#and sorry Sebastian that it took me so long to do this; I didn't see the notification until late last night!

[sakurocha]

All bachelors asking you to dance with them during the Flower Festival!

hello hello!! i am so sorry this is late, it took some fine tuning—hopefully i got it right :) thank you so much for the ask, as always~

bachelors asking you to dance at the flower dance !

featuring all bachelors ♡

⊹₊⟡ sam

struggling through the Allergies™️

but he fights through it to get to you!! because he absolutely MUST ask the cute farmer out this year. this year is the YEAR

he's impressed that you can dance, too, as he watches you practice your twirls and glides with abigail

shoots abigail a significant look as she ~conveniently~ decides to go pester her dad at his stall

and all of a sudden, you and sam are side-by-side, while he casts nervous sidelong glances at you

"hey, you look really nice today..."

you simply respond with a smile and a compliment of your own, innocently unaware of his intentions

hoo boy, you are unknowingly making it VERY HARD for him

"want to... dance with me this year?" he manages to squeak out, face flushing before he even finishes his sentence

you're more than happy to accept, clasping his hand and dragging him into the center of the clearing, your carefree laughs and hollers carrying through the forest~

⊹₊⟡ sebastian

cannot believe that he is seriously considering asking someone to the flower dance

but, he figures, any time spent with you is worth much more than any embarrassment he might feel

so he just bites the bullet, finding you amongst the crowd, pulling you discreetly aside, and asks you, matter-of-factly

"dance with me?” he asks, holding out his hand

you're honestly surprised by his forwardness, but nonetheless overjoyed to accept

he didn't think he could ever enjoy dancing so much, especially in a stuffy suit of all things

but seeing the happy smile on your face has him... gasp! blushing?!?!

he’s able to overcome his initial anxiety when he has you comfortably in his arms, slowly swaying to the music

he could get used to this… ;)

⊹₊⟡ alex

tries to play it cool but he is seriously STRUGGLING

he had never had a problem with talking to you, so why was it so hard for him to muster up the courage to ask you?? >:(

pretends to be all casual, voice all light and airy when he approaches you, hands in his pockets

“you clean up real nice,” he says, tamping down the fear in his throat

but then when you look at him with your pretty doll eyes, he suddenly feels his macho return

“you’d look better next to me, though. whaddya say we dance together?” he asks, a smirk on his perfect lips

if he wasn’t so damn charming you’d be rolling your eyes

but alas, alex mullner is alex mullner, and in the blink of an eye, he has his hands planted possessively on your waist, the other guiding you in a surprisingly elegant dance as the two of you twirl together in the spring breeze~

⊹₊⟡ harvey

get this poor man a doctor of his own because his heart is RACING

seriously reconsidering his original plan, especially when he sees you so dolled up, excitedly flouncing over to greet him with a chaste peck on his cheek

and the poor man’s face burns a million degrees hotter

starts with some small talk, to check in on how you’re doing

but also to try and calm his nerves!! >_<

he finally finds the courage to ask you when you look up at him with expectant eyes, as if wordlessly encouraging him to say the words you've been waiting for all year

"would you... care to dance with me?" he asks softly

and BOOM, he's swept up in a whirlwind of your movements as you pull him over to the dance, giggling all the while

"took you long enough to ask me, doctor!~"

⊹₊⟡ elliott

has a grand proposal planned out just for you

with a blooming bouquet of delicate flowers he had picked that day, during a morning stroll before the festival

he doesn't even ask you at the dance, he arrives at the doorstep to your farmhouse bright and early

just before you open the door though, he's a flustered mess

smoothing out his hair and the lapels of his jacket

he has never felt!! so nervous before!!

but before he can even fully gather his thoughts, you're suddenly standing in front of him, a delighted look on your face

"elliott! what's the meaning of this?"

he clears his throat, finding the courage to (metaphorically) sweep you off your feet with his honeyed words

"would you care to accompany me to the flower dance, my rose?"

you squeal with joy as you throw your arms around him, letting him lift you off the ground in a fairytale-like embrace <3

