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nano--raptor · 4 years ago

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Friends who laugh together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Biker & Bartender AU)

Words: 2340

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sex, oral sex, drug use, alcohol, cursing

A/N: This one was fun. Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club ongoing drunk drabbles with this anon prompt:

Bucky and reader smoking weed and having high giggly sex

I hope you like it anon! Thanks everyone for reading, and don’t take things too seriously!😘

Do not click ‘keep reading’ if you are under 18. Thank you.

You met Bucky at his place, 2:30 am, after he got off work at the bar. Walking into his garage, you made yourself at home, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge and plopping down onto the old couch. A few empty cans, a wrench, an ashtray and some darts sat on the table beside you. After cracking your beer and taking a sip, letting it linger on your tongue for a moment, you picked up one of the darts, twirling it in your fingers. The dartboard hung on the wall across from you, and you threw it, amused but not surprised when it missed its mark, piercing the drywall below the board.

"Oops," you giggled to yourself, taking another sip. A familiar rumbling soon started to grow louder, piercing the quiet of night. Then the garage door roared to life and slowly opened, as Bucky pulled into the driveway on his motorcycle. He smirked upon noticing you, already there waiting for him, and slowly rolled into the garage. He killed the engine and sat back, the door rolling closed behind him.

"Make yourself at home," he chided with a wink, kicking down the stand and swinging his leg over. He grabbed his own beer, pausing to examine the dart in the wall, then giving you a stern stare. You shrugged your shoulders, sipping your beer and feigning innocence. Bucky shook his head, sitting down beside you and sinking into the couch.

"Long night?" He nodded, taking a pull from the can and leaning his head back.

"Busy. But good tips tonight." He grinned, that lazy sideways grin that always made your stomach flip flop when he flashed it at you. He might be your best friend, but that didn’t mean you didn’t think he was sexy as hell.

"Well with you behind the bar, I can imagine." You bumped his shoulder playfully, sipping again and then picking up the wrench to wave playfully in front of his face. "You never put this away. You're gonna lose it." Bucky snatched the wrench from you, waving it back.

"I always know where this one is. And right now, it's right here." He leaned over you then, stretching across your lap to put it back on the side table, and you breathed him in, always loving when his scent surrounded you. "Here, where it belongs." Then he laughed, sitting back and smirking at you again before taking another long sip of his beer. You couldn't help but steal a glance at his throat, watching it move as he swallowed and having another sip of your own. Whew.

The two of you chatted about your day, you told him about your day at work and he told you about his. When Bucky got up to grab another beer, he stopped by his workbench, grabbing a small container from the shelf. He sat down again and pulled out supplies to roll a joint, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his fingers as you watched him. He licked the paper to seal it shut, catching your eye and smirking, and you felt heat rush to your face. He always caught you staring. He sat back and lit the joint, puffing on it, then taking a long pull and slowly exhaling, as if he was breathing out the stress and tension he carried from the day.

He offered it to you, and you accepted, holding his gaze as you raised it to your lips. Smoking took the edge off, you’d often meet Bucky after a shift to just chill and unwind from your day. Sometimes you’d chat, sometimes you’d just listen to music. Feeling the stress melt away was therapeutic.

The smoke swirled in the air as you passed the joint back and forth, until it was gone and you were feeling that familiar, comfortable high. Bucky finished off his beer and set the can down, then looked at you pointedly before slowly leaning in to kiss you. It was easy to fall into it, your hand coming up to cup the back of his neck, the taste of beer on his tongue. His hand was on your thigh and when the kiss broke, you couldn’t help the wave of giggles that started.

“Buck what are you doing!” Bucky sat back, grinning as if it was obvious.

“Kissing you.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I wanted to,” he said simply with a shrug.

“Is that all you want to do?” Bucky grinned, shaking his head and you couldn’t hold back your giggles. “You look fuckin’ adorable right now.”

“Adorable? That’s you darlin’. I’m not adorable, I'm… manly… and handsome.”

“Yeah okay Mr Manly Handsome,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes. “But I still think you’re adorable and you can’t change my mind.” Bucky’s eyes flashed then as she stood, suddenly picking you up, and you squealed as he tossed you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing!?”

“I wanna show you something.”

“Is it… your bed?” You laughed out loud at your own joke, clutching onto his shoulder and back as best you could.

“Maybe…” Bucky couldn’t hide the grin in his own voice as he carried you inside, definitely heading towards his room. Then he dropped you on the bed and you laughed again as you bounced, pillows bouncing off onto the floor.

“The pillows!” You reached over to swipe at one, trying to reach it, and squealed when you felt Bucky’s lips press against your skin, exposed from your shirt riding up. Then he was pushing it up further, crawling over your body, and your shirt was stuck awkwardly under your armpits, sliding up further to cover your face and you fell over on the bed, clutching Bucky’s arms.

“Buck I can’t see! Oh my god.” You couldn’t stop your giggles now as his lips brushed over your stomach, it tickled, and then he was shoving his head underneath your shirt. It had popped over yours as well and now you were staring at him as you both hid under your shirt.

“It’s a fort,” he grinned, before tracing his tongue over your breast along the edge of your bra.

“This is the worst fort ever!” You wrestled your shirt off all the way, then started tugging at his, not having much luck as he held you down to keep kissing and licking your skin. “Bucky! Take your clothes off!” You tried to roll him off of you, starting to call out about fairness as you were shedding clothes, but he hadn’t yet.

“Fine okay! Here,” he sat up on his knees and stripped his shirt off, his jeans hanging low on his hips, and he was a sight. “Happy now?” You nodded, biting your lip and trailing your eyes down his torso. Damn this boy and his beautiful body. You hummed, then voiced only half of your thought out loud.

“Ohhh, body…” Bucky raised an eyebrow, and you laughed again. “I mean, I like it! Damn, look at you!” You pushed him down on the bed then and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him, fumbling with the button on his jeans.. When you discovered that you wouldn’t be able to push them off, you moved your focus to your own, trying to be sexy for him while taking them off, but failing at that as well.

“Need a hand?” Bucky asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“No…” you pouted, finally freeing yourself from the confines of jeans. “But now it’s your turn.” Bucky obliged, stripping his pants off, and you practically drooled at the sight of him, hard and tight in his boxers. “Yeah Bucky,” you breathed, and then you were straddling him again, cupping his face and kissing him hard, rocking your hips against him and suddenly you were overcome with need. You didn’t even realize you were whimpering until his fingers were pushing your panties down, and he rolled you over, pulling them off and tossing them over his shoulder.

You were floating, eyes locked on his, and you could hear your heartbeat rushing in your ears. Bucky held your gaze, smirking, as he lowered himself between your legs and licked a stripe over your pussy, moaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet already.” You just whined again and wiggled your hips, trying to get more attention from him.

“Less talking,” you teased, reaching out to card your fingers through his hair. He dipped down again, curling his tongue against you, into you, over your clit, back and forth, and your grip tightened in his hair and he brought you closer to the edge. You started panting his name, wiggling underneath him, and he held you down with firm hands. You couldn’t help bucking your hips, arching your back and crying out as your orgasm quickly washed over you, warmth and tingles spreading through your entire body.

Collapsing back to the bed, you lay panting, and Bucky’s hand smoothed over your stomach while he pressed kisses and kitten licks to your throbbing heat. Then he turned his head, kissed the inside of your thigh… and blew a raspberry on your skin.

You shrieked, curling into a ball and nearly kneeing him in the chin in the process. Your shriek turned into laughter as he crawled over you, blowing raspberries over every part of your skin he could reach.

“Bucky! Bucky stop oh my god! What the fuck!” He laughed with you, crawling up to kiss your lips, and down your jaw to your neck, but now you were squirmy and ticklish and you tried to get away from him.

“Nuh uh, you come here beautiful,” he drawled, licking back up your throat to kiss your jaw and then your lips. You were finally able to catch your breath and you gazed up at him, his hooded eyes dark and sparkling as he leaned in to kiss you again. Then you grabbed his jaw and turned his head, licking a hot stripe over his cheek instead.

“Got you!!” His eyes flashed again and he grabbed your wrists, easily pinning them down with one hand. He held himself up with the other, then ground his hips down against yours. You couldn’t help but moan at the feel of him, the need for him flaring up in your belly again.

“Do you want it baby?” he teased. It was obvious that you did, but you stuck your tongue out, asking him the same question instead, though a little more breathlessly than you would have liked.

“Do you want it?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. You’re so gorgeous.” Then he was kissing you more tenderly, pushing his boxers down and lining himself up. He pushed into you with a groan and your head fell back, breathy moans falling from your own lips as he moved against you.

“Bucky… Bucky, oh my god.”

“Yeah baby, fuck you feel good.

“Yeah you do too. This is amazing…” Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, then slowly pulled out again, sending heat tingling through your body when he sank back in. You had to grab onto him, wrapping your arms around him, wrapping your legs around his waist, you felt like you were floating, like you were heading towards pure bliss and you never wanted it to stop.

Bucky picked up his pace, grunting softly into the crook of your neck and you were completely losing yourself in him, until you started mumbling.

“Fuck, bucky… fuck, oh god, oh god… fucky, fuck… I…” Bucky’s pace faltered and he snorted against your skin, and then you froze. Your brain felt sluggish in the best way, high from the weed and from Bucky surrounding you, all over you, until you realized what you’d said and burst out laughing.

“Buck!” you snorted, unable to control your laughter. “Your name rhymes with… with fuck!” He twitched inside you and you squealed again, still giggling as you held him tightly.

“You’re ridiculous,” Bucky said with a laugh, kissing your nose. “And fuckin’ adorable.” When your laughter died down some, you gazed up at him, his eyes crinkled with his grin, dark, filled with warmth and desire, hair falling around his face. He was beautiful.

“And you’re fuckin’ handsome, baby. Mister Handsome. As. Fuck.” You pulled his mouth down to yours and kissed him with a smile, feeling his own smile against yours, and you clenched around him, your grin turning devilish as he growled in response.

“Ohhhh darlin’. Now that feels fuckin’ amazing.” His head fell back and his eyes were closed as he started moving against you again, then he leaned forward until his lips found your skin, and he was kissing and nipping at your collarbones, your shoulders, your neck, thrusting harder, pushing deeper, as the pressure started to build.

“Yes, Bucky please, oh god yes!” Your cries rang out, nails digging into Bucky’s skin as he chased the end, and he angled his hips just enough that you started to see stars, that wave breaking and crashing wildly over you again. As you fluttered around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight, Bucky roared, fucking you through it until he was spilling inside you. You could feel every ripple of muscle beneath your hands, every flex against your skin, every pulse of him inside of you, and it was so fucking good that you almost whited out.

When he collapsed against you, panting, a sheen of sweat covering his body, you whimpered, wiggling against him, feeling completely blissed out, but also sensitive and tingly all over. Bucky rolled to his side, pulling you against him and nuzzling into your neck again.

“Baby you’re so good. You make me feel amazing…” He kissed your neck and pulled a blanket over the two of you, and you snuggled against him, trying to curl into him and much as you could.

“Mmm, thanks Bucky. My fucky Bucky, Mr manly, handsome and adorable.” Bucky snorted against your skin again, and the giggles overtook you both once again.

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hawksugarbaby · 4 years ago

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Todoroki x reader- one hell of a reunion

Smut

Chapter included: hair pulling, loud sex, implications of cuckolding

Todoroki watched amused knowing it didn't matter who fucked you best, he loved you, and you loved him, it had been obvious since first year. He watched you be carried off by Kirishima on his shoulder and you cupped your hands around your mouth "YOUR A CUCKOLD!" you shouted to the heterochromatic and he shook his head. So immature. "I GET TO GO NEXT YOU FUCKING EXTRA'S!" "Kaachan the world doesn't revolve around you!" "QUIET DEKU"

The boys were gathered around a table staring at your silhouette talking to your former teachers who were asking about your studies in university. The hero course was having a reunion, 10 years after they left to go off on their own, some had gone straight to setting up their own agencies, some going on to be sidekicks for more popular heroes but you? You were a special case. You never cared for becoming a hero, mostly just following the path laid out for you by your mother so you decided that before you stepped into the mould created for you, you would go to university and study (f/s) much to your mother's dismay so that you had something to fall back on if you decided hero work wasn't for you.

You had always been attentive in class, never missing a note or a class and used all your free time to study, you were as sweet as a Carmel apple and always had a childlike innocence around you but it seemed like too much to many of the 1-A boys, even midoriya was sceptical of your innocence. Which led all the boys to tonight, each one determined to discover the real you. The girls always seemed oblivious to how sickly your personality was assuming it was just a purity no one else possessed but the boys knew it was saccharine.

"She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips" kaminari took a swig off his spiked punch and all the boys nodded in agreement, well most of which. Todoroki didn't understand why everyone was so hung up on this, of course, you were the most gorgeous person in existence to him and your personality brought a liveliness to the room no one else could offer, so why did they want to discover if it was untrue? Why couldn't they let you just be sweet and innocent, honey voice and butterscotch smooth skin, you were so perfect. "Yeah, but how are any of us going to find that out?" Kirishima pondered and Mineta stepped into the conversation "didn't (y/n) have a huge crush on todoroki? Like unable to keep her eyes off him crush?"

The boys nodded remembering how often you had made conversation with him compared to the other boys and some scowled at the memory "but we don't know if she still does?" Kirishima added and midoriya cleared his throat grabbing the table's attention "your about to do some analysis shit aren't you" bakugo rolled his eyes and urged him on with his hand. "Sh-she's wearing red earrings and a silver necklace with red rubies in it the same as todoroki's hair, her dress is dark blue and silver like his hero costume and finally..." he pointed to your hand "she clearly has a shoto phone case and her ankle has a tattoo of a melting snowflake..."

The boys sat, stunned at Deku's analysis and todoroki turned a bright pink and drew his attention from you to the other boys at the table "I really don't want to be involved in this" he lied and a collective groan of annoyance was barely heard over the pulsing music "fine... but I have no idea what i'm doing so don't bla-" "just go you fucking lovesick puppy" bakugo pushed him forward and todoroki stumbled into the conversation with their old teachers.

You slowly turned to see him, your face slowly turning red from the unexpected intrusion of your longtime crush. "Ah! young todoroki, nice to see you join us!" all might grinned, his frail frame half the size of todoroki. "It's nice to see you too sir, I hope you're doing well," he said with a kind tone that made you swoon "hey todoroki, how's it going?" you asked hiding your nerves with a cheery tone, "i'm doing quite well, how are your studies going (y/n)?" he asked looking back to the table of boys who were staring intently at your conversation "they're going amazing! I never want to leave it's so fun and i'm learning so much" you gave a toothy grin and the boys at the table rolled their eyes not believing your desire to learn. "That's really good. I actually came over to ask if you wanted to dance?" he asked and pointed to the flashing dancefloor filled with students "wait you dance?" you giggled and he shrugged "not really but this punch is 100 per cent filled with alcohol" he chuckled and you chuckled waving goodbye to your teachers and getting swallowed in the crowd of dancing students.

At first, it was slightly awkward, neither of you sure how to approach each other but eventually you got more comfortable, the alcohol hitting your systems and the thumping music encouraging your bodies to move together "I never really took you as a reunions guy!" you shouted over the music "well there are some things I wanted to see again!" he shouted back, he gained some confidence twirling you so your back was facing him and he pulled you closer to him leaning into your shoulder "like what?" you grinned, grinding your ass against his crotch "mm, my dorm is looking pretty enticing right now?" he offered nibbling on the shell of your ear, he could see the boys watching with wide eyes and flushed faces out his peripherals and his hands travelled up your front resting just below the swell of your chest.

"Won't other people be living there?" you said reaching behind you to palm his hardening cock through his trousers making his face burn hotter than his flames "no, they scrapped the dorms once the league was disbanded, now they're all big empty buildings. But some of us asked to keep our rooms intact in case we need to do undercover work and can't stay in our homes" he explained and you nodded, swallowing thickly. His hot breath tickled your cheek and you span round wrapping one arm around his neck, the other continuing to palm his cock. "I see, and you just so happen to be one of those heroes?" you asked biting your lip, your eyes fell to his and he tilted your chin up looking at you with a soft smile but a deviousness glimmered in his lust glazed eyes "if you bite your lip one more time I'll bite it for you" he growled. His threatening words went straight to your throbbing cunt, his low voice making your stomach do flips.

"Let's check out that dorm room then huh?" you asked grabbing his collar and dragging him past the boy's table with an innocent wave. "I'll bring him back soon! I wanted to show todoroki something but I left it in my car" you fake pout and they slowly nod "and you need todoroki to go with you?" kaminari raised an eyebrow and tapped his foot "aw would you like to come too kaminari?" you teased glancing down for a split second before his mouth could open todoroki slammed the door open pushing you forward by the small of your back and a low growl urged you forward. "Sorry, maybe you'll take me up on that later" you shout "no she won't" todoroki argued and you left the building with a chuckle.

It was a good 5-minute walk to the UA dorms, the cold evening air flew through you and the lamplight glowed signalling moths to meet their burning demise. You opened the heavy door and you switched the unused lights on. The floorboards groaned and cobwebs lived in the corners stringing across the windows, the room smelled old and musky but the familiar memories of Christmas on the couch lived on as visions. He quickly led you to his room and opened the much more pristine door, his room was cleaner than the rest of the house and his bedsheets were folded neatly at the end of the bed. "Come here often?" you joked and he shrugged not fully understanding.

You didn't bother locking the door, no one else would be around anyway and you tugged the hem of his shirt "impatient are you?" he chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head throwing it in the corner. "Why would you ever think such a thing?" you gasped and stepped out of your dress kicking it near his shirt and you lay sprawled on his bed on your stomach "the fact you're already on the bed for me is a sure sign" he chuckled lowly and kneeled between your leg's rubbing you through your soaked panties "your dripping wet for me (y/n)," he said bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off his fingers. He made quick work of your underwear and rubbed your clit slowly making you groan, your hips bucked and he snickered "you're so desperate, you look so pretty all laid out for me like this" he complimented and you bit your lip squeezing your eyes shut burying your face in his pillow.

He spread your legs further and pushed 2 fingers into your sopping cunt. They slipped in easily but it was a tight fit, your sighs were swallowed by the pillow and he drank in the sight in front of him appreciating the art that was your body. He moved his calloused fingers quickly dragging his fingers along your walls and flicked his thumb over your clit. He left wet kisses along your spine and nibbled on the lobe of your ear, your whines raised in pitch as he moved his fingers faster inside your hole, your slick dripping down his hands and he groaned at the sight. He fisted his throbbing hard cock with his other hand each moan and whimper going straight to his dick "do you think you can handle a third baby girl?" he asked. You mewled savouring the sounds of your new nickname "no but do it anyway" you urged.

Your conflicting words made him hesitate but he slid a third finger into your soaked pussy. It was incredibly tight, his fingers stretched you out more than you thought and you cried your hands fisted the pillows and he moved his fingers agonizingly slow but his thumb circled your clit at incredible speed. "Holy shit todo i'm cumming" you screeched fucking yourself on his fingers as he pumped them slowly. you convulsed under him and came all over his fingers, a sight etched into his memory eternally. "Look at that" he chuckled sticking his fingers out in front of you to clean them off, you swirled your tongue around his digits tasting yourself as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

The tip of his erection blushed pink and gleamed with the beads of precum pearling at the tip "are you on the pill?" he asked and you nodded. He guided his throbbing cock into your pussy and he groaned feeling the warmth swallow his rational thought "holy fuck" he groaned staying still for a minute "are you okay todo?" you asked, turning your head to see him better "y-your just really warm 'nd you're so fucking tight" his words left goosebumps on your skin and you gripped the bedsheets "god, fuck please move todoroki I need you so much" you begged, tears welling in your eyes and black drips of mascara smeared on the pillow.

