#If he got help earlier maybe he could have led a nice life

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Me when I analyze my favorite media, and something new clicks, and I love it even more than I already did:

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Dad Eddie where daughter starts giving people at school the finger because she’s seen her dad do it

anon, so I totally went all out on this one. bringing an unexpected cameo haha than you for this request! I hope this is what you wanted! xx

pairing: dad!Eddie Munson x wife!reader tags: part of my dad!Eddie series, this takes place 1997, Arwen Munson getting in trouble at school, no mention of baby brother but he's alive and probably at daycare (Steve), we're in the principals office oh no, Eddie standing up for his daughter, not so nice teachers, typical Eddie and Arwen behavior, we are fully supportive. word count: 1.7k oops a/n: I have more requests incoming :)

When you swung open the school’s front door, the smells of childhood filled your senses. Did every elementary school smell the same way? Was that a good thing? Whatever the case, the smells of crayons, cleaning supplies and germs was not how you envisioned your morning. 

Your boss was annoyed at your sudden need to leave work at the demand of Arwen’s principal. His tone only meant she had done bad and a parent conference was due. Eddie was on his way from work to meet you as well and together you would both tackle your first (and hopefully last) time sitting in an office due to your daughter's behavior. 

“Hi,” You attempted a smile at the receptionist. “I am here for a meeting with the Principal? I’m Arwen Munson’s mom.” 

“Ah yes, wait right here.” The woman led you to a row of chairs and you waited patiently.

Arwen was a good kid. She would never do anything maliciously. It was inconvenient that they didn’t explain the reason over the phone, making the dramatics of having you come in. Arwen was in 3rd grade, she was raised to use her words and to be respectful. There was no way she got into a fight or bullied someone. There was no way she’d find herself in those situations. And if she did… You prayed it didn’t come to that. 

You couldn’t help but feel that you were in trouble. In middle school, you only had to come to the principal’s office once because of a miscommunication.  Eddie always teases you for your good record and how you’d never do anything bad. In high school, he’d call you adorable for it. 

The other side of you were nervous for how this would look as Arwen is the daughter of Eddie Munson. What if she really didn’t do anything wrong but because of her dad, the veteran teachers who once taught her dad are now treating her like they wish they did him. That was unfair. Especially since Eddie was a kid who acted out as a mask. A defense for how he really viewed himself. If only these schools recognized that earlier instead of showing him he wasn’t worth two cents. 

The front doors barged open and you heard “I’m here! I’m here! Sorry I’m late. Was stuck under a car for 3 hours.”

“And you are?” The secretary asked nonchalantly. Close to the way the secretary at Hawkins High would sound when she heard a younger Munson run in tardy. 

“Oh-” You could hear the surprise in your husband’s voice. “Right, Eddie Munson. Father of Arwen Munson.” 

“Your wife is around the corner, you can wait for Arwen and Principal Jenkins there.” 

Your husband wrapped around the corner and gave you a smirk when he saw you. He threw a red and black flannel over his work shirt and jeans. A few rings helped make him look more put together and not as if he just came from the repair shop. 

“Well well well, I’m getting flashbacks.” He said as he slumped down into the chair next to you. “How are you?” He asked, leaning over to give you a quick kiss as a greeting. 

“I was doing good until I got this call.”

“It’s probably nothing.” Eddie reassured.

“If it was nothing, we wouldn’t get called up here. I’m just scared how this will affect her school life from now on.”

“I highly doubt it will, sweetheart. Besides, we don’t know what she did. Maybe this is a good thing! Maybe she got an award!” As he gave your lap a quick pat, you sighed.

“Maybe. Just the tone they gave makes me scared she's in trouble.”

“Mom?” You heard your daughter ask across the office. She stood there with her lunch bag which showed she was pulled from the cafeteria. Her hair was fashioned into a high ponytail after seeing DJ from Full House wear it that way. Her overalls unclasped from one side revealing an old faded band t-shirt that has shrunken from Eddie’s collection. When you locked eyes, she immediately looked away embarrassed of whatever she did.

“Hey, sweet girl.” You smiled. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Munson?” You heard someone call from behind you. Principal Jenkins was standing outside her door with a slight smile. 

“That’s us.” Eddie responded. 

“Come on in.” She walked into her room, inviting you to come inside. Arwen ran over and gave you and Eddie a quick hug before going inside with you. “Please sit.” 

The three of you sat in the chairs lined up on the other side of her desk. Arwen sitting between you and Eddie. You rubbed Arwen's back consolingly before facing the principal. 

“Thank you for coming on such short notice.” She started. Another set of smiles were sent her way despite you both being annoyed you had to leave work. “I wanted to start off by saying I am very proud of Arwen’s academics. She has complete excellence in all her studies and her special area classes. I wanted to ask if she would be considered for our gifted program.” 

Relief ran over you as the good news was delivered. You looked over at Eddie who showed nothing but a proud face. He gently shook your daughter’s shoulders. 

“That’s my girl! Yes, that would be amazing.” You noticed Arwen’s lack of enthusiasm and patted her leg.

“Is that something you’d want to do?” You asked. 

“There is one thing though.” The principal started. 

Oh no.

“It seems this morning Arwen decided to effect that perfect citizenship grade by an act of throwing a middle finger at her substitute teacher as well as some of her students.” 

“What?” you asked, baffled.

“I bring this up as a concern because that would affect the final process of the gifted program application. Her homeroom teacher must approve that she is capable of maintaining good citizenship when brought into the gifted classes.” The principal didn’t seem too happy. 

“Arwen, baby, why did you do that?” Disappointment settled in as your daughter sat quietly, kicking her feet slightly under her chair. 

“Sweetheart, you know that’s not appropriate to do.” Eddie added, yet his face seemed more worried. 

“I didn’t mean to. I just got really mad.” She admitted. 

“What happened?” You asked. 

“Mrs. O’Donnell saw my last name and asked if you were my dad.” She looked toward Eddie. The name rang the bell as your old English teacher from Hawkins High. Guess her retirement meant coming to torment 8 year olds. “I said yes and she said she hopes I don’t turn out like you. That she didn’t like the Munson kids. So I just did it.” Eddie sighed, knowing she didn’t know of the things he went through in school. Including the time he gave Hawkins high Principal and Mrs. O'Donnell the bird as he got his diploma...

Sure she knew he was a bit of a troublemaker but you didn’t tell her specifics. That was unfair of O’Donnell to say that to her but not okay to respond that way, especially with her presumption of Eddie’s children. 

“Yes, we are taking care of Mrs. O’Donnell’s behavior but it was not okay to do that on Arwen’s part especially toward her fellow students.” 

“They were laughing at me instead of standing up for me!” She exclaimed. 

“I can’t take away the mark on her citizenship for that as it is still behavior we do not allow.” The principal added.

“How does that affect her ability to do the gifted program?” You asked. 

“Her homeroom teacher has to approve that she is able to show good conduct in difficult situations.” 

“I promise, this was a one time thing.” Eddie reassured.

“I do hope so, Mr. Munson. I’m only concerned about how she has learned that behavior.” Her tone showed a hint of judgment. 

Your eyes widened, knowing this was a trigger for Eddie. 

“My daughter is nothing like me. She is more than I could ever be. I will not tolerate teachers having assumptions of her due to the mistakes I made when I was in school. This gifted program is an amazing opportunity for her and I don’t want that to be affected by anything other than her own accomplishments. We will make sure she does nothing like that again. But she deserves this.” 

You’ve never heard Eddie like that before. Prompted by his own past and his defense for your daughter, he truly has shown his growth. You didn’t think you could love him anymore but here you were, smiling wide at him as he stood up for your daughter. 

“Thanks, dad.” Arwen smiled. 

“We will put it into consideration, thank you for coming in.” Principal Jenkins was lost for words. The three of you stood up and left the office. 

“How do you feel about getting checked out and getting some dessert?” Eddie asked Arwen, giving her shoulders a tight squeeze as he led her to the front of the school. 

“Eddie…” You whispered.

“It’s okay I need to talk to her about a few things.” You simply nodded, trusting his judgment. “Go grab you stuff from your class, I’ll be checking you out.” 

“Okay!” Arwen smiled and ventured toward her class.

You and Eddie walked back toward the front where the secretary you greeted earlier sat.

“Hi, we’re going to check out Arwen Munson for the day.” 

“Alright, her class is at a special area class so she will be brought up with her teacher. Wait right here.”

Eddie put his arm around you and you wrapped yours around his waist in response.

“Are you okay?” You asked. 

“I’m doing great.” He responded. 

“Mr. Munson.” You heard. Turning around, you saw Arwen being brought to the front by Mrs. O’Donnell. This is why he checked her out…

“Ah Mrs. O’Donnell. Missed me so much you came out of retirement to see my daughter.” 

“Eddie!” You lightly smacked his back. 

“Yes, she is wonderful.” Mrs. O’Donnell deadpanned.

“Oh and thank you for those kind words you said today about me. Always a pleasure knowing you think so highly of me. Have a good one.” He said as Arwen walked toward the two of you. He wrapped her around and led the both of you out of the school.

“But she didn’t, dad.” She looked up at your husband.

“I know,” he said as he shut the door. “and so does she.” He said before quickly flipping off the school and running to his car laughing with Arwen.

So that’s where she learned it from… 

Looks like you had to be the one to get onto the both of them but you couldn’t help but be proud of the way they defended each other. 

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A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 1

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the classroom loner and you like it that way. Then you found this kitten and one thing led to another and before you knew it, you weren't alone anymore.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

So, the school had ended and the students were waiting for their club activities to start. You were minding your own business, reading the latest issue of your precious manga when you suddenly heard the loudest and most annoying squeal come from across the classroom.

"So, teach Rengoku is so handsome!"

"And he is, like, so nice!"

You sighed as you heard some girls in your classroom laugh and giggle with each other. You secretly glanced at them on the other side of the room and sure enough, they had flocked together like some hens around this one girl's desk by the window.

You didn't get them. Why chase after something you wouldn't get no matter what? Sir Rengoku was a teacher and a good man, he wouldn't get involved with some young and foolish girls who were head over heels for him. The same went for teachers Tomioka and Uzui, who were also on most girls' dream man lists.

You frowned as you turned your focus back on the manga, but you were now in a foul mood thanks to those annoying classmates of yours.

What, just because you sat by the windows you were suddenly a heroine of this life? Get real.

"Hey, you!" Someone suddenly called you and you silently turned to look at the same girls responsible for your poor mood. They were all smiling and you couldn't help but notice how they were breaking the dress code with their make-up and such.

"Hey hey, can you help us with cleaning?" One of the girls asked and the other one smiled, "You're so good at it, I bet we'll be done in ten minutes with your help!"

Was that supposed to be a compliment? Did they really expect that you would fall for that cheap manipulation? You knew that the second you agreed to help them they would flee and leave all the cleaning to you. It wasn't even your turn to clean the classroom, and when it was your turn you had no help whatsoever.

"Sorry, I have things to do." You replied quietly as you got up, grabbed your shoulder bag, and left the classroom. You seriously hated those girls and the guts they had. Whatever, you weren't fully lying when you told them you had things to do.

The latest issue of your manga had just yesterday arrived at the bookstores and you were eager to purchase it, alongside some treats from the grocery store on your way home. Then, in the silence of your own home, you would enjoy the manga with chips, candy, and maybe some Cola.

You were by the shoe lockers and about to take out your indoor shoes and switch them to your regular ones, but then you remembered the precious manga that you had accidentally left back in the classroom. You had left in such a hurry that you had probably left it on your desk.

Turning around, you approached the classroom and you were about to slide the door open when you heard the earlier pretty girls talking.

"-so what's her problem?"

Who were they talking about now?

"She is so gloomy."

Ah, they were talking about you.

"And so unfriendly!"

"Like, she totally is!"

"No wonder she has no friends."

Hello, you could still hear them. If they had something to say to you then they should say it to your face. Don't hide amongst your girlfriends or behind closed doors.

Well, either way.

You slammed the door open and the girls flinched as they whipped their heads to look at you. You paid them no mind, not even glancing at them as you walked to your desk and picked up the manga you had forgotten. As fast as you had arrived, you left, making sure to close the door behind you, but you didn't leave immediately.

"Do you think she heard us?" You heard one of them whisper.

"She didn't say anything so maybe not?" One of them replied.

"Even if she did, what would it matter?" Another girl said. "It's not like she has friends or anything!"

"True true!" They all laughed and you frowned as you grounded your teeth together and left.

So what if you had no friends? What would it matter?" Would you die if you didn't have any? Would the government collapse? Would the world as you knew end?

No, so why would you bother getting someone that you would end up having to serve and suck up to? You never had friends and you wouldn't need them in the future either.

With this in your mind, you went to change your shoes and left the school grounds. Fall was already upon you all and the air was slowly but surely getting colder, just like days turned shorter and darker.

One would think that the start of the new school year would be a new start for a loner like you, but you preferred your own company over others.

You even had special permission from certain teachers that you wouldn't have to take part in group assignments since you performed poorly with other people and honestly, not that many wanted to work with you when you would only give them cold shoulder and nothing else.

You even hadn't picked up any club activities and you knew you would probably have to pick something soon. Maybe offer to serve in the school library again? That place was quiet and no one really bothered you unless they really had to.

Ugh, whatever, it was another day's problem. You had plans now either way. You would buy the newest volume of your manga that had just come to the bookstore, go home, and enjoy the heck out of it.

Yes, just by thinking about it you were already getting in a better mood. Nothing could bring you down now anymore!

It didn't take long for you to make your way to your local bookstore where you did all your book and comic shopping and you were right, the latest issue was right there and there were still plenty of copies left. You happily purchased the manga and slipped it alongside the receipt into your shoulder bag.

You were just on your way to the high-rise where you lived when suddenly-!

"Mew!"

Your whole body froze the second you heard the tiniest little cry. You looked around yourself but couldn't see the source of the cry. Maybe you imagined it. You turned to continue your journey when you heard the mew again.

Okay, you were now damn sure that you were not imagining that. Deciding to investigate, you made your way to the alley where you heard the soft meowing coming from…

"Mew!"

There it was again! You looked behind a dumpster and saw the tiny grey kitten meowing there. You blinked as your mind was filled with happy thoughts when you saw something so cute you could barely stand.

