#I'll come back giffing him too soon I just need to get rid of some obsession (giffing atz mostly 🤣)

[faceglitchsworld]

BIT!

BIT YOU'RE TOO SWEET 😭

I wasn't expecting this gift at all, really 🥹

to: @faceglitchsworld, happy holidays ♡

[ro-is-struggling]

Jealousy || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: An undercover mission in Madripoor of all places leads to rivalry, jealousy and unexpected confessions of love.

Warnings: takes place on the events of episode 3 of tfatws, mutual pining, jealousy, Zemo being a little shit, brief mention of reader’s backstory (she worked for a thief and smuggler named Fiona before joining the avengers), reader fake-flirts with Zemo, Bucky and the reader fight and it ends in light smut (just some kisses and over the clothes stuff), fluff

English is not my first language

Word count: 6700+

Notes: this is based on a dream I had so I’m sorry if something doesn’t make sense, I wrote it in like 4 hours because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Also I don’t usually write smut so I’m sorry if the little kiss scene at the end sucks

i love this gif so much omg

"Absolutely not. No. This is a bad idea." You exclaimed, worried as soon as you heard Zemo's plan to get information about the person responsible for the recreation of the super soldier serum. You weren't happy about having to work with him, but when Bucky insisted it was the only option you had left, you accepted it, trusting your friend's judgment. But this was something you couldn't accept. Zemo insisted that Bucky pose as the Winter Soldier for the mission ahead of you and you thought it was a terrible idea. It had taken him a lot of time and effort to get rid of his alter ego created by Hydra and it wasn't fair to ask him to play that role again. You didn't care if it was for a couple of hours, you didn't think it was a good idea to let Bucky step back into the shoes of the Winter Soldier. 

"It's the only way." Zemo tried to reason with you. "We need leverage if we want to get something from Selby."

"I can do it." Bucky spoke, making you take your intense murderous gaze off Zemo to rest your eyes on him. "He's right, doll. We need to do this. We have no choice."

"Bullshit, there's always another option." You grumbled, hoping your words would bring Bucky to his senses. "Sam, back me up here."

"She's right, Buck. We can't ask you to do this." Sam intervened, understanding the complexity of the situation. Zemo was asking him to relive his nightmares, his deepest traumas as if that was nothing. It wasn't fair and he was willing to find another way to get information if they needed it. He would never ask Bucky to do something like that for a mission.

However, he insisted that he would be okay. He assured you that he could handle it for a couple of hours and that he wouldn't be telling you that if it wasn't true. You snorted at his words, knowing full well that wasn't true. Bucky didn't always talk about what was going on with him, let alone about the things that had to do with that period of his life. Even Steve used to have trouble getting him to talk about his feelings and he was his best friend and the person he trusted the most in the whole world.

"Fine, then I'm coming with you." You said crossing your arms in a defiant pose.

"What? No, doll. It's too dangerous." Bucky was probably right, you were not a trained agent with years of experience in that kind of mission. You had joined the Avengers relatively recently, and you had spent most of that time in Wakanda with Bucky, caring for him and supporting him in the process of healing his mind. But that's why you refused to leave him alone. You had been with him in his worst moments and you weren't going to leave him now.

"I'll be fine." You shrugged. Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. He knew what you were doing and he didn't like it one bit. You were using his very logic against him in an attempt to get your way, but he wouldn't let you. At least not without giving you a fight.

"We don't have time to create a cover for you."

"You don't have to. I already have a reputation around here thanks to my… past activities." You weren't lying and Bucky knew it, defeat written all over his face. He tensed his jaw, pursing his lips into a thin line as he struggled to find an excuse to justify his stance. You gave him a smile, feigning innocence and he rolled his eyes.

"Really?" Zemo asked with surprise and you nodded.

"I used to work with Fiona." The mention of the woman's name was all Zemo needed to understand what you meant. Fiona was a well-known dealer of valuable artifacts who excelled at working for whoever paid her the most. She had raised you, treating you as if you were her own daughter, and had trained you—along with other kids your age—to steal for her. You had lived under her care and protection until you had crossed paths with Steve on a mission. He had made you reflect and realize that Fiona was just using you and that you deserved something much better. Shortly after that you joined the Avengers and got to know what a family really was. 

"So it's settled then.” Zemo spoke again, interrupting the silent fight you were having with Bucky through simple glances. “We all have a part to play so I'll suggest we get to work."

Everyone spent the next few hours going over the plan and getting into character. Sam had the most work to do out of everyone, having to learn as much as he could about the Smiling Tiger in just a couple of hours in order to present a convincing characterization. Zemo and you didn't have to do much due to the fact that you wouldn't be taking on anyone else's personality. And Bucky chose to seclude himself from everyone, sitting in a corner, quietly observing the scene. It was part of his characterization process, mimicking the movement patterns of his hated alter ego. 

When your eyes fell upon his figure you were momentarily startled, noticing how much he resembled the Winter Soldier. His body stood rigid, his posture straight and the muscles of his face contoured into a slight frown. But when you looked into his eyes you realized it was Bucky. His beautiful blue orbs showed emotion, something the Winter Soldier's gaze lacked. It hurt you to see him in that state. You wanted to go up to him and hug him, spread kisses all over his face until he had no choice but to smile, but you stopped yourself. He had gotten himself into that mess and now it was too late to back out. Besides, if you listened to what your heart wanted all you would do was expose your feelings for Bucky, and you weren't ready for that yet.

As the sun began to set everyone started to get dressed, changing out of your dirty combat clothes into attire appropriate for the occasion. Sam complained the whole time, mentioning that he looked like a pimp. You laughed at him until Zemo approached you with clothes he thought were appropriate for you. All amusement disappeared from your face as you refused to wear such a short and tight outfit, arguing that you didn't have to keep up appearances because you would be going as yourself. Then he revealed to you the little detail he had been planning from the moment you said you would join them. Zemo wanted you to pretend to be his date.

"That is ridiculous!" You laughed in his face. "No way! I'm not going to be around you for longer than necessary."

"Well, I think it's the perfect cover and it explains the rumors of you leaving Fiona to work with the Avengers." The laughter died in your throat when you heard those words. You didn't know the rumors had spread so far. Did Fiona have been badmouthing you in front of her clients?

"How exactly does that explain anything?"

"Simple, my darling. You left Fiona for me and all this time you've been working as a double agent just to help me get my hands on the Winter Soldier." You looked at Zemo for a few seconds, refusing to admit that his plan made sense. There was no way you would agree to pretend you were dating. You'd rather risk being discovered first.

"That's ridiculous. No one is going to care about me."

"Selby is a very paranoid person. That's why it's so important that we all play our roles to perfection." You rolled your eyes, grumbling in frustration. You knew Zemo was doing it on purpose. He wanted to annoy you, he enjoyed annoying others. He was an expert in the art of manipulation and you were convinced there was nothing he loved more than getting under people's skin. He did it with Bucky all the time and now he was trying it with you.

You hated him and were ready to tell him to go to hell if it wasn't for Bucky's voice interrupting you.

"Well, you said you wanted to come so…" You looked at him with narrowed eyes. What was that supposed to mean? Was he implying that you weren't ready for a mission like that? Because if that was the case you were happy to prove him wrong.

"Fine." You accepted reluctantly, taking the hideous outfit Zemo had offered you before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

You didn't know what had gotten into you. You didn't use to be a competitive person, but now all you could think about was proving to everyone how capable you were. Especially Bucky. Sure, maybe you weren't a Shield agent with years of experience like Natasha nor did you have incredible powers like Wanda, but you were still capable of participating in missions. You knew how to maintain a character to get what you wanted, Fiona had molded you to be the perfect thief. This wasn't your first risky mission and it wouldn't be your last either. 

You didn't quite understand why Bucky's words had affected you so much, but you felt a strange need to prove your worth to him. Maybe it was because you wanted to impress him. Or maybe you wanted to show him that you belonged in that world as much as he did. A little voice in the back of your mind told you that you were looking to make him jealous, but you shut it up immediately, burying it deep inside you. No, that was ridiculous. You were there to do your job and show Bucky that he wasn't the only one who could take risks without a second thought, and that if he didn't like it when you did it then he should stop doing it himself.

You spent the trip to the bar sitting in the back seat of the car, squeezed between Sam and Bucky while Zemo rode in the front. You were uncomfortable, not because of the small space in the car—seriously, how did Bucky manage to be so big?—, but because of the outfit you were wearing. The black dress Zemo had given you was much tighter and more revealing than your normal clothes, and the high heels, though pretty, hurt your feet. You fiddled nervously with the seam of the dress, stretching the fabric in an effort to make it cover more than half of your thighs.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bucky's voice whispering in your ear startled you. He had spent the entire drive in silence, watching the streets of Madripoor through the tinted windows of the car, so you didn't expect to hear him speak.

"Are you?" You glanced up looking at him through your lashes and arching an eyebrow defiantly. You wanted to prove a point and you wouldn't stop until you did.

Bucky clenched his jaw, holding back the urgent need to cover you with his jacket and take you to a safe place. He knew you were uncomfortable, he could read it in your face and body language. He knew you too well and was able to read past your defiant and confident attitude. But you didn't want to give in, so he remained silent. His eyes scanned your figure one last time, lingering a little longer than necessary on your exposed thighs, before returning his gaze to the car window. 

When you reached your destination, Zemo immediately put his arms around your figure, drawing you to him. Bucky found it hard to maintain a neutral expression when all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and snap Zemo's fingers for daring to touch you. He managed to restrain himself, clenching his fists at the side of his body in anger. The bar was packed with people, hundreds of eyes settling on you as soon as you entered the establishment. He had to try hard to maintain his character no matter how much he hated being in that position.

There was a tension in the air as you made your way to the bar to order drinks. You could hear the whispers, people surprised to see Zemo, others wondering if that tall, strong man was truly the infamous Winter Soldier and a couple mentioning Fiona's name in the distance. You hated it. You hated being associated with her after all you had done to change your life. But you kept your cool, walking hand in hand with Zemo feigning happiness.

It's for the mission.

You settled in at the bar, waiting to be served. You scanned the room for potential threats and escape routes in case things went wrong. When your eyes fell on Bucky you noticed he was doing the same. His expression was rigid, but you could still see some of your Bucky in him. You were sure that to the rest of the people there was no difference, but you were able to notice it. Maybe it was because you had already seen the Winter Soldier a couple of times, the coldness in his eyes and the firmness in his stance something that was not easily forgotten. Or maybe it was because you spent more time than necessary admiring Bucky in secret, to the point where you were able to recognize his mood changes with a simple glance. Whatever it was, you were slightly relieved to see the humanity in his eyes, though not enough to completely erase your concern. You knew it couldn't be good for his mental health to get back into the Winter Soldier's mindset. You just hoped it would at least be worth it.

"Hello gentlemen. Miss." The man behind the bar greeted them with a slight nod. "Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger."

"His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby." Zemo was quick to say, taking control of the conversation.

"The usual?" The man asked Sam and he nodded without giving it much thought. That was until the bartender took a snake from a jar, cutting the animal to take who knows what from inside it and add it to the drink.

"Ah Smiling Tiger, your favorite!" Zemo exclaimed, amused by the situation. A silence fell between you as you watched Sam horrified by the drink that had been placed in front of him. He looked at you for a moment and you tried to give him an encouraging smile.

"I love these!" Sam said in an attempt to hide the horror in his expression and convince himself that the drink wasn't so bad. After hesitating for a moment, buying himself time to mentally prepare, Sam drank his shot in one big gulp. You felt proud of him, if it were you in his place you weren't sure you could do that without throwing up.

After that scene you decided not to drink anything, so you turned your back to the bar and concentrated your gaze on the crowd of people. There was still a certain tension in the air and there were a couple of people who kept their eyes on you, but overall things were back to normal. People drinking and dancing on the dance floor, swaying their hips to the music without paying attention to their surroundings. 

That was except for one man who didn't seem to be able to turn his gaze away from you. His eyes were fixed on Zemo, occasionally straying to the others, but always coming back to him. You wondered what he wanted, though you didn't need any specific details to know that he was trouble. You wanted to warn the others, but it was a difficult task when that man wouldn't take his eyes off you. You didn't want to be too obvious for fear that it would escalate the situation somehow, so you opted to stick to your role. 

Wrapping your arms around your supposed boyfriend, you positioned yourself in front of Zemo, settling your body between his and the bar. His hands traveled to your hips immediately, pressing you against him. He gave you a charming smile and you had to fight every fiber in your being not to roll your eyes. You pulled your face closer towards his, your breaths mingling and noses almost brushing. To anyone else it looked like you were about to kiss. You could have sworn you noticed a hint of surprise in Zemo's eyes at your sudden boldness, convinced you were going to kiss him.

But that was not your goal. At the last moment you turned your face to the side and with a mischievous smile whispered in his ear. "There's a guy staring at us." Your hands ran up his chest until you found a place on his neck. Your fingers fiddled with the ends of Zemo's hair, trying to keep up appearances so no one would get suspicious.“I think he wants trouble.” Your lips brushed his earlobe as you spoke and you felt him shiver. You pulled away with a triumphant smile, returning your attention to his face.

“And you want to put up a show for him, my darling?” Zemo spoke in a playful tone with an arrogant smile planted on his face.

"I'm just warning you because I don't want this mission to go to shit." You murmured against his lips, your grip on his hair tightening menacingly. "He could kill you for all I care, but we still need you so I'd rather you stay alive for a couple more hours." Despite the coldness of your words, Zemo's smile only widened. You wanted to slap him to wipe that arrogant expression off his face, but you restrained yourself because you saw that someone was approaching out of the corner of your eye. "He's coming." You warned before releasing Zemo and returning to your position next to him, between his body and Sam.

Your eyes searched Bucky for a brief moment, embarrassed that you had to do that little number in front of him. His gaze was fixed somewhere on the horizon. He was tense, you could tell by his stiff expression and the position of his shoulders, although you didn't know if it was due to the situation in general or to what you had just done. You hoped it wasn't because of the latter, you didn't want him to get mad at you for fake-flirting with Zemo. Though the way he avoided your gaze told you otherwise.

"I got word from on high, you ain't welcome here." The voice of that mysterious man brought you out of your thoughts.

"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists he can either come talk to me," said Zemo gesturing towards Bucky in an implied threat. "Or bring Selby for a chat." The man walked away after keeping his gaze on Zemo for a few seconds longer than necessary. You let out the breath you hadn't realized you were holding, relieved that the situation hadn't escalated. For a moment you really thought things wouldn't end in violence, at least not this early in the mission. But then another man approached you and this time Zemo ordered the Winter Soldier to attack him. 