⊹₊⟡ shane

off in a quieter corner of the field, sipping on a soda

he was secretly waiting for you to show up, but he acts all bothered when you run over to him, all cheery and smiley

you lovee bothering him <3

behind closed doors, you were hoping for him to ask you to dance, but you knew there was no chance of that happening

so his next words caught you completely off guard, spoken so quietly you almost missed them

“… wanted t’try dancing this year, ‘n i figured you would be the most helpful, seein’ how you’re so good at it…” he mutters just barely under his breath

you just yank him by the arm to the center of the dance, much to his surprise

“if you wanna dance with me, just say that!” you laugh, twirling around him at a dizzying speed

he was in for a RIDE, but he was more than amused to oblige <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~

[valley-of-headcanons]

I would like to request a farmer taking care of a sick Sebastian, if that's alright with you!

poor thing || sebastian x reader oneshot

sebastian is a sickly victorian child, if only there was someone to nurse him back to health ...

warnings: sebastian jokingly tells you to kys

requested by: @thatwolfnamednyla , hiya!! sorry for this taking so long, life stuff, yada yada. i hope you enjoy the request! i tried to make sure it was different from the harvey one despite the similar premise lmao. i really enjoyed writing this!! <3

Sebastian texting you in the middle of the day to complain about something wasn't new. When you were hard at work, you'd check your phone to see your lovely boyfriend venting to you through text. It wasn't usually too serious, and it was really to start a conversation or to get his thoughts out. You weren't expecting the complaints that he shared with you today, though.

Seb 💙: my head hurts so bad rn ngl, and my sinuses are fucked. i hate spring :/

❤️: Do you need me to bring you some medicine? I can run by Harvey's soon.

Seb 💙: plea

Seb 💙: pjease

Seb 💙: oh my fucking god my eyes hurt so bad i can't fumking type

❤️: You poor thing :(

Seb 💙: kys 😘

Sebastian was curled up in his blankets when you arrived, staring at his phone like a zombie. He looked like a wreck, his face more pale and his hair messier than usual. He looked at you in the doorway, holding some medicine and what looked to be hot soup. He had a soft smile on his face, attempting to speak. All that came out was a squeak, and then silent embarrassment. He was definitely a wreck.

You sat down beside him on the bed, grabbing the medicine from the bag. “Harvey gave me some cough syrup and some allergy meds. I also grabbed some Tylenol for your head, and some food. You barely take care of yourself as is, you probably haven't even gotten out of bed to eat. Have you?”

With a shake of his head, Sebastian sat up and rubbed his eyes. “C- ... couldn't get the motivation. I haven't even tried talking this morning yet, I didn't know my voice was all ... gross,” he said with a soft frown. He rested his warm forehead on your shoulder as you began to pour some cough medicine for him. He took it begrudgingly, gagging at the taste.

“You're more dramatic when you're sick, huh?” you said with a smile, grabbing the pills that you had been given. You handed them to Sebastian and forced him to take them with water. Dehydration was pretty common with Sebastian, as he sometimes forgets to drink enough throughout the day.

Sebastian took the medicine and continued drinking the water, just like you asked. “Listen- ... I feel, sound, and probably look like a sickly Victorian child on their deathbed. Let me be the dramatic one for once,” he mumbled softly.

You laughed softly, opening up your arms and allowing Sebastian to lay his head against your chest. “Well, let me be your deathbed, I guess. I'll stay as long as you want me to, 'kay? I've done pretty much everything I need to do today. You've got me for the rest of the night, if you'd like.”

Sebastian croaked out a soft “okay,” wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. The sound of your heartbeat echoed through his ears, a wave of calm washing over him. His body was drained, and when he was with you, he felt safe enough to rest it. He didn't feel the need to be productive, or walk outside and smoke. He just had you, and he was okay with putting his health in your hands.

You brushed your hand through his hair, feeling the soft strands. It was extremely soft when it didn't have mountains of gel coating it. You loved every aspect of him and his style, even if it prevented you from really feeling his hair all the time. He did really like the sensation, though. He wouldn't verbally admit it, but he'd certainly let you know through the soft sigh of relief.