You knew by what you had read from some manga that you shouldn't take a kitten because mama cat might be somewhere close by… But you couldn't see any signs of other cats anywhere nearby.

"Hi, there little baby…" You hummed quietly as you kneeled and offered your hand for the kitten to sniff. The little thing mewed softly as it sniffed your finger and then gently bit it. It stung, but it was nowhere near hurting you.

"You sound hungry. Are you hungry?" You asked and the little one meowed sadly.

Okay, you could feel regret crawling up your arms if you left this kitten there and if something bad happened to it. Sighing, you picked up the little thing and carefully held it in your arms, but before you left the alley, you checked the little one's gender.

"I think I'm calling you Lady because you are a fair little girl." You thought out loud and the little one looked at you with those big shiny sky blue eyes before meowing.

A couple of days passed and you hummed a little song under your breath on your way back to your apartment, the grocery bag hanging in your hand, filled with cat food meant for small kittens, some formula just in case the little one needed more weight, some wet food, and toys.

As you were passing the alley where you had found the poor kitten, you overheard someone talking.

"Did you see her?"

"No, she wasn't hiding in the dumpster either."

"I hope she hasn't met her fate against a passing car…"

One of them sounded familiar. Maybe even a little too familiar. You peeked past the wall and saw the tall and muscular man, teacher Himejima, and a student… He had a similar uniform that other boys in your school wore. You didn't know his name, you never really had a reason to since you usually avoided every living human being.

You wanted to avoid them, but you couldn't help from overhear that they were searching for someone. A girl, but someone small enough to hide in dumpsters if needed to?

Your mind went immediately to the small kitten you had found and before you could plan your approach, your legs were already carrying you to the two men.

"Teacher Himejima?" You called out and the blind teacher of yours turned to look at you, but so did the young male student. You glanced at him, but he seemed frozen in place for some reason.

"Young miss?" The hulking huge teacher of yours called your name and you nodded, but you realized he couldn't see you.

"Yes, it's me," You said as you nodded again and looked at your fellow student, "Sorry, I couldn't help but hear you talking. Are you looking for something?"

The young man nodded shakily, but it was your teacher who replied, "Yes, a small grey kitten. Genya here found her earlier this week, but couldn't catch her…"

"Aah," You nodded as you raised the bag in your hand, the rustling alerting your teacher, "Sorry, I found her and took her home with me."

"I understand," Gyomei nodded and much to your shock he started to cry, "I'm so happy to hear that the kitten is safe…!"

"Sir, please don't cry!" You were starting to panic. You had heard that this teacher of yours could be a little emotional but you hadn't witnessed it before in person!

"If you want, you can come and check on the kitten yourself if you want?" You offered generously and instantly regretted it. Your apartment was your safe haven and your space only. You didn't like sharing it, other than with the little kitten.

"Ah, I cannot join you for it would be inappropriate for a teacher to visit their student's home…" Gyomei nodded as he turned to address the young man next to him, "All you alright with checking on the kitten by yourself Genya?"

Ah, yes, Genya was his name. You made sure to try and remember that name.

"Yes, sir…" The young man nodded and all three of you left the alley. Once you bid Sir Gyomei farewell, you glanced at your fellow student, "So… You're Genya?"

"Y- yes…" He nodded quietly as he averted his gaze, avoiding any eye contact with you. You blinked in confusion, but you then thought that maybe he was just painfully shy. You could live with that. You introduced yourself to him and he nodded quietly. Without further delays, you started to lead Genya towards your high-rise.

You were entering the entrance code when you noticed that Genya wasn't following you. You looked over your shoulder and saw him admiring the huge building where you lived.

"You coming?" You asked and he snapped out of his thoughts or whatever place where his mind wandered. Quietly, he followed you inside and the two of you took the elevator to your floor.

Once inside, you were telling him to take off his shoes when you heard a small meow. Both you and the young man turned to look and you saw the small ball of grey fur make her way to you.

"Hi there Lady," You greeted the little kitten as you raised the plastic bag in your hands, "I got treats for you."

Hearing the bag rustle excited the little creature and you smiled at the sound of her meowing.

"You, uh…" Genya started slowly, "You named her Lady?"

"Yes, since she is a fair lady." You nodded as you went to put away all the cat food you bought, but before you did that, you glanced at your guest over your shoulder, "Do you like coffee or tea?"

"Y- you don't need to make me anything…"

"This is my home, you're my guest, so my house, my rules." You said with a serious look, "So which one you want?"

"I…" He looked down at his socks, "Tea would be nice, thank you…"

"No worries," You nodded as you entered your small kitchen and put the electric kettle on. You noticed that Genya looked like a lost duckling there at the entrance of your apartment so you called him over, "Come as sit on the couch."

"Yes…!" He walked to your living area and took a seat on the couch by your coffee table. He was so fucking nervous, you almost thought he might pass out soon. Maybe some small snack would help?

You opened your fridge and noticed that you still had some Cola left.

"Oh hey, sorry, if you want, I got some Cola also." You wondered out loud. How could you forget your Cola? You glanced at Genya, "Would you like some Cola instead of coffee or tea?"

"Yes, please…"

You nodded as you turned the kettle off, grabbed the bottle and two glasses from your cabinet, and filled them with the dark sugary liquid. You gave Genya his glass, which he thanked you for and you took a seat across from him.

"So…" You nodded and the young man nodded back quietly.

"Uh…" You looked outside the window, "It's getting windy out there, right? Fall is upon us."

"Yes… It is…" Genya nodded and you felt like a fish out of water.

Oh God, you had been so quiet and cynical for so long that you didn't know how to properly speak anymore. Also, you never had guests come to your little home before so Genya was the first one. Maybe you should ask about something he would feel more comfortable talking about.

"So, uh…" You started awkwardly, "Are you in any school clubs?"

"I'm…" He swallowed nervously, "I'm a member of the school's sharp-shooting club…"

"Ooh," You nodded, quite impressed actually, "That's… Pretty cool."

"T- thank you?" Genya looked surprised, hearing you compliment his club choice. Surprised and maybe a little happy?

"You, uh…" The man looked around and saw your full bookshelf, "You read a lot?"

"Huh?" You blinked in confusion before you realized that he meant your huge manga collection. "Ah, yeah, mainly just some manga. Nothing fancy or such."

"You… Have an impressive collection." He said and you were truly confused by this feeling in your chest. Suddenly there was a little meow and Lady decided to join you and Genya. You expected her to come to you, but she immediately went to rub her head against Genya's foot.

The young man smiled a little as he gently petted the kitten and you were both kinda happy and jealous. You sipped your drink and Genya copied you before petting Lady again.

"She seems to like you." You thought out loud and he nodded, "She was so thin when I found her… I couldn't take her because of my brother… I'm happy that she is safe."

"Me too." You nodded as you watched the two of them interact. You found yourself curious, "Is your brother allergic to animals?"

"No, why?" He asked and you shrugged, "You said you couldn't take her because of him. Why, is it because he is allergic?"

"Ah, no, nothing like that…" Genya frowned a little, but tried to hide it, "He thinks school is more important and animals are just a distraction from homework and exams."

"Oof, that sucks." You thought out loud and immediately felt bad, "Sorry, I meant no harm. I don't know your brother or his reasoning."

"It's okay… He is actually a teacher in our school."

"Oh?" You raised your brows in slight confusion, "Who?"

"Sanemi Shinazugawa."

"Hm…" You frowned, "Doesn't sound familiar…"

"White hair and many scars." He told you and your eyes widened as you finally realized who his brother was!

"Oh, the math teacher!" You exclaimed as you nodded, "Yeah, he is pretty strict about school and math."

"That he is…" The young man nodded and you almost felt bad that his brother was so obsessed with good grades and such.

"I, uh…" Genya suddenly swallowed nervously, "I guess I should go… Now that I know that Lady is okay…"

"Ah, okay…" You nodded as you got up and went to take the empty glasses to the kitchen sink while Genya made his way to the entrance. He already had his shoes on when you went to say goodbye to him.

"So, uh…" You looked around, not knowing where to look, "I guess we see each other at school?"

"Yeah… I guess…" Genya nodded as his face turned red again.

"Okay… See ya?" You nodded and he nodded back before turning and leaving your apartment. You closed the door behind him and for some reason, you felt your legs almost give up.

You quickly went to sit on your couch and sighed. What the heck was wrong with you? Why did you feel so… Happy after talking to a human? You hated other humans, why was Genya so different?

Suddenly, Lady meowed and you realized that she must have been hungry.

"Ah, sorry Lady. What would you like, chicken or tuna?"

She meowed again and you nodded as you smiled a little, "Chicken it is."

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A Wonderful Twelve Days of Christmas

The surprise was a team-up/collab with @kinokoshoujoart to provide you guys with Twelve Days of your favorite A Wonderful Life bachelor/ettes! All of the lovely art credits go to @kinokoshoujoart, who also provided immense help with the themes/prompts and proofreading each one. Thank you so much!! I've loved our collab and am excited to share it with everyone!

Day One - Nami

“Hey, do you have some time?” she asked the busily working farmer. 

Nami had spent most of the previous night tossing and turning before deciding she needed to do this. She didn’t want to do it alone, and you offered her support at every turn. Nami fought a sigh of relief as your head eagerly bobbed in confirmation. She was grateful for you filling the silence and distracting her nerves as Nami led you toward the city. 

The Starry Night Market had grown since she came with her dad years ago. The booths spread from the mountain’s base like a patchwork quilt of brightly colored vendors. It could be its own little town. Nami was already regretting coming. The small, quiet Forget-Me-Not Valley was more her speed than the crowd. She thought that maybe such things weren’t always terrible, peeking over to see your excitement. 

“I just wanted to get something nice for Tei, Lou, and Rock for welcoming me at the inn this year,” Nami mumbled as an excuse. If you thought anything of her thinly veiled lie to hide her feelings, Nami couldn’t see it. Instead, she focused on keeping her face passive as you grabbed her hand. 

“So, we don’t get separated!” you beamed, following Nami’s lead. “They’ll be happy with anything you give them.” 

She was doing her best to focus on finding gifts. Nami wanted to ensure she got the best possible thing for each member of her found family. Even if she would never openly call them that. A heartfelt gift would surely convey her words without needing to say them herself. Shopping would be easier if it weren’t for the press of people and the tempting cart that kept making rounds. The sweet potato vendor drew her gaze each time he appeared. Nami jerked her head away again to see you cradling a dog figurine. 

“Are you getting that?” 

“Nah, I don’t need it,” you blushed, setting the figure back down amongst its friends. 

As she completed her final purchase, Nami realized you weren’t hovering at her shoulder. She quickly took advantage of the lapse to purchase the dog figurine and hide it with her other purchases. Her heart skipped a beat as she completed the sale and looked for you. Where could you have gone? Soft fabric encircled her neck as you reappeared, draping the scarf Nami eyed earlier around her neck. Nami bit into her cheek, trying to ignore the swell of joy. She would never have thought you would buy her a gift she couldn’t be bothered to get herself. Nami prepared to lecture you about walking off to hide her feelings. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait until Starry Night. I’ve got you this too! You’ve been eyeing them all day. I want to see what the craze is all about,” you rapidly said, thrusting a foil-wrapped treat towards her. 

Nami’s cool facade thawed to reveal her brilliant smile as she unwrapped the aluminum to reveal a piping hot sweet potato. This had been a really great day. Nami hoped she could spend more time with you like this in the future. She worried too much happiness like this would make it impossible to leave the valley, but maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Nami could make a home there with you. She couldn’t wait for Starry Night to give you the gift she purchased for you.

[brittle-doughie]

Heya, I'm new to your blog, but I immediately fell in love with the disastrous life of Y/N cookie😅

Is it possible to request a small fic about y/n cookie looking for an engagement ring and the other cookies wracking their brains over who the lucky cookie is? Pls and thanks♡

Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie

It do be a nice looking ring tho.

Hearing that Y/N Cookie was on the search for a missing wedding ring has led various others to push their advances and deeds further in order to win their favor!

Cheesecake Cookie would whisk you away to a more glorious party then usual! Much of the food was your favorite and the gifts were oddly things you wanted for a while now, alongside some top coin items like the latest model of phone, TV, game console, etc. Cheesecake was going to get you these things earlier, but hearing about an engagement ring really accelerated her plans! She treats you to a dance, fawns on you as you make conversation with her and other cookies, and goes out of her way to prove that she’s the perfect cookie for you! Just say the word and she’ll buy you anything you need!

After a long party, it would be Sea Fairy who comes across you next as you searched along the beach. She got really interested when you explained that you were looking for a wedding ring, she couldn’t stop blushing as she helped you look for it. She dreamed of the day you’d present her the ring, to ask her to be your one and only. She’s overly affectionate throughout your searching, hopeful that when you do find it, you’d propose to her right then and there~

Until right on cue, two more legendaries join the fray. Word traveled fast and the news of Y/N Cookie looking for an engagement ring was all the two needed to hear to come running, however it was obvious that the two cookies didn’t appreciate the presence of the other. Fire Spirit tried taking you along to look for the ring in the Dragon’s Valley, Wind Archer objected and suggested that he and Y/N Cookie look in the forests to find the ring! Sea Fairy grew irrriated and started to argue among them, the three legendaries starting a yelling match over who got to look for the ring..and who Y/N Cookie would marry! You awkwardly announced your departure and left as the three continued to argue.

You did figure that maybe the ring was in the vast forests, so it wouldn’t hurt to take a look. Bellflower Cookie greeted you as she sprouted out of the bushes, she did apologize after scaring you like that. She said that she was looking medicinal herbs when she heard that you were looking for a ring and she was happy to help look for it with you. The two of you strolled together as you looked around, Bellflower leaning close to you as she can. She talked about a certain that she was making, not for medicine or anything, but a herb that signified the bond between cookies, she hopes to gift that herb to the cookie for her some day, she hopes she isn’t too late to give it…as she stares right at you…

You tried the art gallery in town, where Butter Pretzel was waiting for you..for some reason. She greeted you with joy and a hug as she guided you to her latest craft, it was a portrait of you! She had this sudden burst of motivation lately that compelled to work on this masterpiece, she wanted to make sure it was absolutely perfect and didn’t miss out on any details. Many cookies have come to try and claim it, but were shunned away as she believed you couldn’t put a price on such a wonderful piece of a wonderful cookie! You chuckled and thanked for this wonderful piece, she casually waved it off and said it was no big deal, now if you could just tell her who the lucky cookie for that ring of yours was for! You struggled to answer her as she leaned in close to your face until her phone rang, her beaming eyes quickly turned to a scowl as she answered, almost yelling at whoever was at the other side! They were ruining the moment! You took a quick look around of the place before concluding it wasn’t here, you left right as Butter Pretzel got any louder yelling at her phone.