You bit your tongue to keep from letting out a startled yelp as you watched Bucky deliver the first blows. He was acting in a way you hadn't seen him act in a long time, using his metal arm on his opponent to generate more damage. You knew he was acting, using a couple of key moves to fool everyone in the bar, but it still hurt to watch. Your stomach sank as you watched him fight multiple people at once, seemingly indifferent to the damage he might be causing them. In the frenzy of the fight you couldn't see Bucky's eyes, you couldn't notice in them his special characteristic glow that attracted you so much, so you had no way of distinguishing him from the Winter Soldier. 

It saddened you because you knew Bucky would feel bad when all this was over. You were sure that with every blow he delivered he was reliving something from his past, memories that would haunt his thoughts for a long time. It broke your heart to think about it. All you wanted to do was run to him and force him to stop, wrap him in your arms and not let go until the bad moment was over, but you restrained yourself.

"Didn't take much for him to fall back into form." Zemo said while watching the fight. You and Sam gave him murderous looks, silently blaming him for the situation your friend was in. 

When Bucky grabbed his opponent by the throat, dragging him to the bar to strangle him, everyone in the bar pulled out their guns, ready to shoot you. Sam grabbed Bucky by the arm in an attempt to stop him, but Zemo interrupted him. "Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us." He whispered before ordering Bucky to release the man.

"Selby will see you now."

Things went off the rails so quickly that you barely had time to react. Not that they were very on track to begin with, but they weren't too bad. Selby believed your stupid story about infiltrating the Avengers in order to get to the Winter Soldier and gave you some interesting details when you offered to hand him over in exchange for information. You hated referring to Bucky as if he were an object, a weapon you just had to aim to hurt your enemies, but you put up with it because Selby gave you a new piece of the puzzle. However, before you could finish negotiating with her, Sam's cell phone started ringing and everything went downhill from there. 

She discovered that Sam was an imposter, but before she could hurt him, she was shot dead. You escaped the scene before being found and blamed for her fate, but it wasn't enough. From one second to the next you found yourselves running through the streets of Madripoor, escaping the hail of bullets aimed at you. In the midst of the chaos, a bullet grazed your leg causing you to stumble and fall. Luckily for you, it hadn't hit any major arteries, although there was more blood coming out of the wound than you would have liked. Bucky rushed to your rescue, taking the weapon from your attacker and knocking him unconscious with a single blow. He then helped you up and you took the opportunity to get rid of the high heels that were hurting your feet before standing up. They were probably worth a lot of money, but that was the least of your worries at that moment. Your life depended on your ability to run and move freely, so you didn't hesitate for a second to leave them forgotten in the middle of the street.

'Good luck to whoever finds them.' You thought as you walked away leaning on Bucky so you wouldn't fall. 

Sharon saved your life at that moment, appearing suddenly in the dark street where you were seeking cover. It took some convincing to get her to help you, seeing as you were working with Zemo, but in the end she agreed. She took you to her house—a mansion filled with stolen art—, where you could rest and process the information you had obtained. While everyone was talking, you collapsed on the couch pressing a cloth over your wound to stop the bleeding. Sharon left you a first aid kit on the coffee table before disappearing behind the doors to get everything ready for her clients. The others followed her, except for Bucky who stayed with you to help you.

Sitting on the opposite end of the couch, he removed your hands from your leg and stretched it across his lap so he could examine the wound more closely. As soon as his fingers made contact with your skin, a shiver ran down your spine. You watched him work in silence, admiring his face in the warm light of the room. His hands brushed your leg gently, cleaning and disinfecting the wound before stitching it. His metal hand was a little cold, but you didn't care. All you could think about was how much you loved feeling him so close. For a moment all the pain disappeared from your body as you relished in the warmth his touch awakened on your skin. 

However, even though his touch was gentle you couldn't help but notice the frown that graced his face. It was as if his hands and his expression were demonstrating two completely different emotions, as if they were not part of the same person. You bit your lower lip nervously as you wondered what thoughts were running through his mind. You had an idea of what he might be thinking, so you tried to strike up a conversation in hopes that he would open up to you as he had done many times in the past.

"Are you okay?" Your soft voice broke the silence of the room. Bucky looked up from the bandages he was placing on your leg to look at you for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He assured you even though his voice and expression told you otherwise. Bucky sounded... cold, distant, and for a moment you wondered if you had anything to do with it.

"Are you sure?" You insisted and he nodded again, lowering his gaze to continue his work. You remained silent for a few seconds, until the silence seemed unbearable. "Are you mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad at you, doll." Bucky said, closing the first aid kit as he finished bandaging your leg. "I'm just frustrated."

"Frustrated?" You repeated with confusion. That was something you didn't expect to hear him say. Why would he be frustrated? Was it because of the mission and having to work with Zemo? Or was it because Selby had died before she could give them any more information?

"I told you it was dangerous. You shouldn't have come with us." He said in a firm tone, confusing you even more.

"I wasn't going to leave you guys alone. We're a team."

"You could have died, Y/N!" His voice was serious and in his eyes you were able to sense genuine concern. "I shouldn't have let you come."

"Excuse me?" You spoke in a surprised tone, watching Bucky with raised eyebrows. "Let's get one thing straight, you don't let me do anything. I'm a big girl and I can make my own choices." The mood in the room changed completely, the tension getting increasingly heavier in the air. You were glad to know that he cared about you, but he was in no position to dictate your actions. You were free to decide how and when to risk your life if that was what you wanted to do, just as he repeatedly did. If you didn't have a say in his decisions then why should he have a say in yours?

"If that bullet curved a few more inches you could have bled out in the streets." 

"You could have died too! They were shooting at you too, you know."

"I can take it." Bucky shrugged it off and you rolled your eyes. You were tired of him doing that.

"Well, so can I. I'm perfectly fine, see." You jumped up from the couch, but immediately regretted it when a twinge of pain assaulted your wound. You tried hard not to show it, though you were pretty sure Bucky was able to notice your discomfort anyway. "You have to understand that you are not the only one that can risk his life without even thinking about the consequences." 

"You're unbelievable!" He exclaimed, shaking his head.

"I'm unbelievable? What about you?"

"You risked your life just to prove a point?"

"No, I risked my life because my friends were risking theirs." It was a half-truth. A part of you had decided to go because there was no way you were going to leave them alone with Zemo in a bar in Madripoor. But another part of you had done it for Bucky, to show him that you were capable of going on missions, but more importantly, to make him understand how frustrating it was for you when he took risks without even thinking about the consequences. Although you weren't going to admit that last part. "You know what? I'm too tired for this shit. I'm not gonna keep arguing with you about it." 

You began to walk toward the door with some difficulty. You intended to leave him alone, to stay away from him until you both calmed down and could talk like civilized people. But Bucky opened his mouth again, blurting out a comment you couldn't ignore.

"That's right, run off to your new boyfriend. He's probably waiting for you downstairs." You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him say that. So that's what his bad mood was about. He was all grumpy and bitter because he was upset about Zemo. Unbelievable!

"You know what? Maybe I will!" You exclaimed in exasperation, turning to look at him. Bucky had his arms crossed over his chest, muscles flexing deliciously. You wanted to slap him because it wasn't fair that he looked so good while you were fighting. "At least Zemo doesn't act like a complete asshole."

You turned and continued on your way, reaching the door and taking the handle in your hands. You barely managed to separate the wood from the frame a couple inches before it closed again with a loud thud. You flinched in surprise and when you looked up you discovered Bucky's metal hand resting on the door just above your head. How had he reached you so quickly and so silently, you didn't know. All you knew was that he had done it and didn't seem to want to move. 

You pulled on the doorknob once more, but the door didn't budge under the pressure Bucky was exerting on the wood. So you turned to look at him one more time and if you weren't so upset you were sure the air would have caught in your throat at the closeness. "Bucky, let me go." You protested, but before you could say anything else the super soldier's lips crashed against yours.

There was nothing soft or gentle about the kiss. Bucky's lips moved desperately against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth curiously. His right hand cupped your face while his metal one wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. It took you a few seconds to comprehend what was happening, but when you did you kissed him back with the same fervor, losing yourself in the warmth of his body. Your hands found their place in his hair, tugging lightly on the dark locks in a desperate attempt to pull his face even closer to yours to deepen the kiss. Bucky let out a soft growl and you felt your pulse quicken. Holy shit, he was hot.

"You were killing me in there, doll." Bucky muttered, pulling away from you to catch his breath. His voice was deeper than normal and you loved it, every word that came out of his mouth went straight to your core. "Letting him touch you and pull you close, acting like you were his." His lips trailed down your neck leaving a path of wet kisses across your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, closing your eyes as you lost yourself in the heat his touch aroused inside you. You were completely at his mercy, letting him mark you as his. 

"Bucky…" you moaned his name as he sucked a mark on the sensitive area just below your ear. "Please." You didn't even know what you were begging for. Your brain had stopped working, overwhelmed by the attack of Bucky's lips on your skin. He was all you could think about, all you could smell and feel. His scent assaulted your nostrils and the heat of his body enveloped you completely. But somehow that wasn't enough. You wanted more, so much more. And so did he.

“What?” Bucky spoke against your lips, your quickened, choppy breath mingling with his. You looked up at him through your lashes and in his eyes you noticed something you had never seen in them before. He was looking at you with desire, his pupils slightly dilated as he admired your face in the dim light of the room. “You wanna go with him, huh? Is that it, doll?”

He was teasing you. He knew there was nothing you wanted more than to feel his lips on yours again, he could read it in your eyes, feel it in the way your hands clung to his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer to you. But he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear you say that you wanted him and no one else, that his hands were the only ones you wanted on your body and that his lips were the only ones allowed to kiss you. He wanted confirmation that he wasn't the only one who felt that way. 

So you gave him what he wanted.

“I want you, Bucky. It’s always been you.” 

Your brain was short-circuiting so you couldn't put into words everything you really felt for Bucky. There was so much more you wanted to tell him, but you didn't have the ability to do so now when your legs were shaking, threatening to drop you to the ground if Bucky's metal arm wasn't holding you up by his grip on your waist.

However, your little confession seemed to be enough for him as he brought his lips back to join yours. You let out a desperate moan at the contact, reveling in the softness of his lips. When Bucky rested his hands on the back of your thighs, you jumped without a second thought. The pain of your injury was forgotten as you locked your legs around his hips, clinging to his broad shoulders for support. His lips never left yours as he used his big, muscular body to trap you against the door, your tongues intertwining in a sinful dance. 

You could feel him. All of him. His chest pressed against yours, the muscles of his back flexing with every little movement, his hands pressing you against the outline of his growing erection. You got drunk on him as you kissed, trying to memorize every detail of his body and the way it felt to be trapped in his arms. You wanted more. You needed more. Your center throbbed with desperation so you moved your hips in search of some friction. Bucky's chest vibrated with a low moan, his hands gripping your ass tighter before pulling away from the door.

He walked with you in his arms until he reached the couch, where he carefully dropped down without taking his lips off yours. You straddled his lap with one leg on either side of his thighs, his hands gripping your waist. The new angle allowed you to feel him in a different way. Your short dress had ridden up even higher, exposing your covered center. Bucky settled back on the couch and you let out a slight moan at the subtle brush of his pelvis against yours. Your skin was on fire and so was his. You let your hands travel down his body under his shirt, trailing your fingers over every inch of skin you were able to reach until Bucky had enough and decided to remove his shirt. 

When his chest was exposed you trailed your wet kisses down his neck, sucking and biting his skin as a way of marking your territory, just as he had done with you seconds before. Bucky tightened his grip on your waist as he pulled his head back to give you more room to continue your assault on his body. He was enjoying being claimed as yours more than he would like to admit, letting out a series of incoherent moans each time you sucked on his sensitive parts. 

In the heat of the moment, your fingers brushed over the scars on his left shoulder and a couple of seconds later your lips made contact with the area, spreading kisses all over his skin. You started at his left collarbone, moving slowly towards his shoulder until your lips made contact with the metal, and then you moved back up. These kisses were different from the rest. They were not wet and desperate, but slow and full of love. They were a silent way of showing him how deep your feelings for him were. A way to tell him you wanted more than a one night stand with him without having to use words.

Bucky opened his eyes as he noticed the change in the mood. And when he saw you there, showing love to one of the parts of his body he hated the most, his heart squeezed in his chest. A wave of heat washed over him, but it wasn't lust or jealousy as he had previously felt. This time it was love. Love that coursed through his whole body, filling him with that euphoric feeling he didn't think he would ever be able to feel again after all he had been through. 

And then he knew he could no longer deny what he felt. 

Bucky pulled you off his chest, lifting your face so he could look into your eyes. His flesh hand caressed your cheek, delighting in the way you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch. He slid his fingers delicately across your skin until he reached your chin. When you opened your eyes again you found his intense gaze locked on your lips. His thumb gently caressed your lower lip before his eyes focused on yours again.

"I love you." It was barely a whisper, as if he was afraid to say those words out loud. But you heard it and your heart burst with joy at the confirmation that your feelings were reciprocated. 

You took his hand between yours, bringing it to your lips to place a delicate kiss on the back of it, a subtle way to calm his nerves. His eyes followed your every move, admiring your face as he waited for a response. "I love you too." You whispered before joining your lips again, only this time it was in a slow kiss charged with love and affection.

It was the kind of kiss you always imagined sharing with him, your lips moving together in perfect harmony as you allowed yourself just to feel. Feel the love you had fought so hard to suppress. Feel the intimacy of the moment and the sheer bliss that came over you at the proximity. Feel how well your lips seemed to fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle, and how right it was. Feel the true extent of your connection.

"Ah finally! Seems like everything worked out according to plan." Zemo's voice forced you to separate. According to plan? "I'm glad, I was getting tired of the sexual tension in the air whenever you to where in the same room. I would love to leave you alone to… continue this, but Sam is looking for you."

Without another word, Zemo disappeared behind the door leaving you looking at each other in confusion. So that had been his plan all along, huh? You couldn't say you were mad at him. Yes, maybe the manipulation and mind games were annoying, but at least this time they had worked in your favor.

[enha-doodles]

“ HER STALKER ”

⌦ Pairing : Heeseungxreader!