Grabbing the remote, you flicked on the TV. Sebastian was obsessed with this fantasy show, so you decided to turn it on. He'd rematched it several times, and you knew he'd be excited to watch it again.

Sebastian eyes flickered to the screen, before turning to you and pressing a gentle kiss against your jaw. He slinked back to your chest, snuggling into the space between your collarbone and your neck. He was so comfortable, despite how sick he felt. You were the best medicine after all. Also, the medicine you gave him was starting to kick in. That's probably it.

“Thank you,” Seb mumbled softly. He took your free hand in his, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb. “I appreciate what all you do for me, even if I'm sick and whiny,” he said, clearing his throat.

“You don't have to thank me, hon. Everyone needs to be taken care of sometimes. But, what you can do to repay me, is to start feeling better,” you said, planting a quick kiss on his forehead.

“I can't just magically feel betterrrr ...” he whines gently, burying his head deeper within your chest.

You sighed jokingly, rubbing his back. “Fiiiiine, I guess you pass this time. Next time, you're not getting away with it.”

“Oh nooo ... that's so saddd ...” he said, jokingly monotone. He snuggled even closer, looking up at you. “I love you, by the way.”

“And I love you,” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “Are you feeling any better, though?”

He nodded, laying back onto you. “Mhm ... I think I just needed you. Feelin' a lot better.”

“Good,” you said with a smile. You kept rubbing his back, feeling him relax into your touch. Before long, you heard a soft snore from him, followed by a few twitches. He had fallen asleep, comfortable in your arms. He really needed the sleep, and it's definitely weird seeing Sebastian asleep so early. Hopefully, this was a sign he would feel better tomorrow. You wouldn't have it any other way.

[emichanted]

Can i request a Sebastian mordern au smut and fluff where fem reader is 19/20 and Sebastian is her 28/29 y/o boyfriend taking her virginity:3 only uf you write smut

➷ FIRST TIME ft. Sebastian Michaelis (18+)

A/N: sorry this request took so long, I have just been so busy, but I hope you like it ;)

Contains: SMUT SMUT SMUT!! MDNI!! Virgin!Reader, Female Reader, OlderBf!Sebastian, Pet names (darling, love, baby), & fluff <3

WC: 5.4K NOT PROOFREAD!!!

Sebastian had been your boyfriend since you were 19. He's a good few years older than you, but you didn't care, you always had a thing for older men, always joking with your friends about wanting a "DILF". At first, many people thought you were with him for money or just his looks, because why else would you be dating a 28 year old man? The truth is, you loved his personality. His looks were just a bonus. He was just so handsome that you wanted to crawl into his skin. But, obviously, that's not possible.

It was your 20th birthday today. You and had told him you wanted to do it.

"Are you sure?" His grip on your hips tigeths as you sat on his lap.

You reply with a nod. Sebastian knew you were a virgin and inexperienced. He was honoured that you trusted him and offered to let him take it. A big grin appears on his face as he leans in closer to your neck.

"Anything for my darling princess~"

He gently starts nibbling on your neck, something he usually does. But he never want further than that, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable, especially since you were in experienced.

Today, though... He slowly moved his hands from your hips, up under your shirt, stopping just at the lower of your back, waiting to see if you'd object or hesitate, instead he was met with a soft moan from your lips at the touch. You feel him smile against your neck as he then lets his hands move up further, to the middle of your back, one hand to the front, gently rubbing over your chest. He feels you shiver under his touch, making him hard underneath you.

He gently flicks his tongue against your neck, getting another shiver from you, your hands gripping onto his shoulders. You moved your hips, feeling his hardness underneath you, colour flushing your cheeks.

"Sebastian..." He could hear the impatience in your voice.

"Shh, my darling." He took one of your breasts into his hands, kneading it gently, earning a moan of pleasure from you. "No need to rush anything."

And so he continued teasing you like this, punching your nipple, leaving hickeys on your neck, feeling you move your hips against his. You swore your panties were soaked by now....

Then finally, he picked you up and flipped you over, having you underneath him. You could see him grin at you as he grabbed your hips and squeezed them.