He calmed his shallow breathing and began thrusting at a relatively slow pace. His hands gripped your hair and pulled slightly "ah! Todoroki! F-fuck please go faster" you cried moaning loudly. All your highschool fantasies paled in comparison to what was happening. He sped up his thrusts keeping his grip on your hair and you moved your hips back fucking yourself on his cock while he thrust quickly. He pulled your hair and a carnal moan was ripped from you, he had to stop and use all his will not to cum right then and there. That sound. That moan. He caused that just by...

he yanked your hair and you cried out again, the sensation was thrilling, your chest being pulled up and hair being pulled, it hurt, your ribs and stomach burned but it felt so good having him pull you back with just his hand, strings of moans escaped your lips and he licked his lips "you like that?" he asked and your heaved breaths were interrupted with soft whines "yes fuck yes please fuck me harder todo" you pleaded and his eyes shot open. His grip on your hair tightened and he slammed his cock back into you, he tugged your hair straining your neck as he pounded ruthlessly into your soaking cunt. He wore a shit-eating smirk excited about this new discovery, he leaned forward pulling you back like your hair was a leash and whispered and your ear "I can't wait to tell the rest of the boys about how good I fucked you, they'll never even get to experience it" his words made you tremble the pleasure he inflicted in your body bubbling in your stomach, your juices dribbled down his cock.

"Oh I don't know, kaminari might take me up on the offer" you teased, sewing seeds of jealousy under his skin, he growled his grip on your hair tightening with a vicious glare. His dual coloured eyes nearly swallowed by his pupils and he angled his cock so he was hitting your g-spot. The sounds coming from you were lewder than anything he had imagined, your moans filled the dorms the squelching sounds and the skin slapping on skin echoed in a perfect rhythm. "You think kaminari could fuck you like this babygirl?" he snarled (yes) moving his other hand to your clit flicking his thumb over it quickly and you gasped followed by a mewl "NO! God fuck no todoroki no one can fuck me like you do!" you bit your lip holding back your moans "what did I say about you biting your lip" he growled and turned your neck forcefully capturing your lips in his.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth. The sensation of him pulling your hair, biting your lip, and slamming his hips against yours, fucking you so carelessly became too much and you erupted. A sinful moan fell from your lips and a pathetic whimper of his name hung on the tip of your tongue, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back the rest of your body fell forward, suspended by his hand grasping your hair as you came on his cock. His fingers collected some of your cum and he sucked the nectar from his fingers. You uttered a string of curses as he continued fucking himself into your overstimulated cunt.

He buried his length inside of you and released with a guttural moan shooting thick ropes of cum inside you. He stilled catching his breath before pulling out and tucking his flaccid cock back into his boxers. He looked at you fucked out on the bed and chuckled lowly "was that good (y/n)?" he said wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling you back once again. You purred and attempted a nod "i'm babygirl now sorry I don't know who (y/n) is" your scratchy voice cracked, throat raw from screaming and he smirked "mhm you fucked me so good" you continued and pointed to your dress. "Wait you want to go back to the party?" he asked looking at the raving lights of hall Gamma through his window "mhm" you confirmed and attempted to stand only to collapse back onto the floor "I don't know how much more "dancing" I'll be doing though" you chuckled.

He handed you your dress and panties then a thought crossed his mind and he snatched his panties back off of you. Stuffing them in his pocket. "Todoroki... I need those back" you emphasised the need showing off your red pussy dripping with your combined cum "no I don't think you do" he gave you a lopsided grin and zipped your dress back up for you "you have to go through the rest of the party like this" he said and you panicked "consider it a punishment for flirting with kaminari" he growled and picked you up hoisting you onto his back, not caring about how much mess got on his shirt, he could just cover the mess with his jacket when he got back.

He set you down when you reached the doors and put his arms through his suit jacket to hide the wet patch on his shirt. He helped you into the building no one paying attention to your entrance except the table of boys who had been waiting impatiently for an hour and a half. All fantasising about what you were doing with todoroki, each wishing it was them, all hiding their lap with their jackets. They looked you up and down sucking in a breath at the sight of your exasperated form, completely fucked out and hanging onto todoroki like he was life support, all eyes especially attracted to the white fluid trickling down your leg.

Todoroki set you on the booth seat with the rest of the table and you prayed they don't put the UV lights on you curled up and pulled your fur jacket over your legs so no one would see the mess under your dress. "None of you. Will ever be able to fuck me like that" you pointed to the boys who collectively smirked "that sounds like a challenge sweet cheeks" bakugo's hands popped singing his suit jacket. You sat up slowly and squinted your eyes sizing them up. "Bring it" you muttered and it was a race to get to you first.

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violetarks · 4 years ago

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Let Her In

Anime: My Hero Academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: After nine months of nothing, one of the two finally muster up the courage to speak to the other. But it's not what they were hoping to be said first.

Song: Let Me Love The Lonely — James Arthur

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Bakugou walked behind Kaminari and Kirishima, staring at the familiar halls he hadn't walked in for months.

Having to go to Mina's party was totally Kaminari's idea, saying it would be great getting the whole squad back together. Kirishima said that Bakugou didn't have to go and that he'd send his wishes along. But Bakugou agreed. He knee Y/N would be there.

Once they came towards Mina and Jirou's door, Bakuhou stared over his shoulder at the door numbered 29F. It was great having its key in his pile. That access to Y/N almost everyday. But having to give it back hurt more than anything.

He was hoping she'd come out of her door, maybe say 'hi' and ask how they were. Just anything to finally see her again.

"You guys made it!" Mina shouted excitedly, wrapping her arms around Kaminari and Kirishima's necks to pull them in for a hug, "I was worried you'd bail out last minute!"

Kaminari hugged her back with a scoff, "Wow, I can't believe you think of me as a flaker." He pulled away and placed his hand to his chest. "I'm wounded, dearest Mina, truly wounded."

Mina giggled with the two before glancing at Bakugou, who was turning his head from Y/N's apartment door. She stopped before walking towards him. She looked a bit conflicted before holding out a fist.

"It's nice to see you, Bakugou." She said quieter, other hand behind her back, "It's been too long."

The last time she saw him was during that night all those months ago. The shouting had stopped and Jirou and Mina got worried. They'd never attack each other physically. They knew that.

But they opened their door, standing in the doorway for several moments. They heard hushed words and such, meaning that Bakugou and Y/N were now talking normally. Bakugou closed the door behind him and met face to face with Mina and Jirou.

The girls looked a little worried. Bakugou gulped before letting go of the door handle. He asked the two girls to look after Y/N. That's when they knew something was going on. The next day, they went over and Y/N confirmed it, crying in her living room.

"Right." Bakugou said, pressing his fist against hers.

She smiled before walking into the apartment, dragging the boys in with her. "Well, feel free to hang out! All of our UA class is in here." She stated, gesturing to their past classmates, "Please don't start any fights, Bakugou. Midoriya just wants to catch up with everyone."

Bakugou rolled his eyes as Mina went with Kaminari to greet Jirou again. He was left with Kirishima, who was passing him a can of some drink. He popped it open and leaned against the wall with Kirishima. He was scanning the room.

"You gonna' talk to her?" Kirishima asked, staring down at the silver top.

"Why should I?" Bakugou replied, sipping his drink again. He looked away from him. "It's been so fucking long, what would I say?"

Kirishima shook his head and tilted it to the left. "You guys don't have to start from scratch." He reminded Bakugou, twirling the soda he had, "You have known Y/N for ages, she's still the same person."

"You don't know that." Bakugou scowled, rolling his eyes at Kirishima.

"Then you should find out." Kirishima huffed back, standing up straighter and placing his drink down on a nearby table. "She's over there. With Sero, Tsu and Todoroki."

Bakugou nearly choked on his drink when he looked in the direction he pointed at. There Y/N was, in a beautiful dress he hadn't seen before, laughing at something Sero said. But it was different.

She wasn't laughing like she normally would. By the face she was making, Bakugou could tell that she had heard that joke Sero was saying all before. She was being polite, trying to fit in.

Bakugou would be doing that as well, if Kaminari and Kirishima's jokes weren't utter shit.

The look Y/N made when she stared down at her drink. That's the face she makes when she feels alone. Or that she was misplaced.

Fuck, did he feel like that too.

Bakugou clenched his can before Kirishima warned him not to blow anything up. He placed the drink down on the table before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You should go talk to her." Kirishima offered, shrugging his shoeuldsrs like it was literally nothing, "I'm sure she'll hear you out."

Bakugou took a step forward towards Y/N. But his leg jerked back. He didn't want to, or he just couldn't do it. No matter how much he wanted to hold her close to him, his mind made him stop.

Where was her ring?

"I need to piss." He said, walking off and ignoring Kirishima's calls to stop.

He locked himself in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and glaring at himself in the reflection. His eyes flicked everywhere and he couldn't think straight.

Maybe he was wrong, Y/N was wearing her ring. She said she'd wait and she would. Y/N said no matter what, that she would be here for Bakugou and always love him.

She got tired of waiting, didn't she?

"Excuse me?" A voice called out from the other side of the door, "Is anyone in there?"

Bakugou quickly inhaled, wiping his face and trying to get himself into the right mindset. He couldn't talk to Y/N if he was a mess like this.

He opened the door to be met with Shoji, who looked back at him curiously. "Are you okay, Bakugou?" He asks through one of his tentacles.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, moving around the taller man. "Of fucking course, leave me alone." He said sourly, making Shoji sigh and walk into the bathroom.

As Bakugou walked down the hall into the area everyone was in, he immediately noticed the H/C-haired girl walking towards the door, waving at two of their past classmates.

She was leaving the apartment. Why? Why was she leaving?

All Bakugou knew was that he was now following her to the door that she just shut.

As his fingers grazed the handle, his wrist was tugged back by someone else. Bakugou blinked before looking at the person.

"Don't hurt her." Jirou said lowly, glaring at Bakugou. She tightened his grip on his wrist. "She worked hard to get better. If you so much as make her scared, I will not hesitate to kick you out of this complex myself."

Unlike Mina, Jirou wasn't as forgiving. Jirou was the first to realise that Y/N was definitely not okay, and she had stuck around with Mina long enough to find out how much he meant to her.

Jirou discouraged wearing the ring.

She told Y/N that she needed to get her mind off of him, give it some time to overthink it all. Y/N had said she wanted to keep it on to remember his promise to come back. She was always optimistic about him.

Jirou would sit next to her as she watched Bakugou's newest villain bust on the news. She noticed how Y/N furrowed her brows and leaned into her pillow as Bakugou talked with the interviewer. She'll admit, Bakugou seemed more intense and snappy. Maybe that's why Y/N got worried.

He was changing. And so was his attitude.

Bakugou squinted at Jirou. "I need to talk to her." He stated, voice still gruff.

"I know. I know, Bakugou." She replied, holding her breath for a second. She let go of his wrist. "But you need to understand that she's suffered so much. All these months and she still checks the news to see what you're up to. I don't know if this is what she needs right now."

Bakugou bit his lip. He then stood up straight, opening the door. "I'll make it better. Just keep those assholes distracted." He told her, shutting the door behind him.

He was face to face with Y/N's apartment. Apartment door, that is. He hasn't been this nervous since the first time he waited for her outside her dorm, ready for their first date.

She opened the door and joked that he seemed as stiff as old metal. He rolled his eyes and said she was still annoying.

He placed a fist against the door and knocked, quietly. A part of him hoped that she wouldn't answer, or say she was busy already. But when he heard her voice, his nervousness grew.

"Come in!" Y/N shouted from the other side of the door, "It's unlocked!"

Bakugou took it upon himself to push the door open. The light shone across his face. It all looked the same. The couch and the blankets that rested on top of it, the TV turned off with the remote on the table. The kitchen was organised like how he showed her how, and the dining table still had flowers in the small vase in the middle. Y/N said it added something cute to dinner, as if Bakugou himself wasn't enough.

Y/N was pulling the cake box out from the hidden spot in the pantry, somewhere that Mina wouldn't find it. Jirou said she knew all the places in their shared apartment, so Y/N needed to find one in here. This was the place where she hid small gifts she had for Bakugou.

"Sorry, Kyoka, give me a second." Y/N said, setting the box on the table and opening the top, "I need to make sure the cake hasn't tipped or anything."

While she was distracted, Bakugou closed the door behind him and slowly took steps forward. He was being careful.

"Okay, we're good." Y/N sighed out happily, closing the box again. She leaned to the side, tilting her head. Bakugou stood a few feet behind her now. "I think Mina will like this. She said she's been craving a whole lot of strawberries and whipped cream."

The door swung open, revealing Sero with a small smile. "Hey, Y/N, Jirou wants me to grab the cake. She said you were busy." He stated, waving at Bakugou.

"Oh, sure, but she's right—" She turned around with a smile on her face. It fell when her eyes landed on Bakugou. She inhaled slowly.

"Katsuki." She mumbled, clenching her fingers around the skirt she was wearing. She took hold of the box and gave it to Sero. "Uh... Please, take this and tell Mina that I'll be a moment. Start without us."

Sero nodded his head, feeling the cold atmosphere around them before leaving.

"Is there something..." Y/N began.

She stopped talking. She shut her mouth. Y/N wanted Bakugou to figure out what to say. He needed to in order for this to keep going.

Bakugou stared at her. She was the same. Well, she looked the same. And that made him even more nervous. Because maybe she would think he was the same, that he hadn't changed. That he still couldn't say it.

Y/N expected him to come closer, take her hands and admit his love for her. Just like she did before asking him out on their first date. She just wanted him to say it. Please.

Bakugou did take a few more steps closer. They were now an arm's width apart. Y/N held her breath again.

Bakugou kneeled down. Y/N widened her eyes.

When Bakugou's forehead grazed the ground, he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry for everything." He said softly, staying still in the apologetic position, "Especially that night. I should've said 'sorry' right then and there. I'm sorry for leaving you."

Y/N stared at him for a while. She then smiled a bit, blinking with her stinging eyes before breathing in. She looked away and then knelt down, pressing a hand against his shoulder. Bakugou tensed up.

"It's okay, Katsuki." She sighed out, brushing her thumb over his jacket, "I've already forgiven you. A long time ago."

I've had nine months to think about it.

Bakugou sat up on his knees, staring at her. She was squatting in front of him. He hadn't been this close to her in ages. And he was apologising, she was forgiving him.

But she seemed disappointed.

She stood up and smoothed out her skirt, walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Bakugou shouted out, standing up straight, "Where are you going? That's it?"

She furrowed her brows as she looked back to him. Y/N hummed, "What do you mean, Katsuki?"

"I mean that you just..." Bakugou huffed back, running a hand through his blonde spiky hair, "That's all we're doing? Nothing else? The first time we've talked in months and—"

"And the first thing you said was 'sorry' for something I had forgotten about until you brought it up." She interrupted, shrugging her shoulders. She gave a grin, but it seemed sympathetic or... something. "Katsuki, you know what you have to say. But that's what you opened up with."

Okay, maybe Bakugou didn't think this through correctly.

"I get that you're still upset about the things that have happened and I appreciate your apology and accept it." She says. She's fully turned to him, hands behind her back. "But that's not what's going to get it back to how we were."

Bakugou clenched his fists. He called out, "I'm trying to fix this!"

"You're doing it wrong." Y/N told him, shaking her head with knitted brows.

"I don't fucking know how to fix it!" He claimed, waving his hands around like a maniac. He was going insane.

But Y/N marched towards him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down. They were at eye-level now.

"Yes you do, Katsuki. You know exactly how to fix this. It all depends on you."

Bakugou let out a small breath. It was quick, but long enough for Y/N to look away and let go of him. She fixed herself up again and stared at the floor.

"Any progress?" She asked quietly, fumbling with her fingers. Bakugou hated the fact that she wasn't wearing the ring that promised their relationship. He noticed it when he walked in. That it was gone from her hand.

"Have you given up already?" He questioned instead. His voice was icy and sharp.

"Have you?" She replied, tilting her head as she gazed up to him.

"No." He states confidently, clenching his fists at his hips, "But... you have, haven't you? You got sick of waiting?"

Y/N squinted at him for a while before leaning against the arm of the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I hate it." She spat out.

Bakugou shifted in his spot.

"I hate that it's nearly been a year and this is the first time we're talking. The first time and the first thing you say is... 'sorry' for something I freaking forgot about..." She told him, glaring at her shoes, "We should've tried to contact each other earlier. This would've been so much easier for us. God."

Bakugou stepped forward. "What the Hell does that mean?" He grumbles, jaw fixed.

"You want to know if I've given up?"

"Yes."

She darted her eyes away from him before tugging the collar of her dress. She pulled the necklace from underneath. There was a small chain. And wrapped at the tip on the bottom, the ring.

"I haven't." She said. She lifted her shoulders.

"Katsuki, it's been so long and I... I still want you to come back. You said you'd marry me. You can't back out of that. But you're..."

She rubbed the back of her neck. She felt tingly just standing near him.

"You're scared, Katsuki."

Bakugou could only stare at her.

"It's been so fucking lonely here without you, Katsuki." Y/N chuckled, dropping the necklace onto her chest. She covered her eyes with her hand, smiling at the ceiling. "Seeing you in my apartment is bringing back memories I don't know should be back."

Bakugou was like that one thing you couldn't quite place. It's because he fit everywhere. He was always in her memories. He was that one reoccurring thing. No matter what, she'd always remember him.

"I love you, Katsuki. I have for years now." She said, tears running down her cheeks. They dropped onto her lap. "If you actually love me back, just say it so we can get back together."

She was upset. She was breaking down right in front of him. "I fucking hate this." She calimed, wiping her eyes slowly, "I hate that we can't kiss each other or hold hands — I hate to put this ring on a chain because I kept staring at it on my finger."

She huffed, rubbing her tears away and looking at... really, nothing. Bakugou was there. His eyes were terrified and he didn't know what to do. He hated seeing her cry and wanted to make her stop. But his boy wouldn't move at all. He was frozen under her unreal gaze.

"I hate waiting for you." She cried out, only more water rushing down her cheeks, "I just... I just want this to be over. I want you back. I want to hear you say it. Katsuki, I don't know how much longer I can wait for you. I've tried so hard, I really have — it's hurting me too much..."

Bakugou took once step forward. Just one small step.

"But... shit, Katsuki." She mumbled out quietly, now playing with her fingers, "In simple terms, I just don't want to have to wait. So just leave."

"What?" Bakugou whispered out.

"Tell me that you can't love me." Y/N ordered him, standing up now and grasping at her skirt, "Tell me that you have other things to focus on and I'll just hold you back."

Bakugou lifted his shoulders and shouted, "Why the fuck would I say that?"

It rang in the cold air of Y/N's apartment. She panted, trying to calm her nerves and her breathing. His voice.