⌦ Genre : yandere

⌦ Warning : yandere behaviour , toxicity , cursing and stalking

⌦ Disclaimer : I don't support any yandere behaviours . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

You were at the police station . No , you didn't commit a crime instead you are the victim . You've been feeling like someone was following you since a month . Sure you could be paranoid because you walk alone but your doubt was proved right when you saw a quick flash outside your room's window . Yep that was definitely a camera and now you were sure you are getting stalked so you wasted no time and went to the police the next day . They asked for proof which you didn't have . No notes , no gifts , no alibi so they told you they'll look into it which offcourse meant that they had no intention of helping you . You argued with them but sadly they couldn't act without atleast 1 proof . It's been a week since the visit to the station and now you're coming across more flashes that leads you to the fact that he might have 100 pictures of you . You were fucking scared because all this was way too creepy and you didn't have anyone to rely on . Your parents live in a different city and your bestfriend has gone to a vacation . She'll be returning soon but what will you do till then ?! You started carrying pepper spray and wore a mask at all times . Maybe then he won't take your pictures . Sitting on your sofa , you were trying so hard to think what proof can you get so that you can finally get rid of this freak who's stalking you that you didn't notice the figure behind you . He was admiring you whole you were in deep thought . To Heeseung you were his world , that he met 2 months ago . You were playing with some kids and he was starstruck when his eyes landed on you . You were pretty , sweet and kind . What else could he need ?! Seeing you with kids made him fantasize about having a family with you . Yeah its definitely not love at first sight . His thoughts were filled with you and after 1 month of stopping himself from doing anything to get to you , to meet you he decided stalking you was the best idea . His bedroom had your pictures all over and although he was happy with stalking you , having you beside him could make him happier . He was amused when you figured out he was staking you and you went to the police . Funny of you to assume they can stop him . He saw how you were starting to be more cautious of your surroundings and he thought that it's time . Time to have you by his side and live with you forever . So he sneaked into your house , something he has done countless times before and came up behind you . He took out his special camera and clicked a pic of you . Hearing the sound and blinded by the flash you turned around horrified coming face to face with him . Your stalker . You backed up and made a run for the door just to find it locked from outside . He was chuckling while nearing you . You started banging on the door hoping your neighbors would hear but he yanked you back to his chest . He grabbed your tear filled face and made you look at him while you were thrashing in his hold . "shhh , don't cry . It's all okay , I'm finally here and we can finally be together . I'll be the best boyfriend and husband so don't you worry sweetheart" with that he knocked you out .

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[fandom-puff]

I Will Wait- Severus Snape

Notes: this is the first of my celebratory song-fics! I hope you enjoy !!

Warnings: violence, serious injury (inc descriptions of blood and death), reference to torture, anxiety, trauma- this is set during the events of Deathly Hallows if that’s an indicator.

Gif creds to owner

Song creds to Owners

Well I came home

Like a stone

And I fell heavy into your arms

These days of dust

Which we've known

Will blow away with this new sun

Severus pushed into the private chambers attached to the headmaster’s office, gaunt, shaking, practically dead behind the eyes. You closed your book, quickly setting it aside and rushing to his side, brows knitted together with worry.

“First years,” he whispered. “They’re torturing first years,”

“Severus…” you murmured, gathering him into your arms, feeling his tears wet through your t-shirt. “It-”

“No,” he hissed. “Don’t you dare say ‘it’s okay’. It’s not. They’re children. I never, never should’ve agreed to let the Carrows teach,”

You grasped onto Severus’s arms, holding him at an arm’s length. “No. It’s not okay. I know that. But it will be. We’ll get through this. We always have, we always will,” you pushed the hair that hung limp in front of Severus’s eyes away, cupping his cheek. “There’s a student resistance group meeting as we speak. The first years whose cannot go home are protected- well, as protected as they can be in a school full of Death Eaters. Minerva and Poppy have been slipping them potions and salves hidden in their homework. Even the house elves are in on it. If you stop the Carrows now, they will know something is wrong. You need to keep… him on side, Severus. We will bring them down, but we cannot do that if they don’t think they have the upper hand,” Severus nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This will pass,” you reassured him,

But I'll kneel down

Wait for now

And I'll kneel down

Know my ground

Severus took a shaky breath and nodded, letting you guide him to the couch before his knees gave out. “Soon,” you promised him, kissing his forehead. Stroking his hair, you held him close to his chest, lulling him to a fitful sleep.

But Severus gasped, sitting bolt upright and grasping onto his wrist as it burned with the summon of the dark lord. He didn’t immediately get up. “Go,” you said. “You must go, I’m sure there is still some floo powder in the-”

“I know! I know i must go,” he snapped and you sighed, watching him go, knowing not to argue.

And I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you…

***

So break my step

And relent

You forgave and I won't forget

Know what we've seen

And him with less

Now in some way

Shake the excess

“YN,”

The rasp of Severus’s voice woke you almost immediately. “Shhh… I’m here,” you said, rubbing your eyes as you sat up, adjusting to the darkness; the candles had burned right to the stub.

“I’m sorry,” was all Severus said, and you frowned, pulling him close, knowing that whatever had happened that night was worse than usual. While Severus’s uninjured state indicated that he hadn’t been physically hurt, you knew immediately that he had been tortured emotionally, mentally. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice dissolving into a small, weak whimper as he repeated those two words over and over again, cradled in your arms as he yanked on his own hair. You shushed him, untangling his fingers from his hair so that you could squeeze his hands. “H-he threatened to kill you if I limited the Carrows’ power… you’re in danger as long as you’re associated with me. H-he could’ve killed you and my lasts words to you would’ve been those of anger,”

“I know. I know I am in danger. But you are in greater danger, every day. Do not be sorry, Severus. And if you are, for whatever reason, I forgive you,”

***

Now I'll be bold

As well as strong

And use my head alongside my heart

So take my flesh

And fix my eyes

A tethered mind free from the lies

“Nagini… kill,”

You bit back your gasp as you heard the vicious hiss of the serpent, the groan of pain and the thud of his body on the floor of the shrieking shack. Voldemort slipped out of the shack, his beloved snake beside him, leaving Severus’s bleeding, broken body behind, a forgotten waste product of his reign of terror. Tears slid down your face as you heard Potter creep through.

“Take them,” you heard Severus wheeze, and you knew from the hitch in his voice that he meant his tears.

As harry made to leave the shack, you grasped onto his shoulder, making him gasp and draw his wand. “Get rid of the snake. Get rid of the snake and it’s over,”

Wide eyed, harry nodded quickly, not quite registering who you were (though he was sure he had seen you in Grimmauld Place more than once) and running off.

And I'll kneel down

Wait for now

I'll kneel down

Know my ground

You fell to your knees next to Severus, your tears dripping onto his face, mingling with the salty tracks of his own. Bowing your head, you openly sobbed, your hands stained by his blood as you grasped onto his clothes, feeling the heat of his body still radiating through the fabric, the weak, unsteady thud of his heart against your hands.

Your head snapped up and your eyes widened.

“Severus…”

Raise my hands

Paint my spirit gold

And bow my head

Keep my heart slow

You had never been more tired in your life, yet you refused to allow your eyelids to droop, your mind to switch off, your thoughts to still. Walking up to the Headmistress’s tower (for McGonagall was now the head of Hogwarts), you willed yourself to keep going, to keep moving as you put one foot in front of the other, up the winding staircase. You knocked on the door, just in case there was somebody in there, before opening the door.

The office was empty, most of the portraits snoring, or visiting other frames. Dumbledore’s portrait, however, was wide awake as he stared down at you with his familiar, sky blue twinkle. “Any news, dear girl?” He asked gently and you sighed, running your hand through your hair.

“Still the same,” you said, voice a little high pitched and shaking. “I’ve come to collect a new book…” you had been steadily working your way through some of Severus’s favourite reads, reading them aloud for him, sure he could hear you as he lay in his coma. “And a razor. His five o’clock shadow is rivalling even yours now, and he did- he likes being clean-shaved,”

“Make sure you take care of yourself too,” Dumbledore’s portrait advised you. “Otherwise Madame pomfrey will put you into a hospital bed too,”

***

The old potions tome lay abandoned on the bedside table with a bit of paper marking the place. You held onto Severus’s hand in both of yours, your fingers occasionally dipping down to check his pulse, to make sure he was still with you as you bowed your head over your clasped hands, your wedding bands clacking occasionally. Kissing his knuckles, you stared up at his face; he hadn’t looked as relaxed as he did in two years, and it pained you to think that after everything, it took a coma to undo the tight knit in his brow.

'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you

“I love you, Severus,” you whispered against his hand. “I love you. Please, stay with me, come back,” you bit your lip hard. “Leave me in this world alone as long as you want, but please... come back to me. You always have, Severus. And I’ll be waiting right here for you,”

And I will wait, I will wait for you

***

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[tulipwritings]

Let you see the heart that's inside ✧ I

Pairing: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Sun Summoner)

Trope: Enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault.

(Gif's not mine)

You wrapped your kefta closely around you as you stumbled through the hallway of the Little Palace. You felt like crying but the numbness of not fully grasping what just had happened stopped you from sobbing and screaming.

You had liked Pyotr. He was your closest and only friend ever since you arrived at the Little Palace after the Darkling found you — his Sun Summoner. Your stay turned out to be a tough time, barely finding friends since most of the other Grisha held grudges against you, envying the Sun Summoner who the Darkling was so keen on, even though behind the closed doors of the war room, the both of you kept fighting, divided by disagreement on how to act regarding the Shadow Fold. He wanted to use it as a weapon which you highly disagreed with. Once the Darkling realized your stubborness and that he couldn’t simply wrap you around his finger, his behaviour changed towards you, being distant and not hiding the fact how annoyed he was in your presence. Probably the only reason for him to not simply get rid of you was that he needed a Sun Summoner and you were the only one around. Oh, how you'd love to make room for those other Grisha, there was nothing to envy about bearing the bad-tempered Darkling.

You've been on your own your whole life, the loneliness had been such a familiar feeling that it didn’t feel lonely anymore at some point. Until you met Pyotr and you got used to him being around. But now you felt sick to your stomach only thinking about him, his stupid face and red kefta. When you visited him in his room this evening so you could go to the great hall together where dinner is served, he grabbed you by your wrists, starting to kiss your neck and once you tried to push him away, he slowed down your heart rate, making you defenseless. Now, stepping through the hallway trying to get to your room as quick as possible, you could still feel his hands on your body and hear the echo of his words over and over again. "Come on, (Y/N). You've been so sweet and kind, you showed me that you want me for quite some time now..." His powers of a Heartrender stopped you from objecting, all you could do was watching him touch and kiss you.

"Dinner is that way" a cold and yet soft voice said. The Darkling seemed to have a good day, at least that's what the rare softness in his voice gave away.

"I'm not hungry, get out of my face" you spat, not looking at him as you tried to pass him, but his hand shot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you backwards until his body blocked your way.

"I beg your pardon?" The softness in his voice was gone, there was a dangerous edge to it now. His touch made you panic and all of a sudden the numbness lost its fight against the tears, making you sob right in front of him, which made all of it even worse, since the least you wanted was showing weakness in front of the Darkling, who'd use it against you as soon as it was of use. "Let go of me! I'll never be kind again!", you shouted, knowing your words must sound ridiculous without any context, before your voice broke and your tears stopped you from saying anything else. The Darkling let go of you without even blinking. He was slightly startled, almost sorry once he noticed your shattered reaction.

"(Y/N)... wha- what happened?" he asked troubled, raising his hand for a second, wanting to touch your back to comfort you until he realized his touch had made you panic just seconds ago. He bowed forward, his face only inches apart from yours, as his raven eyes locked with yours. "Tell me."

He waited patiently until you gathered enough strength to gulp back your sobs, shakingly speaking up about what happened. Once he heard what Pyotr had done he stiffened, clenching his jaw and protectively looking up and down the hallway, checking if there was any sight of the Heartrender.

"Go to your room and take a bath.", he ordered, "I'll check in on you later."

✧・✧・✧・✧

You were sitting in your nightgown on your bed, your hair still damp as you heard a soft knock on your door.

"Come in..." Your voice was barely a hoarse. You had took a hot bath, eagerly soaping your body and hoping to wash off the feeling of Pyotr's hands on your skin. It's been hopeless — you felt used, dirty even. If you could, you'd shed your skin, leaving the unsolicited touch behind.

The Darkling stepped in, a tray in his hand that he placed in front of you. "I want you to eat something, (Y/N)."

You sighed, thinking about food made you feel like throwing up already.

"I'll leave the Little Palace tomorrow, I can't stand to see him again." And you couldn’t stand the thought of your only friend betraying you, the thought of fighting with the Darkling when there was no one around to rant about his self-centered, greedy behaviour, the thought of being among other Grisha and still being all alone. You had lost your only friend — if he had ever been a friend. You felt empty and lost. Unlovable, worthless. As if Pyotr had stolen your value.

"You won't leave the Little Palace..."

"So, I'm a captive now?" you snapped.

The Darkling took a deep breath. You could sense that he was annoyed with you interrupting him, but for once he was patient and remained soft instead of threatening you as he did the countless times you were arguing in the war room.

"You’re not held captive, Pyotr is." he stated, now sitting down on the edge of your bed, still giving you space and respecting your boundaries.

Your eyes went wide. "You... you believe me?"

"Are you fucking with me?!" There he was — the annoyed Darkling, angry with something you said. This time you couldn’t be mad at him, his reaction felt nearly soothing.

"I want Grisha to be safe." he went on. "The Little Palace is supposed to be a safe place for Grisha, I won't tolerate any kind of violence that isn't at my command. Speaking of...", he frowned, "I don't want you to have breakfast with the others tomorrow. You'll eat in your room, I'll have servants take care of it." He got up from your mattress, but stopped as soon as he reached your door. "And (Y/N)... don’t let the cruelty of others take away your kindness. It can be strength too." He left before you had a chance to ask any further questions.

Once he had closed the door, he left you behind with the unknown feeling of wanting him to come back. You hated how commanding he was. Yet, it was the first time you wondered who he was besides the leader of the Second Army that you couldn’t stand. You wondered if there was a side of him you might actually like.

Once he had closed the door leaving you behind, a pool of shadows surrounded him. Now that he was on his own again he stopped suppressing his rage about somebody touching you and the waves of darkness were its outcome. Nobody would harm you ever again.

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This is my first attempt of publishing my stories, I hope you like it. I'd be really happy about some feedback. ♡

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Now and forevermore.

DIN DJARIN. ┃ THE MANDALORIAN.

❝ words: about 2.6k

❝ warnings: nsfw, oral sex, unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids, (spoilers of season 2 finale), softie din and fuck the canon, we love the Razor Crest.

❝ a / n: this work wasn’t supposed to be this long, but well… As always, feedback is appreciated!

Gif credits to the author.

