifts his nose up and then turns to talk to someone else, a clear sign that he felt like he couldn’t control the conversation the way he wanted. Pride fills your chest, knowing that Harry could stand his ground against him and he didn’t let your father intimidate him.

Leaning closer you press a tiny kiss to his cheek, which earns you a smile as he glances at you.

“What was that for?” he quietly asks.

“For being so amazing,” you murmur back, his smile stretching even wider. 

Dinner seems to never end, but when it’s finally time to retreat and get some rest before the big day tomorrow, you’re aching to finally be alone with Harry. When you get into the elevator you’re already eyeing him with lust, but not just in a sexual sense. The way he dealt with your family, especially your dad tonight, how he didn’t let anything or anyone get a rise of him, he remained calm and patient, even in moments when you could feel the hair standing up on your back.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks with a chuckle and you swear you see him blushing. “Is there something on my face?” he jokes.

“Yeah,” you nod and moving closer you place a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, his hand coming to rest on your lower back out of instinct. “This was on your face,” you giggle.

“Mm, put it back,” he teases you, making you laugh, but you obey and move to kiss him again, this time on his lips. 

You walk to your room, hand in hand, feeling like a giddy teenager, a tired sigh slipping through your lips when you finally walk inside and the door locks behind you. You’ve been dreading this moment of the evening, especially because you’re wearing a matching underwear set you bought just for tonight. You knew it’s gonna be a challenging evening, so you thought you’d end it on a better note.

“Would you mind unzipping my dress?” you bashfully ask, turning your back to him.

“Sure,” he mumbles and you don’t miss the way the corners of his mouth curl up.

You lift your hair up to give him access to the zipper, which he pulls down slowly before brushing the straps off your shoulders, letting the dress bunch around your waist before you push it further down so it pools at your feet. His hands find your waist and move to your stomach as he pulls you into his embrace from behind, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You had this on all evening?” he murmurs, before kissing the soft spot underneath your ear. You tilt your head to the side to give him more access and he eagerly peppers the curve of your neck with soft kisses. 

“Wanted to surprise you,” you hum with your eyes closed, giving yourself over to the sensation. “Though you might need something extra after tonight.”

“I might need this extra every night,” he chuckles against your heated skin before his hands get a hold of your hips and he turns you around so he can finally kiss you. 

Soon enough, his dress shirt and pants come undone and thrown to the floor as you fall to the neatly made bed, limbs tangled together while your kisses never stop. Feeling confident, you push him so he lies on his back on the mattress and you get on top of him, the sight of his exposed chest in front of you burns into your mind forever. Leaning down you capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his pink lips.

“For what?” 

“For… everything. I couldn’t do this without you.”

He exhales through his nose, one hand coming to cup your jaw as he runs his thumb over your cheek, looking deep into your eyes.

“You definitely could. Don’t belittle yourself, Y/N. You’re capable of so many amazing things. But I’m glad I could be here to support you.”

Turning your head you kiss into the palm of his hand, every time Harry does or says something that’s proof of how much he cares about you, part of you doesn't even know how to process it, because you haven’t experienced anything like this before. 

His hand moves to the back of your neck and pulls you down so your lips touch, but he doesn’t kiss you just yet, holding your gaze. You can feel his chest rising and falling underneath you and you’re pressed against him so tight that you feel his heart hammering in his chest. You’re just about to ask him if everything is alright when he speaks up at last.

“I love you.”

The words sink right into your chest, wrap around your heart and burn into it while they also echo in your mind, on repeat. You move back, just enough so you can look him in the eyes easily, his pupil is dilated as he stares back at you, lips parted. 

“Do you mean it?” you ask in a whisper.

“Of course,” he breathes out, brushing your hair out of your face before taking your face in his hands. “You’re an easy person to love, Y/N. I hope I can make you believe that soon.”

With wobbling lips you lean down and kiss him with everything you can’t say out loud. You know you feel the same way about him, but you need more time to be able to say it, so you tell him without words this time.

And he gets the message. Loud and clear and the way he kisses you back reassures you about it.

“Okay, are you ready?” you call out from the bathroom, nervously smoothing your hand over the soft fabric of your dress.

“Have been for like… twenty minutes!” Harry teases you from outside with a chuckle. You wanted a big reveal for your bridesmaid dress, because it’s the only aspect of the wedding you’ve been looking forward to. Alice has excellent taste and she made sure the dresses are flattering to everyone, so it fits you perfectly, emphasizing your best features.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming!” you announce before taking a deep breath and opening the door. 

You walk out, Harry is sitting on the edge of the double bed, already dressed in his black suit pants paired with a blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up to flaunt his tattooed arms, his hair in a neat bun at the back of his head. He looks insanely hot and you’re already having a hard time not throwing yourself at him.

Harry looks up as you step out of the bathroom, holding the long skirt of the dress with one hand before letting go of it as you stop in front of him, nervously showing your outfit to him. His eyes scan over your body, several times, with his lips parted and the look on his face mirrors an expression of someone who just found the biggest treasure in the world.

“Woah,” he breathes out at last, standing from the bed holding his hands out as if he was afraid to touch you. Pride fills your chest and you give him a twirl to show him the whole look and he is drinking up every drop of it. 

“Do you like it?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip. 

“I fucking love it,” he groans before his hands finally grip your hips to pull you against him. “You look beautiful, baby,” he murmurs before kissing you.

Since last night, you’ve been in a bubble of joy, the wedding, your family and everything that’s been weighing down on your shoulders stopped existing inside the walls of your room. Harry’s confession and the passionate night you spent together after has brought you blinding bliss, ignoring anything that’s beyond him.

“You look amazing too,” you smile at him, running your hands over his arms, up to his broad shoulders. “Let’s get this over with,” you sigh before stealing one last kiss.

Luckily, your sister doesn’t turn into a bridezilla, she is actually taking it so well, making it easier for everyone else around her. You keep going back and forth between her and Harry before the ceremony, even though Harry reassures you every time that he is fine on his own, you shouldn’t worry about him. Honestly, you just don’t want him to run into your dad and have to deal with him on his own, though he is pretty busy himself, pretending like the wedding is just as much about him as it is about Alice.

The ceremony is beautiful, the back of the room where the altar is has floor to ceiling windows that look out on the mountains. It truly is a winter wonderland. However all you can look at is Harry, who keeps staring back at you, as if you were in the center of the attention. As your sister and Gabe exchange their vows, you share a secret, intimate moment with Harry too with just smiles and looks, but it says more than words can.

When the ceremony is over you’re quick to make your way to Harry, planning to stay by his side for the rest of the evening. 

“You were supposed to look at the bride and groom, did you forget?” you tease him, as you lace your fingers together and head to the ballroom where the reception is going to be held.

“I found someone else I liked better,” he smirks cheekily, before pressing a kiss to the side of your head and your stomach is somersaulting from his words.

Everything is going as planned, you’re even having a good time and what you enjoy the most is when you get to introduce Harry to people. Finally, you’re not the sad little single sister, you’re glowing with Harry by your side. 

You eat and drink, dance and have a blast finally. You do more of the dancing, the DJ is playing amazing songs, Harry is always eager to have you in his arms whether it’s an upbeat or slow song. He is a great dancer as you learn it and you gladly stay on the dancefloor with him until your feet start hurting from the high heels.

“Let’s have a break,” you giggle, dragging him back to your table.

“Want another drink?” 

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you smile at him, plopping down to your chair. He leans down and kisses you shortly before heading over to the open bar. 

Your sixth sense kicks in before you even see your dad sitting down beside you. The hair on your arms stands up and your blissful mood is gone in an instant. 

“Stop this parade, this is not a nightclub.”

“W-what?” you ask, turning to face him, but he is not even looking at you.

“This Harry guy… He is not the right fit for the family.”

“Why would you say that?” His words are like punches in your stomach and you feel your confidence crumbling.

“He’s got very little plans and even those are bullshit. You’re gonna be a lawyer, you can’t choose just anyone, we have a reputation to keep up.”