"Now, let me ask again..." His voice is low. "Are you sure?"

You nod, but he grabs your chin gently and stares right into your eyes. "I need to hear you say it, darling..."

You gulp. "Yes..."

Sebastian smiled. A grin you've never seen on him before. He didn't waste any time after your confirmation, and immediately got to taking off your shirt, taking in the sight of your oh, so beautiful breasts. He dipped his head down and gently flicked his tongue at your already hard nipple. You gripped his shoulders and let out a moan, due to how sensitive they were from his pinching earlier.

"Sebastian~"

He took his moved his hand from your hip and used it to push your shorts aside, rubbing your sensitive cunt through your panties, earning a groan of approval from him at how wet he already made you. He gently circled his fingers on your clit through the fabric, making you moan and shiver under him.

"Seb, baby, please...."

He finally detached his mouth from your nipple. "Please what, love?"

Your breathing was heavy, and he loved seeing you like this... So needy, desperate for more.

He moved your panties aside and gently inserted one of his fingers in your needy hole, making you gasp. "Is this what you want?"

You felt so full, just from one finger, but before you could even answer, he inserted another one. He started pumping them in and out slowly, making you moan and shudder. He loved the beautiful sounds you made. Oh, now that he finally knows what you sound like, he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to get enough of it.

You're still gripping onto his arms, as he steals your breathe away from you. Quite literally. You're gasping, panting and moaning so loud, you're surprised if the neighbours couldn't hear you.

You feel your whole body tense up, as you feel warmth pool at the end of your belly. You can see Sebastian smirking as he quickens the pace of his fingers, making you cum around them.

When he takes his fingers back out, he licks them clean of your juices, making you blush in embarrassment. He looks over at you again as he positions himself between your legs.

"Are you ready, darling?"

All you could do was nod, your breathe lost. You weren't too sure if you couldn't handle another orgasm for your first time, but you wanted him so so so much.

You watch him as he unbuckles his belt and slowly pulls down his pants, noticing his bulge. You never really looked at him down there, wanting to be respectful and not making him uncomfortable, but when he pulled down his boxers, you gasped.

He aligned himself with your entrance, looking up at you for confirmation that it's still okay. You nod, feeling a bit shy. He gently pushes himself in, and at first, it hurts. It hurts you so bad, you grab his shoulders and tears rolls down your face. He wipes your tears away with his fingers and gently presses a kiss to your forehead.

"It's okay, darling, it'll be over in a second... Let me know if it's too much, okay?"

You nod and he starts slowly moving in and out, making you let out loud moans. And he was right, it was over in a second. All you felt now was pleasure. You felt so full with him inside you. It was a very different feeling from his fingers or your own.

When Sebastian feels your walls hug him, and hears you moan out his name, he can't help but speed up his pace, making you throw your head back further into the mattress of the bed. While one hand, grips your thigh, to keep them spread apart, he uses the free one to trace circles with his fingers over your sensitive clit, earning a beautiful stream of moans.

As expected, for your first time, you reach your climax quite quick. Sebastian feels your walls tighten around him, making him groan from pleasure. You're so tight, he feels his own orgasm coming quick.

He doesn't slow down his pace, letting you ride your orgasm out, and then he pulls out and finishes on your tummy. He watches as you lay there, trying to catch your breathe. You look so beautiful with your forehead covered in sweat, your eyes glossy and your stomach covered in his cum. He chuckles to himself as he leans towards you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Was that good for your first time?"

You manage to muster up a weak smile, nodding your head. It was definitely not what you expected... Although, you didn't know what to expect for your first time. But Sebasatian definitely didn't disappoint.

Sebasatian couldn't help but chuckle at your response. "Alright, let me clean you up..."

After Sbastian had taken you out of bed and carried you to the bathroom, running you a hot bath, he brings you back to the bedroom and lays you down. He presses another soft kiss to your forehead as he lays down beside you.

"Goodnight, my love."

You smile and cuddle up to him, your energy slowly coming back. "Night."

MASTERLIST // REQS OPEN!!