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When you found the Razor Crest at the spaceport this morning, you felt some tickles within your belly inevitably. You met Mando about a year ago in your first shift working for Peli in Tatooine and you could consider him as a friend since then. You have hadn't many talks, but he has spent more time watching you fix some parts of his ship than you can count; even, sometimes, he has brought you some presents from other planets from the Galaxy. Always followed by that little green creature, who usually ends up stealing your cookies. So you have been waiting for them the whole day until the night has fallen over the city.

After getting rid of all the excuses to stay a little more at the workshop, you have to leave to not arouse suspicion, much to your regret. And yet, you make a detour instead of taking the short way back to your home as every day. Walking slowly, eyes traveling all around. But nothing. The tightness in your chest grows as you reach your place, letting out a sigh whilst opening the gate to come in.

The lights switch-on as you walk through the small stoned hallway to the living room, stopping half-way when you notice a strange smoky smell. It doesn't disgust you, but it's not a scent you have smelled before in your house. On a defense posture, you grab the knife from the holster around your right thigh raising it to your eye level. Quietly, you stick your head out through the arched door to the kitchen. Hearing soft snoring coming from the living room, you try to keep calm, securing your fingers around the knife handle somewhat better. Following the noise, step by step, you can glimpse a man lying on the sofa in the middle of the gloom.

A forearm covers his eyes, but you're sure he is sleeping. It's unbelievable that someone breaks into your house to steal and he decides to take a nap. Narrowing your eyes to try to sharpen your vision looking for some weapons, you're almost on him. There's anything that could be a threat to your life, acting quickly to press the edged blade against his neck. The man snaps his eyes open. Two brown orbs that don't show surprise, nor fear. But relief in a fleeting sparkle that wrings your heart.

“If you move, I'll slit your throat”. You hiss nailing a knee on the edge of the sofa. “Who are you?”

He doesn't articulate a word. His face talks for him. As you study his thin lips, traveling your gaze slowly to the convex bridge of his nose, the pressure against his neck by your knife loosens. You are starting to feel as if you had seen this man before, but you don't remember his face, nor his clothes. Licking your teeth as your eyes fall on his, your left-hand lands on his chest.

“Man— Mando?” You ask disconcerted.

His fingers tour your forearm in slow motion to reach the handle of your knife, still close to his throat. He removes it from your hand to throw it somewhere on the floor causing a metallic noise, while his digits continue to your shoulder up to the back of your neck. You are not going to ask why he isn't wearing his helmet or his beskar. You are not going to ask about the little creature. You have heard stories, rumors about a Jedi and the Force.

He makes your lips crash before you can even assimilate his presence in your house, closing your fingers in a fist grabbing the fabric of his shirt among them. You're not disgusted, discovering so many emotions in the way his mouth devours yours. Fury and rage, loneliness and anguish. But hope and love. You can't help but gasp breathlessly when you need to break the kiss for an instant, not being able to open your eyes. You pepper his nose with sweet light touches, finally pressing your lips on his forehead. Just what he needed.

“I am sorry…”

“So am I”. He murmurs sinking his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle-back.

“How can I help you? What can I do for you?” As your voice becomes lower, your tone turns more soothing.

“Could you…?” Feeling the hesitation through his throat, you cup his warm cheeks into your palms to force him to look at you under the gloom. “Could you love me like I do?”

You'd be lying if you say that that question has taken you by surprise. You know a lot about Mandalorians and, definitely, they don't act normally like acts with you. Without taking into account that he'd go anywhere, but he is there, urging you to sit on top of him a second before capturing his lips with yours. His hands start a slow dance down by your backbone, separating themselves to roll your shirt up over your head and toss it somewhere. Your mouths get clung to each other, as soon as he does the same with his, starting to feel anxious for feeling him skin against skin.

Securing your arms around his neck, Mando stands up from the sofa urging you to keep your legs wrapping his waist. Your lungs learn to breathe in sync before you reach your bed, not questioning how he knows where it is. You're too busy tasting his tongue playing with yours, tangling your fingers on his scalp —until you're interrupted when he stumbles, falling over the mattress. You giggle. So does he. And you can swear you haven't heard anything more wonderful in your short life. You could spend your time just hearing him laugh, not worried about if the whole space wants to fall apart.

With him settling himself better between your legs, the heat increases the temperature of your body, biting your bottom lip when Mando trails a path of wet kisses down your clavicle, leaving a soft bite in one of your breasts to steal you a needed moan. You don't know about how relationships work for the Mandalorians, but he knows exactly what to do to put you to beg for his touches. His opened-mouth kisses get concentrated all over your belly, while his hands make their way to unbutton your pants after looking at you to ask you for permission in silence. And you don't have to answer. You want him as much as he wants you. Heel against heel, you remove your boots to make it easy for him to pull down the rough piece of clothing.

Thereupon, Mando gets up from your bed to strip himself from the clothes still covering him. You haven't been with many men, but you can assure that he's the most perfect man ever. As he kneels over the mattress, he leans down to get rid of the thin fabric that covers his most desired treasure. Exposed to him, feeling the same sensation of trusting and loyalty mixed dancing all around your dorm, he lies down between your legs to place them over his shoulders. Spreading sweet short kisses on your inner thighs, weaving from one to the other, until reaching your warm core. As his left-hand stays on your pelvis to pin you to the bed, his two longer digits make their way to your lips. And you welcome them to suck both wet. His brown eyes are enraptured on how you lick and taste them, using them to please you when he knows you're ready.

Curving his digits and sliding them slowly into your soaked cunt, his mouth goes straight to your most sensitive spot. Mando plays with your clit using the tip of his tongue, swirling it masterfully, as his fingers drive you insane with a back and forth dance constantly. Soon, your moans fill the stance, feeling sparkles within your stomach when the pace speeds up. His fingers pound you faster, as he becomes more and more addicted to the pleasing vocals that escape your throat uncontrollably, whilst his lips suck and put some more pressure on your swollen pearl. For him, you taste better than water after a week wandering in the desert. Better than any food he has ever tried.

You can't help but tangle your hands on his smooth curls, trying to push him away the moment you feel you could fall to the edge. You desire him more than anything in this universe and you don't want to be the only one experimenting with such a pleasure. Mando raises his head. His lips shining impregnated in your delicious juices, as he licks them more than delighted, watching you breathless barely moving.

“Tell me what you want”. He hums with a husky tone of voice that could be your perdition, bringing back his mouth to your skin, trailing a path of kisses up through your abdomen.

“I want you”. You beg in an erratic whisper, placing your legs around his waist as he comes closer to lie on top of you. “I want you, Mando, now and forevermore”.

He flashes a smile at you, putting away his huge and anxious hands from your thighs. His left travel among your bodies, whilst the right lands on your throat to hold it tightly. You can feel his hardness dangerously coming to your center, as he urges you to tilt your head to a side so he can peck your jaw with sloppy kisses till reaching your ear.

“I want you to call me Din”. He murmurs causing you to gasp and nod with your chin.

And he doesn't give you time to respond, when —with a sharp blow— he buries deep inside you all his length. You howl his real name from the most recondite place of your guts, feeling fully filled. He's big. More than you could expect. And Din is extremely impatient for marking his territory in your body, for making you his, for showing you all the love and the adoration he has been dealing with since the very first moment he laid his charming brown eyes on you.

“Gar cuyir mesh'la”. Mando repeats once and again into your ear, as he waits for you to adjust to him. The last thing he wants is to hurt you, to feel uncomfortable.

You don't talk Mando'a, but you have heard some words here and there, so you understand what he is uttering with a sweet raspy voice as your nails continue scratching his back; studying every scar that covers his skin, wanting to memorize them, wanting to comfort him somehow. Placing your right on the back of his neck, you look for his lips feeling thirsty for his saliva again and making him know you're more than ready for him.

His free arm surrounds your waist, as his digits continue tangled to your throat, before starting to swing his hips. Din pulls his hard cock almost out of your wetness, just to thrust your body again. He has the imperious urgency for hearing you moaning his name, and you do. You do without the necessity of being asked for, while he digs himself among your legs once and once. At first, both wanted to take your time, enjoy every touch, every kiss (...), but the two of you know it isn't going to be possible as you feel the electrified pleasure running through your bodies like never before. No one —not in this planet, not in the whole Galaxy, nowhere— could make you feel this good.

“Din… Din… Oh, Din!” You cry out digging your fingertips in his skin.

He shoves his full hard length to your soul not showing any mercy to your body, sinking his nose in your skin to bite it, pull it back and suck it strongly. Mando has been craving you for months now, not being able to control his impulses, grunting in the almost forgotten language against your neck. The sparkles within your belly are turning into fireworks, as both can barely breathe submerged in a bubble of heat and satisfaction you can't explain.

Somehow, Din maneuvers your bodies to put you on top of him without breaking the connection. You place your hands on his warm chest, as his hands go to your hips to urge to bounce on him. He's trying to breathe through his parted lips, keeping eye contact, while uttering your name between wrecked roars. And you can't help but swing your body over his, arching your back to find more pleasure every time his twitching dick is dug into your wetness. Not knowing how much you can take without succumbing to the fire growing inside you, your dance skyrocketed.

“That's it, cyar'ika…” Din growls, nailing his fingers in your hips a little tightly, closing his eyelids strongly, focusing on every move you do. “For all the stars… you're going to kill me… You take me so good…”

You can't even form a sentence with sense, leaning down to catch his lips with yours. He devours your mouth eager and hungry of you, tangling a hand on your hair to push you closer as he rocks his body in perfect harmony. Pearls of sweat start to appear on your foreheads, around your necks; the heat continues increasing by leaps and bounds, feeling your cunt clenching around his most sensitive skin almost suffocating him.

“I'm… I'm gon— Oh, Din… please”. You whimper while he nibbles your bottom lip, feeling the same shivers down his chest to concentrate on his lower abdomen.

“I got you, cyar'ika… I got you”. He simply murmurs brushing your lips with his.

With his arms wrapping your body, turning you back down, his thrusts become violent. Mando hits your anatomy ruthless and impatient for making you reach the longed-for orgasm, overstimulating your g-spot as much as he can. In a second, he suddenly steals the air of your lungs. He causes your legs to tremble, as you cry out his name surrendering your soul and body to the purest ecstasy you have ever experienced. Saying that he is satisfied with watching you stirring over the sheets would be insufficient.

Din lies on top of you, not stopping his rough lungs to your cunt, reaching your ear too easily. “I'm going to… make you feel even better”.

That isn't a promise. Is a fact.

He doesn't need much more to demonstrate it to you, spilling his seed inside your guts. Din presses his dick to your limits as strongly as he can, pinning you to the mattress with a wreck howl stuck on his throat feeling your fire burning him down. Reaching perfection. Feeling alive for the first time in too many years. Although he collapses over you, he doesn't lose the hold applied inside you. He needs to be right there for a little more. Connected to you.

While you try to come back to reality, he spreads gentle and exhausted kisses all over your collarbone and over every hickey drawn on your neck.

“Din…” You call him out of energy.

“Uh-huh?”

“How do you say I love you?”

He remains in silence for a second, trying to figure out why you want to know it, even if it is pretty obvious.

Tilting his head enough to lay his eyes on yours, he caresses the tip of your nose with his. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”. You reply then, doing your best to imitate the strange accent, causing him to chuckle.

“You need to practice”.

“Will you teach me?”

Hearing that question, knowing what you really want to mean, Din pulls his semi-hard cock from you making you moan somewhat low. As he lies on the side, he doesn't lose time cuddling you between his arms in holy silence. He doesn't need to reply, you know the answer.

From now and forevermore he is yours and you are his.

[migilini]

I Do - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: I watched to many seasons of married at first sight and this came to mind. Just pretend that Charlie in this GIF is wearing a suit. Kinda a part two to Fifth Time Workes A Charm

Requests are open btw! (not just for Charlie)

words: 3k

warnings: none just fluff and a lot of crying

MASTERLIST

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You barely slept during the night. You kept waking up what felt like every hour to check if it was time to get up. The bed felt awfully empty and you would give everything right now to be in his arms. Then finally, the clock strikes 9 am and you are up on your feet, the nerves getting the better of you. The hotel room was nice and clean, you didn't like it, it felt too white and too lifeless to you right now.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, glowing but tired eyes staring right back at you. Taking a deep breath you tried to shake the nerves with a silly little body shake, then you smiled at yourself before heading into the bathroom to wash your face.

A knock on the door interrupted you mid-splash and you went to the door with a dripping face. “We’ve arrived!” your best friend Elouise or Eli for short exclaimed and hieved her whole baggage onto your bed. “What do you mean we?” you leaned your head out of the room and into the empty hallway. Just as you were about to close the door, feet pounded on the carpeted floor. “Sorry, sorry! Had to finish the call with hair and makeup.” Tris, your other best friend screamed through the halls, as she frantically came running towards you, phone clutched in one hand while the other held two dresses that flattered behind her.

You looked at her in amusement "Need a glass of water?" You chuckled at her heavy breathing and closed the door behind you.

"Oh yes please"

"Y/N you're so not ready...well lucky for you we are here. So hop hop go shower ma lady." Eli shushed you into the bathroom "and scrub every inch! I'll check if I have to!” You still heard their laughter as you get rid of your clothes and step into the shower. The warm water relaxed your muscles and your nerves immediately.

Several minutes later, now smelling like a goddess and wrapped into a soft white towel, you sat on the bed in your now crowded hotel room. While you were showering your nerves away, your dress, the hairdresser and makeup artist arrived.

“There she is!” greeted the makeup artist “Come sit down, we’ve got everything out and you and I already discussed your look. Are we still okay with it?”

“Yes, Carlos. But make everything as cry proof as possible okay?” you said laughing slightly.

“I also brought you a coffee and a croissant. I know you don’t usually eat something in the mornings but we don’t want you to faint now do we?” Tris held a tablet in front of her with several cups of coffees and something to eat. You took a cup gratefully, shooting her a quick thanks, holding the cup as Carlos started on your face and Melissa, the hairdresser started drying and styling your hair.

“Can I have my phone back?” You said to no one in particular.

“Nope, sorry.”

“Emi! What--It’s my phone!”

“I do know that. And you should know that Tris and I know you very well and you would’ve called or more likely face timed him by now and put a bad omen over the whole day.”

“Yeah. You and Charlie can’t be away from each other for long.” Tris acknowledged and sided with Emi.

“You’re just jealous that I’m in love.” You shot back with a smile and stuck your tongue out at your friends which in return gave you a growl from Carlos and Melissa who needed you to sit still.