“Dad…” you breathe out, so many things are crowding your mind as you try to process what’s happening. 

“I don’t want to see him after the wedding. You’re better off without him, he would just keep you back.”

You’re seeing red. Like never before.

It’s one thing for him to destroy you and make you believe you’re worth nothing. You’re used to that and you can deal with it. But for him to talk like this about Harry? That does not sit right with you. He doesn’t know him, he just judges him based on some ridiculous assumptions he made after having one short conversation with him. 

“Don’t talk about him like that,” you speak up, your voice coming out stronger and more confident than you expected, but you guess that’s what rage is doing to you. Seemingly you surprise your dad with your reply, he looks at you with an expression you’ve never seen before, a mixture of disbelief, anger and confusion. 

“What did you just say?” he grits his teeth, shooting you a death glare.

“I said, don’t talk about him like that! You don’t even know him! But still, he is an amazing person and I’m lucky someone like him wants to be with me. Harry is caring and inspiring and he treats his loved ones with so much respect. But what do you know about that, am I right?” you snap and you just know this is the moment when the dam has broken and you won’t stop until you unload everything that’s piled up throughout the years. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he growls, clearly irritated by your behavior. From the corner of your eyes you can see Harry approaching the two of you with the drinks in hands, but he is quick to realize something is happening.

“It means that you never treated me like you love me. Like a father should treat his daughter. You put me through hell, trying to turn me into my own sister and nothing I did was enough for you, but I swallowed it all, just wanted to please you. Because that’s what children do, they want to see their parents be proud of them, though you never showed an ounce of that to me. It’s fine, I will eventually get over that. But I will not let you talk like this about him. He showed me that I’m more than just a burden, which I am to you. I know I always have been.”

Harry places the drinks on the table as you stand up from the table, already knowing you’ll have to leave as soon as possible after you’re done talking.

“You know what? You always said I should do things that take me ahead and make me succeed. I finally figured out what would help me do that,” you chuckle bitterly. “I just need to get myself away from you and live my own life. Thanks for nothing, dad.”

When you turn around to storm away you see that Alice was standing close enough to hear what you just said. She is staring back at you with guilt and when she opens her mouth to say something you just shake your head and march out with Harry following you right behind.

The farther you get from the ballroom the more the adrenaline wears out of your system and reality sets back in, your actions finally sinking into your consciousness. 

All the things you just told your father. All the pent up feelings and hurt that just snapped right out of you. It comes down crashing on you and in a blink of an eye, you can barely breathe.

Harry notices as panic takes over you and when you take a turn towards your room he grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you to the side.

“Hey, hey! Y/N, look at me,” he tells you, slouching enough so his gaze is in line with yours that is now filled with tears. “Baby, look at me. Why are you crying?”

“I-I don’t… Harry, what did I do?” you wheeze, your chest heaving crazily as you lean against the wall.

“You stood up for me and yourself! You did amazing, okay? Nothing to panic about.”

“B-But my d-dad… The things I-I said… He will never talk to me again.”

“If that’s what happens, it’s not your fault. He treated you horribly all your life, made you feel like nothing. You did what should have been done a long time ago, Y/N. No one deserves to be treated like this, especially not by a parent.”

He takes your face in his hands and wipes your cheeks with his thumbs, urging you to look him in the eyes.

“The guilt you’re feeling is because of all the mistreating you had to go through growing up. You were conditioned to want to please your parents at all cost, even if it takes your own happiness. I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself, Y/N.”

You can only nod, gulping your tears back as you try to calm yourself down. Harry stays with you the whole time, pulling you into his embrace and giving you the support you always needed. 

“Harry?” you breathe out, looking up at him again.

“Yeah?”

“What’s gonna happen now?” you ask in a weak voice. “What if… What if I never see my family again? If they never speak to me again? What will happen after this?” you voice your fears and questions.

“I’ll tell you what will happen, alright?” he speaks to you softly. “The sun will rise. Tomorrow and the day after and so on. Life will go on and you’ll learn to live your own life without wanting to please the people who are not worthy of your time. And I will be there with you the whole time, okay? We will figure it all out.”

His words slowly sink in and you nod. All you care about is to have Harry with you on this new journey you’re going on, wherever it takes you. 

“Okay,” you whisper. Harry leans down and brushes a soft kiss to your lips. When you pull back you look him in the eyes and say the words that've been forming on the tip of your tongue. “I love you.”

Harry stares back at you in awe, the corners of his mouth curling up as he holds your face in his palms like you’re made of glass.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he kisses you softly. “Now, I think it’s time to leave, alright? Let’s pack our bags and find a flight back home.”

“Home?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling. “Home, where we live together and where you truly belong.”

You change from your fancy clothes and start packing up the room, while you’re looking for the earliest flight you can take. Luckily, there is one in two hours so you’re planning to make it to catch that.

Then there’s a knock on the door. You look at Harry with panic.

“Do you think it’s him?” you ask in a whisper.

“I don’t know.”

“Y/N? It’s me, Alice,” you sister calls out from the other side of the door. At first you feel relief, but then you realize that you literally just walked out of her wedding reception.

Rushing to the door you open it and find her standing there in her white dress, a concerned look on her face.

“Alice…” you breathe out, not sure what to say. Luckily, she knows.

“It’s okay. I understand. I’m not mad that you’re leaving,” she reassures you with a sad smile. “I just… I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize?” you ask and then realize that she is still out in the hallway, so you step aside and let her walk in.

“I heard what you told dad and… I feel so bad, Y/N.”

“You didn’t do it.”

“I know, but I witnessed it and never said anything. I never stood up for you. I was a horrible sister, I should have taken your side, but I didn’t do anything.”

“You always had your fair share of pressure on you, Alice. I don’t blame you,” you softly tell her.

“But I do blame myself. So I’m sorry and… I hope you don’t want to cut me out too.”

“Of course not,” you breathe out, hugging her to reassure her you’re fine. “Is dad mad?” you ask, rubbing your face with your hand when you move back.

“Oh, he is vivid!” she chuckles, wiping off the tears that escaped her eyes. “He is fuming about how disrespectful you are, but I told him to just drink a shot and relax,” she snorts.

“He is famous for knowing how to relax,” you laugh. 

“Do you think he won’t want to see me? Like, ever?”

“I don’t know. He is so unpredictable…” she sighs looking around. “You’re leaving now?”

“Yes, we found a flight back home. I’m sorry I’m leaving in the middle of your wedding, but I just… I can’t stay here any longer.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” she shakes her head. “Just promise you won’t shut me out.”

“I promise.”

You hug one more time before Alice moves over to Harry who’s been quietly packing up. She stands in front of him and he looks at her patiently.

“Take good care of her, Harry,” she pleads and he nods right away.

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

Alice stays for a few more minutes, but then she needs to go back, after all, it’s her wedding that’s happening. She is the only one who comes to your room until you leave. It’s bittersweet, knowing that your dad didn’t realize the weight of your words and now he is letting you leave, just like that. But you also feel free in a way. You most likely need time to process it, but you know you’re heading into the right direction.

The flight is delayed, so it’s the middle of the night by the time you get to board. Every time you feel your anxiety growing, Harry just simply takes your hand and squeezes it to let you know you’re not alone. Sitting by the window you smile when you realize that Harry has fallen asleep, his head on your shoulder, one hand on your knee. You press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, careful not to wake him up before turning towards the window.

As the plane is flying above the fluffy clouds, the sky is starting to light up, the sun rising as a new day is starting. You can’t help but smile, thinking at what Harry told you, because, of course, he was right. 

And today is the first day of your new life that you’ll share with him, leaving your past behind.

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Impossible Ending - Part 2

Lady Lesso X Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 (you’re here)

Summary: The Reader has known Lesso since their childhood, however, she knew it was impossible for them to be together, until the Storian assigned the Reader to help the deans to reformulate the now school for good and evil.

A/N: English is not my first language, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. If you have any ideas for stories with Lady Lesso and for some reason whats me to write it, it would be my pleasure, just send me a request. I’m beyond the moon with the love this work has received, really, I just need to thank you guys for all the support, thank you so much! You guys made me feel so special you guys don’t have no idea!