[bloodyymaryyy]

Gossip girl xoxo ~

F1 grid x driver! Reader

Side note : I don't know why it took me so long to write this but here we go

The reader is a driver on red bull at checo's place

Request : no

Part 2 /part 3 / part 4 / masterlist

It all started when y/n a young talented woman joined the f1 in red bull racing, having won 2 World titles at f2 finally getting the recognition she deserved.

When she was younger she looked up on a lot of drivers that had retired by the time she joined at 2019 like Sebastian Vettle, Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso, Michel Schumacher, Niki lauda and a few others.

Having her room filled with posters, signed photos, cups, shirts, pictures of her and her idols, paddock passes and everything.

Her childhood crush on Jenson Button was a best kept secret,. Very few knew about her crush and she preferred it that way because it was going to be awkward because if it got out, because come on they work together in a sense, he had interviewed her multiple times.

Driving along side max both at 17 had both good days and bad, with competition racing against your idols, your friends was a bit of a struggle in the beginning but as the months passed they all learned to not take whatever happens on the track outside of it and then she and a few others like Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, Pierre and some other people getting more serious with the races.

The fans favourite moments were when before they race they waving at one other from inside of their cockpits, or traditions they did before the race, or even when they gathered around gossiping when and if they could whenever they were. Outside at a cafe? Yes!, at their hang outs? Yes!, at their grid walks? Yep! And the fan favs at press conference and before the races. Twitter going crazy about that.

There are so many talks.

When you spend almost half of your time on a place With so many people, either loud or whispers you Will learn so many things and hear so many things which you probably shouldn't hear or know but it's hard to not acknowledge them like an engineer from Mercedes fucked someone from redbull in hopes of learning information about the car so Mercedes could be better.

Or that a redbull engineer got his wife little sister and best friend pregnant the same month that he got his wife pregnant With his second child.

Some times you hear rumor regardless of whether that may be true or not....

Christian horner talking and fucking a girl from his team which when you learned that you didn't know what to do because Christian was a father figure to you and Max having shity fathers. Be cautious when you were around him? Desapointed? Sad? Or disgusted? You didn't know for sure either way and you went to max first with the information you had. At first he was just like you. A wave of emotions washed over him like it did to you, then you both discuss and decided on what to do and that was to wait and see if it's true or not, to not tell anyone nor his wife which you were close to or anyone for that matter and never mentioned it again... Verbally anyway when you saw him texting someone in the presence of his wife you exchanged looks, knowing looks or side eyeing each other when you saw them together talking a few meters from everyone else whispering . Which a few months later the texts of them were linked and you learned that a week or so from the first race of the season when you were tagged in a post about it

(Side note: I took actual tweets of that because I can't be bothered to make fake ones but also I am trying to edit it to have her be mentioned in them)

Hey I am gonna do a part 2 because it doesn't let me put more than 10 so.... Sorry

[logansargey]

Nico/Jenson being Logan's parents headcannons

To the anon who asked me to do this, I'm sorry I lost your question and that it took me so long. Hopefully you find this well.😭

Logan grew up keeping it a secret so people wouldn't think they're the reason he got into F1

He grew up speaking all the languages they taught him, but no one knows he speaks them.

He loves when people say he looks like Nico because he thinks his dad is pretty.

He celebrates mother's day with Nico and Father's day with Jenson (it started as a joke but now they've continuously done it)

When Logan got into his first kart, both his dad's cried.

Logan accidentally called Nico 'dad' in front of Lewis once and it's been awkward ever since

He cried in Jenson's arms when he won his first race.

Nico was weary of Logan making close friends in karting (war flashbacks ifykyk)

Nico and Jenson have had arguments with multiple people because they've talked about Logan's driving rudely.

Logan ignored Nico for a whole week after Nico told him that the tooth fairy wasn't real.

He then ignored Jenson for two weeks after Jenson told him that Santa wasn't real

Jenson calls Nico and Logan his blonde brats (neither of them like it but Jenson thinks it's funny)

Jenson tells the worst dad jokes in history and Logan stares at him. (He actually thinks they're funny but will never admit that)

Logan calls Nico 'Brittany' sometimes just to piss him off.