After what felt like an eternity you were done and now it was time for your bridesmaids to get ready. They purposefully taped a piece of cloth over all mirrors so could only see yourself when you were 100% finished with getting ready.

Now that you had some time to actually think about today, your mind started to wander. Was Charlie ready by now or were there some complications? Tris did get a call earlier to then just run out of the room and come back 20 minutes later. What suit would he wear? Was he just as nervous as you? Totally unaware of how much time you passed, you were ripped out of your thoughts with a forceful swat on your shoulder.

“Miss Bride? It’s time to get the dress on.” Tris squealed.

You took a look at your best friends who looked absolutely stunning, at some time they got changed into their dresses. Emi smiled at you with a glossed lipped smile, her brown hair up in a bun while little strands of glitter strings framed her face. She wore a turquoise halter dress with some nude heels. Tris wore a bit of a darker turquoise strapless dress, her colourful hair falling straight over her shoulder. Both had simple makeup, a nude smokey eye with eyeliner.

Your eyes started to tear up. “Guys...you look absolutely stunning.” Emi walked over to you and embraced you in a hug. “We look really fudhing good but you’re gonna look even better. Now hop hop get undressed we have to lace up the dress.”

While your friends were working on lacing your dress up, you wondered out loud. “How much do we wanna bet that Owen lost the rings?” You chuckled and then yelled, “That's way too tight!”

“Oh Owen is so gonna lose the rings but we'll be fine. You’re gonna have rings or I'll run and get you some new ones.” Tris reassured you with a smile.

“Can I finally look at myself? I want to see if I look like a bride.” Emi and Tris shared a quick look before agreeing. Emi ripped the cloth away from the closest mirror. An audible gasp was all that was heard, everybody fixated on your reaction to yourself.

“I look like a real ass bride. I- oh my god… I look so good.” You coaxed out, trying not to cry, this got all a bit real too fast.

And you really did look amazing. Your open hair fell over your shoulders and ended right underneath your boob. It had a lot of volume and little glitter braids in it and Melissa had curled them to perfection so they framed your face perfectly. Your makeup was stunning as well, the reddish-brown and glittery smokey eye complementing your skin tone and eye colour. Carlos finished the look with a pinkish nude lipstick. You were glowing.

The cream coloured dress sat perfectly on your figure, the A-line cut highlighting your waist, the flowery lace flowing from the corset top down to your feet. The dress was poofy but not too much. You looked more like Sofie from Mamma Mia and less like Cinderella. You adjusted the straps and smiled at yourself.

“And I’m telling you, Charlie will bawl his eyes out when he sees you.” Emi patted your back and finished lacing up your dress. Tris couldn't contain herself anymore and let out a little sob “I’m sorry. You just look so gorgeous. I can’t believe you're getting married.” You pulled her into a hug.

“We don't have that much time anymore. the photographer should be here in five minutes to take your bridal pictures and pictures with the bridesmaids.”

The photo session went by quickly and you could tell that they turned out amazingly, by the way, Paul, the photographer, smiled at his screen. Megan, Charlie's sister and your other Bridesmaid came in at the last minute, due to the fact that she just flew in in the morning.

Then it was time for the first look. At first, you weren't sure if you should do this or if it would be better if the first look would be at the ceremony itself. You thought it would be funny to send Tris to the first look instead of you. So you, Megan and Emi sat in the hotel room waiting patiently.

The door opened “You two are really made for each other.” Tris came back in with a huge smile on her face. “Why? What happened?” You asked, the nervousness in your voice was evident. “Was he mad?”. She started to laugh “No absolutely not because he had the same idea as you and sent Owen.”

The room erupted in laughter “Oh no he didn't!” “Of course he did”

The next couple of hours flew by so quickly. You got to the venue. Your parents came by to say hello to you and to shed some tears. They also told you that most of the guests have arrived and everybody is waiting excitedly.

Finally, it was time. You nervously cracked your fingers, as you waited for all the guests to take a seat, the closed door in front of you the only thing shielding you from your fiance, your dad standing beside you in a suit.

“Nervous?” he asked you with a slight smile, you could tell that he was trying hard not to cry.

“Very. But I’m telling you if he doesn't cry I'll turn around and we gotta try again.” you joked.

“Oh my dear...he will.” he quickly took a look at his watch and then linked his arm with yours.

“Ready?” you shot him a smile and nodded “As ready as I'll ever be.”

The outside speakers started to play the instrumental version of Cherry Wine by Hozier and the doors opened.

It was mid-May and you and Charlie decided on an Outside wedding. After searching for a great venue you finally found one. It was an old brick house with a small colonnade of bushes in the garden. It was absolutely perfect but you didn't even look at the decorations because as soon as your eyes met his, the world stood still.

He stood at the front of the colonnade where some candles burned beside him. He wore a forest green tuxedo and that dashing smile of his. The closer you got, the more you saw how much he was crying and all you wanted to do is hug him and wipe the tears away. Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling but you couldn't stop, some tears of your own spilling out of the corners of your eyes.

You kissed your dad on the cheek and let him sit down in the front row, your eyes only momentarily leaving Charlies. “Hi, handsome.” You smiled up at him and instinctively used your thumb to wipe away some tears. “Did you cut your hair?” you asked, nodding to his now chin-length hair (think October Charlie) He grabbed your hands in his and kissed your knuckles while slightly nodding his head “You look...just wow,” he whispered so that only you could hear. You just wanted to give him a compliment when the officiant interrupted you.

“Now it's getting serious.” you said while he said “No backing out.” with a wink.

“The couple standing in front of me met at the young age of 18 in the middle of the street. Y/N bumped into Charlie here and practically fell for him right there and then. She shot him a quick sorry and went her way but the universe knew that these two needed to be together so the next day he bumped into her, totally accidental of course.” the crowd laughed and you and Charlie beamed at each other. “Sadly for Y/N that day she carried an expensive Cake that flew to the other side of the pavement. Charlie felt so bad that he promptly invited her to the next bakery where they got a cup of coffee and a new cake. Today we’re gathered here today to celebrate that love.”

“I believe that the two of you wrote your own vows? Y/N would you like to start?” You nodded and turned around to take a piece of paper from Emi who stood behind you, already missing the warmth of his hands in yours.

“Charlie, you know I’m not very good with words so I really struggled to write this, but here we are standing in front of your family and friends to share our love. I knew I loved you…” your voice wavered and you let out a sob “sorry...I knew I loved you in the first week that we’ve met. We sat on a bench in the little park right around the corner from where we met. You were late and totally out of breath when you arrived. You apologized like crazy but I didn't care, you don't know this but I had a really shitty day that day and just seeing you made it all worth it. That smile of yours knocked me off my feet completely.

From that day on I only loved you more and more. I love the way you try to wake up every day with a smile. The way you always seem to have so much energy and that you try to share that energy and love with the whole world. I love waking up in your arms because they feel like home and I miss you like crazy when I don't see you for a day.

I never really believed in love at first sight before I met you and I’m so glad that you ruined my cake. I promise to try and make you smile at least twice a day, to listen and care for you, to dance with you in the kitchen while our pizza is in the oven. I also promise to try your questionable food combinations at least once every time.

I can’t promise you that we won't fight or that we won't have our ups and downs but I will promise that we’ll work it out, that we’re not going to bed with grudges, to talk about our problems and thoughts and to always make up. I promise to be your partner in crime and to take all the blame if we ever get caught and lastly, and most importantly...

I promise to love you more and more until my heart stops beating, even when the day comes that we're old and grey, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment.” You took a deep breath to try and stop your sobbing. Now it was Charlie's turn to wipe away some tears.

“Baby, don’t cry your makeup will get ruined.” he joked and you let out a small laugh. “Charlie, I believe now it's your turn to speak your vow.”

He took a shaky breath in before taking a folded piece of paper from the inside of his tuxedo pocket. “I want to start off with a simple I love you. I love the way you still give me butterflies every time I see you. I love the way you care not only for me but for everyone around you. I love the way you're patient with me. I love how much you're willing to try new things with me to make me happy because you really didn't like swimming with sharks. I admire how hard you work to help others and above all, I love how you love me.

It's in the way you look at me with such patience and compassion, the way you listen to me even if I'm rambling on, the way you push me to try harder even when I feel like I've done enough. You love me without judgment and chose to see the beauty in my flaws. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise to love you back forever and harder each day. I promise never to get angry at you for making honest mistakes, even if I asked you to turn the lights off every night for the past week...

I promise to never stop holding your hand or give you a goodbye kiss. I promise to walk through life, as your biggest fan, your shoulder to lean on, and your best friend and I vow to stay silly, to never take ourselves too seriously, and stay just immature enough for cake and breakfast for dinner.

You're my soldier, my lover and above all, my best friend and I'm so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Both of you were grinning and crying like idiots. “Now can we have the rings please?” the officiant asked the crowd and a teary-eyed Owen stepped forward the rings clutched in his hands.

“Thank you.” the officiant gave each of you a ring. “Do you Y/N Y/L/ want to take this man as your husband in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” You smiled up at Charlie and slid the ring on his left ring finger. “Oh good it fits,” you murmured and made him chuckle.

“And do you Charlie Gillespie want to take this woman as your wife in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” He grinned widely and also slid the ring on your left hand.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Charlie, you may kiss the bride.” Your lips locked with his and you couldn't be happier. Your hands found their way into his hair while his hands gripped your waist. His lips were soft and warm and you missed them dearly in the night the two of you were apart. The crowd cheered when he dipped you.

“I present to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Gillespie!”

[albdodaze]

blooming. y.itadori

‘she’s satoru’s sister’ (chapter two)

warnings: none

context: IN WHICH kami gojo, younger sister of certain powerful jujutsu sorcerer, meets an idiot who makes cold barrier around her heart melt.

There weren't many things that Kami hated. She probably poured all her hatred onto her parents, whom she felt incredibly sorry for. But there was another thing that Kami hated practically as much as her parents.

"She’s Satoru's sister. From Gojo Family."

Oh, how she hated being seen only as the sister of a famous jujutsu sorcerer and a member of a powerful family.

Kami wasn't powerful, in fact, she had no cursed energy, she couldn't do any cursed technique. The only thing she had in common with her family was that she could see curses, nothing more. She was often referred to as the window of the Gojo family. No one ever wanted to meet her, no one wanted to know anything about her, and when someone actually started talking to her, it was only to find out about Satoru.

Because of this, she was also the scapegoat in the family. Her parents were ashamed of her. In fact, they abhorred her. They couldn't stand the thought that their daughter was nothing compared to her family. Compared to her brother. Therefore, she was excluded from practically everything that went on in her family. Meetings, celebrations, birthdays, nothing. She was always left alone at home, under the care of the babysitter her parents had hired.

When she was younger, she thought it was just the way it was supposed to be, that it was like that in every family. After all, they never hit her, so what was wrong with that? Sometimes they yelled at her, screamed about not being good enough, but they never hit her. So nothing bad happened, right? Right?

The only thing she had in common with her family was her white hair and her rather tall height. And everything else was different. Even her eyes were black. Black. When her family had them blue, heavenly.

As she grew up, she began to understand how different she was from her family. She saw how disappointed they were in her for not being like them. So she began to practice and learn as much as she could. By the age of twelve, she already knew all about cursed weapons, she knew how to use them, how to defend herself. But her parents continued to look down on her. They continued to look at her with the same eyes. With pity and disgust.

The only person who didn't seem to look down on her was her brother. Satoru. And still, Kami hated him with all her heart.

She hated being inferior to him. She hated being compared to him. She hated being in his shadow. She hated all of him.

And yet she continued to stay with him. She stayed with him because of that stupid bond, the fear that no one else would accept her, that no one else would love her. Because no matter how angry, pissed off Kami could be at him, no matter how much she could call him names and tell him how much she hated him, he always stayed by her side and never doubted her.

After all, he was her big brother, how could he doubt in his loving little sister, for whom he would give his life, for whom he would do anything.

Satoru loved—duh—loves Kami with all his heart and considers her the smartest, strongest, and most beautiful woman—not girl, woman—he could ever meet. Satoru is the proudest brother, and he couldn't be prouder of how well his little sister, who holds his whole heart, is doing.

Even though she was over a decade younger than him, Kami was able to talk some sense into him more than once, show him how wrong he was about many things. Kami had taught him everything. It was for her that he tried his best. It was for her that he stayed in his family home as long as possible. It was for her that he befriended Megumi, seeing how well the two of them would get along and not being able to pass up the opportunity to find—probably—a lifelong friend for his sister.

And he found one.

Satoru was able to stay with Kami through the nights while she learned all about jujutsu sorcerers, he would bring her tea whenever she ran out of it, he would make her food when he heard her stomach clamoring for a snack. He would be the one to move her helpless body from her desk chair or the floor to her soft and comfortable bed so her back and neck wouldn't hurt the next morning.

He was the one who brought her breakfast every morning, for which he got up two hours earlier before her alarm clock. And when he was out, he would always send her a simple "have a nice day, don't forget to drink water" in the morning with some stupid meme or gif he found on the internet. It was the only thing Kami always woke up at 6:30am for, a silly and simple text message from her brother.

Let's also not forget the "good night, I love you little sister, sleep well" in the evening. Kami would never admit it, but she has screenshots of every single such message, printed out and tucked away in one of her binders, in case her phone breaks or gets lost.

In the end, Kami snapped. After all, how could she hate her brother, who would do anything to make her the happiest person in the world, who would do anything so that only his sister could have the best life, the one she deserved.

A soft knock on the door of her room snapped her out of her thoughts. She knew very well who it was. After all, he had said himself that as soon as he showed Yuuji around, he would come.

"You alive?" Her brother's familiar voice asked and Kami lifted her head from her pillow, smiling softly.

"How do you feel?"

"Like pulled straight from the grave," she muttered, and Satoru laughed, sitting down on the edge of her bed where she lay. "Itadori's been in his room since yesterday?" She asked, and her brother nodded. "Megumi?"

"He and Yuuji are already on their way to Harajuku where we're supposed to meet the fourth student," he replied, and Kami raised an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you go with them?"

"I was waiting for you," he smiled softly and started to speak before Kami had a chance. "And don't tell me you're not going. The fourth student is a girl, maybe you'll get along. Besides, you need to get out of this room eventually. And I don't mean leaving the room to move to Megumi's room or mine," he said as he noticed his sister opening her mouth to start defending herself. "Come on, I'll buy you a bubble tea on the way, okay?"

Kami glared at him for a good few seconds and finally sighed, which caused a big grin to spread across Satoru's face, which Kami smiled at, too.