Warnings: bad language, mentions of injury, angst, a bit fluffy and mentions of smut, however, no smuts planned to this work.

Word count: 2.8k

The GIF is not mine.

          As soon as Lesso’s lips touched yours, a streak of energy flowed through your bodies as you could feel her flinch as well, smoothing her vice grip on you to something almost joyable. All thoughts disappeared from your mind as you were flooded by her, every single feeling and memory you learnt to suppress all these years, unlocked and shattered in your face. As much your mind wanted to resist, your soul couldn’t do it anymore. 

          All the rush and urgency has also seemed to have faded on her, as the kiss started slowly, bursted with long buried feelings. Lesso’s hands calmly involved your waist, and her body wasn’t pressed on yours anymore, just pleasingly touching each other. You placed a gentle hand on her scruff and combed her soft red hair while you felt how it was to be on the surface of the moon, she was and always will be your only true love. 

           Annoyingly, your lungs started to crave for air, and with a last peck your lips left hers, as her forehead rested on yours. No words were said, no muscle moved, you were just in her arms and she was just in yours, as you tried to fill your hurting lungs with air, in a vain attempt to calm down your raced heart. Few seconds passed when she finally seemed to remember why she kissed you in the first place, once she smashed her lips in yours with a bruising kiss.  

          This time there was no place for tenderness or slowness, urgency and heat building up in each beat of your rapid heart. Her hands were meticulously squeezing your hips and thighs in the most delightful way, almost making you moan through the kiss. Her nails carving on your back and her mouth exploring yours as much as she could. Your tongs fought for dominance before her teeths nipped hard your lower lip, causing a low moan to rip through your throat.

          “That’s more what I like to hear, pet” She whispered with her lips brushing yours, as she crashed again into the kiss.

          When air was needed again, her mouth trailed to the crook of your neck, marking you in deep bruises as much as she could, taking moans from you in the way. Your hands were fisting her scalp painfully, pulling her red curls and pushing her head even more into you as if it was possible. She was driving you positively crazy, as she knew exactly where to touch, where to bite, where to suck to send an embarrassing amount of arousal down your legs. Of course, two can play this game, as you grabbed her neck and spun her body, crashing it just where you were standing.

          “My turn” You whispered in her left ear, squeezing her throat roughly as you crashed another bruising kiss on her already swallowed lips, making her body surrender under you. 

          It didn’t take long before your hand relaxed above her feverish skin and started to work on her tie and the very first buttons of her white blouse, exposing her neck to you mark it as yours. As soon as the kiss ended you worked upon her derm doing you absolute worse, hands all over her body and your knee buried between her legs. 

          The very first low aroused moan to fall from her throat almost made you pass out, never in your life you thought you would love so much a noise as you do now. Her hips rocking sinfully against your thigh, her voice muttering the filthiest sounds that you could never dream of. You were completely drenched, mad. She was a drug, and you are an addicted consumer. 

          “Fuck” Escaped through her hoarse throat as she gulped a deep breath.

          In a sudden move she flipped you two to your original position, she on top of you, now putting her own knee between your thighs and pressing her body extremely hard against yours, making your already sore wounds complain.

          “How bratty, you definitely know some bad manners. Impressive, pet” She whispers as her hands proceed to squeeze you even harder.

          Destiny definitely didn’t were very fond of you, as if it was like it was purposely trying to play a trick on you, her thumb sank deep into one of your nasty stitched and inflamed cuts, a little gifts from last mission, busting this one painfully open, ripping your unhealed and neglected skin in the process. You had no choice but to jolt, groaning in agony, as the air left your lungs progressively getting hard to breathe, once the injury was quite near to your ribs and it was also the main memory from that job.

          Lesso’s lips immediately withdrew from your throat when she heard your complaint, her eyes full of concern while she scanned your scrunched face. Soon, her gaze went down your body, finding a scarlet spot on your shirt, beneath her now moist hand.

          “Shit, you’re bleeding” 

          “Figured as much, Sherlock” You joked, receiving a deadly look in response “Being me and doing my job isn’t exactly a piece of cake, you know? But you don’t have to worry, I’ve had worse” And as Murphy was mocking at you, your vision started to blur. 

          “You need to go to the infirmary, immediately” Her voice was serious, and her hands moved to rip the buttons of your shirt, trying to get something to help her stop the scarlet liquid from getting out of your body.

          For a moment, you could see her eyes stare at your frame, astonished. It definitely wasn’t what she expected from a “princess”. Your torso was covered in scars, some of them from swords, some of them from monsters, some of them from exposed fractures, some of them you didn’t even remember, but more than anything, your last assignment wasn’t anywhere near easy to your skin.

          Deep bruises covered your figure, black, purple and red coloring your derma, unhealed stitched cuts laid roughly in your skin, freshly bandaged from last trip to the blue forest. Faltering, her free hand gently traveled through your injuries, hidden in her eyes, you could see sorrowness. 

          “This wasn’t exactly how I imagined you ripping my blous-'' Leonora silenced your words by pressing firmly the fabric on her hands into your bleeding wound, making you whimp in discomfort.

          “Shut up” She uttered seriously.

          “Why do you even care?” The words falling from your lips before you could stop them, covered in sincerity.

          “I don’t. Still, you are the headmaster of this school. I can’t just let you bleed to death” Lesso responded coldly.

          “Even if the headmaster is your nemesis? Let me die and evil wins” You pondered.

          “You want me to let you die?” She didn’t answer your question as her icy eyes locked on yours.

          “I already died decades ago, Nora” A familiar sad smile painted your lips, it was true “I don’t care about what happens to me, I’m doing an extra shift anyways, but I know you, and you care. Why? You’ve got what you wanted, the power, the respect, why do you still care about… me?” How could she? You were nothing! Your mind couldn’t comprehend the mysteries behind her green eyes.

          “Because it’s you for fuck sake!” She said, raising her voice, as if it was the most obvious thing on the whole planet “You’re the closest thing to love I’ve ever felt, the closest thing to home, and I know. I know I don’t deserve you, villains are never loved, we’re incapable to love, besides, evil never ever gets happy endings anyways and after all I’ve done to you, I deserve you even less. But please, don’t ask me to let you die, because I can’t bear that” 

          “What about Rafal, you-” Your brain was still trying to process her words, did she… loved you?

          “Can’t you see? I never loved him. I loved his power, and what he could make me be. Yes, I thought I was in love at first, but really I was just in pain, all the time, because in the process of gaining power I lost and hurt the only person that truly understood me, that cared for me. You”

          “I’ve never stopped caring for you-” Lesso cuts you in the middle of your sentence, again.           “And that’s the problem! You need to stop caring!” Her deep green eyes were pleading almost glistening as her hands were doing pressure on your still bleeding ripped cut “I hurt you beyond repair and still you take care of me, you carry me to bed when I’m tired, you make sure I’m comfortable, you caress me so I get good dreams, you do my work to make sure I can rest and eat, and most of all, you stop taking care of yourself to take care of me!” Her last words leaving her throat as a scream “Or do you think I haven't noticed your skin hotter than usual these past few days? You’re constantly with a fever, and will not rest for the sake of it!”

          “Nora, I-” You finally let yourself call her the way you used to, before all this insanity came into place.

          “Please, don’t let me destroy what’s left of you, you’re far too important” A single tear strayed her face, as sincerity and fear flooded her beautiful voice. You’ve never seen her so vulnerable, so broken, and it made your heart sink painfully, more than any injury could ever be able to inflict.

          “You didn’t des-” She still didn’t allow you to talk, so deep down drowned into her long buried emotions.

          “Yes I fucking did! I remember your eyes that day, how broken you were. I always break the things I love, I broke my mother and now I broke you too. I thought if you get away from me it would be for the best, you wouldn’t have a miserable life, but look at you! All these scars, these bruises, this is my fault, if I hadn’t met you and if I didn’t get you dragged into this madness you would still be safe and sound with your family. I took you away from them, hurt you, and left you alone” Tears streamed down her face at this point as a poring rain “I should feel good about it, about all the evil things I’ve done, but I fucking don’t. Because it’s you!”