She sighed, tears falling off her chin and onto her wooden floors, "It's either I keep waiting and breaking, or you go away. Because if you can't tell me you love me, in this moment, then I don't think anymore years will be enough for us."

Bakugou shook his head.

Y/N softly smiled.

"Just tell me that you don't love me."

Bakugou rushed forward and dragged her into a crushing embrace. His arms trapped Y/N inside, in next to his chest. Y/N widened her eyes, gulping twice before feeling him begin to rub her back.

"I... love you." He said.

She started crying with her breath breaking into pieces.

"I love you." He said.

Bakugou fell to the ground with her on his lap.

"I love you." He said.

Y/N gripped the jacket he was wearing, crying into his chest.

Bakugou dug his nose into her shoulder.

He had her again, in his embrace and as close as ever. She still felt the same. Still warm and soft in his arms. Still smelling of that body wash she let him use sometimes. Still wrapping her arms around his waist because it was her favourite spot to hold him. Still here. With him.

"I should've said it from the start." He sighed out, feeling her tears dampening his t-shirt. It was stupid that it took him this long. That he thought proposing was his way of saying 'I love you', instead of using his voice. "I should've just told you that I didn't think I suited this whole love thing. That I felt like a fucking idiot for being so... so in love with you. That I didn't deserve this. Deserve you."

Y/N held him closer. He still used that cologne he wore on their dates.

"I'm sorry for the long wait, Y/N." He said, still rubbing her back. She still sunk into him every time he did that. "I've always known that I love you. Just couldn't say it because... who am I to steal you away? Nobody has ever waited for me to open up, not like you. And I'm so fucking lucky for that."

Y/N sat on his lap, trying to calm down her breaths and stop her crying. Her face against his chest and her forehead leaning to the side of his. The closest they've been in months. She had him. And she still loves him.

"I love you too, Katsuki."

It sounded different this time. Bakugou felt these words differently.

Kirishima later found them just holding each other in the middle of Y/N's apartment. Bakugou glared at him and shooed him off, Y/N only smiling at Kirishima. The party was over and the seven of the infamous Bakusquad were to catch up. Y/N and Bakugou walked back to Mina and Jirou's apartment, hand in hand, one of them wearing a familiar band on one of their left fingers.

Although they were together again, they had things to work out.

Skip to years later. Y/N and Bakugou had reconnected. Mina, instead of being 21 like that night, was now 23-years-old. Two years later.

Y/N shifted in her sleep. She was dreaming about something ridiculous that she'd definitely want to tell Bakugou when she woke up. The man behind her held her closer, pressing light kisses against the back of her neck. She hummed back, slowly waking up.

She blinked. It was still a little dark. The sun was rising for the morning. Y/N turned around, feeling the arms around her shift as she did. She smiled at the person next to her, pressing kisses to his neck in return.

"Good morning." She mumbled, allowing herself to be snuggled against the body, "How long have you been up for?"

"Only about ten minutes." He responds, rubbing her shoulders, "You still kick in your sleep sometimes."

"Sorry." She giggled, pressing apology kisses to his collarbone, "I'll help with breakfast to make up for it."

Bakugou smiled. She hadn't changed at all. Of course. He was glad.

"Fine, as long as you don't burn yourself." He said, pulling her closer.

"Katsuki, you're gonna' suffocate me." She mumbled into his chest, still holding onto him.

Bakugou kissed her lips slowly. And again. And again.

"I have to make up for the time we lost." He told her, pulling away for a moment as she brushed her thumb over his jawline, "I'll love the lonely out of you."

Y/N still couldn't get over it. Hearing him say 'love' like this. It was enchanting.

She kissed him once more. "That sounds like a good idea."

On her back, Bakugou spun the band around his finger a few times. A habit he picked up from Y/N.

The woman he loved.

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Happy (belated) Mother's Day! Book: TNA Warning: THIS IS PURE SELF-INDULGENCE! I decided to take some time and a) make Sam Dalton lovely and b) not kill off a certain handsome king; but fair warning, this is filled with fluffity-fluff-fluff with smidges of angst; discussion of infertility and maternal loss Song Inspiration: "We Thought You'd Be Here" by Wes King A/N: This is part of the Schuyler-Dalton Chronicles (Check out "Once... Always..." the mini-series that started it all); the characters belong to Pixelberry; I stole a quote from one of the greatest Christmas movies of all time 🎄; I am not perfect: I take full responsibility for all of my spelling and grammatical mistakes; I'm hoping you can ignore them and enjoy the story! 💗

Before the brilliant rays of the Sunday morning sun could greet the New York City skyline, Brynn stares aimlessly at the vaulted ceiling of the master suite. Although she physically craves rest, the clattering commotion of her congested thoughts keep her restless and exhausted.

Frustrated with her inability to calm her nerves, she quietly crawls out of bed, being careful not to disturb her peacefully sleeping husband. She retrieves his discarded pinstripe button-up shirt from the floor, and wraps it around her exposed body. After snatching her phone from the nightstand, she tip-toes cautiously across the wooden floor to the ensuite bathroom.

Staring at her abdomen in the mirror, the all-too-familiar excitement laced with sheer dread latches heavily onto her heart. Her breathing labors, loudly thundering in her ears; a sour uneasiness pours through her nerves, settling on her queasy stomach. She tenderly cradles her belly. Her fingers brush across the flattened contours of her healthy physique until they rest curiously on two tiny, flesh-colored scars: the remnants of a pregnancy that simply wasn't meant to be.

"Are you there, little one?" She whispers hopefully. She endearingly hugs her tummy once more fighting back tears from the painful emptiness she has felt many times before.

But, maybe this time was different.

Brynn turns to her digital calendar to ensure that this wasn't in vain, that there was a reason she was doing this today of all days.

She clicks her tongue on the side of her mouth. "The first day… that was the third," she mumbles to herself, "which makes today... one, two, three, ah! Four days late."

She fills a crystal tumbler with water before locking herself into their opulent water closet. Taking one last massive swallow of the room temperature fluid, she tears into the bright pink box. Without giving it another thought, she tosses the printed directions and plastic wrappers into the wastebasket as she places the apparatus between her legs. She knows the routine; this is far from her first pregnancy test.

Before Sam and Brynn married four years ago, the discussion of having more children created much discord between the couple. Entering his forties, Sam was satisfied with having just his twin boys, Mickey and Mason. They were growing older with flourishing social and academic schedules; keeping up with them alone was challenging. Sam's line of work wasn't slowing down anytime soon, especially with the couple's meditated decision to buy out their shares from Dalton Enterprises to start their own company projected during their first year of marriage.

Brynn was still youthful, ending her twenties by becoming a Dalton with her childhood dreams still intact: getting married and starting a family. She adored Sam's boys, quickly and naturally claiming them as her own; but, a large part of her desire was to become a mom biologically, to carry a child created by her and her beloved.

After experiencing a tragic ectopic pregnancy early in their relationship that almost cost Brynn's life, Sam's heart softened to the idea of having another child. He saw the depth of Brynn's broken heart; he felt the depth of his own humanity, facing the possibility of losing the love of his life. Again.

Somehow having the last word about the size of their family didn't matter to Sam anymore. Conceiving would be difficult, but they agreed to cherish the journey together, whether the family expanded or not.

The shattering of crystal startles Sam awake. With one eye peeking open, he inspects the empty disheveled sheets on Brynn's side of the bed.

"Brynn?" he gruffly calls out as he reaches for his eyeglasses on his nightstand. Listening fervently into the silence, he hears a muffled whimper. Throwing on a pair of heather-gray sweatpants, he investigates the tinkering of something sharp being scraped on the floor from the bathroom.

"Babe?"

'"I'm fine--" her voice is dampened by the door. And her tears.

"Brynn baby," he softly knocks. Opening the door to the small area, he reveals his kneeling wife with shards of glass splayed all over the floor. On closer inspection, she's attempting to clean up the mess with her bare hands. "Oh my God--"

"I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz. I-I-I know it was your favorite--" she stutters through her sniffles.

"Baby!" he grabs her wrists, forcing her to drop the broken pieces. "Stop-stop-stop. You're bleeding."

"I'm fine--"

"Come here." Sam grips his wife's arm snuggly, pulling her into a stand before tucking her petite body into an embrace. Pressing his lips against her hairline, he reaches down with his arm, lifting her body into a cradle-hold against his chest.

Sitting her on the sink, he quickly inspects her feet, ensuring no glass had blindly infiltrated her skin.

"I'm sorry--" she silently offers, wiping away the wetness in her eyes.

'Stop," he brushes a wisp of her hair behind her ear. He leans closely towards her, desperately wanting to dive into her stormy blues; but, her eyes stay trained on her hands.

Sam takes her injured hands in his palms, and gingerly rinses them in the sink. After allowing the water to run clear, he finally breaks the pained silenced.

"Was it negative?"

"I-I just needed a sip of water to take some Tylenol, and-and--"

"Baby," he coddles her face, making her look at him. "Did you--did you think that you--? That we were--?"

Brynn drops her head as rivers from her eyes roll down her cheeks. Sam delicately wraps her in a tight hold, peppering her sweetly with kisses.

"I thought for certain," she sniffles. "I was so shocked when nothing popped up on the test that I dropped the tumbler." She sarcastically chuckles through the sadness to herself. "And I thought it would be so sweet to find out today--today of all days. It sounded like a fairy tale, but it's now turning out more like a nightmare." She buries her face into Sam's shoulder as he tightens his arms around her body.

"I think it’s time that we--” Sam lets out a sigh, “--make an appointment--"

"No." She breaks from his hold, turning to leave the room.

"Brynn."

She angrily twirls around to face her husband. "And what, Sam? We've made appointments. What could they possibly tell me that we don't already know?"

"Okay-okay-okay--" Sam stifles the budding fire. “Forget that I mentioned it.” He reaches for his wife, pulling her back assuredly against his chest. "Please don’t cry,” he whispers into her ear, his hands rubbing her back intimately. “I am your husband, your confident. I am in your corner. Always will be." He looks down, lifting her chin attentively to his eyes, a subtle smirk growing across his face. "You want the moon?"

Brynn chuckles through her sobs resting her hands on his bare chest.

Sam presses his lips to her forehead. "Just say the word," he quietly teases. He nibbles across her cheek, his voice becoming lower, huskier, "and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down--"

Brynn meets Sam's lips in a tender kiss. She slips her arms around his neck, tugging him in closely as their mouths entwine as one.

Pulling back to dance in his sultry chocolate eyes, Brynn casually twirls the wavy locks in the back of Sam's head.

"You are my moon, Samuel."

Sam presses his forehead to hers. "I love you. We'll work through this." Looking back into each other's eyes, he begins to trace small circles on her back.

"We always do," Brynn playfully kisses his nose. "I love you, too."

"Let's head back to bed," he suggests, holding Brynn tightly, escorting her backwards to the bed. "I have a feeling that two eleven-year-old stars in our galaxy have a special surprise for you later this morning."

*****

"Happy Mother's Day, Mom!"

Brynn pops one eye open to a brightly sunlit room, only to be met with two pairs of doting brown eyes crowding her weary face. She lets out a guttural yawn.

"Mmm… thank you, boys." Brynn turns over, pulling the down comforter over her head.

"The subject is still sleeping, but moving, Dr. Dalton!" Mason playfully speaks into his watch. "I think we have a heartbeat!"

"Can't be too sure, Mr. President," Mickey dramatically grabs Mason's arm, keeping in character. "I'm afraid we're going to have to shock her. Or amputate."

Brynn squeezes her eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep as she hides her snickers. She loves listening to the boys play, using their vivid and clever imaginations. Even though they were getting older and 'too cool' for some things, she's pleased to see their dreaming hasn't stopped.

"Charge to fourteen zillion. And-- clear!"

All of a sudden, the boys ambush Brynn, tickling her feet and pinching at her sides.

"No-no-no! Ah!" She yelps, her words caught up into her laughter. "You turkeys!" She breathes heavily as she inadvertently kicks her feet wildly.

"Stop--ohmygod--Sam! Please!" she beckons between snickers, "I can't breathe--"

"Very fine work, doctor!" Mason cackles.

"Thank you, Mr. President!" Mickey mimics his brother, continuing to jovially attack their stepmother with tickles.

"ENOUGH!" Brynn screams. She grabs Mickey by the arm, pulling him into her lap, and starts plastering sloppy kisses all over his face.

"Gross! Mom! No!" he screams in agony, all the while Brynn giggles with each goofy kiss.

"Eww!" sputters Mason as he starts to crawl off the bed.

"Oh, no you don't, mister!" Brynn grabs him by the ankle, gathering him in an embrace as she plants tender kisses on his cheeks.

After a few more minutes of laughter and slathering of kisses, Brynn feels the struggle dissipate in her arms, the boys now cuddling tightly to her body. She rests her cheeks on the tops of their heads, eliciting a gentle, satisfactory moan. Soaking in the moment, Brynn realizes the truth: she is a mom. She already has everything she has ever wanted wrapped up in two beautiful bouncing balls of energy.

As the boys share the plot of the game they were playing, she secretly savors the scent of their warm brandy curls, cherishing the soft texture of their waves against her skin.

My boys. The thought of a life without them terrifies her; though her heart longs to create and deliver a baby with Sam, she would never trade this unexpected, ready-made motherhood she inherited by becoming a Dalton. In her eyes, her family is already perfectly whole. She hopes that with time, her desire for a baby will be silenced.

"Boys?" Sam calls from the kitchen. "Where are my sous chefs? This fruit isn't going cut itself."

"Uh-oh," Mason lowers his voice, "we better go, Dr. Dalton."

"Roger that, Mr. President!" salutes Mickey before turning his attention to Brynn. "Stay right here, Mom. Mother's day is just getting started!"

"I hope it's fluffy with maple syrup on top!" Brynn singsongs as the boys bounce off of the bed. She gleefully tucks herself back under the weighted comforter, glowing from the beautiful moment she shared with her sons.

Moments later, the boys barrel around the corner, this time with Sam in tow, balancing a lap desk with an immaculate breakfast spread; but keeping with tradition, the spread is for everyone. Brynn refuses to eat in bed alone.

The delightful aroma of the feast teases their stepmom's senses, and she quickly steals a strawberry slice. She instantly starts dividing up the pancakes, the grilled sausage and scrambled eggs as all the Daltons climb into bed.

"Mickey, do you want some of this--" she stops mid-sentence, her attention being stolen. Her eyes focus on a white satin jewelry box, tied with a pale pink bow.

"What is this?" She curiously lifts up the box while Mickey and Mason beam with excitement.

"It's a new kind of tradition," Mason coyly answers.

Brynn, clearly touched by the gesture, turns to her husband who's relaxing on his elbow. "Did you know about this?" she whispers. "No gifts--"

Sam raises his hands in defense. "They really wanted to do this. They did this all on their own. Saved up their allowances--"

"Uncle Robin took us to the mall and helped us pick everything out," explains a humbled Mickey. "Can she open it now, Dad?"

"She's the mama," he chuckles, swiping a kiss against the back of her hand.

Brynn meticulously unties the bow and unfastens the delicate pieces of wrapping paper, revealing a simple white box. She takes a moment to soak up her sons' excitement, who are intently watching her.

Biting her bottom lip, she opens the lid, revealing a stunning, white gold charm bracelet, already hosting several ornate charms. Brynn's mouth falls open in shock while her eyes well with tears. Taking it as their cue, the boys crawl into her lap.

"You said you always wanted one growing up--"

"Yeah," interrupts Mickey, "so we thought we could make you a mom charm bracelet."

Taking a few breaths to find the right words, Brynn distraughtly looks to a grinning, elated Sam. She looks back to the boys before fixing her eyes back onto the thoughtful piece of jewelry.

"Here, Mom," Mason takes the chain, and loops it around her wrists to clasp it. "We've been practicing,'' he smiles.

"You're doing it wrong, Mase," whispers a slightly irritated Mickey.

"I am not," Mason huskily rebuttals.

"You are, too."

"Am not!"

Brynn pulls her wrist away as the twins begin to stick their tongues out at each other.

"Guys! C'mon--" chastises Sam as he takes over,, clasping the bracelet to his wife’s arm. "Don't ruin the moment."

"Sorry, Mom," the boys simultaneously apologize, giving Brynn heartfelt looks of remorse.

After squeezing them tightly and thanking them for the very thoughtful gift, Brynn continues to admire the charms they picked. Two identical charms in the shape of a boy silhouette and a tourmaline birthstone catch her attention first.

"'Michael Aaron' and 'Mason Alexander'." A large smile plants securely on her mouth as her fingers trace over the etching of their names.

She tinkers through a few more charms, including a soccer ball, a microscope and a stand mixer. She stops at a simple silver heart with the inscription 'November 18.'

"I thought this was a mom charm bracelet," Brynn jests. "Why is our wedding anniversary on here?"

"Because that's when you officially became our mom."

Unable to control her tears, Brynn pulls them onto her lap, rubbing their backs before caressing their heads in her hands. Sam leans over, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips again and again.

This is all she ever wanted; this was her childhood dream. This is her family.

The four Daltons quickly ate breakfast in bed, laughing at the irregular shapes of the pancakes and the random eggshell in the midst of their scramble.

"Well," Brynn finishes first, "in the spirit of new traditions, I'd like to start a new one now, too. But we have to clean up and get dressed."

"Really?" squeals Mickey.

"Cool! What is it?" inquires Mason.

Brynn shakes her head. "It's a surprise." She hands the boys their empty plates, giving them a knowing wink. They both eagerly grab the dishes, and hurry to clean up the kitchen.

"Should I be worried?" Brynn flashes a sweet smile to an inquisitive Sam.

"Trust me, baby."

***

"Happy Mother's Day, Mrs. Brynn--"

"Oh, Mr. Carter!" Brynn collects a stunning bouquet of lavender tulips from Dalton's longtime driver. She takes a quick sniff of their sweet fragrance, wrapping an arm around endearingly around the older man's neck. "These are lovely! Thank you so much!"

He graciously nods, adjusting his hat with a sweet smile.

"So, the farmer's market?"

"Yes sir--"

"And I have the second address pulled up and ready to go."

"Perfect. Thank you for doing this."

***

Brynn and Sam walk hand-in-hand through the aisles of vendors, the boys remaining close. She has a destination in mind, but Brynn refuses to rush such a lovely sunny Spring day with her special guys.

They make a pit stop to try a few samples of freshly cut mango and dragon fruit. The twins sweetly plead a case for a smore with homemade marshmallows and tempered chocolate.

They finally stumble upon a florist with a delectable selection of gorgeous bulbs and gathered creations.

"We're here, boys," Brynn announces with a big smile.

"You wanted flowers?" Mickey wrinkled up his nose, sharing a confused look with his brother.

"Well," Brynn squats next to her sons, "sorta. I want you two to pick out the biggest, most beautiful bouquet."

"'Biggest'?" echoes Mason. "And 'most beautiful'?"

"Yes," Brynn giggles, "I want the biggest and the most beautiful. When you're finished," she holds up her crossbody purse, "my treat."

Sam gingerly grabs hold of Brynn's elbow, holding her back from the flower search.

"You're up to something," his eyes darken, staring into her stormy grays. A corner of his mouth curls waiting for an answer.