Croissant Cookie, being your best pal and all, is quick to arrive at your current location to help you to find what you’re trying to find, the ring! She offered to travel in time to track where you last left it and help get it back much quicker! You reminded her that even Timekeeper can’t exactly pinpoint any timeline involving you, something Croissant sheepishly agreed with, but was determined to help find this ring for you! She was so giddy and excited as she searched with you, she was waiting for the moment you found it and proposed to her! It only makes sense being you two were so close and such, no other cookie was fit to be your spouse more then her!

You were looking around the surrounding neighborhoods when you heard beeping sound of a vehicle next to you, it was Pizza Cookie in her bike. She asked you to hop in and the both of you can cover way more ground way more faster looking for that ring! You pretty much accepted that every cookie knew you were missing your ring and hopped in, she offered you a piece of pizza as you looked around. You needed to leave a good review at the shop, this cheese was wonderful in texture and flavor, Pizza’s grin could only get so wide as she watched you bite into the pizza. Surely the love of pizza meant a love for her, when they find that ring, she’s certain Y/N Cookie will propose to her soon after. She would so post about being engaged to a great cookie like you~

Kumiho Cookie took this as an opportunity to reclaim her spot as the focus of your affection, it would break her heart further to see you wedded to a cookie that wasn’t her. You were put off by how persistent she was coming along with you to look for it, she made the occasional remark about how much she cared about you as a friend and wished to help you out to find the ring. Her tail would raise up in worry and fear at the mention of any other cookie in your words that were close about the topic of the ring, especially Blueberry Pie Cookie. She felt territorial, she refuses to lose you again to another. She won’t allow it…

You were an outsider, but you were well acquainted with Blue Lily enough that she was more then happy to help you look for your ring in the forests near the tree. She’s more soft with you compared to other outsider cookies, smiling more often and intrigued by what you had to say. She gave her two cents about your ring, that the cookie you get engaged with should meet your standards and be just as capable to love you back as much as you love them. She won’t stand it if the cookie you marry doesn’t treat you right and she’ll see to it that they are reprimanded accordingly, she just cares about you too much to let you suffer in what’s supposed to be a great marriage. That cookie should treat you wonderfully, a cookie…like her~

You eventually do find the ring alone. You took it home and placed it in your closet as you took Blue Lily’s words to heart. The ring should go to the cookie that will love you as much as you love them. You had a small smile on your face as you closed the closet door. The ring will have its wearer when the time was right…

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 11: Liminal

It was finally here. The day Mirabel had been waiting for. Ever since she could remember, she’d heard wonderful stories about how when she turned five, she would get a magical gift, like everyone else in her family. Well except for her papá and tío Félix, but they hadn’t lived in casita when they turned five. But Mirabel had been living here her whole life, and today was the day! Soon, she would know exactly what amazing gift she would receive.

Her abuela always said she’d get a really special gift because she was a really special person. Mirabel wondered what gift she’d end up getting. She didn’t really like Isabela’s gift. Sure, the flowers were pretty, but she liked to trip Mirabel with vines and Mirabel always ended up crying after. Luisa’s gift was pretty cool, and Dolores’ too. It’d be fun to hear everything. Camilo’s gift might have been the coolest, but he liked to hide and pretend he was mean señora Ramírez from down the street who yelled whenever Mirabel got close to her yard. That made Mirabel cry too. She didn’t want a gift like that, which could be used to hurt people. She wanted something nice, like her mamá’s gift. Healing could only be used to help people. Mirabel wanted to help people.

She was so nervous and excited she could hardly eat breakfast. The table nudged her plate closer to her, reminding her of the arepas waiting to be eaten. Somehow, she managed to swallow a few bites, but she was just too excited to finish eating! Before her parents could say anything, she leaped up from her chair and ran outside. Her excitement made her want to run through the whole town and tell anyone who’d listen about the special ceremony she’d be part of tonight. That was when she’d find out what her awesome gift would be. She could hardly wait.

Eventually, she got tired of running around and went back home. And then her mamá insisted she take a nap! Mirabel really didn’t want to do that. What if she slept too much and missed the ceremony? She couldn’t risk not getting a gift!

After her mamá promised her that she would wake Mirabel up before the ceremony, and pointed out it would come sooner if Mirabel slept, Mirabel finally gave into her tiredness. When she woke up, the late afternoon sun shone brightly through her window. Mirabel threw back her covers and jumped out of bed. Time to get ready!

Her mamá helped her dress in the special ceremony dress and fixed her hair.

“Mamá, what gift am I going to get?”

“I don’t know, querida. No one knows what gift they’ll end up getting before they get it.” Mamá put the finishing touches on her bow.

“I hope it’s something really cool!” Mirabel exclaimed.

“I’m sure it’ll be something as wonderful as you are.” Abuela spoke from the door. “Come. It’s time for the ceremony.”

They led Mirabel downstairs. Everyone was already waiting. There were so many people there. Her family had invited the whole town to celebrate Mirabel getting a gift.

Nervous, Mirabel stood at the door, waiting. She saw her abuela smile and nod for her to come forward. Mirabel started walking towards the staircase, glancing apprehensively from one side to the other. So many people were there, in their casita. Maybe even more than for Camilo’s ceremony a few months earlier. She took a deep breath and walked through the crowd, wiping her sweaty palms on the skirt of her dress. Mamá probably wouldn’t be happy about it, but it was better than the candle slipping out of her hands. That would be way worse.

She paused at the bottom of the staircase, looking up to see her mamá and papá standing at the top. Next to them was her abuela, holding the magical candle, and behind her… Behind her was the door to Mirabel’s brand-new room! Isa wouldn't let Mirabel into her room, but Luisa's room was nice. And she vaguely remembered Camilo’s room being really interesting when they went in after his ceremony. She hoped hers was even more interesting.

Mirabel walked up the stairs, careful not to trip. Her shoes were a little uncomfortable, but her abuela had insisted that she dress her very best for this important night. It would be the most important night of her whole life, she said. Of course Mirabel wanted to look her best for the most important night of her life.

It seemed like the staircase was getting longer, not shorter, the higher up she went. With every footstep, she could hear her heart thumping in turn. Finally, she reached the top.

She looked to her mamá and papá for reassurance. Mamá beamed at her, clasping her hands over her heart. Papá tilted his head towards where abuela stood with the candle, urging her forward.

Taking a deep breath, Mirabel stepped towards abuela and took the candle in her hands. She watched the flame flicker as abuela gave a speech about the Madrigal family gifts and the blessings the candle had given to them and was about to give to Mirabel.

“Are you ready, Mirabel?” She asked quietly.

Mirabel nodded so hard she got dizzy. She had never been more ready for anything in her life!

Abuela took the candle out of her hands and stepped aside to reveal Mirabel’s door. It had a doorknob with the letter M on it, the same as Mirabel’s name.

The candle had dripped some wax while she was holding it, so Mirabel wiped her palms on her dress again. She didn’t want to make the shiny doorknob dirty with her wax covered hands.

Mirabel stood in front of the door, awed. This was it. This was the moment that would tell her what her gift was. Gold light swirled over the door, mirroring her excitement.

She had been waiting for this moment as long as she could remember. All she had to do now was open the door.

Taking a deep breath, she reached out her hand.

[coastielaceispunk]

Loved and Loaded - Gun Play with Zach Wellison

This is dedicated to my lovely @ezrasbirdie on their birthday! You showed special interest in this story and helped give me the confidence to write it, so here it is! All for you because you deserve all the things! Hope you had a wonderful time celebrating YOU, love!

Loved and Loaded

Zach Wellison x f!reader

Word Count: 4.9K+ (I am not sorry)

Warnings: Language, feelings, fluff, insecurities, military service mentions, past homelessness, use of firearms, descriptions of firearms, GUN PLAY (shotgun and pistol, NO insertion), gun competence kink, anxiety and PTSD, idiots in love, oral m receiving, unprotected PinV, little dirty talk, little begging, little cum play, little cockwarming, creampie. This got a little away from me because Zach deserves the world ok?!  

Masterlist | Kinktober Outline | Absurdthirst's Kinktober Prompt List

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Your boyfriend Zach is an angel, and sometimes you think you don’t deserve him because of how good he is to you. Dating five months now, you know you have already fallen for this warm and safe man. You want to say those three words but you don’t want to scare him off, even if you think he feels the same. It’s almost like an emotional standoff, both of you afraid of the same things because of your pasts. Zach is your angel, but an angel with many demons. Demons you have chosen to protect him against because you love him.

You met Zach when you moved into your new apartment in the big city, he is actually the building manager and has his own apartment on the top floor. You remember thinking to yourself, what a nice gig. This tall, broad shouldered, handsome brunette with deep chocolate eyes met you in the lobby to help you move in and tell you everything you needed to know about the building amenities and the area. You couldn’t stop staring at his beautiful nose that led to pink plush lips, if he noticed he didn’t say, and just smiled softly at you. He was so personable, and when he shook your hand and said your name for the first time, you were a goner. 

Zach helped you with your few boxes into the one-bedroom, his easy strength making the task fly by to your dismay. You wanted to know him more, wanted to see him in your new space. Strangely…he fit. Well, he made everything you own and the doorways he stood in look small, but he fit there. It seemed he didn’t want to leave right away either because he stayed and asked more about you, already past small talk. Learning that both of you were single made you take the leap.

“Zach, would you like to grab a coffee sometime? Maybe show me your favorite cafe you mentioned earlier?”

He watched as you nervously fiddled with the piece of tape in your hands, lifting his eyes to yours he sighed, “Yes, wow, I was trying to work up the courage to ask you, ha, sorry I’m no good at this. That would be great.”

Zach rubbed at the back of his neck and you stepped closer to place your hand on his arm. “You’re so good at this, that’s why I asked!”

Both of you smiled and for a second you were lost in his eyes again, his arm so warm under your hand beneath his flannel. 

“If you want to take a break now that everything's safe here, I could take you to lunch? I’d like to hear more about your new job.”

“I’d love that, Zach.”

That lunch turned into a walk through the park, then ice cream, then take-out Thai for a picnic dinner on the floor of your new apartment. He insisted on eating in his apartment but you’d thought this would be fun. It was. More intimate and relaxed, no pressure, small touches and so many shared laughs about the people you saw on your walk. Zach was very good at this, and honestly, you both seemed to just want to spend time together. 

Zach was an open book about his life, wanting you to know everything about him early on during your dates. “I don’t like secrets and I am not ashamed,” he had said to you on your third date holding your hand tight. That’s when you learned of his struggles and your heart weeped for him. It’s been three years but you can’t imagine it will hurt any less as time goes on. Looking at him and his happy demeanor, you would have never guessed he was ever homeless. You knew he was a veteran- a Marine- with three tours in Afghanistan, only by one of the very few photos he had around his place. He was so thin but had since filled out, happy and healthy. He jokes he needs to work out and you just shut him down with a kiss these days. It hurts your heart to this day to think of what he may have looked like when he didn’t have a home. You rarely have a reason to think like that though, Zach is who he is now and he's thriving.

One of the very few success stories, he is. The military failed him after he sacrificed so much for them, serving his country to come home to nothing, only to be discarded and forgotten. Zach was a smart man who never turned to drugs or alcohol, even after two years when it seemed there was no hope for change after everything he did. Then after a brawl in the park where he slept, a park you’ve been to many times in the past, hope came in the form of a brother, Justin. Zach calls him a pain in his ass lovingly because then he was in the worst place and didn’t want the hand out. Justin gave him a place to sleep and an introduction for a job but Zach did the rest with his hard work ethic and personability. Justin is an amazing friend to this day, and tells you all the time he is so happy Zach found you.

When you started staying over at each other’s apartments more and more, there was nothing you didn’t know about one another. Knowing how his breath would hitch when you kissed just under his ear or how a groan would feel vibrating from his chest behind you, made you want him forever. You knew what he needed when he had a nightmare holding him close whispering you’ve got him. He knew how to ease your anxiety on your rougher days. You learned each other so quickly like it was seamlessly meant to be. The first Sunday morning you woke up in his bed, tangled naked limbs, he told you about how he took back some control over his traumas.

Every Sunday morning, Zach would go to the local indoor shooting range. He asked if it was something you would like to go with him to see and you didn’t hesitate in saying yes. You weren’t a fan of guns but if it was part of his life, you wanted to be there for him. The smile on his face lit up the whole room.

“My father taught me when I was young ‘guns are for safe sport shooting or subsistence hunting nothing else,’ he taught me how to shoot when I was a kid duck hunting,” Zach smiled fondly at the memory of his dad and you hugged him tighter knowing how much he missed him, “then I went to war…,” you scratched the short scruff on his chin to bring him back to you, “so me going to the range to shoot kinda reclaims the calm I used to have and serves his memory.”

“That’s beautiful, Zach, let’s get dressed and go then, I would love to see you shoot.”

Not knowing what to expect you followed his lead and dressed comfortably, more of your belongings finding their home in his apartment, then with to-go coffees in hand you watched Zach grab a long gun case from the guest room closet. Didn’t spend too much time there so of course you didn’t know of its existence until now.

“How many guns do you own?” It wasn’t accusatory, it just kind of flew out of your mouth.

“Just two, a shotgun and a pistol, they were my dad’s.”

Oh goodness, he's a sweetheart. Them being family heirlooms makes it better in your mind for whatever reason, he doesn't give off the I gotta have every new rifle guy vibe, which is great. Never did, and it’s not like you're reevaluating anyways. 