          “Can you please let me finish a fucking sentence?” You said as gently as possible, the sad smile never leaving your lips, as it was your long known friend.

          “Sorry” Her voice never sounded so small, and you hated yourself for making her feel this way. But you knew it was for the best.

          “What happened with your mother isn’t your fault, she got sick because people get sick, that’s it, don’t you ever think it was because of you, you were a kid, and you did everything you could. You found us! You searched for my family’s help, and I’m sure as hell they got her back on her feet” Your eyes never left hers, as you muttered these words with all your heart “I love you, Nora. I loved who you were back then and I certainly love you now. I love who you became. God look at you, you’re stunning, deliciously evil, have a great sense of humor and for God sake when I thought you couldn’t be more attractive you appear in a suit with a walking stick.” A light chuckle left your lips “You are everything to me and more Nora. Always was and always will be”

          “Wait, you… loved loved me?” Shock danced behind her flooded eyes.

          “Yeah. You ARE my impossible ending, Nora. I thought choosing to leave would make at least one of us happy but I see now I was wrong” Your hands cupped her soft cheeks carefully, smoothly brushing her tears as they continued to fall.

          “You choose to?” She asked confusedly.

          “Yeah, though that without me you would finally be happy, with the things you desired, and more than that, you would never have known how I feel. So if you ever felt the same, you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences. I didn’t wanted you bullied or expelled”

          “You willingly gave up your own happy ending because of… me?” Her eyebrows furrow even further.

          “Yeah… School for good after all huh? Predictable and slobbery” Your long forgotten truthful laugh escapes from your throat. 

          “Shut up” She says unpretentiously, as lovely giggles erupted from her voice “I didn’t exactly hatted your slobbery anyways” 

          “Tch tch tch” You mockingly shushed her “Don’t talk any louder, dear, people might think that the mighty Lady Lesso has gone soft after all” You joke.

          “I always got a soft spot for a dear ever, babe, but still, I’m not less evil because of that” An unholy smile emerging from her lips.

          “Good, because I love you just in the wicked way you are” You say genuinely as you move one of your hands to stroke her hair.

          “Even if evil can’t be loved? Even if I don’t deserve you” A hint of fear glimpsed in her eyes.

          “We should both agree that by now we are some twisted thing in between good and evil, right?” You smiled, suddenly feeling the weight of overwork finally charging its price. You took a deep breath to continue “Make up to me then, every day, make up to me by loving yourself the same way I love you and even more. You deserve love, Nora” 

          “You’re unbelievable you know that? So corny, poppet!” All you remembered was to smile widely before your conscience left your body.

          Certainly some time has passed, as you are in a different environment now. The dim candle lights made the silhouettes of what you thought was the school’s infirmary, as the litters aligned in bays and a long balcony could be seen. Your systems were slowly waking up, as a burning pain raised from where you knew it was your previously violated cut. Looking down at your body you could notice freshly made bandages, and in the table near you, a lot of medical supplies. 

          For how long you had been out? That was the question hammering in your head. You must have given Leonora a hell of a scare. You didn’t mean to do it, of course, but you knew hospitals and infermaries made her really nervous, as she remembered her ill mother. Tilting your head to the side now, you could see her beautiful red hair lying beside your body. 

          Her hands were intertwined on yours and her breath was steady. Still, you couldn’t not notice the dark circles beneath her eyes, she might have been covering your part of the work, just like you had done for her all those nights before. Carefully moving your right hand as you left hers, you started to gently comb her hair, trying to wake her up smoothly.

          “Hey you” Your hoarse voice said fondly when she lazily raised her head to look at you.

          “Hey, corny head” She greeted softly “How're you feeling?” She asked calmly, grabbing your hand from her scalp and gently rubbing her thumb over your soft skin.

          “Rested. Was it that bad? For how long was I out?”

          “You’re lucky your mom’s recipe was powerful” Reprehanse in her voice “It was just for one day”

          “I’m sorry I scared you” You said sincerely.

          “It’s okay” One of her hands traveled to your own scalp now. God you missed that.

          “It’s not” You would never mean to harm her.

          “I had some time to think you know” Leonora said after some moments of silence, just you staring at each other's eyes, screaming through the gaze all the unspoken feelings you had to each other, but didn’t dare to say it out loud.

          “Yeah? What did you think?” A hint of fear lashing through your body.

          “True love it’s not getting madly in love with someone. It’s choosing someone over and over again despite their flaws and mistakes because the world doesn’t feel right without sharing it with them” Her other hand encapsulate your left cheek, carefully caressing it “You choose me, even when you were not by my side, so I decided to choose you, whatever this corny bullshit it means” You felt an explosion of feeling though your heart, most of them good, but there was still one thing nagging at you.

          “It’s going to be a big mess, you know that right?” 

          “Oh yeah, it will. But what made you think I didn’t like some mess?” A wicked smile appeared on her lips and my God it made her look even better with it.

          “Guess we are going to punish whoever stands in our way then, seems like a good plan” You said in a determined voice.

          “For an ever, you’re wicked as hell, baby girl” Her grin grew wider and for sure, this woman will be the death of you, anytime.

          “I’m also a never, honey. Don’t try me” A vicious expression growing on your own face.

          “Oh you know I would love to” 

[look-at-the-soul]

All we’d ever need (Part 1)

Tommy Shelby x reader

🌷Massive thanks to @lyarr24 for providing this idea. I can’t say this enough, Lee-Anne your incredible idea came just as I was feeling kind of out of Tommy inspiration (maybe because the season is gone), thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing and trusting this and other ideas… I love it!!!

🔮Summary:  You are Polly’s goddaughter, met Tommy when you moved in with your godmother. After Grace left, when he was broken, in a shell, moved by the pain… until he started noticing you. Then in a serious relationship some unexpected news will shake their worlds a little.

“Polly open the safe please.” She was looking at the window, distracted. “Polly…”

She finally woke up from dreamland and confused, looked at him.

Tommy pointed at the safe.

What was it with everyone lately? Doing everything slower, making him repeat himself.

“Have you heard from Y/N?” She opened the safe and looked at him in silence.

“She’s busy, I guess Polly.” Taking what he needed, he closed it again. “Why?”

Polly looked around, there were people taking bets. This wasn’t the time or place to tell him, she needed to talk to Y/N first.

“Oh, nothing she just told me her father got some new stones and pearls, there are two rare yellow diamonds she wanted to show me.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes at her. What the fuck?

“Pol, I need you focused on the business, we are about to take over Sabini can your fucking pearls wait for later?”

“Calm down Thomas, everything will be fine.”

Tommy arched his eyebrows. “Of course, it will, and you want to know why? Because I’m not thinking of fucking yellow diamonds.” He snapped and left the room.

He had so much going on at the same time, he didn’t have patience for this.

Marching to his office he found Lizzie coming out from it.

“The files you have been waiting arrived, I just left them on your desk.”

Finally, the information over Michael and Anna Gray.

***

“Lizzie says there was a gunshot.” Y/N entered Tommy’s office with a worried look.

He was picking up the papers scattered on the floor.

“She’s mad at me because I didn’t tell her where Michael is.”

“You found her son?! Tommy…” The smile on her face told him he did the right thing.

“I can’t tell her where he is, just look at what she did.” He pointed at the ceiling, there was the fucking hole.

“If you know she’s carrying a loaded gun, you should have known better not to make her upset.” She warned him, but then her eyes got soft and a smile started to form. Tommy pulled her hard for a kiss, their lips smashing together, immediately feeling like he started a fire inside of her. “Wait, wait, Tommy.” She asked out of breath, his hand somehow was already half way inside her panties.

“What.” He was frustrated, getting hard within seconds.

“I have something for you.” That’s why she was in his office. “Was going to wait until the races, but the reopening of The Garrison seems very fitting.” Y/N opened her purse to show him a black velvet box.

Inside, Tommy found a gold cufflink set.