With the help of her brother, the white-haired girl got out of bed and put on her feet, covered in black knee-high socks, mary-jane boots—the same colour as her socks—from her school uniform.

She quickly looked at herself in the mirror again, checking if her pleated mid-thigh skirt hadn't rolled up and if her short button down jacket, covering her perfectly white turtleneck, hadn't twisted anywhere. Adjusting her hood pinned to her jacket, she walked out the door that Satoru had opened for her, having previously put her phone in her pocket.

Just as Satoru had promised, they quickly bought her favorite strawberry bubble tea on the way and immediately headed towards the street they were supposed to meet at. As soon as they saw two familiar faces in the distance, Satoru raised his hand.

"Sorry for the wait!" He shouted and headed with Kami towards the two teenagers. "Your uniform made it in time, I see," he added when he saw a perfectly fitting uniform for Yuuji.

"Yeah, it's a perfect fit. Though it's slightly different from Fushiguro's. It has a hood, for one," Yuuji said, taking the red hood his uniform had in his hand.

"That's because the uniforms can be customised upon request," Satoru replied.

"Huh? But I never put in any requests."

"I was the one who put in the custom order. With a little help of our master," Satoru smiled, pointing at his sister, who was shorter than him and too focused on her bubble tea to get anything out of the conversation.

"Whatever, I guess," Yuuji replied.

"Be careful. Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that," Megumi interjected, looking at his classmate out of the corner of her eye. "Most importantly, why are we meeting up in Harajuku?"

"Because it's what she asked for," said Satoru.

"Ahh! Popcorn! I want some!"

After a few minutes, Satoru poked his sister with his elbow and, as she raised her eyes at him, he pointed to something by the entrance to the street, or rather, someone.

There stood a redheaded girl, not too tall, tiring of some middle-aged man, but Kami couldn't hear what was going on through the crowd of people making noise around her. The short-haired girl had a very similar uniform to Kami, though this one had brown moccasins, black tights and a white shirt instead of black mary-jane shoes, knee socks and turtleneck.

"This is kinda embarrassing," Yuuji spoke up with his 2018 glasses on his nose and popcorn in one hand, in the other ice cream. Kami shook her head and closed her eyes, going back to drinking her bubble tea.

"So are you," Megumi heard and she snorted softly making the drink she was drinking fly up her nose.

As Kami tried to get rid of the sticky drink from her nose, the redhead approached them and began leading them to 400 Yen Corner where she could leave her luggage.

As the other freshman girl closed the locker with her things, she turned towards the rest of them and put her hand on her hip.

"Ok, once again," Satoru began and pointed his hand at the girl.

"Kugisaki Nobara. Be happy, boys. I'm the one woman in your group," she said, as if she hadn't noticed Kami standing next to her brother at all.

"And what am I? Guide dog?" Kami said, pulling away from her already almost finished drink. Nobara looked at the girl and her eyes lit up.

"Oh, hey! I didn't notice you. We will be great friends!" she said and returned her gaze to the two boys in her year.

"I'm Itadori Yuuji. I'm from Sendai!"

"Fushiguro Megumi."

"Kami Gojo. Guide dog."

After a few seconds in which Nobara looked like she was thinking hard about something, she finally sighed.

"I always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances," she said and sighed once more.

"She took one look and sighed," muttered Itadori.

"Are we going somewhere from here?" Megumi asked, turning his gaze to Satoru, who only laughed.

"We do have all four of you together. Not to mention, two of you are from the countryside," said Satoru, lifting his head proudly and throwing his arm around his sister's shoulders. "So of course we're going on a tour of Tokyo!"

Nobara and Itadori began shouting "Tokyo!", attaching themselves to Satoru, causing Kami to have to walk over to Megumi, throwing away an empty cup on the way.

"We're definitely not going on any tour," Kami muttered, and Fushiguro-kun nodded softly, knowing Gojo-sensei all too well.

"We love Tokyo!"

"TDL! I want to go to TDL!"

"Idiot! TDL's in Chiba! Let's go to Chinatown, Sensei!"

"Chinatown's in Yokohama!"

"Yokohama's part of Tokyo! Don't you know that? Look at a map!"

Kami, Satoru and Megumi were quietly watching the argument that was going on in front of them when the elder Gojo spoke up.

"I will now announce our destination!"

Nobara and Itadori knelt before Satoru at which Kami shook her head with her eyes closed and Megumi deadpanned at them.

"Roppongi!"

"Roppongi?!" Said Itadori and Nobara at the same time, looking at each other, incredibly pleased with what they heard.

[professorsnape394]

The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Thirteen: Outrageous Outbursts

A/N: This is the thirteenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 3520

Warnings: swearing, slut shaming, moderate violence. 

Credits to Gif Creator

Practically bursting through the doors of the three broomsticks Aria Dumbledore was very quickly greeted by Alexander who led her to a secluded table in the corner of the pub.

"Are you okay, you seemed stressed?" He laughed nervously, upon noticing the fact she was slightly sweating from her walk from the castle.

"I need a drink." She demanded simply, about to make her way to the bar.

"Sit. I'll get it for you, you look like you need a rest." He continued to laugh.

"Fire Whiskey. And make it double!" She shouted after him, to which he replied with a simple thumbs up.

Almost immediately after Alexander left, a pair of mischievous red headed boys bounced into sight, pulling a chair up to the table. Removing her head from her hands, Aria could only let out a long, hard sigh at the sight of them.

"What going on here then, teach." Fred questioned sceptically with the raise of an eyebrow. "Who's the lad?"

"A friend." Aria replied through gritted teeth, wishing they would just leave her alone. She had been stressed out enough today as it were.

"Mmmmhmmm." George hummed. "He's a pretty good-looking friend if you ask me, professor."

"And he chose a spot all the way in the back, pretty intimate don't you think?" Fred continued.

"Pretty romantic. wouldn't you agree, Freddie?" The Weasley boy nudged his brother.

"Very romantic." The second Weasley twin nodded in agreement.

"Listen this isn't appropriate, I'm your professor, you best be gone before he gets back." Aria warned, while the boys continued to heckle her.

"You're only a professor in training. Besides it isn't against any rules for you speak to us out with the castle grounds, you've got nothing to worry about." George pointed out.

"Unless it's us she's worried about, eh Georgie?" The two boys turned to glare at their potion's mistress, waiting for her to crack.

Groaning loudly, Aria knew she couldn't get rid of the boys as easily as she had hoped. "Look, it's not a date. It's just a few drinks with a friend, okay? And he deserves to be able to come back to me without the two of you causing trouble. So go on, scram."

"Alright, alright, we'll go." They obeyed.

"Just one last thing." Fred spoke slowly, turning back on his heel. "Speaking of nice guys deserving things, how's the love life going?"

She knew it was coming, there was no escaping it. But for her sake, she hoped the boys could be trusted enough to keep their mouths shut, at least until the end of the year when she would be forced to confront all her problems head on.

"He deserves to know, Aria. You have to say something soon."

"I know, I know." She whispered, bowing her head in shame. "I just need to figure things out for myself first. Please don't say anything about this."

The twins looked between them deliberating who their loyalties lay with. "If you promise it's not a date, we have no reason to." Fred stated.

"It's not, I promise." She said sincerely.

And with that the boys retreated to their table not too far away, still keeping a close eye on their professor.

Alexander returned from the bar with a tray full of drinks for the pair of them.

"I thought you'd need them." He chuckled. And he was right as Aria instantly downed the entirety of her Fire Whiskey in one gulp.

For the next few hours, the pair laughed and drunk together, and for the first time since she had arrived at Hogwarts, she felt she finally had one true friend. It was nice to finally be able to talk to someone her age and not have to constantly fight to have a conversation or speak about work the whole time.

Unfortunately, though, within seconds of her coming to this realisation, Aria's hopes of maintaining her relationship with her new found 'friend' was shattered. Alexander reached his hand across the table, resting it gently on top of her own. Slowly he picked it up, moving it towards his lips before place a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

From the corner of her eye, Aria saw the Weasley twins watching her intently, forcing her to yank her hand away from the man.

"Another Drink?" Aria asked, already getting up from the table, making her way to the bar.

"Umm, no thanks." He said slightly confused, watching her walk away.

Passing the Weasley twins she avoided eye contact, praying Alexander would not make another move. At this rate making friends was not worth risking the twins spilling her secrets.

Of course, as Saturday's always were, the Three Broomsticks was packed full of students socialising with their friends and so Aria thanked God for once in her life that she would not get served any time soon. Rehearsing over in her head how she was about to end this 'date' with Alexander, all Aria wanted to do at this moment was run back to Hogwarts and go to sleep. It had been a long a day.

Finally reaching the front of the queue, Aria was barely focusing on her surroundings.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked.

"Fire Whiskey. Double." Two voices spoke at once.

Snapping back to reality upon hearing that so easily recognisable voice, Aria looked to her right to see none other than Severus Snape sitting at the corner of the bar, fondling an empty glass of Fire Whiskey.

"I'll get those right up." The bartender complied, obviously catching it was an awkward situation, and decided to get both the drinks at the same time.

"Severus." Aria said softly. "What are you doing here?"

"You are not the only one permitted to enjoy themselves with the occasional libation, Miss Dumbledore." He retorted, his words slightly running together, suggesting he had either been here a while, or had a lot to drink. Or both. Aria thought.

"Of course." She smiled awkwardly, not quite knowing how to respond.

"And your date." Snape spat, clearly unaware of how loud he was being. "How is it going?"

"Like I said before, Professor Snape. It is not a date." Aria tried to act a little more professional than her mentor, fully away the pub was full of Hogwarts students.

"Doesn't look like it from where I'm sitting, the two of you seemed rather close just now." Snape continued to mumble.

"You were watching us?" Aria questioned, to which Snape chose to remain silent.

"Two double Fire Whiskeys." The bartender announced.

Snape handed over his money, gesturing that he would be paying for both drinks.

Aria nodded a small thank you and made to leave.

Grabbing his drink from the table Snape stood up from his bar stool and started to walk alongside Aria, until gradually they came to a halt in the center of the room.

"Can I help you, Severus?" Aria huffed irritably.

Snape pondered for a moment, taking a large gulp of Fire Whiskey, deciding whether or not to speak.

Aria started to walk away, thinking he was never going to say anything.

"What are you trying to achieve." He hiccupped, bringing her back to attention.

"I'm sorry?" Aria asked, spinning on her heel to face him once more. "I don't think I know what you mean."

"I know what you're doing." He hiccupped again, leaning against a wooden pole in an attempt to stabilise his balance. "You're playing a game, but what do you get from it?"

"I have no idea what you're on about Snape, now if you don't mind, I'm going back to my-"

"Date?" He cut in, raising one eyebrow suggestively.

"No." Aria smirked sourly, knowing he was trying to put words in her mouth.

"Then what is it? Because, that boy over there is clearly interested in you and you're leading him on." He spat, his voice raising the more he spoke.

"None of this is any of your business, Professor Snape." Aria said still trying to remain professional and remove herself from the situation, knowing the man was clearly intoxicated. It was clear now to Aria that the majority of students in the pub were invested in listening in to their professor's conversation.

"There's no point denying it, I've seen it for myself. He's not the first, this boy." The potions master raised his voice, latching onto the woman's wrist, stopping her from leaving.

"Professor Snape, I think maybe you should quieten down a bit, people are listening." Fred interrupted as the twins bravely came to Aria's rescue.

"Aria maybe it's time to go." George whispered to her, pulling her back from the potions master.

"Here's more of them now. Students." Snape scoffed, completely ignoring anything the twins tried to say. "I bet before you came to Hogwarts, you done the same to them. Lead them on, drew them in with your sickening charms, then just left them on the hook for you. Look at them now, coming to your rescue."

"Don't be ridiculous, Severus. This is highly inappropriate." Aria tried to keep her composure, motioning to the Weasley boys to leave them, but it was obvious to everyone that a scarlet blush had begun to warm her cheeks. "You need to go home Severus. You've had too much to drink, you don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying. And I know that you're here on a date with some poor bloke whose got no chance and you'll happily admit that"

"That's not what's happening, you're twisting my words."

"And I know that all day you've been flirting with Igor Karkaroff." He continued, paying no mind no Aria's objections. "I found the two of you in a rather comprising position today after the Great Feast."

"You're exaggerating, Snape, you know fine well that's not what was going on." Aria cried, which again, Severus chose to ignore.

"You've even tried your godforsaken charms on me. You tried to get me on my own in your quarters to seduce me, you're constantly flirting in a feeble attempt to manipulate me. Thank god I'm not dull enough to fall for your sickening act. I mean even now, look at how you're dressed. I'm assuming it's for all our benefits, men have been gawking and drooling over you all day and you love it. You're a teacher dressed like a common whore, how utterly inappropriate. You'd have been fired by now if Dumbledore wasn't your precious grandfather."

"This has gone too far, Severus, you need to stop this now!" Aria demanded, her voice cracking a little as she tried to match his volume.

"I'm not done." He sneered at her, the venom in his voice, showing a side of her mentor she never wanted to encounter again.

"The icing on the fucking cake is, you done all of this, played all of these cruel, childish games, and all the while you're in a relationship." He paused, relishing in Aria's reaction. She froze on the spot like a deer caught in headlights. For the first time tonight her eyes connected with the professors. "Is he being played too? Or does he somehow benefit from your antics."

"How the hell do you know that." Aria whispered, her own tone turning sour.

"I saw the letter on your desk."

"You read my mail? How dare you! That is confidential. You just don't know when to stop do you?" Aria cried, utterly humiliated.

"What's going on here." Alexander chimed in, holding Aria by the arm attempting to get in between her and Snape. He had been stood aside, listening alongside the students, but didn't know how to process any of this information until now.

"Everything he's saying, it's not true!" Aria pleaded with her friend, praying he too wouldn't ridicule her in front of everyone. "But he is right, this wasn't supposed to be a date. Nothing will happen between us, I'm so sorry." She begged, trying to hold herself together.

"It's okay." Alexander whispered, not wanting to upset the woman further. "Come with me, I'll walk you home." He attempted to embrace her.

"We all know what that means." Snape scoffed, watching them walk away. "She'll probably do anything you want she's that much of a fucking slut."

Both Aria and Alexander stopped in their tracks. Aria's whole body froze, having no idea how to react. The word rung in her ears, sending a pain to her heart and making her body go numb as if she was being stabbed with a thousand tiny knives. This was not the first time she had been called that word, and it fucking hurt to hear.