Brynn captures his bottom lip in a tender tug. "Trust me," she whispers, pulling his lips back into hers. His hands naturally find the curves of her rear, massaging her lovingly. "C'mon," Brynn grabs Sam's hand, her fingers intimately lacing with his.

The twins did not disappoint. With the help of the florist, Mickey, true to form, picked out a beautiful bouquet of red, white and blue wildflowers, homage to his favorite football team. Mason was charmed by the long-stemmed sunflowers. He has a stunning arrangement of orange and yellow flowers amongst a cloud of babies' breath.

"Guys, these are absolutely perfect!" A glimmer and sparkle grow in Brynn's eyes as she investigates the colors and smells. "You two did wonderful!"

"Happy Mother's Day!" Proud of their work, Mickey and Mason offer their bouquets to Brynn, but she quickly waves them away.

"Hold them for me, please. We have one more stop to make."

***

Carter picks up the Daltons, and quickly takes a detour, leaving the city. The car remains silent from conversation; the gallop of the wheels plodding against the rubber road lull the boys into a nap. Brynn rests her head against Sam's broad chest. His strong arm wraps tightly around her shoulders, his cheek basking amongst her vibrant almond waves.

"Excuse me? Mr. And Mrs. Dalton? We're here."

Carter kindly opens the door for the family to exit to their new endeavor in the country. There is a brisk chill in the air, but nothing the bold sunshine couldn't cure. Instead of the familiar sounds of people shouting and horns honking, they were surrounded by birds chirping, grass whistling, and leaves gently clapping.

"Where are we, Mom?" whispers a nervous Mickey, the first to file out of the car.

Brynn bends over, kissing his head. "You'll see, baby. You'll see. Did you grab your flowers?"

Mickey nods, handing the other bouquet to Mason.

Sam climbs out of the car, instantly aware of his surroundings. "Um, sweetie," he motions with his finger for her to come closer. "You think they're ready for this?"

"They've been ready for this. Trust me." She touches her hand to his downcast face, offering a tender smile. "How about the boys and I go on ahead?"

Sam soaks in the nature around him as a sweet breeze lingers on his face. Grabbing Brynn's hand, he kisses it delicately before letting go with a squeeze. "Okay."

"C'mon, boys," she reaches out, taking the boys by the hand, "we've got someone to talk to."

They enter the iron gates, walking respectfully on the stony pavement. They wind around on the path, trees gracefully blooming above their heads. They finally come to a fork in their venture.

"Okay, you two," Brynn walks in front of them only to kneel down to stop them. "Do you know where we are?"

"A cemetary?"

"That's right, Mase--"

"So, there are dead people buried underneath us?" Mickey cautiously asks. “Cool.”

"They are buried here," explains Brynn, "but we aren't walking on top of them. Their bodies are marked by those big rocks with writings on them--"

"Headstones!"

"That's right, Mase. They're called headstones."

"Why did you want to bring us to a cemetery for Mother's day?" questions Mickey. "That seems weird."

Brynn chuckles pulling him into a tight embrace. "Cemeteries are a beautiful place to communicate with those who have already passed. Sometimes on special days, like birthdays or anniversaries--”

“Or Christmas!” interjects Mickey.

“‘Or Christmas,’ that’s right.” Brynn stands. “Those days can be sad and lonely for those of us still alive on earth because we miss them so much.” She begins to draw closer to a plot with a large white granite headstone. “Spending time with them where they are buried is a way to remember them and to show them that we still love them.”

“Do they, um, talk back?” nervously asks Mason.

Brynn smiles sweetly at her stepson, hugging him tighter as they continue their saunter. “I’d like to think so, but not in the way we expect them to. Like sometimes, it might be a familiar fragrance, or a familiar song. Something to remind us that they are looking down, watching us, loving us.” Brynn nods in the direction of the breathtaking, large stone. “Go ahead.”

The boys cautiously step towards the monument, laying their flowers on top of the glistening stone.

“Caroline Austin Dalton--” Mason reads out loud, tracing the etching carefully with his fingers.

“That’s mama, right, Mase?”

“I think so, Mick.” The brothers endearingly hold each other’s hands as their eyes focus on her name. Mason’s eyes begin to well with tears first. “I can barely remember her--”

“Me, too.” Mickey quickly turns to Brynn, motioning for her to come closer. “What do we say to her? You’re our Mom--”

“--and she is your mom, just in a different way.”

“How do we talk to her?” shrugs Mickey.

“How do you talk to me?” Brynn smiles warmly, pushing a curl out of Mickey’s face. “Just talk. Talk about your day. Your favorite food. Your soccer game on Thursday.”

The boys raise their eyebrows at each other before returning their gaze back to Brynn.

“Here. Let me show you.” Brynn crawls onto her knees, facing the memorial. She clears her throat. “Caroline? Your boys picked out the most beautiful flowers for you.” Brynn grabs Mason’s hand. “You’d be so proud of them. Mason here is a straight-A student. Loves science, and is quite the little baker.” Brynn wraps an arm around Mickey. “And your first born here loves to play sports, and has a very vivid imagination.”

Brynn clears her throat. “It’s now your turn,” she gently rubs their backs. “Don’t worry; if she is anything like me, she’s dying to have you talk to her. Go ahead.”

Mason steps forward, placing a sincere hand on the headstone. “That’s Brynn, Mama--”

“And she’s a really great Mom,” chimes in Mickey, “she was originally our nanny--”

Brynn slowly backs away, allowing the twins to talk. She casually glances to the side, and notices a man out of the corner of her eye, taking swig from a flask: her husband.

Brynn casually walks up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She kisses the exposed skin of his chest, her lips crawling up his neck to his stiff chin.

“Please don’t be mad at me for this.”

Sam chuckles, avoiding eye-contact. “Some warning would’ve been nice--”

“So you could stop me?”

“Touché.” Sam takes another sip of bourbon, drifting back into a silent watch over the boys.

Brynn tightens her embrace around her husband. Breathing a sigh of satisfaction, she listens to the sweet bursts of giggles amongst the conversation being held by the twins in the distance.

Sam grips tightly to Brynn’s body, his mouth attempting to form words. “They haven’t been here since--” he swallows thickly, “since that day. I always wanted to keep her memory alive and bring them here, I just...” his voice begins to wander.

“Sam?”

“Hrmm?” he glances back down into Brynn’s sparkly blue eyes.

“You’re allowed to miss her, too--”

“Brynn... I--”

“It’s okay, baby--”

Sam caresses Brynn’s cheek with the back of his hand. “I love you--”

“That’s not what this is about,” she kisses his hand away from her face.

Sam clings tightly to his wife, rubbing his hands up and down her back. Painful tears that he had been holding back for over nine years spill down his cheeks as the floodgates of emotions wash over his body. “You truly are the best thing that has happened to this family,” he purrs in between sniffles.

After a few minutes of holding each other tenderly, Sam joins the boys at the graveside. Sharing sweet memories amongst each other, Mickey and Mason find solace in their father’s lap.

Brynn discovers a nearby bench to watch and wait. Humbled and satisfied by the day that had started so terribly, she smiles brightly as her beautiful family spends time, savoring the precious stories of the past.

A sudden gust of wind barrels across Brynn's face. Drying the rushing rivers from her cheeks, her hair dances carefree in the tumbling breeze. Her eyes flutter close as she lays her hands on her abdomen.

"It's okay, little one," she sweetly hums, "but if you like laughing, and if you like living... and if you like dancing and dreaming," Brynn cradles her abdomen tightly, "we'll be waiting."

The afternoon sun seeks refuge into darkness; the street begins to illuminate with the buzzing of lamps and lightning bugs. The laughter dies down and the conversation quietly stops. Sam slowly rounds up the boys, guiding them back to Brynn.

“I think we’re ready to head back,” Sam suggests, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “Anymore surprises?” he chuckles, pecking his lips to hers.

The corners of her mouth curve. “You three go on ahead,” she playfully pats Sam’s rear. “I’ll be right behind you guys.”

Sam raises an eyebrow before nodding his head. Placing his hands on each boy's shoulder, they walk towards the car where Carter is dutifully waiting for them.

Brynn approaches Caroline’s tombstone, graciously sitting next to it. She casually traces over her name, imagining how excited she must’ve been the first time she signed her name 'Mrs. Dalton'--just like her. Brynn finally rests her hand on the cold stone, tears of joy recollecting in her eyes.

”You gave me everything I could’ve possibly wanted,” a sob hitches in her throat. “Thank you for making me a mom. It was never supposed to be like this,” she chuckles to herself. She looks over her shoulder, watching Sam load up their sons into the car. “God, it’s so much better than I could’ve ever imagined. I promise I'll take care of them--"

“Brynn?” Sam calls out from the distance. “Ready, baby?”

“--all three of them.”

***

"Goodnight, boys. We love you," Sam whispers to the boys as he closes their bedroom door.

Brynn's eyes twinkle at her handsome husband, his gaze falling deeply on hers. She effortlessly takes his hand, draping it around her shoulders, pressing her tired cheek against his chest. Kissing the top of her head, he escorts her to their room, switching off lamps along the way.

"I've got one more surprise for you," Sam growls as he shuts their door.

"Mmm…" Brynn begins to tug at his waistband. "I love these kind of surprises," her mouth gently presses into the side of his neck, her teeth gingerly nipping at his pulse point.

"Baby," Sam chuckles, his wandering fingers combing through her golden waves. "I, um--" he clears his throat, "I actually do have something I want to talk with you about."

"Oh?" Brynn suddenly cups her hand over her mouth. "Oh!" she sighs, "I know, I know. I probably should've at least told you about my plan of going out to Caroline's grave--"

"Baby, I--"

"It just made sense in my mind at the time," she interrupts. "I don't want our boys forgetting they have two mothers that love them very much--"

Sam raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin growing.

"What? Is it about the tumbler? I swear, I'll replace--"

"Brynn baby?" Sam takes ahold of both of her hands. "I love you," he places a sweet peck on her lips, "but shut up--" they start laughing at his words before he continues. "--now, come with me."

She follows him into the bathroom where he hands her a bottle of water.

"Wh--what's this about?" she furrows her brow.

"I was taking out the trash this morning after breakfast, and noticed your test--"

"Sam--"

"Your test, baby," he steps closer to her, holding it in his hands. "The box says it expired two years ago. I know you stockpile these things and keep them hidden." Brynn crosses her arms as her neck flushed with embarrassment. "Isn't there supposed to be some kind of line on it to show that the test is still okay to take?"

"A control line, yes. What's your point?"

"Brynn," his eyes pierce into hers, "yours doesn't have one." A playful grin crawls across his face. "And-and-and according to Google, you need one for the test to be even considered valid."

Brynn looks at the test, and realizes it's completely blank from any and all lines. She appreciates her husband's passion and agrees this is peculiar, but the point he is trying to make sounds way too good to be true. This isn't a movie or a fairy tale. And those lines fade after a test has been performed. Or do they?

"Brynn? Did you hear me?"

Brynn nods her head, biting her lip in deep thought. She wants to feel his excitement, but she can't be let down, not even just one more time. It had been the absolute perfect day with the absolute perfect family to where she is mom. Can she just end Mother's day feeling, well, like a mom?

"C'mon," he steals her water, popping the cap. "I bought a new test today while we were at the market--one that wasn't expired. Let's try again."

"Sam, no," she refuses to take the water back. "Besides, it's best to take it first thing in the morning--"

"So, what you're saying is that you want me to wake you up in a few hours to pee--"

"No, I'm saying let's drop it." Growing irritated, Brynn brushes past her husband and back into the bedroom.

Sam drags his fingers down his face. He follows suit, chasing after her. He reaches for her shoulder, but she dodges his touch.

"Brynn baby--"

"No--"

"Answer me this then," he bites back, "why did you take a test in the first place?"

Brynn freezes for a moment, staring at the ground. She doesn't want to argue, and she knows that her husband's questions come from a good place. They had always been open with one another; why not now?

"I thought I was." Brynn crosses her arms, blinking away tears.

Sam sits on the bed in front of her, looking tenderly at his bride. He grazes his finger tips up and down her hips until she finally looks down at him, drying her eyes.

"You might be, baby," he whispers, smiling into her gaze. "That was one test, one test that I'm pretty sure was bad."

Brynn casually combs Sam's waves back with her fingers, curling around his ear. Sam presses his nose to forearm, inhaling deeply the remnants of her floral perfume.

"For me?" Sam grazes his lips up her arm, finally resting them on her bare abdomen.

Touching his chin, Brynn tenderly nods.

***

Sam sits on the side of the garden tub, his elbows resting on his nervously bouncing knees.

After what seems like an eternity, Brynn emerges from the closet bathroom. Uncontrollable tears drench her red, blotchy face.

"Sam--?" her voice panics, her body shaking as she reaches for Sam.

Without missing a beat, he lovingly captures her in his arms. His hands intimately stroke her back as she sobs into his chest.

"Shh... baby. It's okay." Sam presses his lips into her hair, holding her close. "It’s going to be okay--"

"Sam--?" Brynn pulls away from Sam's chest, offering him the test as she cups her mouth.

Sam inquisitively takes the test from Brynn. And his eyes widen, shaking his head in disbelief. And he smiles.

“Happy Mother’s day, baby.”

*****

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years ago

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No way out...

Drinking with the gang.

That was supposed to be joyful one, isn't that right? One single moment where you just can say fuck the world and enjoy the least bit of sanity you're suppose to have while being a part of the league... well, now Paranormal Liberation Front.

At least the clothes and the condition of living were better than sharing a room in a dirty bar or just moving into abandoned buildings...

He wasn't someone who ever thought about getting lucky on this shit called life of his. Yet now he had some fucking food and a partner to just wrap his arm around their waist, and behind closed doors kiss amd fuck with all his heart content.

And it made it better when your morals happen to be similiar with his ones. You didn't gave two shits about Shigaraki's plans besides having a huge respect towards him... somehow.

He knew about how you lost your parents to heroes. Two people whose was only trying to provide for their kids only to be caught stealing food at the wrong moment and wrong place...

Despite all of his issues and yours. You two made a good match... and he was, dare he say, happy. More happier than he ever was.

Right now, on the middle of drinking your heads off, Toga and Twice had come up with a game. Throwing a fucking knife around and just hoping no one got actually hurt by it. Simple, if you catched the bottle without breaking it, you had to tell a story or just do something stupid.

Similiar to truth and dare but... a bit more spice on it.

"CATCH (Y/N)! OH SHIT DUCK!" Twice yelled and Dabi didn't even bothered to move as his arm continued on your shoulders as you merely lifted one of your fingers up and stopped the knife on mid air.

"Metallokinesis". Your quirk was quite an ordinary but by no means less useful.

"Buuuu you're no fun (Y/n)-chan!" Toga whined on her seat with a pout as you chuckled and rotted the knife on the air while swirling your finger along with it.

"Right right, as if I would be let to be stabbed here." You commented, giggling at the snort Dabi let out before you actually grabbed the knife "So, embarrassing thing or story of my life?"

"You just happen to be the second most mysterious one of this league excluding crusty over there." Spinner pointed with his can at Dabi "Say something about no one here knows."

"Huh..." you poked the tip of knife on your chin with a thoughtful expression before letting out a gasp.

"Found one aparently." Mr. Compress spike from his seat.

"Welp, guess it wouldn't hurt to it." You leaned more on Dabi as he sighed in content.

Neither his own blue flames could compare to the warm feeling you brought to his uncharacteristically cold soul.

"There was this one last time I saw my brother. He was such a dick, but he took care of me after my parents died so I own my life to him kinda of."

"Brother huh?" He opened of his turquoise eyes in amusement. You never mentioned about a brother even after everything you told him about your past, so that was new.

"Yep. He told me how to especially control my quirk-" you levitated the knife and made her twirl in the air "His quirk wasn't something useful sadly.. his hands turned into diamonds but for only what? Two minute s or less I guess. Yet he never stopped being a fighter and a trouble maker." You giggled.

"You're a magnet to shitty assholes. HE SOUNDED NICE!" Dabi only threw a half glare at Twice as Toga giggled.

"But back on. One time we were walking on the middle of the night, comminting some robberies to put at least a piece of bread on the table... but then we just happened to cross by the current number one hero himself!" You spoke on a venom tone who only made him snort. He could care two fucks about Enji yet it was fun to see how fucking pissed you are with the bastard.

"And he beat your brother's ass." Spinner spoke as you only took a sip form your own drink.

"He beat my and his ass." You let go of the drink "My brother just happened to pull me out of the way of his flames, he used his quirk to prevent a potential burn yet he got some scars outra of it."

Dabi suddenly tensed... he remembered one night he was doing his researches fro recruits... Usually you would go with him, but Shigaraki demanded your services for something else on that night...

"Scars?" Toga asked with a sick smile.

"Yeah. A burn that crossed from his jaw until the midsection of his nose and a deep cut that crossed his forehead to his lef cheek. Almost lost vision of one eye."

Memories clouded his mind... it was cold... his footsteps echoed on the empty streets before they come to a stop when he saw someone.

"He got burns all over his body yet his hands remained intact... probably because of his quirk sure."

The guy stared at him while he demanded to be on the league... the quirk wasn't useful to them... the man was cocky and didn't care about morals and didn't even gave him a reason to be there, just a "I need to."

"He was always a thick head. If he wanted something than he get it or got beaten up because of it... so when Endeavoyr fought him... he gave his best." You spike proudly as a shen of sweat started to appear on Dabi's forehead.

Doing a backflip after jumping and dodging one of his attacks he cursed and sended a huge wave of flames towards the man whose shouted curses at him.

"Then what happened?"

"Endeavour focused more on my brother as his sidekick chased me. My brother shouted at me to run that he would find me on our usual spot...then I made a run for it and attracted the sidekick far away from the fight to not cause my brother more trouble."

The guy was totally fucked up... laying on the concret as Dabi took one bar of metal from a trash can and stared down at him... the motherfucker made him loose a few of his stables so he had to fucking pay...

"Still alive I see..." he muttered in boredoom as a thunder echoed... rain drops appeared and fell on them as his victim's haw trembled yet his (E/c) remained that pathetic determined infuriated look.

"F-Fuck.. off..."

"Huh." he heated up with his quirk one part of the metal and pushed against the guy's chest as he steeped on him with one foot... enjoying hearing his screams of pain. "Not as confident as it looks huh..?

"I couldn't find him and honestly it was for the better. No deaths or prisons were notification so that's how I knew and know he is okay.." you smiled as Dabi clenched his hand on his leg as his breath quickened.

He tortured the man on that filfh and wet alley... the guy's was with closed eyes, whimpering yet his body still thought to stay alive...

"Last words scumbag?" He arched one of his eyebrows up as he had the burning hot piece of metal right on aim on where the human heart lived.

He gagged on his own blood and coughed... opening one of his beaten up eyes at the sky as he muttered something before Dabi pushed and kicked down the bar of metal... letting the man at least exhale his one last final breath...

"I met Dabi one week after and the rest you guys know." You leaned back in smugness as they clapped but furrowed your eyebrows when Dabi shuffled his arm away from you noticing how tense he was.

He now remembered... his last fucking word was a name... Your name.

Your brother died by his hands...

"I need a cigarette." Dabi muttered before leaving the room abruptly while everyone stared at him in a mix of worry and confusion.

"Is Dabs okay? gO CRY LIKE A LITTPE BITCH-!" You sighed at Twice's comment before using your quirk to threw the knife at Spinner who yelled when it got stuck on the wall he was leaving against at.