“See? The little wishbone there?” Y/N took one and lifted his left wrist just to see how it would look. “I asked my father to put the flour-leaf clover and the horseshoe to wish you good fortune, also because you love your horses.” It was a tremendous piece of art. “It’s 14k.”

Tommy cupped her face between his hands, he didn’t know how she do it, in the middle of the madness, on top of his chaos, she brought calmness, peace, a smile and everything got better.

“Thank you, Y/N for this… for everything.” He adored her, would do anything to see her smile.

Pleased that Tommy liked his present, Y/N pressed her lips on his for a quick kiss. “Will you finally show me what dress you chose for me?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Should I be scared of your choice?” Y/N took his flat cap from his hands and placed it on top of her head. Tommy gave it a little tug to cover half her eyes.

“I chose you, I think you should be scared.” Lifting her chin up to look at him from under the small visor of the cap, she asked: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You sound like me now, ey?”

“Just so you to know… I chose you, I gave you the chance, not the other way around.” He knew that, but he liked to give her a hard time.

Especially when he was in a good mood like tonight.

The Shelby brothers kept the new decoration of The Garrison a top secret until tonight.

Everything was new, there was lots and lots of gold everywhere she looked around, they wanted to show off their new status, the power… Tommy removed the arm around her waist to hug Arthur, a genuine smile on his face, lighting him up.

“There you are, come here girl!” Arthur took her in his arms and spun her around, earning a happy squeal.

“Oi! Put her down!” Tommy joked.

The kiss on her cheek tickled for the mustache. “Good to see you Y/N, good to see you.”

Tommy grabbed a drink and took her hand to guide her to a quiet place, as they were walking by the main entrance, Ada appeared with Karl in her arms. Haven’t seen her in a while.

“I’m glad you came, Ada.” Tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulders as Esme took Karl.

She opened her free arm to Y/N. “You look nice.” Excitedly she gave Ada two kisses. “Likewise… You should visit more often, next time Karl won’t even know my name.”

“When are you finally getting married?” Ada asked, making Y/N look down. She hadn’t told Tommy anything yet, he was always busy, always fixing things, solving everyone’s problems. Besides, he never showed any interest in taking their relationship to the next level.

Clearing his throat he suggested: “Why don’t you talk to Polly? She’s already pissed.”

Walking over her, Y/N tried to fix Polly’s hair, her coat was hanging from her shoulders, a drunk smirk on her face.

“If you don’t have an address, then I’m not interested.” She downed her drink as if it was water.

“Polly…” Y/N started.

“You must know it, he tells you everything.”

“I don’t have his address Pol, I would go and find him for you, you know I love you.”

“Filthy liar.” Polly pointed her finger at her. “Get me the address, or I will tell your man.”

Ada looked between them. What was she talking about?

Y/N felt stabbed. “Don’t you dare. You wouldn’t do it.” It wasn’t fair from her.

“You heard me, and you know me.” Polly’s stare could turn anyone in stone.

“What’s going on?” Ada looked between them, confused.

“Do it, and I will make sure Tommy never gives you the address.” Y/N warned. Anger running through her veins. Y/N loved her, but she would never forgive Polly if she opened her mouth.

Three days earlier…

“Tommy is driving me crazy Y/N, you need to distract him with something.”

Y/N chuckled. “You say that like you don’t actually know Tommy.” She poured some tea for both of them. Polly was her godmother, her Mum’s best friend, they were very close since she was in, well… the oven.

“You are right, he is acting like a lion in a cage, nothing will calm him until the business is settled. Not even you.”

“Last night he was talking about a new horse he wants, thinking of names out loud, I swear I was listening to him, but he was having one of those phases when he can’t stop talking… then he got angry because I fell asleep.” He was so pissed at her.

Polly chuckled. “He barely says four words with us. All he does is move his eyes, I have to guess what he wants and then he won’t shut up with you. You make him good Y/N.”

“He makes me good too.” She saw her goddaughter’s eyes glow at the thought of him. “Did you choose the pearls for your necklace?”

Her father owned a jewelry in London, they just got some precious stones from Africa and beautiful pearls from the Philippines, Polly’s birthday already passed but she wanted to gift her something special.

“My girl, you don’t have to give me anything, you know that.” She smiled at Y/N, she was like a daughter to her, the closest kind of love she would ever have.

Y/N took Polly’s hands in hers, suddenly the memories at nine years old when Polly let her play dress up with her handbags, hats and necklaces hit back. “I met Tommy thanks to you, remember? There’s no pearl, or precious stone in the world to give you back what you gave me.”

“Come here.” Polly opened her arms for her.

“Thank you Polly for everything you’ve done for me, and for them.” She added pointing at the Shelby brothers photograph. Y/N had tears in her eyes.

“Stop, you are making me cry.”

“We have to go, now.” Tommy ordered, not even saying good morning to them.

“But…” Y/N took the cup in her hands to place it in the sink.

“I said now.” His hand extended to her.

“Give me that, I will clean it.” Polly said to her and watched them leave the house.

As the front door closed and her eyes saw the remains of tea leaves her goddaughter left in her cup, Polly gasped. She had taken a second look to make sure she wasn’t wrong, but even in the light by the window she saw the same over and over.

A baby.

Y/N was pregnant.

***

If he was busy before, now that the business was legal, he was even busier.

“Where’s Y/N?” Polly asked right after taking a cigarette from his desk.

Tommy paused his reading, slowly placed the paper in front of him over his desk, next to unread paper pile.

“I don’t fucking know, Pol. I don’t carry Y/N around my hip.” The words came out in a harsh tone he didn’t mean, but he had so many things to do.

Polly noticed his bad mood so she decided it was best to leave him alone. Wandering around the betting shop, she found Lizzie on the typewriter, Esme was pouring some whiskey.

“You are going to make a hole on the floor.” Esme looked at her by the corner of her eyes.

Polly stopped on her tracks, a hand on her hip and worry in her eyes. Esme was like her, she noticed things.

“We are going to need more people helping with the bets now.” She tried to cover her nervousness with a glass of whiskey. Her guessing could be wrong, but… she was hardly wrong about those things.

“That’s why you are like that?” Esme put her book down.

Polly looked at Esme, considering her options. “If you see Y/N, tell her I need to have a word. It’s urgent.”

She spent the whole day pacing the betting shop then around the house. How didn’t she see it earlier?

The ashes of her used cigarette fell to the floor, over her shoes.

“Thank you so much Isaiah, you can leave the vegetables under the kitchen table.” Y/N held the door open for him, he was also carrying a sack of flour.

“Yes ma’am.” He was young but very strong, trying to make his way around the peaky boys.

“Let me give you a pie I made, you can share it with the boys.”

Polly intercepted her on her way around the kitchen, her arms on her shoulders. Looking carefully at Isaiah. “I’ll get it for him, sit down.”

“Tommy asked me to-“

“Later Isaiah, close the door.”

Y/N frowned at her tone, she was always kind to their people.

“How are you feeling?” Polly asked her as her hands cupped her cheeks, making her get up carefully, then one of her hands was below her bellybutton.

“Fine? Why?” Y/N gasped as Polly placed both palms on her breasts.

“Woah!” She looked at her godmother confused.

The smile on Polly’s face grew even bigger, she was speechless for the first time. She wasn’t wrong.

“Oh! Tommy will be so happy!” She beamed.

“Polly, Polly… what’s going on?”

“I read the tea leaves you left by accident this morning and I thought I was reading it wrong, but now I know I still have the touch.” As Y/N’s gaze seemed lost, Polly clarified: “You are with a child my girl.”

Y/N blinked, she was out of words. All kind of thoughts running through her mind, her eyes looked at the table next to her, the black Madonna around Polly’s neck, the clock on the wall… no, this couldn’t be happening.

“Sit down, you look ill.” Grabbing the chair, Polly helped Y/N. “It’s too early but later I can tell you if it will be a girl or a boy… finally some good news in this family!” She poured a glass of whiskey for her and water for Y/N. “Tommy will be delighted when he hears the news.”