Your first time at the range was pretty fun. The smell of gun oil and smoke surrounded the space. Everyone there knew Zach and he introduced you to every single person as his girlfriend, swoon, and they were all super nice. It was so social it surprised you and he looked so at ease. You watched as he got all set up at his “usual booth” opening the case and handing you his ear muffs and yellow shooting safety glasses, he said you looked so cute and you blushed. Zach borrowed hearing protection and glasses from the range box. Then he pulled the shotgun and pistol free from their case. Your jaw dropped. They were huge and Zach handled them like they weighed nothing.

He caught your look as you sat beside him on the tall stool and smirked. You didn’t know but he was so happy you were there with him and he was going to show off a little. Wait until you see what his hands can really do.

Your first trip to the range was months ago. At first you went for support, now you go for your own selfish reasons. Zach’s competence with these guns is fucking hot. Watching him handle the mechanics of the shotgun makes you burn. How he flicks the safety switches and levers of the pistol makes you jealous of the piece of metal. And he knows…he has to, because every Sunday night you are insatiable. Shit, sometimes right when you get home from the range forgoing your lunch to climb him in the living room. 

The confidence he exudes with the long single barrel shotgun in his arms is so sexy it makes you stupid. The spark of the muzzle flash lighting up his gorgeous profile every shot. The wide stance of his long legs, the even breaths you see him take as his tummy rises and falls before he pulls the trigger, the stock of the gun pressed firm against his broad shoulder absorbing the recoil like its nothing, and his hands. For fuck sake his hands. His hands are so large they fully surround the grip and slide. His palm is almost too wide and his fingers almost too long, which seems impossible but it's true. It’s like parts of his big hands get in his damn way, especially when shooting the pistol.

Zach’s firm hold on the pump action slide as he chambers shotgun shell after shotgun shell makes you drool. You have to remember to close your mouth. When he cocks it back and forth the sound goes straight to your pussy. He has let you hold the gun, has taught you how to shoot it, how to load it for fun, and it damn near takes all of your strength to pull the slide back and then forward again. When he does it as quickly as he does…his arm strength shows and you clench. 

How he gave you technical directions when showing you how to shoot his pistol made you sweat. First, his whole body was pressed against your back as his long arms reached around you to hold the gun over your hands. Your hands disappeared under his, but he was so gentle. Second, even with the ear muffs his husky voice was right in your ear, his breaths falling along your neck and shoulder, as he directed your every move. Helping you to pull the slide back and lock it he walked you through inserting the magazine until it seated, sexual. Then he told you to pull the slide release lever down with your thumb, but you couldn’t reach and he giggled when you had to use your support hand to do it, the sound moving you against him as his shoulders bounced. Last, he instructed you to click the safety off and press the trigger, do not pull at it, be nice to it, let it surprise you, which again sounded sexual. With a “Fire away, babygirl” he let go but stayed at your back steadying you and you fired. The recoil of the handgun was violent but you held onto it and fired again. Zach only gave you two rounds so you placed it down on the shelf in front of you when you were done firing just before he turned you and lifted you into his arms.

“My girl is a helluva shot!”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he jumped up and down with you both laughing. Everyone cheered for you and when he finally put you down after a quick kiss, you were blushing. That was a fun day.

Now you sit, staring disrespectfully, as Zach loads the shotgun’s magazine tube that sits under the barrel. To ensure each shell seats inside he pushes two fingers deep into the loading hole, over and over and over again, until it is full. The loud sound of him racking the gun, chambering his first round, makes you jump out of your filthy thoughts. 

“You okay, babe?” Zach asks teasingly because he sees the way you cross your legs tighter and swallow hard when your attention is back and clear.

“Y-Yes, hmhm,” you answer with little force. 

Zach watches you fiddle with the small white cloth as you help him clean the two weapons at the end of the range time. You help with the pistol, it being smaller and easier to handle. You still gape at the way he practically throws around the hefty shotgun. You two are in the common area with tables now, away from all of the sharp sounds of the others shooting. Then he asks something that catches you so by surprise you choke on air.

“Do my guns turn you on, babygirl?”

“WHAT?! No…no, um, oh my god…”

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry I was just watching you today and like every Sunday I can’t wait to get home because it's like we are both so horny for each other, I thought it was the guns,” Zach panics and rambles reaching for your hand and you laugh. He just looks at you while you crack up at how ridiculous you are.

When you finally collect yourself you lean towards him, a little fear still in his eyes like he messed it all up, with a hand on his face to soothe him, you finally confess. “It’s not the guns, Zach, it’s how you handle the guns. Your…um, competence and confidence…I get really jealous of the guns with your strong hands all over them, bending them to your will, it’s hot…you’re hot.”

Zach closes his eyes with a low groan. You can see the obvious effect your words of praise are having on him with a glance at the growing bulge in his jeans. No time like the present to tell him your other confession.

“Zach, baby,” his eyes open to meet yours darker than before, “I had this fantasy that you made me cum with the shotgun in your hands.”

“Ohmafuckingod,” Zach reaches down to forcefully shove his palm down over his growing erection. “We gotta go, let’s go, pack up, I gotta get you home before I take you over this shitty table.”

You chuckle at his frantic state and help his shaking hands put the clean, unloaded guns into his case. He pulls his truck keys out and takes your hand to pull you out of the building giving rushed goodbyes to the other regulars. 

Once the truck has started down the road Zach places his palm over your thigh, his fingers dangerously close to your trigger. “Are you sure you wanna do this baby?”

“I do. I think about it every Sunday, haha. But really only if you’re okay with it, and it's not too weird?”

“No! No, it’s not weird at all, I get it, I get half hard watching you comfortably shoot the pistol now. Please, let me make this good for you, it will be safe, it will be so hot.”

You can tell by the way he’s continuing to ramble and his white knuckle grip on the steering wheel he will love this as much as you. You’ve heard about gun and knife play but it never really made sense to you until your pussy reacted to Zach at the range. 

The ride in the elevator up to his apartment was brutal and it stopped twice for other people. He winced and you laughed when they wanted to talk to him about building things. You added to his struggle keeping your hand in his back pocket caressing his ass. Having dealt with them with expert kindness and professionalism, the gun case covering his excitement, you were bidding them a good day, alone again.

“You’re a menace.” Zach leaned over and smacked your ass making you yelp.

The burst through the front door was frenzied, your tongues licking into each other’s mouths with heavy pants, the gun case placed on the counter top, his hands squeezing your ass and your arms around his shoulders, hands in his hair. He liked when you played with and pulled his hair. Zach pulled your bottom lip between his teeth with a growl and you whimpered when he finally pulled back for air.

“Get undressed, leave only your panties on, baby girl, and I will get our toys ready.”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips when he kissed you again, Zach swallowed the sound, drinking in your want. Then he pulled away tapping you on the thigh reminding you what he wanted. You pulled your sweatshirt and tee over your head as you watched him open the gun case. His eyes flitted to your breasts when you removed your bra as he picked up the empty pistol and shotgun. Zach double checked they were both unloaded and clear, when he looked at you, you nodded in confirmation. 

He rested the long shotgun over his shoulder, held the pistol in his left hand, and walked right past you as you peeled off your leggings and shoes to chase after him. The smirk he gave you over his shoulder nearly killed you. Zach could be so soft and then he could be this wall of controlled confidence. You loved that you get both all the time. Then he turned and sat down on the couch laying the shotgun across his lap. The pistol was set off to the side;  you guess he wants to start big.

“Come here, beautiful.”

You realized you were frozen again, staring, when he reached his hands out for you to stand between his open thighs. Zach places his hands on your hips, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your curves when he presses his lips to your stomach, licking and kissing out towards each of your hips as he squeezes you in his strong hands. You let out a breathy sigh and tilt your head back basking in his attention. You don’t realize when his hands leave you, you are so caught up in his mouth with your hands in his hair. Then…

CRACK CRACK

You jump with a squeal when Zach racks the shotgun back and forth on his lap. Your wild eyes find his, lust blown with excitement, and then focus on the large gun in his capable hands. The whine that escapes your parted lips is pathetic. Zach coos at you that it’s okay with a soft hand along your bare thigh, goosebumps taking over your body with anticipation when he urges you to open your legs a little wider. You don’t realize you are shaking until he takes your hand.

“Baby girl, look at me, is this still okay?”

“Yes, I’m just too excited I guess, is–is this still okay for you?”

“Hell yes,” he pulls your hands down to press over the crotch of his jeans where he’s practically throbbing to be set free, “feel how hard you’re making me baby, your want and trust in me is driving me crazy!” You gasp as he starts to move your interlaced hands over his length then he pulls away when he starts to roll his hips up. “Let me fulfill your fantasy, baby.”

As you lean back up above him, Zach points the end of the shotgun barrel at the floor between your feet. You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself when he begins to slide the chilling metal of the barrel up the inside of your right leg. Both of your breathing gets heavier the closer he gets to the top. Then, he presses the cool barrel forcefully to your core over your underwear and you whail. The firm pressure and thickness is incredible as you finally feel how wet you are when your panties stick to your center. The shotgun is so long, half of it sticks out behind you between your legs, the thought of Zach reaching around and picking you up by the gun infiltrates your brain and your breath hitches. His next move surprises you more though.

“Close your legs.”

Shocked, you look down at him and do as he says. His gaze is focused on the barrel between your thighs. The friction changes as he rests the shotgun in his right arm reaching to place his left hand on your hip. 

Then, Zach pushes and pulls the barrel along your cunt and you scream his name. The cold metal a solid edge causing more arousal to leak from you, making the ride slick. You’re a complete mess in front of him as you start to move your hips a little in time with his rhythm. The sounds you’re making as you ride his shotgun at eye level make him weak. His control falters when he can’t help but touch himself again over his jeans. His moan pulls your eyes open to watch his desperateness and you become so close to cumming all over his shotgun. 

Zach sees your gaze flick to the pistol on the couch and then back to him. 

You need more.

He stops stroking himself, never losing his rhythm between your legs, to pick up the pistol. Now he is holding both weapons below you and you can’t think straight. Zach starts at the outside of your thigh to spread the cold metal sensation all over your body as you ride his shotgun. Across your stomach, flat under the weight of your breasts, to each nipple to bring them to hardened peaks before his eyes, and then down your arm. You know the gun is safe and empty but he still maintains safe trigger control and his competence showing takes you closer to your release. 

You are right on the edge, grinding your swollen clit just right along the slick barrel, when Zach puts the pistol in your hand. He looks up at your heavy eyelids as he finally removes his gray t-shirt revealing his freckled skin. 

“Do me, baby, I want to feel what you feel.”

The needy way he husks it out has you dumbfounded and he takes your hand with the gun to drag it along his collar bone. Zach moans at the cold bite of the pistol as he lets go of your hand to start your own path. He puts both of his hands on the shotgun to increase the pressure and help push you over the edge. When you bring the pistol barrel to his nipple he whines and the sound shoots straight to your lower belly beckoning your orgasm. You shatter with trembling legs all over the barrel of the long gun chanting his name. 

The shotgun is pulled from between your thighs when you swat at it to give your clit a break, the metal is a harsh feeling after a strong orgasm. With the shotgun back across his lap Zach pulls your ruined panties down your legs and they fall at your feet. You watch closely as Zach inspects your mark on the gun, the barrel slick and shiny with your cum. Your knees give out and you fall to the carpet in front of Zach when he licks a long stripe to taste you on his shotgun.

You put the worry in his eyes at ease when you start your journey along his body with the pistol again. Just as he did to you but you map the expanse of him by following his freckles over to each nipple then down his tummy to the dusting of hair above his jeans. It’s easy to see Zach’s control is slipping when he places the shotgun to the side with shaking hands. His breathing erratic when you begin to pull his jeans and briefs down his thighs and off of him completely.

Zach is so turned on it almost looks like it hurts so you want to give him some relief. His cock leaking against the soft swell of his stomach. He deserves it. 

With your free hand you push him lightly to lay back on the couch. The sigh of relief he exhales is cut short when you drag the cool metal handgun up the inside of his thigh. You rest your hand over his hip when he starts to thrust shallowly. The pistol reaches the top of his plush inner thigh and he groans, he has no idea what's coming but you’re on your knees before him flush and beautiful, then you point the barrel down towards the couch under him and press the top of the pistol against his balls.

Zach cries your name and throws his head back as his hands claw at the couch.

“I’ve got you, babe.” You assure him and he brings his head forward to watch you intently.

You lift his cock up to compare it to the gun in your hand. Zach is longer and thicker than his very large handgun, more of your slick gathering along your thighs learning this information. You lean forward and tease him for only a second when you lick up the side of the pistol, the metal tastes sharp on your tongue. When you reach the top you shift and quickly descend on his length, your warm, wet mouth taking him all the way until his curls tickle your nose.

Zach writhes seated above you babbling a string of curses and your name as you bob up and down on him, hollowing your cheeks to suck him hard. His hands are in your hair to steady himself and when you feel that he is close he lifts your lips off of him.

“Get up here.” He growls pulling you up by your waist.

You fling your arms around his shoulders, gun still in your hand resting on the back of the couch, as he lines his cock up to your entrance and fills you completely with one steady thrust. He’s so big he usually has to open you up before giving you his cock but you were so wet from all the teasing and danger he slid right in, hitting the deepest part of you. He immediately holds you down to his hips by your waist as he fucks up into you hard and fast.

“Oh my god, Zach!”

“That’s right, baby, scream my name. Tell the whole building you’re mine. Fuck…you’re always so tight!”

You’re just bouncing up and down on his cock trying to hold on, when you can’t grasp his shoulder like you want to with the gun he takes it from you.

“Come on, baby, cum on my cock, squeeze me and make me cum with you. I'm so close.”

Zach begs for your release and enforces it when he pushes the thick grip of the pistol into your clit. His hand is covering the whole gun with the barrel angled away to get better leverage over the grip making overwhelming circles. It doesn’t take long before you're pulling his hair with a shout as your second orgasm crashes through you. You feel like a live wire, feeling the electricity fizzle out at the tips of your fingers and toes. You have no more rounds after that one.  When you come back down, you realize Zach threw the handgun onto the floor and he is bringing your body as close to his as he can to chase his own release. 

He thrusts up into you with his arms tight around you and he starts to mumble into your neck. “I love you, I love you, oh fuck, I love you so much.”