One time, a girl Logan was going out with called Jenson a dilf one, bc she didn't know he was his dad, and Logan almost threw up.

Jenson and Nico lost Logan at a race once when he was a kid and sent security out to find him. Logan was just sneaking food in the Mercedes garage.

Logan's favorite uncle is Sebastian.

Logan once hid Jenson's glasses from him because Nico told Jenson that he looked hot in them

When people ask Logan about his family, he stares at them like an owl until they go away.

Jenson took Logan fishing because, yk, 'American culture' and he found out he loved doing it with him

When Logan was younger, he used to hit Jenson every time he hugged or kissed Nico because "He's my dad, get away from him"

Little Logan was clingy to Nico which made Jenson a little jealous

Logan loved being carried by his dads when he was younger. But he preferred to be carried on Nico's hip and for Jenson to carry him on his back.

Logan used to take naps in the weirdest places and they've lost him many times because of it.

Jenson used to peel all Logan's fruits for him. He still does whenever he can get the chance.

Jenson and Logan once tried to make Nico breakfast but it ended with the smoke detector going off and about two ruined pans. Nico wouldn't let them in the kitchen for weeks afterwards.

Nico used to carry Logan everywhere and actually cried when he realized Logan was getting too big for him to do it anymore.

Jenson taught Logan how to ride a bike, but not without a busted knee and Nico smacking him upside the head for it.

They absolutely adore Logan's accent and the way he pronounces certain words

They make him say big words just to hear it in his accent.

Logan still naps in Nico's lap from time to time and Nico cries every time.

Logan used to sneak into his parents' room when he had a nightmare and would elbow Jenson in the ribs.

Nico had to comfort Jenson because he started bawling his eyes out when he found one of Logan's onesies from when he was a baby.

Logan still calls his dads some nights so they can talk him to sleep when he's having trouble.

Logan was one of those jealous kids that would get mad when he would see other kids around his dads.

Okay so this is the end but I'll probably make a pt2 with more young Logan and his dads because I have so many ideas.

[foreverlittlesoshi]

the bondage of freedom

noah sebastian x reader

content warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving), fingering, sacrilegious, purity, dom! noah and bulge kink

word count - 1.7k

MINORS DNI 18+

an - i have no knowledge of religion as i didn't grow up with it so i truly apologize if i offend you but this idea has been stuck in my head for a good while.

there’s nothing wrong with feeling this way, noah told himself, it’s just a damn crush.

but he knew he had no chance with you at all, i mean you two were complete opposite of each other. while he was covered in tattoos, you had no ink littering your skin. he only ever wore dark colors, you wore bright and neutral colors. the only jewelry he wore were rings that adored his long inked fingers, while you wore a gold cross necklace along with a gold purity ring that wrapped around your left ring finger that you’ve worn since the age of 15. he remembers the day he had asked you about it.

“why do you always wear that ring? i’ve never seen you take it off or remove it once.”

“oh, it’s my purity ring! my parents gifted it to me for my birthday.” you told him while admiring it, “it’s my pledge to wait until marriage.”

he couldn’t help but scoff, “you really believe in all that waiting till marriage bullshit?”

“i mean, yeah. i’d rather focus on my schooling and career before having sex. in plus, i wanna wait for the right person who is gonna love me for the rest of my life instead of just using me for something sinful. wouldn’t you agree?” you question him.

“just because my dad is the priest doesn’t mean i’m innocent. that went away a couple months ago.” he informed you and you looked away from him.

“well, congratulations on that but that’s not something i wanna do.” you told him quietly.

he felt bad for making you uncomfortable back then but he was just trying to prove a point. he feels bad even now because he couldn’t control his thoughts when it came to you. you were sitting right beside him wearing a lilac floral cami dress with a white cardigan and black mary janes, the neckline kept you covered but for any reason if the dress was tugged down he would be able to see your cleavage and that made his mind spiral.

the service had ended about 20 minutes ago so there wasn’t a lot of people left in the chapel and you said something to him but he was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear you. as you stood up, he got the great idea to trip you though it was risky but he just wanted a peek and he got just what he wanted as you fell. the sight of lacy black underwear took him by surprise while his cock hardened fast though it didn’t last long as you quickly tugged your dress down when you stood up.