She had seen it by accident, didn’t mean to… but she wasn’t expecting Y/N’s reaction.

“Polly…” Y/N finally spoke. “Tommy cannot know about this.” Polly noticed she wasn’t smiling.

Her godmother was the confused one now. “Why not?”

“How the hell did this happen?” She answered with another question, panic running through her body. “Tommy always finishes outside.” Her words were barely a whisper, she could feel the beating of her heart in her ears.

“Doesn’t matter now, he’s going to be a father!” Polly pulled her for a hug.

Tommy never mentioned he wanted to get married, let alone have children. They barely had time to be together with his business expansion, he wasn’t the kind of man to settle down either, there were always women around him, he held some kind of powerful magnet… their relationship was convenient to him, he knew she wouldn’t betray him.

A shadow was always holding him back, and having a family was never part of his agenda, a crying baby and a bossy wife wasn’t made for him… he would eventually get bored of the married life.

What if Grace decided to come back?

What if he decided to leave her just like his own father abandoned them when his Mum passed away?

“Listen to me Polly, I will talk to him alright? But not now. In the meantime, you cannot share this with anyone.”

“Y/N.” Polly complained.

“Promise me Polly, please.”

Polly sighed. “Fine, but you need to eat more and don’t lift anything heavy, need to take care of this little peanut.” Her hand caressing her still inexistent baby bump.

“Mrs. Gray! Miss Y/N!” Isaiah rushed inside catching his breath. “Tommy wants you, family meeting.”

Y/N looked at her godmother. A pleading look in her eyes.

****

Part 2

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[blueicequeen19]

Stranded

I plopped down on the deck of Heywards boat. Pope was going to kill us. It was late so no one was answering their phones that could come rescue us. I shouldn't have listened to JJ when he insisted on a quick beer run. He was way too over confident, not afraid to get in trouble, and a terrible flirt. And I was stuck with him until morning. I glared at him as he plopped down across from me with a joint in one hand and a beer in the other. This was going to be a long night.

We sat in silence for a long time. I was new to the group, only sticking around because I'd had the biggest crush on John B until he met Sarah. So when I looked up from my spot of resting my chin on my knees, I was surprised to see the hungry look in JJ's eyes as he leaned against the cabin door. My stomach instantly filled with butterflies. I’d never been looked at like that before. He was looking at me down his nose as he took long hits off the joint, running a hand through his messy hair on occasion. He was nice to look at too with his tanned torso on display but at least I wasn't gawking at him.

"What's your problem?" I snapped, hugging my knees closer to my chest. JJ shifted before finishing off another beer and smashing the can in his hand.

"Don't be mad." JJ said and I immediately tensened, my body riddled with anxiety. "Your pussy is showing." I gasped, my heart sinking to the ocean floor as I jumped to my feet and fixed my bottoms. Sure enough I could feel the thin material folded inward between my lips. How long had it been like that? Why was he staring like that? Why didn't he say anything? I was mortified, on the verge of embarrassed and angry tears.

I turned to look at the water when I felt him behind me. His hands came up to rest gently on my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I liked it.” I gulp at his words. My body was reacting in ways it never had before around JJ. He was irritating. Annoying. Selfish. But I liked the way he’d looked at me. I liked the way it made me feel. JJ turns me and offers a small smile. I can’t stop myself as I lift up on my toes and kiss him. He immediately wraps his arms around me and deepens the kiss, devouring me. His hands palm my ass as he presses his body into mine, the impressive erection in his pants digging into my waist.

“We should stop.” I pant, fear consuming me from the inside as his mouth moved down to my neck. What if this ruined everything? What about their rule? No Pogue On Pogue Macking?

“Why? Because I’m not John B?” My eyes widen as he pulls back to look at me, his eyes lingering on my mouth. “I know about your little crush.”

“I-.”

“It’s okay. I get it. John B is the better man. The saver option. I’d only cause you trouble.” JJ murmurs, his hands sliding to my hips as I fight to fill my lungs with air. I rubbed my thighs together, in desperate need for this ache to go away.

“JJ, I-.”

“We don’t have to tell anybody. What happens on this boat, stays out here with us. If that’s what you want.”

“It’s not about John B. I’ve only had sex with one person so I don’t even know what I’m doing. I don’t want to be bad at it then have to face you everyday with our friends.” I blurt and his features soften, his hand cupping my cheek.

“We have all night. I could show you how to please a man. How a woman likes to be pleased. I won’t do anything you won’t like. Maybe when the times comes, you could show John B.” My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his dark blue eyes, blonde hair a mess on his forehead as he stroked my cheek.

“What about the rule?” I whisper and JJ gives a devious smile, his ringed thumb gliding over my swollen bottom lip.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” I feel his other hand slide between my legs and I part them to grand him access, my breathing uneven as he caresses me gently. “If it makes you feel any better, you have a pretty pussy.” His voice is gruff, sending a shiver up my spine as he leans in to kiss me. I welcome his lips, letting him kiss me how he wants, steal my breath until my arms circle his neck to help keep me upright.

“I’ve always wanted to know what you taste like.” He says, taking my bottom lips between his teeth.

This was just one night. For educational purposes.

“Have you ever had your pussy licked?” JJ whispers against my lips and I shake my head, my hands shaking with nerves.

“I want you to sit on my face that way you can be the look out.” JJ says dropping down to his knees and pulling me with him before I can protest. Sit on his.. face?

“W-why can’t we just go in the cabin?” I asked as he untied the strings of my bottoms. I didn’t have time to protest before they were off and he was pulling me over to straddle his head as he laid on his back.

“Because this is more fun.” I shivered from his warm breath against my pulsing core, covering my face as my cheeks heated.

“Look around. Let me know if anyone is coming.. besides you.” I rolled my eyes at his stupid joke when suddenly his tongue was moving through my slit, licking and flicking as he went. I squealed when his hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me down onto his mouth. I was going to be a terrible look out.

“Can’t you breathe?” I questioned, my eyes threatening to roll back into my head as his tongue began to thrust inside me. He mumbled something incoherently. I couldn’t help but rock my hips back and forth, the pleasure inside me building like a bomb ready to explode. He sucked my clit into his mouth, tightening his hold on my thighs as he made me cum in his mouth. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming, although choked whimpers flew out anyway.

My body shook as I was no longer able to hold myself up. He gently slid out from under me as I collapsed down on my towel, using my bag as a pillow as I fought to catch my breath. JJ’s mouth was smeared with my release, the bulge in his shorts more than noticeable as he eyed me hungrily.

“How was your first time?” JJ asks, moving up my body so he’s hovering and kneeling between my legs.

“Uh, awkward. Painful. He freaked out that I bled a little.” I admit and JJ shakes his head.

“He’s a loser. Don’t ever feel bad about your body doing natural things.” I melt as he leans in to kiss me softly, his erection nudging my clit and I arch into him.

“How’d he do it? Him on top?” JJ asks and I nod. I let out a shaky breath as his lips move down my neck and to my collarbone, his tongue jutting out to trace along the bone.

“How do you want it this time?” JJ looks up at me as he moves my top to the side and takes my nipple into his mouth. I cry out, sparks shooting through my body as he sucks.. and bites.

“I uh— I don’t know. What feels best for you?” I choke out and he laughs around my flesh in his mouth.

“This isn’t about me.” JJ mumbles, switching between my nipples.

“I won’t know what I’ll like unless we try it.” I breathe, tugging on his hair and bringing his mouth back to mine.

“Let’s try doggy. I think you’ll like that. Flip over, ass in the air.” JJ kisses me again before raising up so I can do as he says. He runs his fingers through my arousal in a torturously slow tease. I look over my shoulder to see his eyes hooded as he frees himself from his shorts. I gasp at the size. I immediately shrink away but he grabs my hips, pulling me back with a smirk.

“You can take it. It’ll feel good. I promise.” JJ says, sliding a condom down his long cock.

“Are you gonna be the look out?” I whimper, feeling him start to crown me.