You pull his face from your shoulder and it dawns on him that you could hear him. You kiss him desperately whispering I love you, I love you too into his plush lips. After a few more deep thrusts he stills and comes hard inside of you with a silent cry. You feel his furrowed eyebrows against your temple as he lazily grinds through his orgasm. 

Spent, Zach leans you both back against the couch to slump together in a sweaty, smiling mess.

“Do you mean it?”

He whispers it into the open space like he didn’t want you to hear his insecurity.

You push yourself up to sit on his lap, his softening length still nestled inside of you, it’s intimate when you hold his cheeks to assure him. 

“I love you, Zach, I have for a long while now.”

He smiles up at you with so much adoration. “Me too.”

When you kiss this time it’s a promise. I promise to care for you. I promise to be there for you. I promise to protect you. I promise to help fight your demons.

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A/N: No regular taglist for kinktober but I will tag my beautiful beta @lowlights, @littlemisspascal, and @absurdthirst for the inspo. Thanks for reading loves!

Next: Hypnosis/Monster Fucking with Max Phillips

[l0serloki]

Hi, it's me again XD

Something just flashed in my mind, so i thing maybe some soft about Yoru, i really like to read about Yoru 😂

Like, reader and Yoru sleep, Yoru just wake up and still see the reader sleeping soundly in Yoru's arms, nd he thought "why does he love reader so much?" and maybe morning routine with reader

Have a nice day 😘

Yoru x Reader

Genre : Fluff

WC : 600

Summary : Yoru finally gets home late and gets into bed. Morning cuddles and routines ensue.

A/N : I hope this did your idea justice!! It was super sweet ! <3

Yoru had a long day. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of the other agents attitudes and just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep. It had been a close call with the mission earlier and all he could think about was you. Your face, laugh, presence.. It was everything he could’ve asked for. He didn’t want to lose the time he had with you, so he fought. He fought to make the world his, just so he could grant you anything you ever desired.

You had heard the bedroom door creak and you peaked out from under the covers. Yoru grunted and made his way into the bathroom. Not five minutes later, said man crawled into bed with you and put his arm around your torso. You felt yourself relax into his warmth, slowly drifting into a peaceful sleep.

You felt commotion in bed but couldn’t care to open your eyes. Yoru’s hand drifted across your skin and he kissed your temple.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t know how I got so lucky with you. I love you so much and I don’t even know how. You’ve broken something in me.”

You could almost cry at his sweet words, turning around to land a huge smooch on his face. His face turned beet red and he looked up at the ceiling.

“I thought you were asleep.” You could only laugh at his embarrassment as you cuddled deeper into his hold. “I was but your charming words woke me up. My dear prince.” Yoru snorted as he adjusted in the blankets. “We can stay in bed for a little bit but we have to make breakfast. I’m starving.”

The two of you had laid in each others embrace for a while until you eventually got up. Yoru had led you into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the heated water steaming the mirror.

“Come on, you’re wasting water.” Yoru hustled you into the shower and got in behind. The water felt relaxing as you laid back against your boyfriends chest. It’s times like these that you wish would last forever. You could feel his hands soaping your body, doing the work for you.

“Let me clean your hair ‘Ru!” You pleaded as the man backed away. “Absolutely not. There’s a certain way to do it and you would mess it up.” You rolled your eyes and turned away, fake pouting. “Whatever drama queen.” “Fine, clean my damn hair then. You’re a brat.”

After your shower fiasco the two of you had set out to make breakfast. Yoru had argued that “Today is obviously pancake day”, meaning you were going to be chefing it up. Yoru helped in collecting the ingredients and stood behind you, hands on your hips as you flipped the food. “You know this would be easier if you helped me with them too.” “Yeah it would. Too bad I don’t care.” Yoru continued to coddle into your back as you finished up.

The food turned out good and as you sat next to Yoru, you couldn’t help but thank whatever gods were out there for such a perfect life.

[shadowqueen402]

Hey There!! Could you do a Fic where Dolly's dad finds out what happened to his daughter?

Sure!

Sean Carmichael managed to get his life back on track following the divorce of his ex-wife. He decided to take a break from dating for a bit. He now got a new job as a doctor and got his own place, a really nice condo that suited his tastes.

He wondered how his daughter was doing. It had been a while since he'd last seen her. After the divorce, Primrose pretty much cut off all contact with him. Suddenly, knocks were heard on his door. Curious, Sean walked over and opened it.

There stood Dolly. She was in a strange uniform he had never seen. A look of anger and resentment was on her face. Tears fell from her eyes. "Dad…" She said. "I-I want to live with you. Can I stay here? Living with Mom is a nightmare…" She hugged her father and let her tears fall.

"Of course, sweetie," Sean said to her. "Come on inside and I'll make you something to drink. You can tell me everything, okay?" He led Dolly inside and sat on the couch.

"Mom… She took her love for perfection too far," Dolly admitted. "That school that she wanted me enrolled to? It wasn't a real school. It was practically a prison to me."

"What did your mother do, Dolly?" Sean asked. He handed her a mug of black tea. "She's not here so you can tell me."

"Mom created this…machine." Dolly sipped her black tea. "It was a prototype, but I was the first one to be tested with. She brainwashed me into becoming perfect. I found myself doing things I normally wouldn't do. But time went by and more girls came to her school. She brainwashed them too. They became the one person they knew they weren't. Anyone that dared disobey Mom's orders was punished."

Sean stood, slack-jawed and angered. "She did all of that to you!?" He asked. "If I had know she was going to do this to you, I would have fought for full custody over you! Then, this all would have been prevented…"

"If only I chose to live with you earlier…" Dolly sat her mug of tea down. "Maybe then, I would have been safe from Mom's cruel actions."

"You're staying with me from now on, Dolly," Sean said in a serious tone. "Your mother has crossed too many lines and has proven to be a danger to all. Later on, we'll stop by that mansion so you can pick up your stuff. Then, I'll help you get settled here. But since you brought her up, I do wonder if you can help me with something?"

"Oh?" Dolly glanced up at her dad.

"We're going to find out what's caused your mom to act this way," Sean replied. "As well as do a background check on her. We have to stop this now."

[firestarwrites]

Slow Dance

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

Song: "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx

Extra Notes: None, but I wish this was reality

It was the evening before prom and your heart was racing like crazy. You had never been so nervous but so excited before in your life. Everything you prepared - from your dress to your hairstyle - was for him.

After a huge fight broke out between your friend group, you realized that having a crush on a close friend was not the way to go. Your feelings faded for your close friend but flared up soon after for a guy in your favorite class. Every day, you dreamed of talking to him or hanging out with him. Everything from his hair to the way he held himself was perfect.

You knew he didn't like you back - I mean, it's common knowledge. Everyone at school knew who he liked and they were not afraid to tell you that. You brushed off those people and continued pining over him. Admittedly, you did start talking to him more in the past couple of weeks after getting his phone number. Now, the moment came - prom. You wanted to ask him but thoughts of him rejecting you filled your mind. You decided to ask him to slow dance if you saw him there.

The day of prom was going at a faster pace than you expected. You asked someone to do your hair in a pretty style, which to you looked very nice. Your dress was in perfect condition without any wrinkles. Your friend offered to take pictures of you in your dress and you agreed. While posing on a bench, you couldn't help but dream about him beside you putting an arm around you. You thought about him the rest of day leading up to that night and how you were going to ask him to slow dance. Would you pull him aside during the song? Would you ask him before you even walked in the building? Oh well, you'd find out when you got there.

When you arrived at the school, your eyes immediately sweeped the place for him. You spotted a bunch of other people through the flashing strobe lights and fog machines, but not him. You sighed and thought maybe he would arrive late. Your friends called you over to dance and you did. When the lights dimmed for the first slow song, you sat down at a table and softly sang along. You didn't have a date after all. You scanned the room again for your crush but came up short.

Halfway through prom, they announced the king and queen. The lights were all on at this time and everyone surrounded the catwalk. Your crush was nowhere to be seen. At this point, you assumed he didn't come to prom. Afterwards, you went home feeling dejected. The dark road was calming to you as opposed to the flashing lights at the school. You turned the radio off and drove in silence to your house. After that, you decided to text him. It wouldn't hurt to, would it?

"Hey, I didn't see you at prom tonight. Is everything okay?" you sent.

"Yeah, I decided not to go. I would just be third wheeling anyways." he sent back, not even a couple minutes later. He usually responds hours later.

Suddenly, a thought struck your mind. What if you were able to slow dance with him after all?

"I know it's late, but do you want to hang out? Prom was boring and I didn't have much fun..." you sent, waiting for a reply.

"You know what? Why not. Send me the location and I'll meet you there," he replied. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled. You sent him your address and waited for him to arrive.

About twenty minutes later, he came dressed up in a suit. You didn't expect him to dress up but you could feel yourself slowly getting weak. He looked so handsome and you couldn't believe he was here, at your house.

"Let's go over here!" You smiled and led him to your backyard, where a small gazebo sat. It was made out of wood and had fairy lights wrapped along the pillars. There was a bench inside - the same one that you posed on earlier. Your crush smiled at the gazebo.

"I know you're probably tired right now, but I invited you here for a reason," you started.

"It's okay, just tell me," he stood beside you, looking at you and smiling.

"I wanted to slow dance with you," you sure were blunt about it.

"Oh! That was... unexpected," he said. Your heart dropped. You felt like it shattered on the floor when he said that.

"You don't have to. I just wanted to offer," you said, trying not to let the hurt in your voice show.

"No no, it's not like that. It's just... I've never been asked to dance before. That's all," he said, trying to comfort you. "I would love to."

Your heart slowly repaired itself after he spoke those last words. He did want to slow dance after all. You took your phone, searched for a song, and placed it on the railing of the gazebo. A few seconds later, "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx started playing.

You took your crush's hand in yours and led him up the stairs to the inside of the gazebo. You smiled softly as the song reached the first verse.

Oceans apart, day after day

And I slowly go insane

"Do you know how to slow dance?" you asked him. He nodded and put one arm on your hip and the other on your shoulder. You matched his movements and began to lightly sway. It was this moment you realized what it felt like to be loved. Even though he did not like you, the gesture was enough to feel something.

Wherever you go, whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you

The moon shined down on the gazebo as you slow danced. You smiled and he pulled you closer. You glanded up at his eyes and found yourself getting lost in the reflection of the fairy lights. He looked so handsome and his smile slowly melted you. The bridge of the song played and you softly sang along.

"Oh, can't you see it, baby?

You've got me goin' crazy"

Your crush laughed slightly and you could see his pupils dilate. You could tell he was having fun. The song ended and you broke apart.

You sat down on the bench and tapped the place beside it, inviting him to sit with you. He sat down beside you and put an arm around you. If you could physically melt, you would have been a puddle on the ground by now. You put your head on his shoulder and sighed softly while looking out into the darkness of the night. The stars scattered across the sky and a shooting star passed through the shining night.

"Make a wish..." you whispered.

"I wish... for this night to never end. I enjoyed this a lot," he responded. You could feel the vibration of his voice from your position.

"I second that," you said, closing your eyes. He lightly hummed and rubbed circles on your back.

At that point, you felt true peace.

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[a-little-bit-of-tradition]

“It was a great experience [filming their confrontation],” director Jesse Lee Soffer tells Give Me My Remote in the video below. “They’re both such good actors and they know that relationship and where it’s going. It’s kind of a newer thing on the show. So, I really didn’t have to do much in that one. We just got to let them play a little bit, and I think we found the right tone.”

Outside of that emotional face-off, Soffer pointed to another Voight sequence as one of his favorite things to direct in the hour. “After 10 seasons of the show, Voight’s character is 10 years older,” he points out. “And we had a nice action sequence at the end of the episode, where I think we got to make him look really formidable and capable, still. Like a guy you don’t want to mess with. And that was really fun. And that was fun to see that come to life and to play that.”

With his directorial debut under his belt, Soffer acknowledges it’s also led to a different perspective toward his overall craft.

“Directing is really rewarding, I think, for me, at least, because you’re telling the story in like a macro way,” he says. “You’re looking at the whole story, the big picture, not just one character’s point of view. And I think, sometimes, as actors—at least I know this has happened me—you get hung up on wanting the character to be perceived a certain way. But maybe that perception that you have doesn’t fit into the writers’ intention and story.”

“And to tell the story, [via] directing, you need to not have any…you can’t have an ego about how any of these characters are going to be portrayed,” he continues. “And sometimes the story has to be, you know, dark or heartbreaking or whatever it is…I think just telling the macro version is eye-opening for an actor, because it’s going to help you justify more the next time around where there’s maybe something you don’t totally see your character as doing.”

But what comes next for Soffer? Could he direct another Wolf Entertainment show or return (in a guest capacity) as CHICAGO P.D.’s Halstead? (Halstead left earlier in the season, reenlisting and shipping out to Bolivia.)

“Definitely open to it,” Soffer says. “So we’ll see. Who knows what happens next season? You never know.”

[imwall-e]

W&TWS || Sharing his secrets

Summary : He is a super-soldier of more than 100 year old, struggling to find a place in this new world. She is a young student of 23, struggling with life. But they know they can find comfort and help in each other.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1458

Warnings : insecurities, anxiety, fluff

Series Masterlist

April 9th, 2021

The month of April had begun with the sun and warmer temperatures. Therefore, more people could be seen outside, enjoying this more than pleasant weather. And the Easter holidays were a week away. Everyone seemed really happy. However, Bucky was torn between opposite feelings.

On one hand, he was really happy that holidays were close because it would allow him to spend more time with Willow. But on the other hand, he was anxious that somebody would recognize him and tell her something. He wanted to tell her the truth about his past himself even if he feared her reaction.

A week earlier, they both agreed that he’d pick her up and they would dine together. James wanted to surprise Willow and take her to a nice and calm restaurant where they might discuss.

Having a few hours left before coming to Willow’s house, he called Steve to explain the situation and get some advice.

“You didn’t tell her about us ?” Asked the blonde, half-shocked, half-amused.

“I talked about everyone. I just didn’t tell her about the Avengers and everything. And especially not about the Winter Soldier.”