“noah! why did you do that?!” you quietly yelled at him, he had to restrain himself before he was a little too honest with you.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t realize i put my foot out.” his false sympathy was evident in his voice but you just sighed and made your way out of the chapel into the corridor. he waited a few minutes then got up to follow you. he couldn’t hold back anymore especially if he was gonna be able to get you alone somewhere.

when he saw you exit the restroom, he started walking towards you and you noticed him immediately though it wasn’t hard to spot him.

“noah, are you okay? you’ve been acting weird all day.” the innocence in your voice almost made him cum right then and there.

“yeah, i just need to see you on my cock hun.” your body froze at his words, face turning pink and your eyes wide at him. “c’mon. i know you’ve never done anything but do you really wanna until marriage when i could make you feel good. forget all that bullshit for once and just trust me.”

of course you found noah attractive but you couldn’t imagine that he wanted you and with how much you would be on his case with not following the right path, you thought he would’ve dropped you by now. not to mention, you have gotten off to the thought of him a couple times.

“fine, i trust you noah.” you swore you could feel the purity ring burning your skin after you spoke those words.

“good girl. now, meet me back in the chapel at midnight. keep this dress on as well.” he told you as he kissed your cheek and walked away.

what did you just agree to?

-

you felt nauseous as you walked into the chapel, you wanted to be here but you were just nervous since you didn’t know what to expect with what would happen.

“i’m glad you didn’t back out.” the sound of noah’s voice startled you.

“of course i did. i told you that i trusted you.” you told him as you walked towards the podium.

when you got close enough, he made you lean back on the podium as he began kissing you but it didn't last long since he moved his lips to your neck which caused goosebumps to rise all over your body. he grabbed a fist full of your hair tugging it as he dragged his tongue up your neck till he reaches your ear then lightly bites and you let out a whimper at feeling.

noah then fell to his knees before you, pushing your dress up to see you were still wearing those lacy black underwear and he couldn’t hold back a smirk as he tugged them off of you then quickly shoved them into his pocket as a trinket to remember this.

“no one can be this cute.” he murmurs to himself as he stares at your slick heavenly cunt, leaning in to start lapping it up with his hot tongue melting against you then spreading you open with his thumbs while an overwhelming ecstasy flows through your body starting from your toes all the way up to your head with hot pleasure mainly in your belly.

“oh god, noah!” you cry out as he wrapped his lips around your clit then began to suck and lick while your thighs trembled against his head and tangled your fingers in his hair.

“there’s no god here to save you, sweetheart. just me. accept me as your god and cum for me now.” he commanded as he slid his long middle and ring finger into you. the curling of his fingers inside of you causes you to forget everything as you feel the hot bliss in your body explode and you let out a loud moan of his name. he moves away to stand back over you while sucking his fingers clean of your slick as fight off tears of embarrassment since you enjoyed the sight of him.

noah made you rest your back against the podium again as he pulled his pants down to expose himself and you immediately felt intimidated by the size of his cock.

“wanna taste?” noah asked as he noticed how hard you were staring at him.

you quickly nodded at him, he dragged his finger along his tip to gather precum and then brought it towards your lips. your lips wrapped around his finger carefully with your tongue licking his cum up, it was sweet but slightly salty and it may have been a sin but you loved the flavor of him. noah watched you with hooded eyes as he slowly took his finger out of your mouth while you whined at him and he pulled you into a kiss, his tongue grazing over your teeth which you could still taste yourself on. it was supposed to be nasty but it felt so amazing.

“you’re so fuckin disgusting for letting me do this to you.” he groans as he pulls away from you.

“we shouldn’t be doing this in general.” you inform him as you run your hand down his body.

“it’s gonna feel amazing, doll. don’t worry. i can’t fuckin wait to ruin you and feel how tight this pussy is.” the sound of his voice causes you to shiver with pleasure and he removes his shirt then stuffed it into your mouth.