“Yea, baby, I’ll be the look out.” His voice is strained as he pushes his way inside me, filling and stretching me deeply. He’s not even all the way in before he starts to slide in and out, my toes curling in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, it’s so deep.” I moan, feeling him deep inside my stomach as he starts to move faster, reaching further.

“Does it feel good?” JJ questions, gripping my hips hard as he pounds into me. I answer with a moan, my head dropping down to the towel as he fucks me. And boy did he fuck me. I felt it deep inside me, a soreness like I’d never felt before settled in deep. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly cum again, I do with a choked scream while biting down on my towel.

The sounds he made were enough to get me off themselves. I’d never heard a man be pleasured and it became my new favorite sound. He grunted or cursed with every snap of his hips, sinking in balls deep every time until I could no longer hold myself up.

“J, I-I can’t. You’re killing me.” I whined, my fingers finding that sweet spot between my legs and causing my body to tighten.

“No, you’re killing me.” JJ groans, yanking me upright so he can reach a new angle and I take in the empty water around us. It was so beautiful at night.

“Cum for me one more time. Squeeze me one more time and I’ll cum with you.” JJ says into my ear, skin slapping into skin as I come undone. My mouth opens on a scream just as his hand flies over it, grunting loudly into my ear as his thrusts become quick and sloppy until he finally stills. I tremble as we both lower ourselves down onto the towel and a wave of exhaustion hits me while he discards the condom.

I smile as JJ wraps me in his strong arms and kisses me lazily, his tongue finding it’s way into my mouth.

“I’d love to fuck you again but I’m out of condoms.” He rasps and I jolt when his hand finds its way between my thighs. I moan into his mouth as he strokes my clit, my legs shaking with exertion.

“But man do I love the sounds you make.”

[milliedazzledust]

If A Look Could Kill (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Words: 1429 words

A/N: this is literally a blurb from a scene in the 2nd episode of fatws when they're all in the car after they fought the supersoldiers

They had been in the same car for no more than ten minutes and Y/N was already holding herself back from punching the smug smile on the man pretending to be Captain America. Both fake heroes had showed up in the middle of their fight, throwing around Steve’s shield, acting like the world owed them anything.

Earlier that day, inside the comfort of the apartment she shared with Bucky, she had watched the cocky man parading in front of cameras, standing in a stadium. She had heard him talk about Steve like he knew him, like he had fought along side with him. And when he had compared Steve to a brother, when she had seen the look of hurt and betrayal on Bucky’s face, her heart had shattered.

She knew that sometimes grief could come like a runaway truck, that despite seeing it careening down the highway, we might not have enough time to get out of its way. And she had seen it that morning, that grief smashing Bucky right in the face when he had least expected it. She didn’t know the man the government had chosen to replace the Captain, but she already hated him for causing her lover pain.

"If you guys joined us we could …" The man pretending to be in charge started as the military vehicle was moving.

"No." Bucky hostly cut him.

There wasn’t a lot of space between the five of them. She had been forced to sit next to the man with the shield while her friends were in front of her.

The tension was almost palpable. Sam had his arms crossed and his lips pursed and Bucky was visibly clenching his jaw. Their patience was hanging by a thread and only she seemed to have notice.

Ignoring the conversation they were having, she exchanged a knowing look with her boyfriend. He had a short temper and habits he had picked up from his alter-ego that could potentially get him to explode. Judging by the side glances Sam kept giving him, she guessed she wasn’t the only one worried.

"What do you say, Y/N ?" She heard the man sitting next to her talk.

Unwillingly, she turned around to look at him.

"What was that ?" She asked him.

His smirk alone was enough to make her roll her eyes.

"We could use a … woman like you" He told her suggestively. She didn’t miss the way he looked her up and down, neither did Bucky.

"A woman like me ?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.

"Yeah, you’ve got potential, babe. So what do you say ?" He said in a seductive voice. "Interested in joining us ?"

A quick glance at her boyfriend was enough for her to tense when she saw him going from annoyed to seriously pissed off. He was scowling at the man with all his old ferocity, looking everything like the assassin he had once been.

"Does he always stare like that ?" Battlestar inquired, nodding toward Bucky.

"You do know your friend is disrespecting Y/N in front of her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the most prolific assassin on this planet, right ?" Sam ironically told him.

The woman narrowed her eyes at the man sitting next to her, irritated by his behavior.

"At what point did you decide we were close enough for you to refer to me as ‘babe’ ? Because I think I missed the memo between the need to punch your face and the craving to shove your ego up your ass"

Bucky’s chest swelled with pride at her comeback and he sniggered. He knew she was a strong woman and had always loved that feisty side of her. She was fire and he was ice, a perfect combinaison yet dangerous association. Even Sam seemed pleased when he noticed Walker growing uncomfortable next to her.

"Look, we know you don’t like us" The other soldier known as Battlestar answered.

"That’s an understatement" Sam muttered under his breath.

"We’re on the same team here" Walker added.

"No, we’re not" Bucky glared at him.

The soldier with the shield sighed. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing at the men in front of him.

"I’m not trying to replace anyone" He started to explain.

"You couldn’t if you tried" Y/N mocked him.

"My point is, I know I’m not Steve and I’m not trying to be. But I am Captain America"

"Like hell you are" Bucky scornfully stated.

"It takes a lot more than knowing how to throw a shield to become a superhero" Sam reminded him.

"I am what the world need right now" He insisted.

"What the world want. Big difference" Sam continued.

"You were getting your ass kicked back there" Battlestar told them, helping his friend’s case. "We saved you"

"Should we say thank you ?" Y/N ironically threw at them.

"This isn’t up to you. Why are we even arguing about that ?" Walker was getting annoyed.

"Because you’re not even half the man Steve was yet you keep parading like a clown pretending to be someone you’re not" Bucky aggressively spoke with a cold voice. "You don’t get to mention his name, Walker, not when you’re destroying all he’s ever work for"

"Bucky…" Sam called him with a cautious tone, trying to get him to calm down.

The former assassin shut his mouth, refraining himself from saying anything more.

"Obviously there’s some issues you still need to work on" Walker spoke with a grin on his face. "But my offer still stands. We’d work better together"

"Keep on dreaming" Y/N expressed, rolling her eyes.

"If we’re being honest here, the only thing I dream about is you out of that suit" He forcefully flirted, looking down at her superhero outfit

She cringed at his useless attempt of seduction and missed the way Bucky’s expression turned dark in the split of a second. He clenched his jaw so hard his veins were visibly noticeable and his blue eyes were boring into Walker. If a simple stare could kill, he’d already be dead. He looked as menacing as can be with that hostile glare and his anger was reflecting itself through the way his muscles were bulging, ready to attack.

"Don’t do anything stupid" Sam warned him when he realized the man’s patience was running low.

Bucky growled and before any of them could react, the super soldier watched his newfound nemesis casually placing his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. His entire body tensed and his blood ran cold.

"If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you’re gonna lose both of them, Walker" Y/N threatened him.

"I’d take her word, Captain, ‘cause you’re about to be eaten alive" Sam advised him.

The soldier dismissed him and laughed, which only seemed to anger the woman and her boyfriend.

It all happened too fast for anyone to react. Just as Y/N was about to assault the man, Bucky decided to let his rage speak for himself and reached for Walker’s hand, twisting his fingers. He could almost feel the bones on the verge of breaking and his skin had started to turn red as the former assassin applied more pressure. The soldier grunted loudly in pain, trying to release himself from the tightening grip.

"Stop the car !" Bucky shouted.

The vehicle slowed down and he menacingly leaned toward Walker.

"If you so much as glance at her again, I will rip you to pieces"

Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the serious promise of death he could see in his eyes, but the soldier bit back the lump in his throat, unable to answer. He looked terrified.

"Told you" Sam shrugged as Bucky released the man.

They both stepped out of the car, waiting for Y/N. The woman, still angry, turned to stare at the soldiers in blue and red.

"One more thing" She tilted her head.

Without notice, her fist collided with John Walker's jaw. The loud impact with his face was enough to almost knock him out and she smiled. Pleased with herself, she got up and followed her friends.