“Buck… you know that the President pardoned you. Plus, Tony and Nat did their best to erase…”

“Steve!”James interrupted him. “It doesn’t change what I did. Some people know. Some people recognise me. It is rare but it happens, and it’s the worst. I don’t want Willow to reject me, to talk to me like these people do when they realise who I am.”

“You’re James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier wasn’t you, it was Hydra, one of their creations. You didn’t have a choice.”

It broke Steve’s heart to see his best friend like that. He could see that Bucky was on the verge of tears. He knew his past will always haunt him, either on his dreams or on his everyday life. But he also knew that he found a purpose with his new enterprise. And with Willow in the Sergeant's life, Steve hoped that she would be a light in the darkness.

"We'll talk later." That's was all Bucky said before closing his laptop so violently that he broke it. Shit. He needed it for work. But at the moment, he didn't really care. He was angry. Against Steve. Against himself. Against everyone.

Crying silently on his bed, he couldn't stop the memories from taking over his mind. They led him to the day Steve asked him to train the new recruits.

A year ago Steve and Bucky were waiting in the training room. The Sergeant became more and more anxious as the minutes went by. It didn’t go unnoticed by his best friend.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. I’m sure they’ll learn a lot with you. You know, you’ll also be great on missions.”

“I’m not ready to go back on the field. I’m not sure I’ll ever go back there. I want some change,” he admitted while checking his watch. “Weren’t they supposed to arrive ten minutes ago ?”

“Stay there, I’m gonna check. Maybe they didn’t receive the correct schedule.”

Steve left the room heading for the new recruits’ wing in the batiment. There were rooms for those who wanted to stay, and a shared living room with a kitchen.

Bucky was waiting, playing with his knife, but he quickly noticed that Steve was gone for longer than necessary. As he didn’t want to wait any longer, and was also worried, he decided to check if Steve was with the recruits.

It didn’t take long to find the area and Steve’s voice was getting louder as Bucky got closer. When he understood that the conversation was about him, he stopped and hid behind a wall to listen to it.

“You didn’t come to your training because Sergeant Barnes will be your instructor for today ?” Steve sounded angry and exasperated at the same time.

“Mr Rogers, you have to understand us. He’s an assassin, he…

“He was,” Steve interrupted the man who started to insult Bucky. “Hydra turned him into an assassin. They tortured him for decades. But you don’t seem to take that into consideration.”

“And you don’t seem to understand that we’re scared. It could still be a part of him, which means he could kill us at any moment. I don’t trust him and I want you to find someone else,” required a woman, followed by her colleagues.

That was enough for Bucky who didn’t want and didn’t need to hear more. He took his bike and rode for a moment. That’s when he decided to travel and start doing something new in his life. He didn’t share this with Steve first. Instead he went to Tony Stark.

The man who was also known as Iron Man forgave him for what happened. It took time but they surprisingly bonded really fast and a friendship was born. Bucky was really interested in new technology and progress in science while he was “gone”, and Tony was more than happy to help him understand. And also to talk about his own creations.

That’s how Bucky decided to start a communication enterprise. Tony helping him and also being an associate.

Present time The song All I Have To Do Is Dream by The Everly Brothers slowly woke Bucky up. He didn’t even notice he fell asleep. Then, he suddenly stood up and reached for his phone as he realised it wasn’t just any song, it was his ringtone. Willow was calling.

“Willow? Sorry, I fell asleep.”

“Okay, I was just a bit worried because you were supposed to pick me up half an hour ago and you weren’t answering. I waited and then decided to call.”

“I’m so, so sorry. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Is that okay for you? I promise I’ll make it up to you. We’ll order all the desserts they’ve got if you want.” He said that in one breather while rushing to put on his shoes and take the keys of his car.

“It’s fine, James. I’ll be waiting in front of the house. See you in a minute.”

“On my way, Sunflower!” He hung up and realised that he gave her a nickname.Thta came out so naturally. He liked that but at the same time he hoped that she hadn’t noticed it.

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As promised, Willow was waiting outside. Bucky parked his car and, like a gentleman, opened the door on the passenger side for her. On their way to the restaurant, he couldn’t stop apologising for letting her wait so long.

“James, I swear to you, it’s fine. It can happen to everyone,” she tried to reassure him. “You seem so tense. Are you sure everything’s alright ?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Perfect. And you’re perfect. And…”

“James ?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I have something very important to tell you, and it makes me so nervous.”

“Why?”

“It’s about my past and I’m scared you’re going to hate me.”

“Does it have something to do with the Avengers and the Winter Soldier ?”

“You know ?” James was getting more and more anxious. They arrived near the restaurant but none of them exited the car. Bucky couldn’t look at Willow.

“My friend Alex saw a picture of you and they love the Avenger. One of their biggest dreams is to meet them. They did so much research that I think they deserve a PhD about the subject. Then, they recognized you and explained The Winter Soldier’s story to me ; that it wasn’t really you and everything.”

“How did they find all the information?”

“I honestly don’t know, but they’re really talented for that. Anyway, I didn’t want to tell you because it had to be your choice to talk to me about that. But now that I see how anxious you are, I have to tell you.”

“So, is it the last time I see you ?” James’ eyes filled with tears, still unable to look at her.

“I hope not. James, it’s your past and from what I understand, you were brainwashed. You’re not The Winter Soldier. You’re James Buchanan Barnes, and I really like to spend time with you. The man I know is nice, cares for others and apologises a thousand times when he’s thirty minutes late.”

That made Bucky laugh and he finally looked at Willow, only to find that she was smiling at him and giving him a tissue so he could wipe off the tears from his face.

“Thank you, Willow. We should go to eat now, because I’m really hungry.”

“Same for me. I just thought you renamed me Sunflower.”

She laughed softly and that’s when he realised his feelings for her were growing stronger with every minute he spent with her.

Series Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6

[eliospeachie]

10 Peachy Years pt.1

⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️

This story is heavily inspired by the book/movie called "Call Me By Your Name", I do not own the story, the character Elio, Samuel, or Anella. This story is a work of inspiration, using the script as inspiration.

Part 2 is linked below

2k words

He didn’t plan to leave the country last second, no one really did. But, there Vante was, sitting in an airport with his face covered up with sunglasses, a beanie, face mask, and even a hoodie on for extra measure. He didn’t want anyone to see him, he didn’t need to be seen like this, not after what had happened. He was just lucky to be alive and to be able to get a place to stay last second.

With the summer around, a lot of people were more than willing to rent out their homes or anything at a good price. Vante didn’t want a hotel or a home, he didn’t trust himself to be alone. He didn’t think it’d be smart to do. So, he rented out a room he had seen an ad for online, one that was in a huge home not too far away from town with an orchard of peach trees in the backyard that belonged to a daily of three.

He had bought the plane tickets and the room for the whole summer an hour before he boarded the flight with nothing more than a duffel bag as his carry on shoved with last second clothes and an ipod as a carry on item. When you’re wanting to leave behind your entire life, you don’t really want to pack that much. And when you’re filthy fucking rich, you can just buy what you need when you get there.

The plane had landed early in the morning, taking some time to change out of his clothes into something more comfortable. Even though no one would suspect Vante of being there, he still kept on his face mask, though he changed his hoodie and sweatpants for a pair of shorts and flannel he bought at the airport.

He got a taxi to go to the house he would now be residing in, his eyes watching everything pass them by, a smile never leaving his lips. He was more than excited, it wasn’t every day you get a chance to live a new life and it also wasn’t every day that your new life would be in Italy. Call it ironic, but the brunette found himself to be more than lucky.

He arrived at the house not too long after the taxi had picked him up, admiring the beautiful stone as they pulled into the gravel sidewalk, an older man and woman stepping out of the house just as Vante stepped out, large smiles on both of their faces. They didn’t seem too old, maybe old enough to be his parents actually.

“Hello!” The woman cooed, stepping over to Vante and held onto his hands, placing kisses to his cheeks. “Oh darling, welcome! I’m Anella and this is my husband Samuel!”

“Hi, it’s nice to be able to meet you both.” He smiled at the greetings from Anella, turning to Samuel to shake his hand, a small feeling of nervousness in his stomach. “I know you guys have my name and all but..can you just call me V for a while? I prefer that right now.” That, and not everyone in Italy was named Vante. He didn’t want to risk hearing a fan saying his name and sounding the alarms.

Both parents didn’t mind, simply agreeing and went into small talk about the flight and drive to the home, already asking how V liked Italy even though he had only been there for an hour at most.

“Ah, Elio can help you with those bags! Here, let me call for him.” Samuel went to the front door yelling the name he spoke of only to get no response.

“Samuel, he left earlier, remember?”

“It’s alright, I can get it myself. It’s not heavy anyways.” V chuckled softly, throwing the bag over his shoulder, using a hand to brush back his dark locks. “Is Elio your son?”

“Yes, he is!” Anella smiled at the mention of her son, sighing softly as she led both V and her husband inside, V already entranced with the home and took in what details he could on the way in. “He should be home in time for lunch. Hopefully you two can become friends.”

“Oh, I hope so too.” V chuckled softly, though knowing that might not be true. V wasn’t the best with kids so he was pretty sure that he would have a hard time making friends with the boy. But he couldn’t say that to their faces. Not when he hadn’t even met the boy just yet. “Your room will be up the stairs, the last door to your left. We put some spare clothes in the closet for you to wear when you would like to.”

Elio nodded and gave a gentle thank you before he went to the room that would now be his room for the next three months. It wasn’t that big but it wasn’t small either, just big enough for a desk, bed, and the big dresser with the clothes as promised. He went to the door that was next to the dresser to find a bathroom and then another door. Out of curiosity, he opened the second door to show another bedroom. However, this one looked lived in. There were posters on the walls, books sprawled here and there. It was probably the son’s room.

V took a much needed shower but put on the clothes he had gotten at the airport, sighing to himself as he rubbed his face and went to the window, opening it up. It was nice, the air, the crispness of it. It probably smelled that much fresher with all of the trees near them.

Soon, it was lunch. The three sat at a table outside underneath string lights that weren’t lit up just yet, it probably usually was for dinner and for events. The idea sounded cute, hopefully he would be able to see it tonight.

“Where is that boy?” Anella sighed, taking some juice to pour into her cup.

“Patience, my love. Perhaps he got too caught up. Maybe he’s on his way home now or-”

“Sono qui, sono qui! Scusa, sono così in ritardo, non volevo..” A boy suddenly ran in, one who looked about V’s age. He had a head full of curly hair that had been in a shorter cut, freckles spreading across his nose and cheeks, thick eyebrows, and piercing blue eyes. He was..handsome. The boy turned to V, a small smile on his lips as he nodded his head as a little greeting, sitting down in the chair next to him, though a bit farther, shaking his hand. “Elio. Nice to meet you.”

“V.”

The lunch went on smoothly, V mainly sitting in silence as he ate except for answering small talk questions and complimenting the food as he ate. He couldn’t help but steal a few glances at Elio every so often while sharing barely any words with him. Lunch was done fairly quickly, Elio excusing himself to go back to seeing his friends, saying he’d be back for dinner.

And that’s how it went on for the next few weeks. The two boys barely exchanged words together, him mainly staying in his room, out with his friends, or somewhere that V wasn’t. But, one day he got lucky, going into the kitchen where Anella was peeling some peaches, Elio occasionally stealing a piece of the fruit, him and his mother giggling as V walked down, smiling at the two. It was cute to see a family together.

“Oh, V! Buongiorno! Come hai dormito?”

V stood there in the doorway for a second, trying to figure out what the woman meant as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts, his mouth open as his brain tried to search for an answer. “Uh..”

Elio laughed a little, taking another piece of fruit from the bowl. “She asked you how you slept.”

“Oh-” V chuckled with the other two, shaking his head a little in embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah I slept pretty good. The bed actually seems to get more comfortable each night.”

Anella nodded, lightly smacking Elio’s hand when he tried to steal yet another piece, muttering something to him before turning back to glance at V, placing the mango peels onto a napkin on the side. “Were you wanting something to eat? Perhaps some juice?”

“No thank you, Mrs. Perlman. I was actually wondering if you knew where a good cafe close by would be? I want to go into town so I can maybe grab a thing or two from the shops and thought it would be nice to stop by at one.”

“I can show you one.” Elio pitched, catching both Anella and V by surprise, mainly because he didn’t expect the other to volunteer. “I can show you around the town as well. And I’m sure I can help you be your translator.” He took himself off the counter he was leaning on and walked past V, lightly patting his arm as he did. “Come on, we can use the bikes.”

So, the two took the two bikes as Elio said and rode into town. It didn’t take long, five minutes or so? The ride was quiet between the two as they went in, stopping at the cafe Elio had mentioned. He, of course, ordered for the both of them, getting them some blueberry muffins as well since they both didn’t have breakfast.

“Are you from around here?” V asked, looking up at the other sitting across from him while taking a bite of the muffin on his plate.

Elio shook his head, reaching into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips. “No,” he answered simply. “We used to come here during the summer. And Christmas and a uh..another holiday. But dad grew too attached to here so now we live here.”

“Christmas?” V chuckled, his eyes on the pack of cigarettes. It hadn’t been too long since he last smoked, he was trying to quit, having a cup of coffee every time he wanted one. It was kind of working, only if the coffee was black. When Elio held the pack out to him, as if asking if he wanted one, it took everything in V to shake his head with a polite no, turning his eyes towards the muffin instead.

Elio hummed, taking the lighter and lit the stick between his lips. “And Easter too. We are Jewish, English, American, Italian, French... somewhat atypical.” He laughed a little, taking a puff of the cigarette and moved it away to blow the smoke away from him.

V hummed, nodding his head a little. “I see. What do you and your family do here?”

“Mm, wait for summer to end.” Both boys shared a laugh at that, V shaking his head.

“No no, seriously. What do you do at least? Besides the waiting and hanging out with your friends all of the time?”

Elio sighed a little, his smile staying on his lips, placing the stick back between his lips as he spoke once more. “Transcribe music. Read books. Swim at the river. Go out at night.”

V nodded, tilting his head as he took a moment to look the man over. He could see that, Elio at his desk with headphones over his ears and scribbling on a piece of paper what notes he heard or laying in his bed with a book in his hands. It didn’t sound that surprising.