Alexander on the other hand knew exactly how to react. He paused for a moment, hand wrapping tightly around his wand before changing his mind at the last minute. Before anyone knew what was happening Alexander swung a punch at Severus hitting him squarely in his right eye. The professor instantly doubled over swearing in pain.

The students listening in instantly made to look busy, not wanting to know what Severus Snape would do to retaliate. Unfortunately for those wanting to see a show, Snape simply fell to the nearest chair, keeping his head down.

Aria quickly pulled herself together knowing this was her mess to fix.

Alexander rubbed his knuckles to ease the pain, before wrapping an arm around Aria Dumbledore. "Come with me." He said.

"Actually Alexander, I think I better take him back to the castle." She gestured to the mass of black fabric and hair drooping over a table and chair.

"Are you mad, after all that he just said to you. There's no way I'm letting you walk alone with him. He should be fired for all he's done."

"He's drunk... and I provoked him really, it's not his fault." Aria lied. "He's not like this when he's sober, trust me."

After a few more minutes of persuasion Alexander finally let Aria have her way, and bid her goodbye.

By this time the whole of the pub was chattering and gossiping about what they had witnessed, but Aria knew this was not the time to address what had happened and she would just have to let time run its course. The only thing she could do not was please the screaming bartender and remove Severus from the premises.

Drunk and a little concussed it took the potions master a minute or two to come around, but by then Aria had managed to walk him out the pub and along the road back to Hogwarts.

"Why are you helping me." Snape slurred, as he stumbled his way along the path.

"Because I know you're not a bad guy." She said softly.

*

That evening Aria insisted on helping Snape into his private quarters. The effects of the night had begun to sober Severus up, the embarrassment rendering him speechless, but Aria couldn't help but worry for him. This was not a regular old outburst, something was obviously eating away at him, but she could not bring herself to ask what it was that drove him to that level of anger.

Not wanting to upset him further, Aria chose not to enter his bedroom and chose to stay in the main living area. Handing him a pint of water to sip on, the young Miss Dumbledore set out to arrange a place for him to sleep on the couch. She managed to gather a few stray blankets and pillows she had found lying around, and decided he was still too drunk to care whether or not he went to sleep in his clothes.

Crawling up on the couch beside where he sat, Aria help a make shift ice pack gently to his eye. It had already begun to swell and it was clear there would be a lot of bruising by the morning. Her heart hurt for him.

"Why are you doing this." Snape finally spoke, breaking the silence that had become so thick.

Aria took a deep intake of breath, not fully understanding herself why she was helping the man who had ridiculed in the worst possible way.

"I don't know." Was all she could say in return, shuffling closer to tend to his eye.

For what seemed like a lifetime, Snape's apprentice sat facing him on her knees, breathing slowly and deeply as she held the cold compress to his eye, desperately hoping the swelling would go down and result in minimal bruising. Though the bruising of his eye was the last thing Severus was concerned about. Not only had he embarrassed himself in front of half the student body, he had humiliated Aria and deeply hurt someone he truly cared about. Perhaps that's why he did it.

Severus knew the feelings he had for his assistant were becoming more real by the day and there was nothing he could do to stop them the more time they spent together. Perhaps his drunk-self had concluded that the only solution to his problem would be to drive her away, make her turn on him. But clearly his plan had failed. Now he was sat closer to her than he had ever been, watching her chest slowly rise and fall as she breathed in time to the beat of his heart.

Slowly Severus' lifted his gaze to the woman's face, watching her intently. For the first time since they had met, he saw a true sadness take over her, and he hated himself for being the reason she felt this way.

Snape suddenly felt completely dissociated from his body. He wasn't thinking, he didn't want to think. He had done enough of that in his lifetime and for once he just wanted to feel. Gingerly Snape nervously placed his hand over her own, catching Aria's attention as he removed the cloth of ice from his eye. Never breaking eye contact Severus shifted on the couch to face her better. She sat on her knees, her bare legs exposed, rubbing lightly against his own.  Letting go of her hand, Severus softly placed it on her exposed waist.

Goosebumps immediately rose all over her body, when the professors hand rested on her waist. She had hoped he would just assume she was cold from holding the ice, but both of them knew this was not the case. She wanted to break her gaze, she couldn't stand how he was looking at her, but she could not force herself to look away. Never before had Aria encountered this side of Severus Snape, she didn't think anyone had, but she couldn't help herself from feeling enchanted.

Just as unexpectedly as the first had been, Severus placed a second hand on her cheek, while letting the first snake around her body to the small of her back. The couple's bodies had gradually came edged to each other and now they were so close they could feel each other's warm breath on their skins.

Severus dropped his eyes to Aria's mouth, almost contemplating his next move. He thought about it for so long, unable to make the final move. Their foreheads touched, and his nose brushed against hers, but he just did not have the nerve to close that final gap. Both Aria and Severus' breathing had picked up the pace, and as each jagged breath left their mouths, the atmosphere became even hotter and heavier.

Just as Severus worked up the courage to make his move Aria found herself snap back to reality. Jerking away from him, she left out a small gasp but quickly covered her mouth. "I'm sorry." She whispered, shaking her head as she saw the Snape's face fall. "I'm so sorry." She cried, tears forming in her eyes, as she backed away.

Severus pulled his hands a way, balling them into fists, knowing he had made a mistake. He got up from the couch just as Aria had done, moving backwards putting some distance between them.

"Aria..." He whispered, calling her by her name for the first time. He looked at her almost pleadingly. But even he didn't know whether he was begging her to stay or begging her for forgiveness.

"I have to go. I'm sorry Severus." She breathed again, fleeing from the room.

Just as Severus made to close the final gap between them, Aria thought back to his harsh words of the night. She remembered everything he had said, and it suddenly occurred to her that he may have been testing her. He had claimed she was playing games and using men. He knew she was in a relationship, why else would he do this? To try and seduce her completely out of the blue, he could only be trying to prove himself right, prove that she really was a user, a harlot, a slut.

Aria felt the tears pour from her eyes as she tried to make sense of the confusion Severus had caused. What exactly was he gaining from this? Why would he want to ridicule her even more than he already has? Maybe he was truly just a cruel man.

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Stability Chapter 7

Otis Driftwood x Reader

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"I'll never be your beast of burden

My back is broad but it's a-hurting

All I want for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting

All I want for you to make love to me"

Otis heard you before he saw you, dancing and singing in your cut off shorts and tired shirt. Your walkman swung dangerously back and forth on your hips as you sang to the rolling stones song while you washed your car. It was a super hot summer day in the unforgiving heart of texas. The car was your baby. It was a gift from Otis for your birthday, you had fallen in love with it when they towed it to the house after the last group of victims was captured. You told him you always wanted one of these so he and Rufus secretly fixed it up for you. He still insisted you go everywhere with him in his truck but you convinced him to let you drive yourself once in a while ( but not too far ) Spraying the hose over the hood you leaned over to get the farthest part, your ass poking out in the air.

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

It was obvious the music was so loud you didn't hear him as he dragged a screaming victim toward the shed in the back. He stopped dragging her for a second to watch you and laugh softly. Well, that's adorable and hot as shit he thought to himself. The poor girl he was currently dragging took this opportunity to claw and bite at his hand in an attempt to get away in. For A split second she did, She wiggled out of his grasp and tried to take off towards the road. He quickly grabbed her and threw her on the ground pulling her by the hair back towards the house. All this while you were none the wiser, enjoying your song on your headphones. He resumed his spot leaning against the house staring at you.

"I'll never be your beast of burden

So let's go home and draw the curtains

Music on the radio

Come on baby make sweet love to me" 

 

You sang the last part a little louder using the sponge as a microphone. You were getting into this what you assumed was a solo performance. Swinging your hips back and forth you grabbed the hose and sprayed all over the trunk of the car. He was thrusting the girl back and forth by her hair to shush her as he leaned against the side of the house watching you. "Damn bitch shut the fuck up!, I'm trying to enjoy the view". He looked toward her in disgust that she would dare shrek and distract him. "Mister please let me go, I won't tell anyone". " I SAID SHUT UP" 

He suddenly heard the music better now, he looked up to see you with your headphones down now around your neck the music softly playing in a muffled tone. Staring at him with a smile slightly leaning against the car. " Whatcha doing there is handsome?". " Watching you " he smirked. 

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

"Oh are ya now? So ...what are you gonna you do with her?" You pointed with the sponge at the dry heaving girl still on the ground with her hair in his fist. "Ah I don't know" he looked down at her then back at you " any ideas?" He lifted an eyebrow at you. "Maybe a few" you bit your lip a little tilting your head to the side. " I was going to tie her up in the shed and try that experiment I was running with you the other night but I don't think she's gonna survive. She also won't stop squirming", he chuckled and thrust her a little bit more back and forth. She muttered something inaudible. "That's fine," you said, tossing the sponge into the bucket. " We can tie her to the bed after she might stop squirming then." You flashed him a wicked smile.

 He winked at you, "my god woman you are wicked...have I told you I love you lately?" He asked, clearing his throat, the bulge that started to grow in his jeans was becoming more and more distracting. "Hmmm" you replied " maybe but you can show me how much you love me later" you leaned on the hood of the car allowing for him to get a good view of your shirt.

 He hastily sucked in the air standing up quickly, "hold that thought" he says turning back toward the shed. "Hey! " You shouted he turned back to you real quick, spinning the poor girl as well, her feet and legs dragging.  You took the soapy sponge and tossed it at him, smacking him in the chest soaking his white shirt. He cursed under his breath then laughed, wiping his face with his other hand. "You are gonna pay for that as soon as I'm back from tying this bitch up". He looked back at you one more time while heading back to the shed. 

Oh, little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty girls

Ooh, you're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Come on, baby, please, please, please

 

"God I hate this fucking song can you change it?"... "OTIS hello?". Baby sat up from the floor of the van and snapped her fingers at Otis. "Hey get your goddamn fingers out my face woman the fuck is wrong with you" he angrily swatted at Baby's hand as she attempted to snap in his face again. " I said I don't like that song so change it" "I don't give a flying dick what you like, I'm drivin' and we're leaving this song." She slumped back angrily onto the floor. Earning a chuckle from her father Spaulding. "S'not funny daddy" she snapped at him crossing her arms. "Oh lighten up there kiddo you know the rules, the driver picks the music". 

Spaulding had finally met up with both of them at the motel. Although it had taken him a while due to some personal delay he arrived there in the nick of time to help finish off torturing the poor victims. After killing the rest of the family the daughter of Roy and Gloria was left to wear her father's skin on her face and be hung up behind the door to scare the unfortunate housekeeper when coming to assess the room. unable to get her father's skin off and running in a frantic the daughter unknowingly ran into the highway to be hit by a semi-truck. Using the van they stole from them they attempted to meet you at the next stop. 

Otis only hoped they weren't too far behind you. Suddenly Baby perked up and glanced at the passing billboard." Just in case anyone's interested, I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles" she excitedly looked back toward her father and then to Otis. Otis looked over at her and repeated her [in a mocking tone]  "I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles." Baby looked back at home with an angry expression "Hey DON'T you fucking imitate me, it's fucking rude!"

Otis:" Fuck you", Baby: "Fuck you! "Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you?" Spaulding interjected getting real sick of the interaction between the two of them.

"Yes, it is going to kill me! I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time that is a hazard to my fucking health!" Otis replied visibly getting more and more annoyed with the idea of stopping. " What the fuck is your problem? I'm in and out in two seconds!" Baby snapped at him. 

   

Spaulding laughed a little "You know? I think I'm gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity." "Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good!" Baby said nudging her father. "I'm glad that finding y/n doesn't mean shit to either of you now I know who is taking this seriously" he gripped his hands on the steering wheel in anger. These fucking idiots he thought to himself. " Wow excuse you…. How dare you imply I don't care about finding my BEST FRIEND. You know she meant the world to me before She meant the world to you, she was my best friend before she was your wife ok? I met her first… don't think because I'm not sulking like you I don't worry about her. But she's stronger than you give her credit for and you've been treating her like a child!!!". Otis didn't respond to her, he was getting madder by the second. He simply gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

 "I suggest we go see Charlie lay low there for a night before heading to the next motel," Spaulding said looking over at Otis. " Why the fuck would we do that?" Otis asked, slightly gripping the steering wheel even harder. Being away from you this long was not good for his mental health. It was throwing him off his game. It was making him anxious and nothing made him anxious. This was a very foreign and uncomfortable feeling to him. He wanted to get rid of it and to do that he had to find you. He only anticipated being away from you for maybe 12 hours and even the thought of that made him very uncomfortable. 

It's now been days this is unacceptable he needs to find you. "Look I saw on the news that the police are already on your tail. It's best that we throw off their scent a bit and lay low one more day can't hurt y/n is a smart girl she's gonna be alright". Otis didn't reply, he simply looked at the long stretch of road. Spalding continued, "I would hate to lead anyone to her Otis, Baby is right we care about her too but she's tough and smart I'm sure she's seen the news she will get the idea why we aren't there". "I don't trust that fucker Charlie" Otis finally replied with a sigh. Spaulding chuckled "yeah welp get over it". 

They drove through the rest of the afternoon only stopping for ice cream of course to prevent any distress from Baby and Spaulding. Pulling up to Charlie’s fun town, Otis’s annoyance grew more by the second. He hasn't been back here in years, he used to come on occasion to enjoy some of the girls here, but that quickly changed when you came around. He didn't like or trust Charlie, he had an inkling that this man was only out for himself no matter what Spaulding said. 

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Fix You / JJ Maybank

not my gif, credits to owner! (@toesure)

A/N: This one is based on Fix You, by Coldplay. I think I did well with this one, let me know what you think!

Summary: After a bad breakup your friend JJ is there to help you.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader.

Warnings: Mentions of a breakup, sadness.

Word count: 1097.

Lyrics look like this!

When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

When the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

After all the years you've spent with your boyfriend it never seemed to be enough for him. All the effort you've put on your relationship, trying to communicate with him or being there with him when he needed help had been in vain, because he didn't feel the same way about you after all.

You two had met in highschool and started to date not long after, the first months it was amazing, you were never tired of being with each other and you couldn't help but be touchy and cheesy all the time. That changed when he started going out with a new group of people he had found, he was more irresponsible, distant and far from you than he had ever been. And you tried to keep up with it, hoping he would realize how much he had changed and the person you had met came back. But that change never came and he ended up leaving.

Now you were in bed all the time, crying your eyes out until you couldn't even feel your face and your eyes were itchy. Your routine consisted in waking up, staying in bed crying and sleeping all day long. You felt like the years you had spent with him were a waste, like you had been with a fake version of who your now ex-boyfriend really was. And it hurted like hell not knowing if all the kisses, hugs and good times had been an act.