"Was that really necessary ?" Sam joked and they started walking.

"Oh c’mon, you know you’ve been dying to punch the guy" She smirked.

Bucky placed his human arm around her shoulders and a sweet kiss on the side of her forehead, secretly satisfied.

[blu-joons]

When You Kiss Him Out Of The Blue ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

“Wish me luck,” Seonghwa whispered to you as the boys prepared to head up onto the stage.

“You don’t need luck,” you laughed, taking a hold of Seonghwa’s hand, squeezing it gently to try and reassure him, “I know you’ll smash the show.”

His head nodded confidently, “I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you and wave to you if I manage to spot you in the crowd,” he promised.

“I’ll be watching, and dancing,” you chuckled, suddenly leaning across to peck against Seonghwa’s cheek, surprising him.

He didn’t know what to do as he quickly felt his cheeks begin to darken, “you can’t do that to me when I’m about to go on stage.”

“I didn’t do anything to you.”

“I’m blushing.”

“Sorry,” you sniggered, pressing your hand against his cheek, “just think about something else and I’m sure that it will go down before you head up on stage.”

Seonghwa’s eyes rolled as you fanned either side of his face, “if fans start taking pictures of me blushing, I’ll make sure that they know it’s you.”

“I’ll be very proud knowing I’m the reason for your blush.”

Hongjoong:

“Happy birthday,” you whispered across to Hongjoong as soon as you noticed him stirring.

“Thank you,” he groggily murmured, taking a moment to wake himself up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before rolling around to face you.

Your smile was wide as you admired his sleepy state, “another year older,” you teased, shuffling your frame a little bit closer to him.

“Please don’t remind me,” Hongjoong grinned, feeling a kiss suddenly be pressed against his lips as soon as he finished talking.

It was the perfect wake up for Hongjoong as he pulled you back towards him, “is that all that I get? It is my birthday, remember?”

“We’ve got the rest of the day yet.”

“I like that, a lot.”

“Before anything else, you’ve got to open your presents,” you reminded him, “I think you’ll be pretty impressed this year, I’d say it’s my best year yet.”

Hongjoong’s eyes lit up as you reached down to pick up the first of his gifts, “last year was pretty good, so I’ve got some high expectations this year.”

“Trust me, these gifts are a thousand times better than those.”

Yunho:

“Here,” Yunho grinned, passing the pan across to you after burying to the back of the cupboard.

“Thank you,” you grinned, placing it on top of the hob, switching on the heat to start boiling the vegetables that you were preparing for dinner.

As you did so, Yunho watched you with a wide smile, “it’s been a whilst since we got to do anything like this together properly, with no one around.”

“It’s been a while,” you agreed, suddenly spinning around to face Yunho, stretching across to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

His smile went wide as you did so, feeling his heart race a little quicker. “What was that for?” He asked, keeping a close eye on you.”

“I’m just excited to cook with you.”

“I’m excited too.”

“I love the boys, but it’s nice just the two of us,” you smiled, grabbing the kettle as it finished boiling, “and it’s nice to have to cook for two, nine is a pain sometimes.”

Yunho nodded in agreement with you, “they’re far too fussy, at least just the two of us, we get to do whatever we want, and enjoy it too.”

“You know, we might have to start doing this more often.”

Yeosang:

“Try not to stress,” Yeosang whispered, cupping either side of your face with his warm hands.

“I’m trying,” you responded, trying to keep calm as you prepared yourself to head into work and face the wrath of your boss, “this is going to be a nightmare.”

Yeosang smiled sympathetically back at you, “remember what I said, if you need picking up or someone to call, I’m just on the phone.”

“I know,” you smiled, suddenly pulling Yeosang towards you so that you could give him a kiss, “I really appreciate you being here for me.”

His head nodded, momentarily flustered to speak. “show them how brave you are, because you know that none of this is your fault.”

“At least we know that that’s true.”

“He will too soon.”

“Nothing is ever his fault,” you reminded Yeosang, “everyone in that office is going to be in for it, and we’re the ones that haven’t even done anything wrong.”

Yeosang quickly stopped you, reminding you to breathe again, “just try and not stress about things, this will pass, just like everything else does.”

“Honestly, today cannot go quickly enough for me.”

San:

“I’m home,” San grinned opening up the front door, hearing your footsteps race through the house.

“You’re here,” you smiled, rushing across to San, as he dropped his suitcase, opening up his arms for you to head straight into, “I missed you so much.”

You squeezed his frame tight, relieved not to be in an empty apartment any longer. “It’s been horrible being away from you for so long.”

“You’re back now, that’s all that matters,” you whispered, suddenly pulling away from the crook of his neck to press a kiss to his lips.

Your kiss came as a surprise to San, but definitely as something that he’d missed too, “I always forget how much I miss home until I’m back.”

“The place has been so empty and boring.”

“But not anymore.”

“Definitely not,” you chuckled, unable to believe that at last San was back in front of you, “the place is all ready for you, I’ve spent the whole morning tidying.”

San smiled appreciatively back across at you, “you didn’t need to do that, I don’t care about the state of the place, I just care about you.”

“I’m doing a whole lot better now that your home.”

Mingi:

“What do you think?” Mingi asked as you opened up the box that he gave you, noticing a key inside.

“Is this for real?” You laughed, taking the key out and twirling it around in your fingers, “this isn’t some sort of prank key that won’t work in the door?”

Mingi grabbed your hand and pulled you up, “why don’t we try it? You can use your front door key for the first time,” he excitedly suggested.

“Wow,” you chuckled, stepping out of the apartment and shutting the door, inserting the key, and hearing the lock reopen.

As you stepped back into the house, you jumped onto Mingi’s back, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “I take it that this is your yes then?”

“Of course, I want to move in with you.”

“That’s the right answer.”

“It’s a no-brainer,” you smiled, feeling his hands wrap around your legs to keep you up, “I’d be crazy not to move in with you, I spend enough time here anyway.”

Mingi smiled back at you, listening to the excitement in your voice, “at least you won’t have too many things to move in, most of its here.”

“If only, you should see the size of my wardrobes Mingi.”

Wooyoung:

“Why are you getting so shy,” Wooyoung teased, embracing the blush that was on your cheeks.

“Stop,” you sniggered, trying to push against his chest to get him away from you, “my heart is going to melt soon if you don’t stop talking to me.”

A loud chuckle escaped from Wooyoung, “I’ll always be rooting for you, you’ve got a promotion Y/N, this is something that we should be celebrating.”

“Thank you,” you laughed, suddenly pressing a kiss to Wooyoung’s lips to silence him, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Wooyoung finally went quiet, stunned by the sudden kiss that you gave him. “Yeah…no problem,” completely flustered by your kiss.”

“Why’ve you gone quiet now?”

“You know why?”

“Sorry,” you smirked, feeling Wooyoung’s arm snake around your waist, “I love that you’re happy for me, but you can only tell me that I’m great so many times.”

His head shook in reply to you, “I think that I can never stop telling you how great you are, you got a promotion Y/N, excuse the pun, but it’s great news.”

“I can’t wait to get started, plenty of new opportunities.”

Jongho:

“What do you think?” Jongho asked as he finished singing you his part of the group’s new song.

“It’s amazing,” you complimented, stunned, just as usual by Jongho’s voice, “it’s unfair that someone can be as talented as you are.”

His head shook, looking down to the ground, “I’m not even that talented, I’m easily the worst dancer of the group, my voice hides it well.”

“That’s not true,” you laughed, suddenly pressing a kiss against Jongho’s lips, “I think that you’re the best dancer in the group in fact.”

His eyes widened as you spoke, feeling his cheeks heat up by your sudden affection, “you’re just saying that, being nice as ever.”

“No, I really mean it Jongho.”

“Come on Y/N.”

“What?” You laughed, nudging his arm gently, “I really do mean it, you might want to play your talents down, but I’ll always hype you back up.”

Jongho smiled appreciatively back across at you, “thank you for always cheering me on, even when sometimes I don’t cheer myself on too much.”

“You know me, I’m always going to be your biggest fan.”

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