“Let me ask you something,” Elio chimed, making V snap out of his little daydreams of the other. “Why did you choose to come to Italy if you can’t even speak Italian?”

V couldn’t hide his little laugh of embarrassment, looking off to the side and leaned back in his seat, starting to pick at his nails. It was a little habit he had grown to do it the past few weeks, picking at his hangnails. “I needed somewhere to go last second. I wanted a bit of a summer getaway and uh..what better place than Italy?” Both of them shared a laugh once again, V taking the last bit of his muffin. “I do want to be here for a while though so I might as well learn, right?”

“Maybe I can teach you?”

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

the one you should not have killed || loic || body reaction

[♫♫♫]

It’s funny.

That’s such an odd phrase because, no, it’s not. Not really. It’s not funny at all. But it is, isn’t it? It’s funny. Because it’s a joke. This entire situation is a joke--this entire world is, honestly, if a scenario like this could exist. But it’s not a joke, and no one’s laughing because this is reality. Mio Date is dead on the ground in front of him, and there’s a bloody axe in the corner of the room that took its life, and there was nothing he could do. Again. Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing.

Was this what it had felt, being the one to discover the body each and every time? Left to wonder if she had been just a little bit faster if she could have done something?

Exsanguination. She’d bled out.

Maybe if he had come here earlier, come here faster, done something different, then she would still be with them. He could have gotten help. He could have stopped Yuriko from being forced to feel the same pain he’d felt when Hisa had fallen through the floor. Who was he kidding, though? It was just as much for him as it was for Yuriko. Maybe he wouldn’t have to look down at the body of yet another friend and wonder why he could never do anything for anyone until it was too late.

To say Mio was a comforting presence would be minimizing everything that she did for him to a disgusting degree. She was stabilizing, maybe, is the better word--providing comfort while also providing a foundation for him to keep his footing. When he felt his faith in the group slipping again, he could easily look to Yuriko or Mio for the reminder that things were okay. There were people worth fighting for by his side. Their faith in the group, even, made it easier to look around him and feel…like maybe he’d been too quick to judge some people. It saw good in everyone, even people who didn’t deserve it. Like himself. He wasn’t self-centered enough to not count himself in that number.

But what was it that it had said?

“Honestly, it's hard to be nice all the time, too. I mean, I... I've thought that a lot since I got here. People try to take advantage of that and stuff. And it's tiring.”

He’d shared similar sentiments when he’d still been allowed to claim those sorts of things about himself. It was tiring. Everything around here made it tiring. But it had still kept it up. It had a kindness that was borderline inspirational. It said it wished she had more of a spine, but, really, he thought she had a stronger spine than any of them, keeping herself as loving as she had while in a place like this.

Maybe it wasn’t borderline inspirational. It just was inspirational.

More than she was an inspiration, though, she was a friend. Conversations between them were inevitably some of the highlights of his time here. Mio was like a spotlight. He couldn’t help but want to be in its presence. Whether it was talking about how they were in some sort of Mario-esque game and lamenting how they probably had to go through an ice level still or playing the most agonizing game of Battleship known to man, it was fun. It was no-strings-attached fun.

Even in the aftermath of his betrayal, Mio found it in her heart to forgive him to such an extent that she was willing to still offer him that sort of unconditional fun. 

…And someone had the audacity, perhaps, to take advantage of that kindness. 

As he kneels down next to its body beside Yuriko, a distant thought that had stayed in his mind but not necessarily at the forefront of it occurs to him, and he feels his chest clench as he solidifies it like a promise.

The Shepherd was going to pay for this. If Mikazuki intended to kill them, then he would hold them down so she could finish her mission in the easiest manner possible.

Someone whose actions led to someone like Mio being taken from them didn’t deserve to have a chance to live. If Mio’s life was to be cut short here, then they didn’t deserve the kindness of another day. Maybe the Shepherd didn’t put the axe in Mio’s back--they would figure that out soon enough--but they were the reason the axe was there in the first place.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry for not being able to save it. Sorry for being too slow. Sorry for being a bad person and an even worse friend.

And sorry for breaking his promise to her. Good people couldn’t wish for people’s deaths, could they?

But, well, dead people couldn’t be disappointed.

[phoenixrising0308]

The Promise (Part 6): Stolen Moments (c)

Books: The Royal Romance

Rating: M (Mature content and implied sexual activities)

Pairing: Liam & Jessica (MC)

The Promise - Series premise: Two signet rings, one engagement ring, and a pearl tell a story of love and responsibility, and ask the question: what does it mean to choose duty over love. Catch up here and check out the story inspiration here.

The Promise is based on my Agent Phoenix A/U is a story in-between. This series was written before the disclosure of Liam’s mother’s name. I have named her Lily.

Detailed disclaimer

Triggers: 🍋

A/N: The is one chapter that I divided to address events during the engagement tour in Italy. 

A/N #2: Liam and Jessica share a stolen moment where he gives her a gift she will cherish forever. 

Word count: 2,400 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Reading time: 5 minutes.

Love note: Thank you @dcbbw, for helping me make some lemonade. I'm rusty!

Francisco’s SUV

Liam clicked the unlock button in his hand, and they both got in. Jessica giggled with excitement as Liam quickly drove with a smirk.

“We pulled it off!” She exclaimed as Liam chuckled.

“Francisco almost offered to drive us, but that would look too suspicious. No one will miss us for an hour...Or two.” He added.

Jessica smiled at him as they drove, “I’m so glad we could sneak away.”

“Me too, love… Wouldn’t it be nice not to ever have to sneak off again? Just be able to leave together whenever we want to?”

Jessica smiled as she gazed out her passenger window at the night sky. “Yeh, that’s the dream.”

Liam was quiet a moment before speaking again, “What if that dream could come true?”

Jessica looked back at him curiously, “What do you mean?”

He bit his lip nervously before allowing an unsure smile to form on his mouth. “I mean...What if I didn’t have to go through with all this? You wouldn’t have to either. I can abdicate.”

Jessica’s mouth gaped slightly in surprise, “Liam, that can’t work….”

“Why can’t it? We can have normal lives. No Madeleine, no sneaking around, no press. We can live anywhere you wish. New York with your family, Cordonia with our friends. Or maybe even someplace entirely new? No one would ever hurt or bother us again.”

Jessica’s heart ached; it was her dream come true. And yet…

“Liam, what about Cordonia? What about your Father and the media? What about your crown and title? You won’t miss that?”

He shrugged as he drove, “My Father is a losing battle, and the media showed how ugly they are after they did what they did to us. To you…” He shook his head in disgust as he continued, “I don’t want to deal with that ever again. You don’t deserve this mess, and neither do I. Olivia can have the throne for all I care, and we can live a peaceful life together… Think of it, love; me having a modest job. I can be a professor and come home to you every day. You can continue your studies and finish your distortion and work like before. That’s fine. But if you decided you didn’t want to do that and wanted to stay home and let me take care of you, I’d be more than willing. We could walk hand in hand together down the street with no fear. We could be married. Start a life together. Have the life we deserve. Jess, I want to give you everything, and I want the world to see it.”

“Liam…”

She didn’t get to finish as they arrived at the beach they visited that day. He parked and looked at her. “Jess... I’m more than willing to give up the life I was groomed into for the life I want. And that life is with you. I have a meeting with my Father tomorrow, and I will tell him the news.”

He reached over to kiss her. Her mind went blank as their tongues lightly touched, and his lips moved expertly against hers. She moaned into his mouth before they pulled away. He cupped her face before smiling at her.

“Come on, love. Let me show you what I wanted to earlier.”

He led her once more out onto the sandy shore. The moon reflected off the waves as they rolled onto the shoreline a distance away in low tide. It was completely secluded, feeling like a dream.

They finally arrived at the spot near the rocky cave.

“Are we going in?”

“Yes, we are.” Liam started to underdress, and Jessica watched, admiring him.

He smiled at her and said, “I’ll help you out of that gorgeous dress.” Liam pulled down his underwear and stood before her, completely nude.

Jessica quirked a brow in confusion. Liam gave Jessica a coy smile, “I think you would call this skinny dipping back home. Have you ever?”

“No, it’s the type of thing you do at Coney Island.”

“Good, another first. After all, this is Europe, and these things are rather socially acceptable.” His smile was gentle as his fingers combed through her thick tresses.

“What if someone sees us?” She looked around nervously as she asked the question.

“It’s a private beach. No one is here other than you and I, and I can’t think of anything better than seeing every inch of you in the moonlight and knowing it’s a sight meant only for my eyes.”

Slowly, reluctantly, Jessica turned, offering Liam a view of her back. He stood closely behind her; his fingers, nimble and quick, unzipped her dress. She looked down to see it pool at her feet. Liam’s eyes took in her voluptuous ass, snugly fitted inside her red lace panties. His fingertips ghosted her curves before hooking his fingers into the waist of her underwear and pulling them down her hips and thighs. He bit his lip in admiration before kissing her neck while unclasping her bra.

Her hands atop his, Jessica shimmied slightly as she eased them down her calves. Stepping over her clothing, she turned to fully face Liam, and they gazed bashfully at each other in the moonlight.

“You’re a beautiful sight,” he mumbled hoarsely as he took her hand to lead her inside the grotto.

Jessica’s eyes darted here, there, and everywhere as she took in the expansiveness and beauty of the small cave. She stared in awe at the gentle ripples of the blue topaz-colored water and listened to the gentle roar of the waves that echoed off the cove’s walls. But the waves outside made an echo. Glimmers of moonlight shone upon rock ledges, damp with saltwater spray.

“I have something I want to show you,” Liam announced mysteriously before letting go of Jessica’s hand and diving beneath the water.

Jessica made herself comfortable on a nearby ledge, carefully avoiding the wet spots. She sat, expectantly watching the lagoon, waiting for Liam. After a few minutes, she got nervous and called out, “Liam! Where are you? Please tell me you’re not drowning.”

Over here, love! I assure you I haven’t been swept out to sea.”

“Good! I’m in enough Cordonian trouble as it is. The last thing I want is to tell dignitaries of two countries the King of Cordonia is lost at sea. Butt naked,” she replied in an irritable tone to cover her relief.

Liam stood to his impressive full height, water droplets dripping from his muscular body. His open hand was extended towards her. “I have something I want to show you.”

Curious, Jessica swam gracefully to Liam’s side; she was surprised at how shallow the water was. It was primarily puddling upon sand bars. She peered into his open palm to see a pearl, the color of ivory and iridescent, in the muted light of the cave; she was unsure if it shimmered naturally or because it was wet.

“Liam, I’ve never seen a real pearl before. It’s beautiful! Did you just find it?”

He grinned almost bashfully. “No. I found it last year while vacationing with family. It was Leo’s Engagement Tour, actually. Legend has it the pearl would win the heart of whomever I gave it to. But there was never anyone I wanted to have it… until I met you.”

He paused, swallowing heavily as his eyes covertly watched her expression. “Jessica, it would mean a lot to me if you accepted my humble gift.”

“God! It’s so beautiful.” her brown eyes grew wide in disbelief.

She plucked the gemstone from his hand, staring at it admiringly before casting her eyes doubtfully up at him. “Are … are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life,” he assured her. “I thought perhaps you could make it into a ring or a bracelet, whatever your heart desires. Whatever you choose, I’m sure it will be breathtaking.”

“Thank you,” Jessica whispered, standing on the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around Liam’s neck. His hands reached down to cup her ass to hoist her in his arms. His lips smiled against the soft skin of her neck.

“Come on, let’s find dry land,” Liam suggested as he began walking them back to the rock ledge. Once he deposited it gently upon the stone seat, Jessica carefully placed her gift on the ledge above her. With a satisfied smile on her face, she turned to Liam.

Their eyes locked as Liam leaned in and softly kissed her plump lips. His hands wrapped around her cool, wet body and traveled down the small of her back, stopping when his fingers reached the cleave of her buttocks. Her hand wrapped around his hard length, stroking him with an achingly slow rhythm. Liam broke the kiss to pull and nip at her neck; Jessica moaned, her eyes catching sight of the pearl before she closed them.

She felt herself positioned on the now makeshift bed, Liam’s hands and fingers skimming over her body as he aligned her. “I want to touch you everywhere, Jess. I want you, love. I need to put myself deep inside of you.”

His body hovered above hers; Liam rubbed the head of his stiff shaft against her center, his hands pinning her arms above her head. With a slight groan, his head dipped so his mouth could latch onto one of her nipples. Jessica gasped, bucking her hips up against his groin, making them both emit lustful gasps.

Their hips continued to grind together; Liam’s movements were deliberate, teasing. Jessica’s hips bumped his erratically and in frustration. He lifted his head, his blue eyes clouded with lust and desire. “You’re my treasure, Jessica.”

He slowly released one hand from her wrists, running his index finger over the features of her face; Jessica sucked it into her mouth when he outlined her lips. When she released it, Liam continued his journey to her sex. He smirked as he flickered it against her clit, making her whine his name in pleasure. “I love you,” she breathed, arching her back.

“I love you more,” Liam whispered in a muffled voice. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, marking her skin.

He knew he shouldn’t, but she was his. He was hers.

Liam maneuvered himself, so his member was at her entrance. “I need you,” he growled as he slowly sank into her.

He hissed at the first feel of her tight, warm wetness. Jessica’s eyes stared directly into his, her mouth puckered in an “O” shape. “I’m forever yours,” he whispered as he felt her tighten around his cock. His eyes closed in pleasure and concentration as he began slowly stroking her. Liam loved everything about how she felt, loved how tight and warm she was around him.

Jessica bit her lip to hold back her cries and moans. Liam filled her crevice so fully and completely. “And I am yours!” she whispered as her arms and hands pulled him closer and deeper inside her.  

Jessica’s hands fell in his hair, tugging as Liam’s hands gripped her hips as his thrusts sped up. The slapping of flesh upon flesh joined the echoing of the waves, filling the cove with the sounds of their lovemaking.  

“I’m close,” Jessica whispered, looking up at him and meeting his lips for a kiss. Liam’s thrusts became almost frenetic, yet his eyes were tender as he met and held her gaze. He thrust again, more profound and more prolonged than previously, and felt a frisson of satisfaction at hearing her unbridled yell. Jessica’s eyes rolled back in her head as her body convulsed against his. His name fell like a fervent prayer from her lips.