On the balcony Dabi exhaled shakily a cloud of nicotine as he stared at the sky with a regretful look... he killed a member of your family... one you cherished and hoped to see again and believed he was still out there... breathing.

"Never took you for the type to just leave a room to smoke baby." You hugged him from behind and he looked over his shoulder to see you smilling sweetly up at him...

Gosh he felt terrible... should he tell you or be selfish...?

"Hey... are you.. okay?" You started as you got by his side when he didn't teased you back for your comment.

He stared at the cigarette on his hand and sighed before flipping it out of his hand and watching it fall...

"Doll..." he sighed before giving you a one sided painful look "I'm... dammit." He scoffed, burying his half burned face on his forearms... feeling your gentle carres and hugs didn't bringed him any calm like before because he fucking knew what he had done...

"Hey.. whatever it is is okay my prince." You cupped his face on your hand and smiled up at him "Just tell me..."

He furrowed his eyebrows as a wind passed by... his indigo strays of hair flew as he stared in remorse at your face...

"What you told back there..." he sighed before looking away from you as your hand dropped and tugged on his own "(Y/n)... I am.. sorry."

"For what?" You giggled in astonishment "Dabs, it was not your fault my brother got into a fight with Enji! I'm going to find him again as soon as this hero society is collapsed." You smiled but soon it fell when Dabi only brushed his scarred hand on his face and looks as he looked at the city...

"Dabi?" You spike after a few minutes of silence before he muttered, shoulders hunched.

"Remember that night I came back to the bar and had almost half of my staples out? And when you shouted at me I said I killed the motive of me being all beaten up and we started dating?"

"Yeah it was when I admitted my feelings towards you dumbass. What's with it?" You nervously giggled

The way his turquoise eyes locked with you were what hurted you the most. It showed his true emotions... Fear, regret, sorrow... grief...

"Doll... you wont be meeting your brother anymore... he won't come back..." he managed to whisper but soon a shot in his heart was felt by the way your eyes widened...

You took a few steps away from him and he hissed mentally when he stepped closer to you and you only got more far away from him.

"No..." tears started to gather on your eyes as Dabi furrowed his eyebrows and extended his hand towards you only to widen his eyes when you used your quirk to move plataforms of metal to make an escape... far away from him.

He shouted your name when you jumped while using your quirk to get on the ground... running away from... everything as he tried to follow... ignoring the questions from his commurates.

He couldn't even find you since the heroes started to attack...

Hawks was a traitor. This didn't surprised him one bit...

Yet what caught him out of guard was the fact that both Twice and you were... killed.

Jin had at least made it to Toga to speak his last words to her... but you in favor of saving him, got the most hurt.

Couldn't even mutter a word to him as he held your limb body on his arms.

He was sad... but something more consumed him.

Anger. His wrath was enough to keep a smile on his face as he burned the wings of the responsible for his lover's death.

He was a bastard that deserved living on a personal hell... yet, he could at least keep alive to keep the promise of crushing this hero fake society and comply to his lover's words that always made him want to tear up.. but he couldn't due to his condition.

"I love your smile Dabi."

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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Cherry Pie

Little bit of ADA Carisi sexiness for my babes @detective-giggles

Warnings: Smut and stripper poles.

WC: 2253

Enjoy x

Sonny thought he knew everything about you, you had been his partner and crush since you both started at SVU the same year. You had been through a lot together and both having feelings for each other but too scared to admit it. He knew you were into fitness you always had been, but you could also inhale his ma's cannoli’s, have a burger and fries and go out drinking all in one day and just work out twice as hard the next. You used to do kick boxing with Nick, you helped Amanda get back into shape after the girls and you helped Liv find a personal trainer because you were too busy with work to do it for her.

Sonny walked back into your brown stone after walking Liv and Amanda to their cars after dinner and drinks at your place. You had everyone over to celebrate a big win that Sonny had in court that week. Sonny knew your brown stone well. You had inherited it from you grandparents. He had been there too many times to count over the years, even staying there for a week while his apartment was getting painted. He was there more often now he as ADA not seeing you as much during a working day now he was at 1 Hogan Place.

He knew the basement was you’re at home gym, but he never had the need nor had you ever taken him down there cause well you both never thought about it. He walked back in the door closing and locking it. When he heard music coming from down stairs. He walked along the hall to the door to the down stairs stair case, all the lights on. He could hear Kat murmuring just over the music. He started to make his way downstairs hearing "Cherry Pie" more clearly every step he took. As he got to the bottom steps seeing the space more clearly he almost chocked.

The basement was a massive space covered in blue soft mat flooring. The back corner had two punching bags hanging from the roof, next to the stairs in front of a roof to floor length mirror was a treadmill and exercise bike. Along the left hand wall, shelves of different trophies that you had won over the years and smack bang in the middle of the room two sliver stripper poles in front of the right hand wall that was all mirrored with some weights down the back corner.

Sonny's heart beat speed up when he seen you do a hand stand wrapping your legs around the pole and pulling your upper body up wrapping your hands around it so you were close to the roof. You spun around a couple of times sliding down slightly, then flipping back to place your hands on the floor, your t shirt falling showing off your belly, letting go of the pole with your legs and flipping over to stand.

"Carisi" you heard Kat say over the music. You looked over at Sonny his eyes wide and mouth opened as you stood up.

"When you think you know someone" Sonny chuckled stepping down off the step to look at the trophies "You’re a champion pole dancer" it was more a statement then a question.

"And a trainer" Kat butted in.

"Wait- what?" Sonny spun around looking at you "Where do you find the time?"

"I only train people for competitions or when annoying friends want classes" you looked over at Kat with a giggle "your bags there, don't forget it next time."

Kat walked down a bit picking up her bag and looking at her smart watch, "I better go, my Uber is here" Kat walk over and hugged you and high fived Sonny,

"Want me walk you out?"

"Na all good, thanks Sonny" Kat walked up the stairs two at a time and you heard the front door shut. You turned down the music slightly and grabbed a rag to wipe down the pole,

"How long have you been doing this?" Sonny made his way towards you.

"5 years" you smiled at him as you ran the rag down the pole.

"How didn't I know about this?" he scoffed putting his hands on his hips.

"You never asked Dominick. It's something an SVU Detective shouldn’t be broad casting anyway"

Sonny watched your hands making their way up and down the pole and shifted on his feet crossing his arms in front of himself,

"Show me" Sonny’s voice was husky.

"What?"

"Show me-please" Sonny half smiled.

You took some steps forward standing almost flush with him looking up into his crystal blue eyes.

"Is that what friends do?"

"Who said anything about friends?" Sonny lent down his lips meeting yours softly and briefly pulling away.

"After all these years you make a move after seeing me on the pole?" You raised an eye brow at him smirking. Sonny went all red reaching for the back of his neck rubbing it "I'm kidding Sonny" you placed your hands on his hips "It's about time" you stood on your tippy toes kissing him softly again. Sonny’s hands moved to rest on either side of your neck pulling you into him. The kiss deepened and you both stayed like that for a long moment before pulling away,

"How much do you want me to show you?" You purred.

"Show me everything ya got"

"Give me five minutes" you peaked his lips and bolted up the stairs.

Sonny scanned over the trophies trying to figure out how after all these years he didn't know about this when he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs and seen your legs before he seen the rest of you.

"I-wow" Sonny scanned your body.

As you walked down the stairs he seen your black short shorts with 3 frills on the leg hem two pink squinted material layered with a black. 3 pink buttons down both hips at the front and a pink squinted boob tube bra with black straps, your hair down around you and pink lip stick. You giggled and made your way over to him running your pointer finger a long his jaw kissing his chin before walking next to the stairs to grab a fold up chair and handing it to him. Sonny took it off you walking to the mirror and unfolding the chair and sitting down with his back to the mirror while you changed cd's on the player.

"My shoes are getting repaired, so I'll just have to show you without them" you looked over your shoulder as "Buttons" by the pussy-cat dolls filled the room. You made your way over to the pole and started a routine that you had won your last championship with.

Sonny had to remember to breathe. He watched on with eyes wide and mouth dropped open as he watched you flip, spin, twirl and he was shocked at how flexible you were with your leg splits. A couple of times you looked at him winking or smiling and he had to cross his legs so you didn't see his bulge in his pants. The song finish and you landed sliding down the pole to stand a big smile on your face,

"That was good" Sonny cleared his throat.

"Thank you. I won a champion ship with that" you titled your head to the side trying to look cute.

Sonny smirked and stood up making his way over to you wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you in. You could feel his hardness on your thigh.

"Was it that good Counselor?" You looked up at him through your eyelashes biting your bottom lip.

Sonny chuckled moving his hand behind your neck pulling your lips to his, pushing his hips into you. You let a hand run down between both your bodies cupping him through his pants giving him a slight squeeze. Sonny grunted into your mouth pulling away to get his breath,

"So if your my girlfriend" he gasped as you squeezed him lightly again "Do I get my own private shows?" He rolled his hips into your hand.

"Hmmm-only if you’re a good boy Dominick" you stood up on your tippy toes running your tongue along his bottom lip. You pulled back and winked at him.

You made quick work of undoing his belt buckle, button and zipper sinking to your knees pulling them down as you went. You were taken back at his long thick size and looked up at him smiling, his cheeks going slightly red.

You parted you lips taking him into your mouth, the heat pooling rapidly at your core feeling him on your tongue. Years of fantasies finally coming true. Sonny moaned threading a hand into your hair gently, his head dropping back, eyes shut as you worked on him with your mouth. Your tongue running up the underside to his tip licking around it, going back down to his base till he hit the back of your throat making your way back up again cheeks hollowed.

Sonny tugged your hair slightly and you pulled off with a pop, you went to open your mouth when he sunk to his knees putting his hands either side of your neck pulling you in for a deep needy kiss. Your hands on Sonny’s chest moved to his shirt buttons starting to undo them. He was grateful he lost his tie and vest hours ago. As you undone the last button you ran your hands up Sonny's stomach to his chest. He gasped in your mouth and pulled away sitting on his hunches,

"What's wrong?" You searched his face worried "Do you want to stop?"

"No" Sonny took a deep breath getting back up on his knees pulling you into him "I always wondered what it would like with you and I regret not making a move sooner" his lips crashed on yours his tongue darting in your mouth as you wrapped a hand around his length. Sonny rested his forehead to yours moaning as your hand ran up and down his length.

You pulled your head away and started to kiss down Sonny's neck. One of his hands threading into your hair the other resting on the exposed skin of your middle. As you got to Sonny's collar bone you nipped him slightly after you kissed him. Sonny growled and pulled back,

"Turn around" his voice was deep and it excited you.

You done as he asked crawling around so your back was to him. He spread your legs apart with his knee making his way between them so your back was too his chest. He snaked an arm around you running down from your bra into your pants and panties running his fingers along your wet folds kissing your neck,

"So wet for me babe" Sonny nipped your ear lobe all you could do is nod "I need to get a condom from my wallet" he breathed into your ear. You shook your head,

"I have an IUD and I'm clean"

"I’ am clean"

Sonny pulled his hand out of your pants hooking his fingers on the waist of them tugging them down to your bent knees. Sonny’s hand run up your naked thigh to your breast and cupping a boob through your bra feeling how hard your nipple was.

"Sonny" you said breathless "I need you" you moaned.

Sonny removed his hands from you pushing you forward onto all fours from between your shoulder blades resting his hands on your hips. Sonny ran the head of his cock along your opening before he slid in half way. You groaned your head falling forward at the way he stretched you. You pushed your hips back into him so he bottom out.

"I want you so bad Y/N" Sonny started to roll his hips into you.

"I'm yours Dominick"

The way you said his name, so thick with lust, Sonny started to snap his hips into you pulling you back into him by your hips. Skin on skin and moans from you both filled the room. Although Sonny was pulling you back into him, you pushed back just as hard. His cock hitting a spot that no one ever had before. Sonny let go of one hip reaching under you to find your sensitive pearl rubbing it with his pointer finger. Your arms began to shake and you dropped down on your forearms your head turning towards the mirror.

"Sonny" you moaned "Look"

Sonny turned his head locking eyes with you in the mirror the whole image too much to handle as you screamed and balled your hands into fists on the padded floor your release crashing over you, you saw stars. Sonny slammed into you one last time while looking in the mirror at your face and he grunted loud your name leaving his lips as he came deep inside you.

He pulled out and you both collapsed on the floor next to each other both sweaty and out of breath. Sonny rolled over kissing your naked shoulder as he zipped himself away and you pulled everything back up. You both laid there shoulder to shoulder staring at the roof,

“If I’ am going to be your girlfriend, maybe you should only get a show on special occasions”

Sonny rolled over resting his top half on yours cupping your cheek kissing you lightly on the lips,

“Does a first date classify as a special occasion?”

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getitinbusan · 4 years ago

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Camping with Jungkook

This is my contribution to the Campfire writing challenge.

Soft Smut - 2125 words

He was straddling the picnic bench, his thick thighs spread open teasing your eyes.

Standing with a few of the girlfriends you couldn't help but stare in awe. He was drinking and even though the firelight danced pretty shadows across his features you could tell he was flush from the alcohol.

"You know you're getting together with him tonight right?" they all laughed. "Jin said it's happening even if we have to lock you two in the outhouse."

"You guys are disgusting. I'd really prefer if that didn't happen….the outhouse, not the getting together part."

It was a well known fact that there was a mutual crush happening. It was also common knowledge that you were both idiots too afraid to act on it.

Your best friend was dating Yoongi, she was the catalyst behind this epic disaster of a set up. Wanting you around more, wouldn't it be perfect if you hooked up with Jungkook?

Admittedly, it would.

Sitting at the table noticing the direction of your gaze she called out, "Y/N, come drink with us."

Subtlety was not her strong suit and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you made your way over.

Patting the weathered wood slats of the bench Jungkook offered you the seat beside him.

Two red solo cups were slid in your general direction, he picked them both up and handed one to you. Watching as he sniffed the liquid, his nose scrunched up in displeasure. Fuck he was cute.

"Ready?" he held the cup to his lips.

"As I'll ever be."

He winced at the taste as you both simultaneously set the empty cups down.

This was it, it had to be now! It was time for the opening you'd been practicing all week.

"Do you like S'mores Jungkook?"

His eyes lit up as he reached for the bag of marshmallows. "I like mine with double chocolate, want me to make you one?"

The childlike wonder he exuded would be almost comical if it wasn't for the contradictory body it came from.

"Actually, I thought maybe we could try a more adult version?"

He was puzzled.

"Hang on, I'll be right back."

Running into the cabin, items were tossed quickly out of your bag until you found what you were after.

Triumphantly returning you held the bottle out to him like it was a fine wine.

His eyebrows raised, "Marshmallow Vodka?"

"And behind door number two," your other hand revealed, "Chocolate syrup!"

"I don't get it?"

Yoongi's hardy laugh bounced around the campsite, "No but you're definitely going to."

Three heads turned in unison to glare at him. Outnumbered in his desire to tease Jungkook, he sighed, defeated. "Well then, why don't you just show us how to make S'mores with Vodka Y/N"

Turning your attention directly to Jungkook you instructed him. "You're going to tilt your head back and I'm going to squeeze in the chocolate syrup."

"Should I swallow it?"

"That's what she said," Yoongi interjected. You heard your friend's playful punch land against his shoulder. "Ow, what? Come on, he's making it too easy."

"As I was saying, Chocolate Syrup, and no, don't swallow…" you smiled, "that'll come later."

Yoongi's jaw fell slack, "Yah sure, it's fine when she says it."

Turning your attention back to teaching, Jungkook's ears were red at the innuendos you'd been exchanging. He was flustered and it was charming. Reaching out you gave his earlobe a little squeeze, "Shall we continue?"

He nodded, "Head back, chocolate syrup, no swallowing, got it."

"I'm going to pour the marshmallow vodka on top of the syrup and then you can swallow and take a Graham Cracker chaser."

The night progressed as the shots poured. The more you drank the closer you seemed to inch your bodies together.

"I think you need one more," Guk giggled. Tipping your chin back with his fingertips he was really close. "Ready? here it comes…"

You felt a splat hit your cheek followed by a string of his apologies. He was confused when you began laughing.

"It's okay Jungkook, it's just syrup."

He smiled relieved, scooching closer to where you sat facing him. Using his index finger he wiped the chocolate drop off your skin and stuck it into his mouth.

"Did you get it all?"

"There might be a little more," he moved closer and softly attached his lips to your cheek, painfully close to your mouth. "I think you're good now."

Somehow as the hours ticked away your legs had made their way over his. Face to face you sat with shy smiles and embarrassed cheeks. He pulled you in closer placing a kiss on top of your head. "Is it okay to confess I really like you?"

You wove his tattooed fingers between yours, "I think now's a perfect time."

His arms were wrapped loosely around you, your head on his chest. The sound of your friend's voices and crackling fire were quiet compared to his heartbeat.

"Did you feel that? I think it's starting to rain."

No sooner than the words left his lips you felt it too. Everyone took to their feet and ran in separate directions, drinks and fire were abandoned for shelter.

Standing up you weren't in a hurry to leave. "I'm staying in the cabin." You gestured to the wood structure. "But I really don't want tonight to be over."

"Not to brag but I've got a pretty big tent." He kissed your hand and pulled you into his arms. "Or," he began rocking back and forth, "you could just dance with me in the rain."

"Wow, and I didn't even have Jungkook being a romantic on my campfire BINGO card."

He laughed and twirled you back to him while singing, "Do you love the rain? Does it make you dance When you're drunk with your friends at a party?"

"You're singing to me Guk?" You stopped dancing. "Is it okay to confess I really like you too?"

The biggest smile appeared across his face, "I think now's a perfect time."

Pushing the wet hair from your face he leaned in slowly to find your mouth. He was so soft, so delicate, his lips brushed yours as the rain fell harder and distant thunder rolled past. He set his head on yours and sighed, "You wanna run?"

He struggled to unzip the flap, both of you crawling in laughing at how soaked you were. Falling on top of each other it felt like time had stopped.

It was a strange feeling, like driving in the rain and going under a bridge. Every sound stops but the second you come out the other side, all your sensations are amplified.

"They say when you meet the love of your life...time stops."

Is that what this was? A pause held between you until he gave in, his mouth meeting yours full force.

His kissing was pure and simple, uncomplicated perfection that could be used the same way to describe every detail of Jungkook.

He was a great kisser, his lips pressed just hard enough, they were just wet enough and his tongue was as well choreographed as his body.

His hand didn't stray from the tender hold it had on your face and as much as you wanted it on your body, you knew you had time. Your heart was pounding as fast as the droplets hitting the shell of the tent in an orchestrated rhythm of anticipation.

He pulled away leaving you breathless. "We should get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold" He reached in his bag and handed you his T-shirt.

"You want me to put clothes on? That's a plot twist."

He pulled his wet sweater over his head, "we've been drinking, alot."

He grabbed a towel and ran it over his hair, "I'm planning on falling in love with you." He blushed at his own statement. "And I'd just prefer that in a few years our first time isn't a foggy memory." He kissed the back of your hand.

"You certainly have a way with words Guk."

Shamelessly pulling off your wet clothes he pretended to shield his eyes while blatantly leaving gaps between his fingers. "Ugh, you're playing dirty."