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Your friends had been worried about you, texting, calling or even trying to visit you at home, but you always gave them an excuse, not feeling with enough energy to have someone else with you. Your friends were trying to give you time, understanding that you were going through a rough time, but JJ was not having it, he was way too worried to just sit around and wait for you. And he knew that as your best friend, he had to be there for you.

One day JJ felt like he had waited enough so he decided to go to the store to get you some candy, a cute card and a couple of balloons, he had chosen ones that said 'Get better soon' and 'It's a girl!' He was pounding at your door while holding the balloons and a bag with all the sweets he had gotten you. 'Come on y/n, I know you're in there, open the door. Please.'

You knew that he was way too stubborn to just knock on the door a few times and then give up, so you just get out of bed, wrapped in blankets and go to the door. When you open it you show your head a little. 'JJ please, leave, I'm not in the mood for anything right now.'

'I'm not going anywhere, I'm here to make sure you are okay and to try to cheer you up, so you're not getting rid of me that easily.' He says.

You sigh and open the door completely to let him in. 'I'm fine, see? You can go now.' You say moving your arms under all the blankets. He just stares at you.

'You just said you're not in the mood so make up your mind.'

'Well I just broke up with who I thought was going to be the person I would spend the rest of my life with, I think I deserve being sad for some time.'

'You do, but you're not going to be alone during that time. I'm here and you're gonna have to put up with me, like it or not.' He says, and then hands you the balloons. 'Plus, I got you balloons.'

You look at them with a weird look on your face. 'Why does this one say "it's a girl"?' You ask.

'They didn't have too many types so I got that one because I know it has your favorite color in it.' He says smiling.

You start crying like a baby and he pulls you on a hug. 'I love him so much JJ, I don't understand why he would do this to me.'

'Hey, I know. But you'll be okay, trust me. I'll make sure you get out of this one.' He kisses your head while hugging you. 'It's okay, just let everything out and then you can start eating all the chocolate I bought you.'

'I'm so glad I have you in my life right now JJ, you're the best friend I could ever ask for.' You say hugging him tightly and burying your face on his chest.

And high up above or down below

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try, you'll never know

Just what you're worth

During the next few days you start feeling a lot better, but even when you had some occasional ups and downs JJ was there to help you pick up the pieces and try to make you feel better. Always saying that you have to get better just so you can go out there and see how worth you are, repeating it like a mantra.

He's always around you, knowing what to say at each moment, making you laugh (or at least trying) and giving you the affection you need. You know that he has his own stuff going on, but he doesn't show it and when you try to ask him about his problems he keeps saying that he'll take care of his stuff later, but he needs you to get better first so you can help him out too when he needs you.

After being locked at home for a couple of weeks you decide it's time to go out and prove yourself how strong you really are. And you are sure you would not be able to do it if it wasn't for JJ, so you take his hand firmly and look at him. 'Thank you so much for being there for me, let's do this.' He just gives you a smile and a wink and, together, you step inside John B's house to meet your friends again.

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Not the villain (pt.1)

Crowley x reader (fairytale/disneyish Au)

Summary: you are said to rule the kingdom's after your father passes away as that day approches aziraphale is sent to watch after you while his dear friend Crowley is sent to do quite the opposite but never the less plans change

Warning: none except it's looong and it might be a bit cheesy? So it may be bad for that but then again that's kinda the point since I wanted it to be disneyish

Also note that if this series goes well I plan on doing one for aziraphale if anyone wants to give suggestions but anyways here it is! ENJOY!

But here it is enjoy!

(also not my gifs)

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"She's obligated to rule the kingdoms now that her father is dying, and Who knows what hell has planed for her by now."

Aziraphale followed Gabriel through heaven and listened intently to the task he was being given.

"Now we are sending you down there to be her care taker while the king is sick in bed. Make sure she is safe and that nothing happens to her basically you are her guardian angel..." Gabriel shivered after pausing "Imagine the kind of chaos that would happen with out a queen!"

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Gabriel stopped abruptly and turned to Aziraphale. "Well get down there they are expecting you!"

"Oh yes of course!" and just like that he was stood outside of the castles front gate's.

"Lady Y/n!?" you looked up from the book in your lap at one of the maides who had made an appearance in the door. "Yes?"

"Sir Aziraphale has arrived."

"Alright I'll be right down." the maid nodded and excused herself shutting the door behind her. "Alright try to get some more rest I'll sent the nurse back soon enough." you stood from your seat and leaned over the man in bed placing a kiss on his forhead.

Your father smiled up at you as you began to leave. "Darling please don't worry about me anymore Aziraphale is here to take care of you and prepare you for your role as queen soon. Focuse on that not about me the nurse can handle me." You rolled your eyes and nodded.

"I understand get some rest now." you stepped out into the hall and hurried to meet your new guardian.

You where the daughter of the king of the seven kingdom's. And the rightful air of the throne since your mother had passed when you where younger and you had no brothers or refused to take a suiter. You where next in line now that your father was seemingly ready to pass.

Meaning he believed that although you where quite old enough to handle yourself you still needed a guardian to watch and protect you.

"Aziraphale I presume?" you stepped down into the throne room where the man stood. "Ah yes! My lady it's a pleasure to meet you..your majesty." he bowed down before you.

You smiled lighty at him. "That's not nessecary Sir." He quickly stood up and straightened himself out. "Of course forgive me your highness."

"It's alright but please call me y/n....but in any even now that we've finished our formalities..." you quickly scanned the room for any of the castles workers before grabbing his arm. "Come with me!" you giddily pulled him behind you as you raced down the hall not allowing Aziraphale the chance to protest. You raced out a back door and through the courtyard. "My lady please...please slow down!"

You only stopped once you had left the court yard and came up to a small wooden building not to far from the castle. "Now that you are my guardian I can go where I please as long as you are with me."

"Well yes I'm sure that's true but-"

you pulled the wooden door of the rickedy building open and stepped inside ignoring him only to appear again with a white horse in towe. "Here you are kind sir."

He took the rains of the horse nervously. "Princess I really do not think that now is the time to go horse back ridding...perhaps we could go inside and get acquainted over a cup of tea?"

You came back out of the stable already on horse back looking down at him. "Aziraphale. You have no idea how long I've waited for a proper guardian so that I could leave the castles limits. Now of you so wish you can wait here for me to return with in the hour then we may share a spot of tea, or you may follow me and get acquainted if that is what you wish either way I am leaving."

You where already off and heading towards the large forest that sat behind the stable. "Princess!..y/n wait!" he climbed into his horse and quickly followed after you.

"Where in heavens are we even heading?"

You looked over to him and smiled. "When I was younger my mother would take me out here to a clearing...we would play all sorts of games there. After she died I wasn't allowed out here anymore."

Aziraphale gave you a sorrow filled look that you brushed aside quickly. "But why don't you tell me about yourself? Where are you from? What intrests you?"

As the two of you spoke and tracked deeper into the woods a snake followed quietly through the grass waiting for his chance to make an apperance. Or to at least see the princess he was sent to kill.

You grinned as you neared the familiar green clearing and quickly picked up the pace. You slid off your horse and pulled your shoes off to feel the grass beneth your feet.

"Isn't it just beautiful Aziraphale!?" Aziraphale stepped into the clearing holding both horses rains in his hand admiring the area. "Indeed it is."

The clearing was a large green area with wildflowers of an asortment of colors giving the place a pop of color farther down past the trees lied a river bed and a feild full of daisys across it. The place was almost magical with the way the afternoon Sun lit it up.

"I think I'll just tie the horses up over by this tree then?" he looked at you as you had already assumed a spot in the grass laying back in it facing the Sun. "Sounds fine!"

You smiled up at the sky as Aziraphale headed off to a sturdy tree just outside the clearing.

As you lied in the grass the breeze blowing it through your fingers something caused you to sit up quickly. The wind blew through the trees rustling the leaves almost like it was calling to you. You stood up grabbing your dress in your fists and made your way to the opposite edge of the clearing to where the river bed sat. The wind blew again beckoning you further and further to the edge almost like the wind it's self was pushing you.

"Funny seeing you here." Aziraphale jumped after tightening the rains on a sturdy branch and turned to see an old friend sat comfily on a fallen branch.

"Crowley!? What are you doing here?"

"I can ask you the same."

"I asked you first now I won't ask it again."

"I was sent here on a job. And you?"

"I was also sent here on a job..."

Unlike Aziraphale who obviously looked like an Angel trying to fit in. He was Dresses properly and cleanly.

Crowley dresses just like a demon would of he where trying to fit in. Dark colors and rouged yet sharp his hair was trimed and neat as well one might have mistaken him for royalty. the only diffrence where the shaded eye glasses that covered his eye's.

Crowley stood up from the branch and sauntered over to his friend. "And what job was that?"

Aziraphale nervously glanced over at the clearing before answering. "If you must know...I'm here protecting princess y/n from any stunts your side might try pulling while her father is ill."

"Really well then where IS the princess?"

"She's right overs th-" as Aziraphale turned to point you our he noticed you where in fact no longer in the spot you where once laying. "Princess? Y/n!?" Crowley gave a devilish grin before melting back to a snake and slithering his way into the clearing.

You had found yourself by the river unsure of what had beckoned you too it but you happily lifted your dress above your ankles allowing your feet to splash around in the more shallow end. Crowley had slithered down the hill towards the river.

His job was a simple one well something that should have been simple enough for him. He was tasked with killing you before you could be handed the throne.

But as his plan to do so unfolded it played out much more difficult than he anticipated.

You had hopped up on to a log that bridged the clearing and the daisy medow and made your way across it. Crowley followed suite preparing to bite you.

But before he could the log shifted causing you to lose your balance.

Crowley quickly caught your wrist and pulled you into him before jumping safetly on the other side as the other end of the log slid and fell into the river.

"Wow..." you looked up at him with a grin. "You must be my guardian Angel or something!"

Crowley froze when looking down at you. He had seen you yes but not like this. You had a wild excited look in your eyes and a wide smile that lit up your whole face. He blinked a few times taking you in.

"Quite...Quite the opposite actually..." He had loosened his hold on you allowing you to step away a bit. There was something about you that held Crowley in a sort of daze. You brushed your dress off and offered your hand to him.

"Well in any event you saved me...thank you kind sir." He quickly shook himself from the daze and took your hand and kissed your knuckles. "The pleasure is mine princess y/n?"

"Yes that is I...and you are...?"

Crowley opened his mouth to answer but someone across the stream did so for him.

"Crowley! Why thank heavens you found her!"

"Aziraphale! You know this man!?"

They both exchanged a look. "Yes he's...he's an old friend of mine...why don't we head back for that tea we spoke about earlier and perhaps check on your father?"

"How do you suppose i-"

Crowley quickly snapped and a black horse appered making it's way through the medow. "I'll have my trusty steed here give you a quick ride back to yours."

You smiled as Crowley helped lift you up on to the horse and walked it across the river.

Aziraphale shot him a look as he continued to the clearing with you. Aziraphale followed behind and quickly got the horses ready. "There you are my lady."

He lifted you off and set you gently back on the ground. "Thank you so much."

"My pleaser." You hopped onto your horse and awaited for aziraphale to acompany you.

"You go ahead miss I think I should catch up to my friend here."

"Alright but don't be long I'm sure my father would like to formally meet you."

Aziraphale nodded as you rode off and out of the woods. "Good bye princess I do hope to see you again!" Crowley yelled and waved after you.

Aziraphale then slapped his arm. "I don't known what you or your side is playing at Crowley but you stay away from her you hear me?"

He held his hands up defensivly. "Oh right what was I gonna do kill her?"

Aziraphale huffed. "I don't know what you had planed..." Aziraphale hopped onto his horse and shot Crowley another stern look before riding off.

Crowley watched in distess. Kiing a princess was one thing. Killing you would be a completely different thing.

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A Tale of Two Weddings: An Asgardian Affair

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Two of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part Twenty Two<<

A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.

Summary: Loki and Eva retire to their room for some well earned rest.

Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.

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Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

>>>18+ ONLY<<

As the party started to wind down Loki looked to his bride. "How are you holding up my love?"

Through half open eyes she replied "My Prince, I am so tired I feel like I could sleep for days. Is there any chance we can sneak back to our room and I can pass out in your arms?"

"We should be able to leave, but I'll need to pull the but she's a mortal card. Will you be ok with that?"

Leaning on his shoulder with eyes fast closing "yeah, please use that to whatever advantage you can this time" and she kissed his neck.

Stephen and Wanda had long since retired to their rooms for the evening. Thor was still carrying on with Fendral, Hogun and Volstagg.

Assisting her up and supporting her as she walked Loki bid the king and Queen good night due to his mortal bride needing sleep. They smiled and kissed them both and bid them good night. Frigga reminded them they were expected at the breakfast feast to thank all of the guests. Loki assured her they would be there, and helped Eva down the hall.

At the end of the hall to their room, Loki picked her up and cradled her in his arms. "My sweet prince, to what do I owe the honor of you carrying me?"

"I thought it was a Midgardian tradition to carry the wife over the threshold of their home? Is it not?  I planned on carrying you over every threshold we encounter."

"You are so very good to me. You learned the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, you learned some of my traditions before our wedding, you amaze me all the time. I hope that I will live up to your expectations."

As they neared the door he waved his hand and it opened and closed for them. Once inside he asked "My exhausted wife, I know you prefer to do things yourself, but I would like to just waive my hand and get us ready for bed. Would that be ok?"

"Yes my love it would be just fine this time." He  sat her on the side of the bed and in a blink they were ready. All of their things neatly put away crowns, swords and clothes. He was wearing just a pair of loose fitting shorts and she was in one of his shirts with just her panties on. Slipping under the silken sheets he pulled her to his side and wrapped his arms around her. "Loka," she said taking his hand and holding it up in the moonlight, "look how our skin compliments each other. I love you and always will until I am no more. You shall have to kill me to get rid of me." Turning their hands in the moonlight she was in awe of their rings glowing. "I keep thinking someone needs to pinch me, all of this is too good to be true, you, our marriage, plain old me now a princess of Asgard... it's all so surreal... I keep thinking it's a dream and I'm going to wake up alone in my room at the Sanctum. Owwww! Stop being so literal!" She lightly smacked his chest, eliciting a stifled giggle from him.

"My sweet, I know how you feel, and you're right it's very surreal, but I assure you we will not wake, as this is no dream, except mine come true, that now I can call you my wife." His long fingers drew light designs on her back as she relaxed against his body and they were soon sleeping.