It was all needed to push Liam over his edge; his orgasm shot from him as if from a cannon, as his release splashed against her still clenching walls, filling her completely. He collapsed atop her, panting heavily. Once he collected himself somewhat, Liam rested his forehead against hers. He kissed her quickly before saying in a rushed voice, “Tell me to walk away, and I will. I just want to be Liam Rys, your husband, happily married to you. “All I could want out of life is to live my days waking up next to you.”

Jessica looked into Liam's hopeful eyes and said, “Walk away, Liam. Just walk away. We could like stop somewhere and get married sure my brothers will be upset but they will get over it and they would want me to be happy. You make me so happy.”

The Next Day…

Venice Italy...

Today, Liam sat at breakfast with a subtle smile on his lips. He looked down at his Windsor knot tie and knew what he wanted out of life. He was seated next to his Father and brother, wearing a Windsor knot tie. She was sitting across from him. She looked in his direction. She bit her lip as they made eye contact. Madeleine placed Jessica at the furthest end of the table, but this morning, a courier sent a gift from Valentina Amici. A coral dress, and Liam couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Once back on the train to Cordonia, Liam was having his meeting with his Father and would finally be free.

Jessica looked in his direction, and they locked eyes. She gave him a soft smile and looked around the room. She got up and walked towards the garden exit, taking the longer route and passing his seat. He knew she needed to talk to him. So he waited a few minutes and excused himself.

He saw Jessica gazing out at sunset in the distance. She was deep in thought with a troubled expression. He approached her. The sun’s orange light made her skin and eyes glow warmly. She looked at him and sighed.

“Love, you look troubled.” He kissed her, she hesitated, but he reassured her. “All the staff is serving, and all the guests are eating. Besides, the grapevines are a perfect cover. No one can see us.” She nodded and kissed him back passionately before pulling away sooner than usual and resting her forehead against his as he leaned down to hold her against him.

“Liam, I didn’t just tell you to come here to sneak away with you….”

Her tone was sad, and it made his heart seize in worry. “What is it?”

She paused and leaned back to look up into his eyes. She bit her lip, her inner self wanting nothing more than to just allow it.

“Liam, you can’t abdicate.” She started to undo his tie and began to adjust his tie into an Eldredge knot.

He sighed in relief but shook his head, “Love, my mind is made up.”

“No, it’s not. You’re thinking with your heart and not your head.”

He released a frustrated noise, “I’ve thought with my head my entire life. It’s not possible with how much I love you. My heart is winning, and I agree with it.”

She shook her head, “Well, I love you too much to let you abdicate.”

“A throne means nothing without you.” He countered.

“Your people...Your people deserve a kind, fair and innovative ruler. I know you can be one. You have all these ideas, and I know Olivia is more than capable, but I never want you to regret anything. We still have a chance… To find him.”

Liam struggled internally, pulling away and frowning. He said, “I was fine with ruling if I had you by my side like it should have been! But with Madeleine and us having to be some secret? I can’t live like that, Jess! I want you and everything that comes with being happily married to someone you love.”

Tears pricked her eyes, “Liam, I don’t want you or us to go through this either. If...If this is a burden, If I’m-”

He refused to let her finish that sentence, “Don’t even say such a ridiculous thing! You are far from a burden; you’re my life!” He gripped her tightly, “What I said in the cave; I meant. I shared that moment and pearl with you because I can’t live without you. Seeing you, even in secret, gives me hope... I want to abdicate, be with you, and be rid of this absolute mess.”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing up at him to see tears in his own eyes.

“Liam...You can’t. You can’t throw away your entire life, upbringing, duty, and people for what we’re going through. Possibly exiled from your homeland and the resting place of your mom. Having to get permission to even see family and friends. I can’t let you do that. I want a life with you too, but not if it makes you have to throw away everything to be with me. Besides, if you abdicate, it will just look like the mistress took you away when in reality, Tariq framed me and got away, and then you ran away with me. You can’t run away, Liam. I love Leo, but you’re not your brother. Tariq needs to be brought to justice. Liam, you want to lead your people. I won’t let you throw that away.”

Liam sighed and closed his eyes, embracing her and resting his chin on her hair.

“I love you, Jess. I swear to you, we will find Tariq and clear your name. Anyone involved will be brought to justice. We’ll never worry about this ever again.”

Jessica smiled through her tears, “I know. We will figure this out.”

He chuckled as a stray tear left his blue eyes. He sniffed and smiled down at her. He frowned as his thumb rubbed the tears away from her face before smiling down at her again.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

*gasps* empty inbox? well we can’t have that! just wanted to say thanks for churning out fics the way that you do. you’re a machine and i love reading your work.

do you ever think bucky would be able to hide his life with the reader away from everyone else? (with the exception of steve and maybe sam bc, well he’s sam ofc he’s gonna find out). he tries his hardest to keep the two separate because he never wants to put you in danger with his work but one day he has to bring the 2 together (almost like a clint and laura in ultron type vibe).

if this sparks interest for a full fic i won’t mind but you could also answer with some short thoughts and i’d be more than thrilled xx

*fans face* too much, too much, you're gonna make me cry! I don't know how to do anything half measure so you have a full fic my sweets xx

Family First || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mentions of injuries, guns, violence, fluff WC: 2.1k

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Prequel Blurb

“Shh, sweetie, daddy will be home soon.” You cooed as your daughter cried for Bucky.

The ice pack on her ankle didn’t seem to be helping but at least the bandage on her knee had stopped the bleeding. You checked your phone once again, seeing he had read the message you sent and you cradled her head close to your chest. At least this latest injury wasn’t as bad as the time she broke her wrist falling out of a tree. You had to admit you didn’t handle that very well but it was the first serious injury your daughter had sustained. You had left a hysterical voicemail for him that really didn’t explain what had happened, only that you were rushing your daughter to hospital.

Bucky had charged in like he was about to face down a legion of aliens again, Steve and Sam right behind him. You weren’t sure who was more surprised, you at the fact he had brought friends from work or them at the fact he had a family. It was no secret being married to anyone in the Avengers was a risk but out of all of them, Bucky thought he had the biggest target because of who he used to be. After Bucky had seen that your daughter was safe, hurt but safe, he had introduced you to the men you had heard so much about and swore them to secrecy.

“You have a daughter?” Steve was still stunned at the revelation and his eyebrows were almost crushed together as the nurse had stepped out into the waiting area and called out her name.

“Sarah Barnes?”

Steve looked like he was going to cry when he realised Bucky had named her after his mom. They two men were still waiting there when she was released a few hours later with a bright pink cast covering her arm.

“Do you think Captain America and the Falcon could sign it, mommy?” She had asked, turning her bright blue eyes that she got from her father on you just like he did when he wanted you to say yes to something.

“Only if they want to.” You nodded with a small smile, leaning into your husband's embrace as you finally took a breath that the ordeal was over. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out.”

“It’s okay.” He had chuckled, rubbing soothing circles over your back. “I’m surprised we went this long without them finding out. I’m just glad you two are alright. When I heard you crying I thought…doesn’t matter, you’re both fine and that’s all that matters to me.”

You looked over at Sarah and saw she had climbed up onto the bench between Steve and Sam to regale the story that had led to her broken arm. You would not have thought that only three hours earlier she was a screaming mess and now she was anything but.

“Do you have to go back to work or do you want to invite them over for dinner?”

“If I have to eat another tv dinner I swear I’ll lose my mind.” Sam answered for them.

“I didn’t say you were invited.” Bucky shot back and you nudged your elbow into his ribs.

“You are both welcome to come. It’ll be nice to talk to someone who actually knows my husband exists and doesn’t think he is some fictitious character I made up.” You half joked and Sam gave you an odd look. “Parent teacher night last year. That really happened.”

His booming laugh filled the hallway and he held his hand up in apology to the nurses that looked his way disapprovingly before he clapped Bucky on the back. “Ouch, that has gotta hurt man.”

You were pulled from your thoughts as the sound of tyres crunching the gravel driveway filled the quiet countryside and up to the porch swing you were sitting on. You wiped away the latest tears that clung to Sarah’s eyelashes and pointed to the dust trail snaking up the hillside.

“See there’s daddy.” You smiled. “I told you he would come.”

Your smile faltered as you saw the reflection of the roof and realised it was black but Bucky’s SUV was silver. Not wanting to alarm her, you scooped her up and carried her inside. “That dust is going to get everywhere if I don’t shut the door.”

You placed her down on the couch and shut the front door, quietly bolting the locks in place and opened the coat closet to get the gun and burner phone that was hidden inside. You hit the only number that was programmed and it was answered on the first ring.

“Bucky, someone’s here.” You rushed as you peeked through the curtain beside the door.

“I need you and Sarah to go down to the basement. Lock yourself inside and don’t come out for anyone but me, Steve or Sam.” You had known him long enough to recognise his voice when he was scared, god knows you had held him through the nights when he cried and he had that same voice now.

“What’s going on baby?”

“Someone hacked us, they stole almost every piece of information on each of us.” He admitted and you heard metal groan as he put his vibranium fist through it. “I’m so fucking sorry, I think they know about you, about Sarah.”

You shoved the phone into the crook of your neck and shoved the gun down the back of your waistband before scooping up Sarah from the couch. “We are going to go treasure hunting downstairs ok sweetie.”

“That’s not daddy is it?” She asked as she heard the car doors slam closed and squealed.

“Daddy’s coming, Sarah.” Bucky called out as he heard his daughters panic but she couldn’t hear, even you could barely make out his words as the cell signal cut out the further down the stairs you descended. “I love you - so much. I’m on - way.”

“We love you too.”

You prayed he heard you before the call dropped and you put Sarah down roughly as you heard the front door slam, it would take all your strength to push shut the heavy reinforced steel door. Sarah cried as her ankle gave way beneath her and she fell to the ground but you had to focus on shutting the door, it was all there was between you and the men you could hear ransacking your home.

“It’s okay, sweetie, I know it's scary, mommy’s scared too.” You rasped as you held back your tears and brushed Sarah’s dark hair back from her face.

She was a prettier feminine image of Bucky and sometimes you thought the only thing she got from you was your clumsiness. Especially now, she bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling and she hugged her arms around your neck as you sat in the corner, hidden by a barrier of moving boxes you had never ended up unpacking.

“It’s okay mommy, you don't have to be scared. Daddy’s going to save us from the bad men.”

There was not a single speck of doubt and you nodded your head, wishing you had the infallible hopes of a child but fear of reality kept grounding you with despair. It felt like hours but the phone showed it was only minutes later that the men descended the stairs and the loud rounds of gunfire rang out as they tried to shoot through the door. Sarah’s screams pierced your eardrums and you cradled her to your chest even tighter, wondering how long it would take for them to break through.

You were sitting ducks if they managed to get through and there were so many things you never got to say to Bucky. Dropping the useless burner phone, you pulled yours from your smartphone pocket and opened the voice recorder since it didn’t have any bars of signal either.

“Do you want to tell daddy how much you love him so we can play it for him when he gets here?” You asked as your voice broke at the lie and you hit the red record button.

“I can’t wait to see you bust in the door daddy! You’re going to kick their asses.” She growled proudly before you mouthed I love you. “I love you, daddy, you’re the bestest.”

“Mommy will be back in a minute.” You carefully moved her off you so that she was hidden behind the boxes and you walked to the opposite corner as you swallowed the lump in your throat and put the phone back up to your lips. “This is probably the worst time but I never thanked you. I know this is the worst case scenario you always feared and I wish I could see a way where we get out of this but…if this is it, I want you to know I don’t regret us. I know how guilty you feel and I know you will blame yourself but this was not your fault, baby, it was not your fault.

I knew the second I saw you in the market that you would change my life and I’m so glad you did, James. You gave me the world, you gave me your heart, you gave me a family. I-” You heard the door starting to groan and saw the hinges turning red as they torched their way through, panic gripping your last words and holding them hostage in your throat and you had to raise your voice over the sound of the blow torch. “I love you, so fucking much!”

“That’s a naughty word!”

You sobbed a laugh as you ended the recording and attached it to an email so that the moment your phone had signal it would complete its final mission to reach your husband. Tears blurred your vision as you pulled Sarah into your embrace and hummed the tune to hush little baby, just like you did when she was a baby.

Screams and gunfire broke out and you covered Sarah’s ears as her own cries added to the noise, her fear finally overriding the faith she had in her father. You could see the line of fire had almost completely made its way through the hinges on the door and the metal was groaning under the pressure of its weight pulling it down. Light broke through the room as the door gave way, the crash of it hitting the concrete floor threatening to blow your eardrums and it shook the foundations of the house.

“Sarah! Y/N!”

Sarah tore your hands away as she heard her dad’s voice and she tried to get up but you pulled her back down. “Wait! Wait for daddy to come to us, sweetie.”

You struggled to hold her still as she tried to run towards the voice that promised her safety but you didn’t know how many men stood between you and him. You pressed your lips to her forehead and begged her to stay silent until she finally quietened down. The gunfire was no longer constant and it was only every few breaths that one or two shots went off and you weren’t sure if that was good or bad.

Heavy footsteps descended the stairs and you heard a deeply relieved sigh before you caught sight of Bucky’s boots stepping into your line of sight. “DADDY!!!”

You let Sarah go as she jumped up, Bucky easily catching her and cradling her to his chest and he checked over her for any injuries, aside from the scrap of falling off her bike.

“Told you I would come for you babygirl.” He choked as he peppered her forehead with kisses. “Daddy’ll always come for his two best girls.”

You had sagged with relief at seeing him arrive and your eyes closed as you realised the terror was over. You opened your eyes as you felt movement and found Bucky sitting beside you and pulling you into his side so he could hug you both.

“I have some bad news.” He murmured quietly as he ran his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead.

“You got blood on the carpet.” You tried to joke but your voice failed to hold any humour.

“That too.” He said, the ghost of a smile tipping up at your attempt. “There’s some more people I want you to meet.”

“Who else came with you?” You asked, worried about even more people knowing but grateful for their help nonetheless. You watched him chew his lip and knew it was bad before he even answered.

“Everyone.”

Part Two/Parallel Story

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