"Using your logic you'll forget what you saw by morning so I'm not gonna worry about it."

Grabbing you playfully he pulled you back down and tucked you into his blankets.

The one thing you hated about camping was going to bed freezing and waking up ridiculously hot.

The sun had risen with a vengeance and the navy exterior of the tent held the heat in like a sauna.

Making your way out from underneath Jungkook you pulled the covers back and peeled his shirt from your body. Redoing the messy bun on top of your head you felt a light fingertips touch starting at the top of your neck.

Slowly he traced down your spine stopping between the dimples at the base. A shiver ran over your skin.

"These are cute." He let his finger explore your backside.

You giggled at the featherlight tickle, "They're called dimples of Venus"

You were still facing away but you could hear him shift. His breath hovered close on your back.

"It's a suitable name for your body," his lips met the indentation.

When he made his way back up to your shoulder you couldn't resist the urge to see his face a second longer.

Turning you found a smiling, sleepy disheveled boy and your heart swooped with affection. Your thumb smoothed over his dewy cheek as his almond eyes took in your bare form.

"Can you just come back in here?" He whined and made grabby hands.

"Should I put my clothes back on first?"

He pulled the blanket over his face, "Don't tease me."

How were you already wrapped around his finger?

"Fine, let me in."

Staying hidden he lifted the edge enough for you to wiggle in.

"This isn't a very good fort."

"That's not fair, I've got limited resources. I'm gonna make you a kick ass fort." He pressed his lips onto your neck. "For our next date we'll have a picnic and watch movies in it. We are counting this as the first date right?"

His hands were on your waist and his bare skin was pressed against yours.

"We could even count it as a second, we did sleep together. Jungkook? Can you kiss me now?"

His large hands moved down your body while his lips worked their magic against yours.

You could hear everyone slowly starting the day. Jin's laughter and the mention of your names infiltrated your moment making Jungkook stop to check with you.

"I don't care about them Guk, keep going."

The heat didn't matter, the small space didn't matter, your friends on the other side of the thin nylon didn't matter.

All that did matter was the way he looked at you and asked if you were okay before he pushed himself inside you. If there was a sight more beautiful than Jungkook laying over you in ecstacy you were completely unaware of it.

Rolling his hips into you skillfully his length hit all the right spots. It was hard holding in your moans, god you wanted to be able to just cry out as he made your toes curl.

Biting your lip you tried not to tip everyone off to what was happening mere feet away from where they were preparing their coffee and breakfast over the camp stove.

You wanted to tell him, you'd waited so long for this. You spoke the breathy whisper into his neck, "I hate being quiet Guk, you feel so good I want to scream your name."

Your words did him in, with a loud moan and a face squinted in pleasure he spilled into the condom.

Exiting the tent, of course your friends had to make a scene. The picnic tables had been rearranged to face Jungkook's tent and they all sat smiling in the direction of your exit.

"Really, you couldn't just let us have this?" You hid under his arm as he confronted them.

Jin of course was the loudest, "Can you blame us? We never get front row."

Jungkook pulled you back towards the tent. "Well since you already know what we're doing, this time we'll put on a better show."

JK: Date 2 tonight! I hope you're ready this fort is gonna blow your mind!

This is fic belongs in the Golden Golden Closet Universe. Continue their story....

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babylooneytoonz · 4 years ago

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Warnings: Too much cuteness , cute bickering , fluff , non descriptive mention of sex

(Coffee Stains Masterlink )

How on earth were you supposed to know that the mission Natasha and Bucky had gone for would be lasting for over a month? Had you known that, you would have asked them to send someone else instead. Ever since Bucky had made that tiny confession the day he left for the mission, you hadn't been able to stop thinking of him. Especially at nights, when you went to bed at night, cuddling against the pillow that Bucky had gotten for you, you missed him. Your mornings were mostly spent with Wanda or Sam at the gym, where you practiced your yoga and a few mild exercises, while Wanda and Sam worked out their usual. It was almost five times in a week that you lazily strolled up to Steve; and tried to subtly ask Steve by making small talks with him on the updates of his mission, and when was Bucky and Natasha coming back.

It was almost 35 days later, and you stepped out of your bath, your towel wrapped around your now oversized body; droplets of water dripping off you onto the rugged floor of your warm room. You went into your closet, squinting slightly when you turned on the lights and sat down on the floor, crossing your legs underneath you, as your eyes started looking for anything you could wear for the night that was remotely comfortable. You wouldn't lie, the past month had been a horror in terms of you wreaking havoc at the Avengers towers, screaming and blasting at others because there was nothing that you would actually fit into. Worst part of all that you felt was, Tony had decided to take a vacation with Pepper now, when he would have helped by magically filling up your closet with a wide array of loose fitting outfits by just a twirl of his magic wand.

You were, however, beyond thankful to Sam Wilson. The two of you snuck into Bucky's apartment; to steal his t-shirts at times. And tonight was one of those days.

You stepped into Bucky's closet, your fingers skimming over the range of his t-shirts, until they landed on a soft cotton black t-shirt with a Captain America shield printed on it. You couldn't help but giggle as you pulled it off the hanger, running your palm over the print. You locked the closet from the inside, ignoring the rummaging sounds that you could hear outside, knowing well aware that Sam was going through Bucky's stuff again.

Sliding the t-shirt on, you looked at yourself in the mirror; a faint hint of a smile breaking out on your lips as your eyes fell on your own reflection in the live size mirror in his closet. Your hands mechanically moved to trace over the outlines of your seven month old bump, but that smile was short-lived when the baby inside squirmed and kicked your bladder hard, causing you to almost double over, gripping the counter in front of you. "Please stop my love, please stop squirming, I know you have your father's energies running inside you, and you want to come on out already but that's not happening for another two months buddy. You gotta hang in there."

You grabbed one of his loose fitting sweatpants next, and hurriedly shoved your feet into them, struggling to pull it as much as you could so the elastic remained at the base of your belly's curve.

You unlocked his closet, scratching the back of your head as you stepped out of the closet; waiting to come face to face with your friend, who had probably dumped the entire contents of Bucky's bedside table drawers onto the bed. You had least expected a dozen condoms strewn over the bed, and you were ready to blast Sam out for doing that but a sudden look of startle graced your face when you saw that instead of Sam, Bucky was sitting on his bed, his eyes exhausted and droopy, yet, a look of excitement to be back home evident on his face. He has his hands on his elbows, and he was leaning forward, and the instant you stepped out, he couldn't help but feel blown away, even more so because you were dressed in his clothes, making it a lot more intimate than he had imagined your first meet with him post the mission to be.

"Holy shit! James Buchanan Barnes!" Your hand flew to your heart, and your eyes widened in surprise, but soon, a soft smile broke out against your lips, and you could feel tears poking into your eyes.

"Hi?" He let out a soft chuckle, and stood up slowly, taking two reluctant steps towards you.

"Hi, Barnes. You're late." You smirked, taking two steps towards him, and then pausing to eye him, for any injuries that you could see. "Are you– "

"I'm fine, doll," he smiled, and then crinkled his nose in the most cutest manner, before mumbling in a low voice, "Come 'ere." He threw open his arms, wide enough for you and your massive bump to fit in entirely, and you just let out a sob, loud enough for him to hear it, as you waddled into his embrace, burying your nose into the side of his neck.

"Jesus, Buck. I missed you." You mumbled against the side of his neck, when his flesh arm came to rest against your back. "How'd it go?"

He slowly pulled back from your embrace, and took your wrist in his, walking with you to the side of his bed. He made you sit down against the edge of the bed, slowly lowering himself down in front on his heels and toes, looking up at you. "It was alright, we kicked some asses. Punk told me though, the not so subtle ways in which you kept trying to get information out of him."

"Hey! I tried my best. How can you blame me? I wanted to know when you were coming back." You giggled, toying with one of his sweaty strands of hair, twirling it around your fingers. "You're a mess, Barnes. And you stink of sweat." You smirked down at him, only to have him smirk back as he stood up, hooking two of his fingers against the round neck collar of the t-shirt that you were wearing, belonging to him, and tugged at it playfully, until you were slightly pulled to the front, a low gasp escaping your lips, "Barnes, you pervert!"

"Might as well let me take a shower, and then I'll talk to ya," he smirked before he turned away, his footsteps subsiding until the door to his bathroom slammed shut and the sound of the shower turning on reached your ears. You randomly grabbed your phone, finally deciding to text back on the messages that were pending to be replied since over a week. It was now or never, right?

By the time you were done with replying to all the texts, you heard the shower go off. Seconds later, Bucky stepped out, wearing his sweatpants, and a worn out t-shirt that looked comfy as fuck, the towel still around his neck, his hair sticking to his face . He pulled the towel off his neck, mumbling something under his breath as he started drying his hair, and at the same time, his eyes started darting all across the room, looking for something.

"Buck, what you looking for when I'm right here?" You looked at him, smugly.

"My hair tonic," he deadpanned, "must've been your partner in crime, Wilson."

You crossed your legs and sat back, your head now resting against the headboard of his bed, while your fingers stroked over the fabric over your bump, trying to calm down your baby, who was beginning to wake up from their slumber again.

"That's the reason for your beautiful, silky locks?"

"If you weren't the mother of my child, you'd be thrown out of my room. No one shames me for my hair treatment." He fake scowled at you, but you could see the smirk hidden behind that scowl.

Finally, giving up, he tossed the towel away, and made his way into bed, climbing into the blanket that you had now draped over your feet. He turned to his side, his arm stretched and resting on the headboard behind you, he kept staring at you. It was the first time; you realized that the two of you were going to talk to each other, ever since you were back.

Suddenly, the silence and the anticipation was killing you. You averted your gaze, looking down at your fingers when he cleared his throat.

"This isn't how I wanted this to go."

"Well, I'm sorry I put a responsibility on you then– " Bucky hadn't even begun speaking completely, you had already started hyperventilating.

"Yeah, can we have a conversation like mature adults? Without you trying to pick a verbal fight with me?"

You just lifted your middle finger, scratching your nose with it, and gave him a scowl. He rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore it, and began speaking again, "I just – I am kind of not very opposed to this idea. Of us, having a kid together."

"Am I dreaming or Sergeant Barnes is actually happy he knocked me up?" You unknowingly pushed yourself closer towards him, so now your side was brushing against his. However, before you could say something else, Bucky 's lips pressed against yours and a small squeal left your lips, as a reflex for you had least anticipated this, at least not at that time. His lips were soft against yours , his kiss gentle and carefree. When he finally pulled back, he swiped his thumb over your lower lip, "You don't shut up, do you?"

"If that is how you're gonna shut me up, then you're gonna have to deal with my sharp tongue for a lot longer."

He parted his lips, almost ready to speak, but his face fell slightly, and it looked like he was contemplating how to say whatever it was that was stuck to the back of his mind. Your smug smile washed off and a look of concern filled you up, your fingers tightening against his in reflex, "Buck, you know you can say it to me. I know, the last time, we spoke to each other and bared out our life in front of each other, it didn't go so well but I promise I am going to try my best to understand."

"There are a lot of what ifs in the back of my mind, I just can't seem to get past those," his voice sounded low, and weak. It was so sad, it broke your heart.

"Buck, it's okay. Look at me. You think I'm handling this well? Hell, I'm scared of waking up, and finding my baby taken away from me, and being experimented upon in any of HYDRA's bases, and I won't be able to find them."

His eyebrow twitched, and a sudden surge of anger surged through him, and reflexively his metal arm slid through your waist and he pulled you close so you were now sitting with your bump pressed against his side, "But Buck, I also know that this kid's got bad ass parents, who are never going to let that happen."

He looked up at you, his eyes failing to hide his insecurities, his fears that were slowly eating at him from the inside; making him look like a vulnerable child. Hesitantly, you reached for his flesh arm, coiling your fingers against his, bringing his palm to your swollen stomach as you let it rest there. You could sense his hesitancy, but after a few seconds, you felt him relax into you, his hand now firmly placed on your bump, warmth radiating from him, "What if I suck at this? At being a dad? What if my super serum causes problems that our child has to deal with– "

"Bucky?" You brought your lips to his temple, kissing him softly, "I know you're freaked out. So am I. And I know, this baby might be different, given your super serum, that I'm sure they are, no normal baby kicks like that Buck," you chuckled, and at the same time, a loose tear escaped your eye as you hiccupped and wiped it away, "the point is. We both are and we both will have to deal with it. We bring them up like any normal baby in this world should grow up. It doesn't matter that their parents are a freaking spy and a super soldier."

"And they will keep coming after them, just because it's my fucking serum running through their veins." He said, with a look of seriousness in his eyes. You knew he was right.

"Let them. I'm ready for them, they can try all they want, but I won't let them touch a hair on their head," you replied back, immediately stiffening as Bucky's metal arm came to rest against the low of your back in order to calm you down.

"I won't let that happen, love. Trust me, if they try to take what's mine, I will pull each of them out from whichever corner of the world they're hiding and send them to hell."

"Buck," you finally smirked, in a sudden movement as you waddled on top of him, pinning him to the headboard as he just looked at you in a daze, his jaw lightly hung at the suddenness of it all, as you sat on his abdomen, "I think my water just broke?"

He looked at you in horror, ready to jump out of bed, "What?!! Already? Friday– "

"Jeez, I'm kidding Barnes, I was just trying a pick up line."

"You what?!!" He sat up, holding you by your shoulders, looking at you in an annoyed way, "and what kind of a pick up line was that, Y/N?"

"Well, I think my water just broke, or was that just the effect of your words?"

"That was the most pathetic pick up line ever."

"Was it, really?" You smirked, as you teasingly rolled your hip, your core brushing over the bulge in his sweatpants, his eyes momentarily closing as he pressed his head against the headboard and grunted in a hungry way, "I really do think it had an effect on you."

"Come on, you're seven months pregnant. What if something happens?"

"Barnes, we're not going to fight a wrestling match. I'll be on top." You winked, and before the father of your baby could protest, you were already snaking your palm through the waistband of his sweatpants, "besides, you keep forgetting , this kid is not just a baby, it's a freaking super soldier baby."

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The sex was amazing, and you were screaming out Bucky's name so loud, Sam had to knock on his door screaming his ass off that the two of you needed to keep it down, for he was trying to read. You chuckled, sliding underneath the warm covers that he usually slept in. They were soft and they smelt nice, just like him.

You saw from the corner of your eye, as Bucky sat up, moving his legs out of the blanket so he could slide his slippers on. You grabbed a mound of his t-shirt , rolling the fabric into your fist, "Where are you going?"

"To get your pillow, I thought you can't sleep without it?"

You gave him a smile and reached for his arm, trying to get him back into bed, "I have you to cuddle against, my live size pillow."

"I don't want to crush our baby, doll."

You nodded, giving him a sweetest little smile as he stood up and disappeared out of his room, and within a few minutes, he was back, the yellow maternity pillow draped over his waist like a snake coiling around him. You threw out your hands like a two year old waiting to be given candy and he grinned, walking up to your side of the bed so he could place it there.

Immediately, you coiled around the pillow, curling into a ball around it, and you almost dozed off, feeling Bucky get into bed behind you, and flicking off the lamp.

You weren't used to this, sleeping in bed, with James Buchanan Barnes, and having him snuggle into you, forming a big spoon around you, while you clung on to your pillow, and he clung on to your bump, his hand protectively holding you against him.

It was all fine and good, until your eyes jerked open in the middle of the night, and the loss of physical contact made you stir slightly in bed, as you rolled over to Bucky's side. A smile paved its way to your lips, when you saw him almost rolled over on his front, his arm hanging the side of the bed, all the blankets having been hogged by you. Slowly, you inches closer to the Winter Soldier, slowly placing your palm on his arm, nuzzling against him slightly, "Bucky, are you awake? Mhm, wake up, Barnes, your baby wants to have a hot chocolate fudge sundae."

"Go to sleep, woman," he grumbled, trying to pull the pillows over his head but you just nudged him harder.

"Wake up, I'm pregnant because you didn't use a fucking condom. And now, it's your job to make sure your little family is fed."

He slowly stirred , letting out a loud yawn as he slowly turned on his back, and rubbed his eyes, and then opened just one eye, grabbing your wrist so he could yank you closer, "Oh yeah? You could have asked to pull out. But you wanted to take it all. Said you could handle it."

"Fuck you, Barnes. Now can we? I know a place that's open 24x7 where we're gonna get what this bugger wants."

"Cant you have pretzels? I thought they liked pretzels."

"Yeah, that's old news, babe. You were gone for a month." You smirked and pushed yourself out of bed, and groaning to himself, Bucky finally sat up and grabbed the clock from his bedside table glancing at the time, before mumbling, "Good thing I love you doll because it's fucking 3 am in the morning."

You almost slipped forward, your foot barely into your slippers. Your knees felt wobbly suddenly and you had to grab the wall for support to keep yourself upright. Bucky's head snapped towards you and he looked at you, alarm filling him up. Within a second, he was by your side, looking down at you.

"you okay? What's happening?"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"You just slipped Y/N."

"Nah, that was my little display that I was shocked."

"Holy shit, you're so dramatic," he lifted you off your foot; bridal style, as he made his way towards the door, but you didn't let him step out of the door, as you lodged your foot against it.

"Put me down, Barnes."

He smirked, "No!"

"I hate you."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, you idiot. I love you too! Now put me down."

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outcast-thingz · 4 years ago

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That One Song

(I may change the title later)Hello my lovelies, I'm back with another song fic. I had a daydream while listening to this song and this is what happened😂😂

Pairing: atsumu x reader? Not really sure how to label this one

Summary: Girls night out! At least that was the plan. Just because your friends couldn't come didn't mean you couldn't go. A night of dancing and you catch someone's eyes. Next thing you know you meet his crew for the night. Who would have known dancing would get you into a little (harmless) trouble

Warnings: lyrics are a bit NSFW, it's a night club so the dancing isn't exactly clean either😂😂

The dance floor called to you like a siren. Unfortunately, none of your gal-friends could come out tonight but that wasn't going to stop you from having a fun night. To ease their mind you texted them where you were whenever you changed locations. The current club you were in seems to have good music. You'd been on the dance floor for the past four songs without a break. The next song starts and nothing changes, you stay on the dance floor.

Dum-pa-dum Dum-pa-dum The music wraps its sneaky strings around your limbs and body controlling you like a puppet. Dum-pa-dum dum-pa-dum left to right, left to right, your hips move to the beat. You allow yourself to be the music's little puppet as you get lost in the melody. Not much of the song passes when a feeling begins to tug at you. Your gaze follows the feeling. Amongst the crowd of people, a pair of honey-brown eyes stood out. The intensity held your eyes captive yet after a single blink they were gone; they had disappeared into the crowd. Soon enough you found yourself looking around to find the eye's owner. You accidentally back into somebody and quickly spin around to apologize.

"He- eEeEEeeEy~ you're pretty cute." The man you bumped into seemed crossed at first but quickly softened when setting his eyes on you. The light shined against his yellowish blonde hair. His piercings were kind of intimidating.

"Hey blondy, get those hips moving we didn't come here to stand around. Oh. Why hello there~" a man with brown hair whines until he sees you.

"I uh… I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You finally blurted. The two narrowed their eyes and smirks crept on their faces.

"You know, you could make it up to us" the blonde started,

"By dancing with all of us for a few songs." The brown hair man finished.

"All of us?" You lifted a brow daringly. The brown one looks back over his shoulder to speak,

"Hey! Living sun, Kitty, what do you think?"

Bouncing over was an energetic, spikey, white and black-haired man. His golden eyes filled with the natural high of exercise.

"Hey, hey, hey. Sounds like fun to me Oikawa, I'm down for it," boisterous man cheered. "Kuroo, what do you think?" Yet another man appeared. This one had black hair and a mischievous vibe about him. Really they all have a mischievous vibe about them but he was more like a scheming kind of mischief. The new man quickly bopped all of them on their heads,

"You idiots, you going to scare her away and Astumu will be pissed at us. Let's not forget who's paying for our drinks tonight." He grins at you whilst pushing the other guys out of the way. He stretches his hand out to you,

"My name is Kuroo, please forgive my crew, Terushima, Oikawa, and Bokuto. You are extraordinarily cute but to us, you're ~off limits~" he emphasizes while eyeing his friends who either roll their eyes or scoff. "We would be delighted if you would join us for at least this song." he kept his hand out until you gently shook it.

"Y-Y/n…" is all you could manage to say.

All of the confidence you had started your night with disappeared. Here you were in just about every girl's dream, surrounded by tall, attractive, and athletic-looking men. Yet you found yourself a stuttering mess. You took a step back as the song reaches a quiet part. A hand finds it's way to your shoulder gently holding it. You lift your head and meet those captivatingly intense eyes from before. It was impossible to look away.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, princess. The names Astumu. We've been watching from afar for some time, you really have some moves. I'd like to see how you do with a partner, can you do that for us?" He spoke with a friendly tone but his eyes made it seem like he was commanding you. Who knew dancing was going to be the thing to get you in trouble. After catching your breath you are able you calm yourself enough to respond.

"Y/n, a pleasure to meet you Astumu. Let's hope your feet can keep up with mine~!" The tease that slipped from your mouth surprised everyone, including you. Even so, that was enough permission for them.

The song kicks back into high gear and the first man to take you hand was Terushima. He pulls you close to him and lifts one of your legs to his hips.

"Vamos, fiesta; I want you, señorita," He sings the lyrics as he leans back still keeping you close so you lean with him. Oikawa is next. Terushima lets you slip from his grip as Oikawa takes one of your hands and twirls you around. He dips you whilst continuing the lyrics,

"I'm gonna kiss all your body; Sharp breath, gripping the bed sheet."

Kuroo slips his hand underneath your back and lightly pushes you up till you're standing straight. He pulls you towards him keeping your back facing him. He wraps his arms around you. Then he crosses them so his right hand is holding your left and vise versa. The lyrics continue

"Baby girl, yeah, I'mma put it in; I can make your bed shake." Slips away and Bokuto fills his spot seamlessly. He leans you to the left while he leans to the right,

"I can be your sin." He now leans you to his right as he leans to the right,

"Your hands scratching against me." During both moves he kept his eyes locked on yours. Suddenly he twirls you off and it almost feels aimless until you're caught. A finger under your chin and a thumb resting just below your lip helps lift your head to once again meet Astumu's intense gaze.

"One look," he quickly move his head beside one of your ears, "I know that you want me." Tingles run down your spine, the hair on the back of your neck raises, and your body tenses up as the last lyrics are whispered.

You are spun around again and pulled from Astumu by Terushima and Oikawa.

"Baby girl, won't you come my way?" Now you stood in the middle of a circle made up of the five men you are dancing with.

"Tell me all the things; that you wanna say," the boys appear to be singing in unison and encouraging you to dance. You shrug and let the music once again slink his strings around you; you let it make you a puppet. The boys sway and watch as you entertain them. You honestly didn't mind since the whole point of coming out tonight was to dance; having an audience was just a bonus.

"Baby girl can you say my name; show me all the ways; you can move that thing," as the lyrics end Astumu works his way up to you. He pulls you close wrapping one arm around your hips. The other hand takes hold of your closest hand. The two of you sway and rock to the slow part of the song.

"I don't wanna to take you nowhere; I don't wanna waste your time; Baby girl, would you come my way," he lifts your head again like earlier with the hand that held yours. "Baby girl would you come for me?" You can't help but giggle and thank the gods that the club lights were hiding the major blush on your face.

You dance the rest of the song with the boys and hit the bar. That's where you learn Astumu called dib the moment the boys laid their eyes on you. After some more talking, flirting, and exchanging of numbers you all head home. You immediately tell your gal friends of tonight's adventure and remind them that they really should have gone. Feeling a bit jealous, the girls ask if you'd be willing to ask the boys to go out tomorrow night. You laugh and ask away. A unanimous response of yes came back.

"I guess tomorrow I'm going your way aren't I? Astumu?" You hummed to yourself before landing on your bed and promptly passing out.

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wreckofawriter · 5 years ago

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I Wish

Pairing: James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black

Word Count: 2,421

Warnings: Slight swearing, angsty

Request: hey 💌 my request seems kinda sad (but i'm into it). sooo i was listening to i wish by one direction and i had an idea!! could u pls write a james x reader based on that song? like reader is dating sirius and james is in love with reader? and sirius knows? heheh thank u, i love your work ✨💗🙏🏽

A/n: I'm not a big One Direction fan but this was fun to write. Enjoy!

He takes your hand, I die a little

I watch your eyes and I'm in riddles

Why can't you look at me like that?

James swallowed harshly watching you as neared them. He knew it wasn't supposed to be like this but here he was. The boy looked down at his hands ashamed.

“Hey guys!” you greeted with a smile that made his knees go weak and his breath leave his lungs.

“Hey babe.” Sirius responded looking up at you from his position next to James on the couch. “Whats up?”

“Nothing much.” You answered plopping in between the two boys making James jump a bit. “You okay James?” You asked turning towards him.

The boy coughed sputtering for breath, “Y-yeah.” he stuttered nervously pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“You sure?” you placed your arm on his shoulder in concern and he went completely stiff.

“He's just upset his Lily flower is ignoring him again.” Sirius laughed rolling his eyes playfully.

Sirius couldn't have been more wrong but James just put on a fake smile and nodded along.

He slumped with relief when you removed your hand from his shoulder and turned back to Sirius.

Playing with Sirius' hair you said, “She can't keep the charade up for ever I mean you James fuckng Potter for Merlin's sake.”

The truth was James felt nothing the ‘James fucking Potter’ you mentioned. That James had died three months ago when he fell in love with you. He knew falling in love was supposed to be this wonderful thing, with fluffy bunnies, rainbows and cotton candy and he was sure that's what it was when he thought he was in love with Lily. Unfortunately he had done no such thing and when you walked into the common room Sirius’ arm around your waist he had truly fallen. And falling was definitely the right word.

It was as if someone had pushed him off his broom and he had plummeted to the ground below. Now he just lay there hurt and wounded attempting to pick himself back up as his heart crumbled to pieces.

Oh and of course every time he made the smallest bit of progress, his best friend would come over carrying you in his arms and kick him in the gut as you giggled and stared at Sirius like he with the king of England.

And now here you were doing it again. Sirius was talking about the prank he had just constructed and you had your head laid on his shoulder hand interlaced with his. Your beautiful y/e/c eyes locked on his stormy grey ones. All the while James was wishing you were looking at him.

When you walk by, I try to say it

But then I freeze, and never do it

My tongue gets tied, the words get trapped

I hear the beat of my heart getting louder, whenever I'm near you

James nearly went into cardiac arrest when you walked into the slug club meeting. You were incredible.

A lacy white dress hung snug to your chest before spreading out at your waist into a and hanging down your legs. Your hair was done up in a tight ponytail with silver sparkles sprinkeled in across your head.

James was sure if he watched you any longer he would forget about everything else in this world and sprint at you smashing his lips onto yours. So he turned his head to look at his best friend whose arm was linked to yours, the long haired boy had his eyes locked on you in a way that broke his heart, he looked at you the same way; with love. You just never looked back.

You waved to a few of your friends before turning back to Sirius saying something to him before disappearing into the small crowd.

Sirius made his way over to James giddy and smiley.

“Guess what.” He smiled his eyes still in a haze from your angelic form.

“What?"James drawled trying (and failing) to sound interested.

“I told her I loved her.”

James spat out the pumpkin juice he had taken a sip of, gaining everyone in a three foot radius attention, “You did what!?”

“Yeah I know!” the other boy bounced excitedly on his heels mistaking his friends misery for astonishment and happiness of his own actions. “She said it back too, I can't believe it! She's actually in love with me!” Sirius was practically bursting with joy as he broke his best friends heart into a million pieces.

“She's actually in love with you.” James whispered voice tearful and heart-broken as if he was realizing it for the first time.

“You okay man?” Remus asked coming up behind the pale boy.

“I think I feel a bit sick, i'm going to head back.” James muttered blinking back tears as he set his glass down and headed for the door.

“Oh okay.” Sirius said smile faltering for just a meer second.

Just as James neared the exit he had his hand grabbed and twirled around to be faced with the elegant y/e/c eyes he dreamt about.

“James, where are you going?” you asked a grin plastered on your soft pink lips.

He felt his tongue swell as his eyes took in your beautiful figure, your were nothing short of a piece of magnificent art. “I-I don't feel very well.” He managed to punch past the lump growing in his throat as he looked a what could never be his.

“Oh I'm sorry.” You said voice soft and laced with concern, “I'll talk to you later then, hope you feel better.” with that you turned to walk back to the party.

“Wait y/n!” James bit down on his tongue after he spoke wishing he hadn’t let those two words escape.

“Whats up James?” you asked turning back to face the breaking boy.

James felt the words he had been wanting to say building in his throat wanting desperately to escape. He swallowed again forcing those thoughts to stay just that; thoughts.

He managed a lopsided grimace before squeezing his eyes shut quickly and gasping out a sarrowfilled and broken, “Nothing.” before turning and walking quickly from the party before you could respond.

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish that was me

Over the next few weeks James learns slowly and, as always, painfully how to act normal around you. He would still feel himself breaking inside as Sirius pulled you into a kiss, but he kept it just there. Inside.

Now he stared at you pulling Sirius close to you and burying your head in his chest as you both swayed to the soft sound of the music he simply sighed downing his glass of fire whiskey in a quick gulp, hoping it would dull the pain.

It helped a bit but he dared not drink much more for fear of the false confidence he knew he would gain with a few more glasses, confidence that would take his friendship and rip it in two.

He looks at you, the way that I would

Does all the things, I know that I could

If only time could just turn back

' Cause I got three little words that I've always been dying to tell you

James looked down at the crowd below him and caught sight of you, feeling his heart soar before it dropped straight back into the ground. Sirius stood next to you holding a sign that read, "Kick some slithery ass!” in bright golden and red. This would have made him chuckle if the owner of the sign hadn't been staring at the girl of his dreams before leaning over and kissing her on the corner of her lips.

James could almost hear Sirius mutters a soft, “I just couldn't help it.” in your ear.

He couldn't blame him. He could barely help it himself.

He wished you were the one holding the sign, and that after this game he would be

able to go to hogsmeade with you and kiss the corner of your lips his hand locked with yours.

He wished he was the one who got to whisper, “I just couldn't help it” in your ear.

But he wasn't, so instead he flew through away from the heart wrenching couple and looked for something he could have. The quaffle.

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish that was me

Fire Whiskey was James Potter's new best friend. It wouldn't steal the love of his life away from him.

James had been doing okay but all rationalty had gone out the window when you had attacked him in a hug after he won the game. You had smelt of roses and pomegranates. The scent drove him crazy. He had wanted to freeze time and hold you forever, running his hands through your y/h/c hair.

When you pulled away not having you was so much more painful than before and he couldn't take the pain. So he numbed it.

He had taken four shots the second he had joined the party in the Gryffindor common room. The broken heart was now holding a bottle and bringing it to his lips as you drunkenly pulled an equally drunk Sirius into a sloppy make out session.

Godric, what James wouldn't have given for it to be him whose tongue was exploring your mouth.

Twice that night he almost fucked up his entire life and both times he had managed to stay sane enough to walk away from you and sit his ass back into a chair. After a third bailed attempt to say three little words to you he finally he stumbled upstairs and passed out on the floor.

With my hands on your waist, while we

dance in the moonlight

I wish it was me, that you'll call later on

cause you wanna say good night

Just like every other night, he dreamt of you.

This time you were dancing in a garden, the moonlight making you appear even more angelic than normal. You hair seemed to glow as you reached for his hand, bare feet twirling around on dewy grass. You soft lips were spread in their glorious lopsided smile. You had loved him. You had held him and ran your hands through his hair. You had kissed him softly lips tasting of strawberry and fire whiskey. You had wanted him, needed him, chosen him.

Then he woke to the sound of you leaving the room, hair in a messy bun, wearing Sirius t-shirt and boxers as you snuck from the room, bare foot, on hardwood floors. Because you had wanted him, needed him, chosen...him.

Cause I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Sirius was not blind. He saw the way his best friend looked at you. He saw the jealousy the anger, he saw all of it. He had hoped James was simply jealous of what he and y/n had wishing it for Lily and himself, but he was wrong and he had always known that.

“James.” He spoke when the two of them were in the library. They had been abandoned by Remus and Peter but were still in desperate need to study.

“Yeah?” James asked looking up sleepily from his half-finished transfiguration essay.

Siruis sighed deciding beating around the bush would only cause more pain, “I know your in love with y/n. ”

All of the previous tiredness that had found a home in James’ hazel orbs was now far from sight. The boy went pale, then red then pale again before he opened his mouth to speak, “I don’t kn-”

“Don't lie to me James. I know you better than I do myself, i'm not blind, I see the way you stare at her, the way you talk to her, just the way you act around her, its obvious.” Sirius deadpanned, he wasn't messing around.

James looked down ashamed of himself. He could feel his tears pushing through their defenses as the by he considered a brother spoke.

“James, I don't know how you fell for her, but I need you to move on." Sirius stared at the boy needing him to hear him, "I love her, she loves me and I know that this has been killing you, but I won't change how I feel about her because of you. I can’t. You guys and her are all I have, but I refuse to choose between the two. So you are going to have to swallow your feelings, bury them deep and keep your shit together. Not just for me but for her too.”

James looked up at Sirius’ stern face eyes glossy. “I will.”

Sirius squeezed his eyes shut in a silent prayer to keep his own tears down, he hated this conversation almost as much as James. “Thank you.”

James nodded and looked back down at his essay knowing he wasn't going to write anything meaningful for a long time.

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish

Oh how I wish, that was me

It became easier. The breaking became a dull throbbing pain, not great but better than the previous sharp stabbing he had felt before.

He didn't watch you anymore. He trained his eyes to look for red hair not y/h/c. He focused on everything he hated about you (a microscopic list) and everything he loved about Lily. He smiled more, dreamt less.

He tried not to wish for you but he still felt that deep desire not wanting to leave. He knew that with time he could do it. He avoided you, he needed space as well. He pushed you away best he could and focused, focused on anything but you.

James he knew that finally he was beginning to pick himself off of the grass and find the pieces of his heart to put back together. But he knew that you had one of those pieces and he was sure he would never quite get it back. Because a part of him would always be yours.

Oh how I wish, that was me

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years ago

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The Tony To My Maria?

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: y/n gets cast as Maria in the new school musical of West Side Story, but when there's more than one candate for Tony, conflicts arise.

Requested by: @skeletalwolfcat

Word Count: 2367

"Well, it would be a great opportunity. You wouldn't get the role right away, but I think you have a fighting chance. If you were to get the role, you would be working with y/n as the other lead and-"

"I'll do it." Sweet Pea responded. Your name was all he needed to hear.

Kevin was caught off guard. He figured that he would need to persuade him. "Really?"

"Y/n's going to be in the musical?"

He nodded. "She would be playing your love interest."

"Then I'm in. When do I show up?"

He definitely wasn't expecting this. "Uh, after school at the auditorium."

"Great. I'll be there." And with that he left. Sweet Pea didn't care much for musicals or plays, but he knew you did. He's seen West Side Story before with you, and he knew that Maria kisses Tony. He wouldn't let some Northside Bulldog make out with you and take you away from him. They weren't worthy for you. Besides, kissing you would be a bonus.

After school he saw a similar girl in a similar serpent jacket sitting in one of the seats to the auditorium. He went over to you, sitting right next to you and putting his head on your shoulder as you were invested in reading the script. "Whatcha got there?"

You put your head up to look at him. He brought his head up as well, smiling at you. You gave him the biggest smile ever. If there was anyone that made you feel more at home, it'd be Sweet Pea. You dove into a hug, happy to see your crush. "Sweet Pea! What are you doing here?"

You pulled your head back, still smiling. "You haven't heard?" You shook your head. "I'm gonna be trying out to get Tony."

"Yay! You're gonna be amazing, and I hope you'll get the role." You patted his chest, sitting back into your seat.

This is what he loved about you. Even though you came from the Southside, you were always cheerful and saw the best in him. You and him were also very touchy and comfortable with each other. The only problem with your relationship is that neither of you had the guts to tell each other how you felt.

"So who's ass do I have to kick to get the role?"

You bit your lip, looking down at your script. "You won't like it."

Kevin then called for everyone to get in a circle. He then introduced everybody and their role, saving the ones auditioning for Tony last. "And finally, the one role that isn't locked in yet will be auditioned for throughout the week. Sweet Pea," Sweet Pea stood at this. "Reggie Mantle," As he stood, he remained eye contact with Sweet Pea, whose eyes widened. "And Archie Andrews. They will all be auditioning for the role of Tony."

As Sweet Pea stared at the two other men in annoyance, he felt a hand slip its way into his. He looked down and saw you smile as you held his hand. They all sat, and Reggie gave Sweet Pea a smirk at the sight of you and him. Sweet Pea felt a lot of things, and threatened was one of them.

"It's fine." You whispered. "You'll do great."

Kevin clasped his hands together. "So first, we'll see how well each of you are with the other lead, which is y/n y/l/n." You then stood, sitting back down after waving to everybody. "First up, Archie."

Each of the three guys would be doing a different scene with you. Archie and you did the scene where Tony comes to visit Maria at night, and Reggie and you did the scene where Tony and Maria imagine their wedding. Both scenes had Sweet Pea fuming, Reggie being the biggest source.

During the whole scene, Reggie kept looking back at him while he smiled, as if telling him that he's trying to steal what Sweet Pea wants. "Reggie." Kevin called out in the middle of the scene. Everybody then turned to look at Kevin. "Stay focused on the acting please."

You started the scene again, and Reggie annoyedly looked away from a smug Sweet Pea. After what felt like forever to you, the scene ended. It was Sweet Pea's turn now. You both were secretly excited, but all extremely nervous. In the scene you two would be doing, you two kiss.

As Sweet Pea got on the stage, you could tell that he felt uncomfortable. He kept awkwardly shifting, and didn't know what to do with his arms. "It's okay," you whispered. "You'll be great." Your smile made him feel a sense of calmness.

You both started, committing to the characters. Part of what you two were saying was just acting, but a small part of you both had some truth in your lines. When you kissed, you didn't think about it. You just melted into the kiss, feeling right for your lips to be pressed against each other.

You slowly backed away from the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours. "I loved that." Kevin announced as he clapped his hands, snapping both of you out of your trance. "Tomorrow we'll be working on dance moves, so until 4:30 everybody practice your lines."

"That was good." You said shyly to Sweet Pea with a small smile. "You did good."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks. You did good too."

You were about to say something, when Reggie interrupted the two of you. "Y/n, hey. You did good back there."

"Thanks." You said tightly.

You knew of the boy's fondness for you, and you couldn't want anything less. He had disrespected your friends as well as the Serpents, and you didn't like the way you caught him looking at you at times.

Being around him didn't feel the same as being around Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea knew how to make you feel special and safe, he knew how to make you laugh and feel better. Your mood got increasingly better when he entered the room. You didn't feel that way with Reggie.

You then thought of a way to mess with him. "Didn't Sweet Pea do an amazing job too?!" You smiled at Reggie, putting a hand on Sweet Pea's shoulder.

He shrugged, looking at Sweet Pea. "I've seen worse."

"I think he did awesome." You got a little closer to the serpent boy. Sweet Pea smiled, knowing what you were doing.

"Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to go over some of the script together." He took a step closer to you.

You didn't know how to turn him down in a nice way, but the boy beside you helped you out. "Sorry dude, she's practicing with me." He then put an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, fitting perfectly.

He looked at the two of you, defeated. "Well, if you don't want to practice with losers anymore, I'll be over there." He then walked away.

Sweet Pea stared at the bulldog. "I don't like the way he looks at you."

"I don't like the way he looks at me either, but it's whatever. It's not he's got any chance. He's too much of a dick." You said, the two of you sitting where the audience seats were.

He smiled at ruffled your hair. "Good girl." You giggled.

When rehearsal was almost over, the two of you stood from your seats. "I'm starving." You said. "Pop's sounds pretty good right now."

Reggie heard this and appeared behind you. "Would you wanna go with me to Pop's?" He smirked. "I'm paying."

You perked up, Sweet Pea noticing mischief in your eyes. You turned around, facing Reggie. "That sounds awesome, we could all go and get to know each other!"

"Wait-"

"Guys!" You called out, everybody turning to you. "Reggie just said he'd treat us all Pop's! Let's go!" Everybody cheered, and you faced Reggie again. "Thanks a bunch, Reg. I'm gonna ride there with Sweets. See you there!"

You walked off with Sweet Pea's arm around your shoulder, Reggie stumped and standing there. "Did you just finesse him into buying us food?" Sweet Pea asked.

"And I managed to dodge a probably crappy date." You smiled cheekily.

"Marry me." He teased. You pretended that didn't make you go crazy inside.

"Sure thing babe, but let's get some dinner first." He loved it when you made quick comebacks. You both high fived and walked to his bike.

The next day at rehearsal Kevin quickly picked up that you were a much better dancer that most, as well as a quick learner, so he had you help out the group of Shark Ladies that would be dancing.

Sweet Pea, Reggie and Archie were all next to each other as Kevin gave out the next instructions. "We will be seeing which of you guys can dance. Tony's dancing is all slow and sweet, so I wanna see how you all do in that department. You will each dance with Veronica."

"Yo, what happened to y/n?" Reggie asked.

"She's preoccupied at the moment." Kevin nodded to you dancing and twirling along in the front of a group of girls, a big smile on your face. "Don't worry about her right now. Just focus on the task in front of you."

All three of them danced with Veronica as everyone watched. Sweet Pea felt nervous again, with no you to make him feel better. At least not until he noticed you smiling at him and giving him two big thumbs up. He then flowed easily, thinking of how happy you would be if the two of you were dancing together on performing night.

Once he was done he went straight to you, with you responding with a hug. "That was so good. See, you don't have chicken legs. Fangs owes me ten bucks now, so thank you for that." He laughed and hugged you again, twirling you around.

"Wow," you both turned to Kevin, who was staring at Archie and Veronica. "You two are like your own Tony and Maria."

Sweet Pea looked down at you. "Huh. Looks like you got some competition."

You looked at him and shrugged, a smile still on your face. "Eh. Maria, Anita, it doesn't matter to me. As long as I'm playing a Shark girl I'm happy."

"Okay everybody! Practice is over for today." Kevin announced.

You began to grab your things when Sweet Pea went up to you. "Hey, uh, so I think I need some help with my lines. Maybe you could help me?"

Your back was turned to him, so you didn't see him rub his neck shyly. You spun around, a smile on your face. "Of course! We could practice tonight if you want." He put an arm around you and agreed.

The next few couple of days Sweet Pea did his best to try to get the role, with the help of you. He couldn't let Reggie kiss you. He couldn't let him touch you.

Kevin brought everyone together at the end of a practice. "So, I have finally picked the role of Toni." Everybody waited. "After a long thought process, I decided to go with Archie." Everybody clapped, and you frowned when you saw a disappointed Sweet Pea.

Kevin then announced that Sweet Pea would be Bernardo. You apologized to Sweet Pea, and he told you not to worry about it. That he could still watch over you to make sure Archie didn't try anything. You could see that he was sad.

As everybody left, you went up to Kevin. "Is it okay if we make a slight change in the casting? I think I have a better idea."

The next day was dress rehearsal. Sweet Pea got into his position and waited for Veronica to come out of the changing rooms to start. But she didn't. Who came out was you, in Anita's costume.

"What're you doing?" He asked as you stood next to him.

"You didn't hear?" He shook his head. You smiled brightly. "I had Kevin switch me and Veronica's roles to make you feel better. Tada!" You giggled. You then began to play with your dress as you swayed from side to side. "What do you think?"

He knew how much you loved this musical. How much you loved Maria's character. How much you gave up by switching roles for him. It sent a surge of warmth through him. That's why he wasn't thinking when he crashed his lips with yours.

You were shocked, and before you could reciprocate, he pulled away, eyes wide. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean– I didn't..."

When Kevin came into the auditorium, Sweet Pea stormed off. "What just happened?" He asked.

"I'll go get him." You said, speed walking to where you saw Sweet Pea leave. He was down the hall, sitting on the floor with his face buried in his hands. You walked over to him and sat next to him, gently pulling his wrists down for him to see you. "Hi."

His eyes were watery, tears threatening to spill. He was mad at himself. "I shouldn't have done that. I get it if you're mad."

You gave him a small smile, wiping away the small tears that came down. "Do you like me?"

He let out a small laugh, a smile forming on his face. "Course, who wouldn't?"

You crawled in between his legs, putting your weight on your knees as you rested your hands on his shoulders. "How much do you like me?"

His expression became a bit softer. "More than I like myself, I'll let you that much."

You chuckled and shook your head. "You should care for yourself more. You always worry about me, and take it upon yourself to protect me from anything or any guy." He breathed out a small laugh. "You always make sure I'm happy. You deserve to love yourself more. You're perfect. That's why I love you."

He looked at you in the eye, and he knew that you meant every word from the bottom of your heart. He lightly brushed his fingers against your cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

You leaned into his touch. "Please." He wrapped his other arm around your waist, tugging you to him where your lips met. You softly tugged at the back of his hair as you say on his lap. You then pulled away for breath, letting out a light laugh. "Y'know you never told me what you thought of my dress."

"Perfect." He said. "You are, and will always be, perfect."

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Author Note: Sorry this took long ~^~

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Prompt: Matt comes home from doing his nightly patrol a little bit bruised and accidentally wakes his kid. His kid who inherits too much of Karen's inquiring minds :)) Okay i'm just another anon who just found your Daddy Lessons fic and I absolutely adore it and it made my mind go haywire with possibilities of future Page-Murdock clans.

Oh, boy, Karedevil babies, huh? Who knew?

We all did. Let’s not lie to ourselves.

This is short, kinda fast, but hopefully it’s sweet enough to warrant a smile or two.

Also: any name suggestions for this kid?

Much love ♥

Middle name Trouble

Matt admits: he doesn’t really like Harlem.

He was all too happy to help Luke. His friend had done him many favors over the years, and he never really collected, so when he asked for Matt’s help, he couldn’t really say no.

And don’t get him wrong, he likes doing it for the sake of doing good, too, that’s why he puts on the mask in the first place, to help people, but damn. The thugs in Harlem are better trained in combat than the ones in Hell’s Kitchen.

When he comes back home, his ribs are throbbing. They’re not broken, but that one kick got him right. He’ll have Claire take a look at him in the morning.

“Shit”, he curses under his breath when he kicks an ambulance toy, the thing going “911! 911!” as it rolls away. Thankfully, it stops soon enough, and he listens for movement in his bedroom.

Nothing. Just her rhythmic breathing, sound asleep. Good.

He wasn’t so lucky with the second bedroom, though.

There’s shuffling, and little feet pat pat patting away from the bed. Quickly, Matt removes his mask and throws a sweater that is resting on the couch over himself, while the bedroom door opposite his and Karen’s opens.

“Daddy?” comes that little voice, sleepy but excited and he can’t help the smile. He could never, ever help it.

“Hi, baby”, he says, turning to face the five year old that owns his heart. “Did I wake you?”

“No”, she says, walking towards him, clutching her teddy bear with her left hand, and inside his arms. He’s kissing her temple when she goes on. “I was just thinking.”

Oh, his little girl.

“What were you thinking about?”

“School. We started meditating this week, but”, she shakes her little head. “It’s nothing like you taught me. All the kids do it wrong.”

“Well, you’ve been doing it a long time. Your friends just started, you have to be a little patient.”

“Yeah, but they keep giggling. They don’t take it seriously.”

He chuckles and almost tries to lift her to sit on his lap, but then his ribs complain again, so he just sits there on the couch, with her standing in front of him.

“Are you just coming home?” she asks, suddenly.

“What’s that?” he asks in turn, buying time.

“Why are you wearing boots?”

“Daddy had to be out a little late tonight, baby.”

“Why?”

Her mother’s child.

“Work.”

“Don’t you work in an office?”

“I do, bu-”

“I thought you were a lawyer.”

Again, he has to laugh, because she has inherited every bit of Karen’s curious mind, never letting go of an opportunity to ask, demand explanations to things she didn’t understand.

“I am a lawyer, honey, but sometimes I have to go some places, to better help my clients.”

“How come?”

“Well”, he says, pulling on her hand until she climbs on the couch by herself and sits by his side. “Sometimes I have to check to see if someone is telling the truth, or to better understand a situation, so I can do a better job in helping them.”

“Oh. That makes sense, I guess.”

They sit there for a minute, Matt’s fingers twirling a lock of her hair, her little feet hanging off the couch.

“Did someone hurt you?”

Matt’s brows raise.

“Why do you ask that?”

“You usually pick me up when you get home. You didn’t, this time, and mommy said that time that you couldn’t do that when you get hurt, remember? When that car hit you?”

‘The car’ had been Danny, who had gotten carried away during a boxing match.

“I remember.”

“So are you hurt now? Who hurt you? What happened?”

“Nothing happened, baby, don’t worry.”

“But-”

“I didn’t pick you up because I’m tired. Daddy’s not hurt.”

To prove his point, he moved to pick her up from his side and place her on his leg. He did it, but failed to mask the wince.

“See?” she pressed, her voice demanding and already a little scared. “You’re hurt, daddy, I know you are!”

“It’s nothing, sweetheart, it was just a little accident earlier.”

“Last week Mark hit Kevin during recess, and Miss Evans said it is not nice to play like that.”

“Miss Evans is right.”

“But then I remember I saw you once, in that place, and you were hitting a man.”

Oh, boy. That was almost a year ago, when Karen stopped by the gym to pick him up. He was not counting on his daughter remembering him in the ring.

“That’s different. That was boxing, it’s a… Controlled sort of fighting.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there are rules you have to follow. And you only fight people who know how to defend themselves, and understand all the rules, too.”

“So it’s a game?”

She’s five. Are five year olds supposed to have such a sharp attention to details?

“No, not a game. It’s a sport, like baseball. But you have to train really hard to be able to do it, otherwise you can really hurt someone.”

“But you are hurt.”

“It happens, baby.”

“Is this why you’re wearing these clothes? You have to wear special clothes to play-fight - to sport-fight? To keep you from getting hurt?”

Shit. How does he explain the suit?

“I wasn’t fighting right now.”

“Then why are you wearing this?”

“What are you two doing?” came Karen’s voice, hoarse from sleep, from their bedroom door.

“Daddy just got home, mommy”, replied their girl, all too eager to show efficiency. “He’s a little hurt, but don’t worry. He was just poxing earlier.”

“Poxing?” Karen asks, walking to the living room, moving her hair out of her face.

“Boxing, baby”, Matt helps.

“Yes, that.”

“Hmm”. With a yawn, Karen picks her up from Matt’s lap. “You were supposed to be asleep, missy.”

“I know, but I’m stressed”, she says and Matt has to laugh in silence while Karen walks to the kitchen with their girl in her arms.

“You’re stressed”, she repeats, skeptical.

“I have a lot of homework. We’re learning the alphabet and ‘W’ is really hard.”

Matt is quick in his shower. When he gets out, Karen is blowing on a cup of tea for herself and the tiny little hurricane they made together is sitting on the counter with her own mug of warm milk.

“God, you look more like our dad every day”, Karen is saying.

“Do I?” she asks while Matt kisses Karen. “Uncle Foggy says I look like you, mommy.”

“You have my eyes, but the rest is all dad.”

“Miss Evans says he’s really handsome. Does that mean I’m handsome, too?”

Matt is laughing while Karen straightens up.

“Oh, she does, huh? She said that to you, that your dad is handsome?”

“No, not to me. I heard her talking to Mrs. Pang.”

“Drink your milk, baby”, Matt instructed, getting a cookie from the jar for himself.

“So does that mean I’m handsome too?”

“You, my love, are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

She must have found that really funny, because she laughed, so much like Karen, that same pitch.

“How do you know that, daddy? You can’t see me.”

“Oh, you don’t think I know what my daughter looks like? Hmm?” he joked, moving to touch her face, and she closed her eyes, like she did since before she could sit up on her own. “I know every little detail of you, teddy bear, don’t you ever forget that.”

“How do you know, though?”

“Ok, that’s enough questioning for tonight”, Karen decided, putting her mug in the sink and moving to get her from the counter.

“No, but mommy!” came the protest.

“No buts. You have school tomorrow. Say goodnight to your father, you have to go to bed, now.”

“Daddy, tuck me in, please, please!”

“Daddy is tired, honey.”

“Please, please, daddy!”

“It’s ok”, he said, trying not to laugh at all the drama, kissing Karen quickly before lifting the small one in his arms, succeeding in hiding the wince this time. “Say ‘goodnight, mommy’.”

“Goodnight, mommy.”

She leaned in and kissed Karen on the cheek, who returned it with a caress on the chubby face.

“Good night, my love. Sweet dreams.”

He walked with her to the smaller bedroom, once again kicking the little ambulance, “911! 911!” echoing in the apartment.

“When are you teaching me braille?” she asked once she was in bed and Matt was tucking her in.

“As soon as you learn to read a few more words in school.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. You go to sleep now.”

With a kiss to her forehead and a quick prayer, he left her nightlight on and got up to leave.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Try not to get hurt anymore, ok?”

He smiled.

“I’ll try. Now sleep. Say your prayer.”

“I will. Good night.”

“Good night, love.”

He lied down on his own bed, sighing, clutching his side, massaging a little of the pain away. He was sore. Claire was gonna make him take some pills, he just knew it.

“I put your mask away”, Karen said, coming to lie by his side, getting under the covers. “You left it on the couch.”

“Oh, thanks. Sorry, she didn’t really give me a chance to hide it.”

With a sigh, she moved and touched his face, supporting her weight on her elbow, looking down at him.

“She’s really smart.”

“Curious. Just like you.”

“Stubborn. Like you.”

“Oh, I’m the stubborn one?”

With a smile he knew she liked, he closed his eyes, moving his hand until he reached her leg, pulling it over him, making her drop to kiss him and then lie with her head on his chest.

“She’s gonna give us trouble, that one.”

“Well”, Karen sighed, adjusting, careful with his wounds. “She’s our daughter. Trouble is probably in her DNA.”

.:.

He got to the office after court and smiled. The baby shampoo scent of her hair took up almost the whole office.

“Hi Vic”, he greeted the secretary who sat on her desk. “Any news here?”

“Hi. No, everything is normal. The little one is in, she’s with Mr. Nelson. How was it in court?”

He smiled and raised his brows, hanging his coat by the door, and the young woman tapped her desk. “You won! That’s great! Congratulations!”

“Thank you. Are there any messages?”

“Not for today, no. Mr. Rand called, to confirm your meeting tomorrow, but that’s it.”

“Ok. You have the notes on the case?”

“I do, they’re on your desk.”

“Thanks. You can go, now, if you want. I imagine Foggy is also done?”

“He is. They’ve been reading for half an hour, now.”

He walked to the conference room and smiled at the scene even before he opened the door: Foggy and kid were sitting by the big table, Matt’s daughter boosted by books and files, a book closed in front of her.

“Ssss…. She… Sheer… lock. Sheerlock?” that little voice bounced off the walls.

“This one is a little different. Sherlock. It’s a name”, Foggy instructed, sweetly.

“Ok. The adventures of Sherlock… Ho… Hol-mes. Holmes.”

“That’s right.”

“The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes!”

“Yes! Oh my God, you’re so good at this!”

They high-fived and she giggled.

“What are we doing?” Matt said, walking inside.

“Daddy! Look, I can read this, now!”

Sitting on the chair by her side, Matt pressed a kiss on her head and waited as she got ready to read the rest of the cover.

“This book is ‘The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes’. The… Com…plate… Complete! Ill-us-tra-ted sssho- short stooor-y-es. Storyes? Stories! The Complete Illustrated Short Stories!”

“Oh my God, she did it!” Foggy celebrated, over the top as ever, both arms up in cheers.

“That’s amazing, honey”, Matt praised. “But isn’t this book too big? Shouldn’t you start with something smaller?”

She told him that the books her teacher used in class were not very good. “Very silly”, were her words, so she asked Foggy for a better one.

“And you went with British literature?”

“It was the only non-legal book I had handy”, said his friend.

“Daddy I can learn braille, now! I know all the letters and a bunch of words!”

“We’ll see”, he said, putting her on the floor and getting her coat off the back of the chair.

When the three of them left the office, she was perched on Foggy’s shoulders, reading every sign she could while they walked towards his and Karen’s place.

“Pet-sho- Oh! A pet shop!” she pointed while they passed one and Matt pulled on Foggy’s arm to make him walk faster. He did not need her begging for a kitty or a puppy right now. “Daddy!”

“Who’s hungry?”

She read them all the items on the big menu inside the burger place they chose to have dinner, insisting on placing the order herself.

“So, guess what?” Foggy started once they were seated in a booth. “You’re gonna be a godfather.”

Matt took a second, then raised his brows in surprise.

“What?! Oh my God, man, congratulations!”

“What is it?” the peanut asked while Matt and Foggy got up to share a hug. “What’s going on?”

“Uncle Foggy’s gonna have a baby!”

They explained that aunt Marci was pregnant, that it meant she was gonna have a new friend, but it was gonna take a little time for them to get here.

“So”, she asked, mouth full of burger, after they were all sitting down again. “How do you make a baby?”

After five seconds of stunned silence, Foggy burst out in laughter and Matt sighed.

Five years old. He figured he would have at least a few more years until he had to have that conversation.

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