“just to be safe.” is all he says as he lines himself to the slick mess between your thighs.

noah slides in with no resistance, he tries to take it slow but the feeling of your tight walls causes him to thrust into you fully and the shirt muffles your scream. slowly pulling out just to go right back in which causes your head to fall back and mind to go blank. “are you really a woman of god if i was able to convince you this easily to sin?” he removes the shirt from your mouth which lets you finally moan loudly at the pleasure of him pushing your thighs further apart letting him reach even deeper if possible.

“oh fuck, noah. i’ve never felt like this before.” you whine at him as he accentuated each hard thrust against the podium, feeling the wood dig into your back.

“because your god can’t give you pleasure like i can. i knew this is what you needed so let me be your only god.” noah tells you.

“i will.” you whimper as you cry at the feeling of him speeding up, his hand grabbed yours then made you feel your stomach and your head fell back as you could feel his cock through your stomach which caused you to clench around him harder. he barely touched your clit which finally let you cum, crying with whines escaping your mouth and moan. the rough and bruising grip he had on your thighs felt amazing as he shuddered and faltered while sucking on your neck as he came inside you.

as he pulled out and let you go, you moaned and opened your eyes only to be met with the sight of the statue of christ staring down at you as the feeling of cum dripped out of you and down your legs.

“don’t move.” noah then spoke as he pulled his phone out, snapping a picture of your completely fucked out and ruined body. dress pulled up, hair disheveled, face red with tears still streaming down your face and his cum still dripping out of you.

“noah.” you groan out, he puts his phone away then helps you straighten yourself up and himself as well.

he gives you a soft kiss before saying, “so? am i worthy of being your god now, sweetheart?”

title comes from heaven by taemin which inspired this whole idea along with the hell i overcame mv

i already know i'm going straight to hell so don't even bother telling me.

part two - https://foreverlittlesoshi.tumblr.com/post/769419252834992128/if-you-were-church

[pretzel-box]

you killed me with the last part of sunkissed 😭😭 i NEED a happy ending for it ill go insane!!!!!!!!

Sequel to Sunkissed Collection. Final Part.

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship [Marriage], more fluff, comfort, reunion, more fluff again.

Words: 1,2k

Authors Note: It was a close call between not posting another part anymore or satisfying the mass of readers.

“It feels like… we’re not meant to be together,” Sebastian screamed suddenly into the hallway, his voice cracking under the heavy emotions he tried to conceal. All the words that didn't come out previously, were now spilling out of his mouth into the silence of the facility. “Not anymore.”

His breath hitched, his chest tightening at his own twisted words and his guilty mind ran wild with thoughts that screamed at him. His fluorescent eyes, usually so guarded, shimmered with the threat of unshed tears as he stared at you, a torrent of emotions storming behind them. For a moment, he was silent, lost in the tumult of his feelings. He doesn't know anymore at this point. He wished he could just run to you at full speed, tackle you from behind and start where you two left off. And at the same time, he knew it was unrealistic. You deserved your happiness, without his new life…

“And yet,” you continued his sentence, standing at the end of the hallway, the hand hovering above the door handle as if you had waited all along. Your voice was like a gentle balm in the heavy air, a strong contrast to him. While he was on the edge, you tried to be his lifeline, trying to save him from himself. “We aren't meant to part ways either.”

Sebastian's gaze met yours, and he felt his heart stir at the sight of your smile—the perfect, warm smile he cherished so deeply. The one that, in his darkest moments, always brought him hope. It was a sign that everything was okay. And if it wasn’t, then somehow, someday, it would be. Seeing it again after all those years, not in his broken memories, but right in front of his very eyes, made something in him flip. He thought you had already left.

“Oh, Sebastian,” you murmured, your voice carrying a tenderness that seemed to melt away the fear holding him back.

He flinched as you took a few gentle steps forward, your hand reaching out to him with such care, such deliberate grace, that he couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and longing. “Even if it seems impossible.” Your fingers hovered near his skin, tracing soft circles over his cheekbones, gliding into the dark waves of his raven locks. The touch was so familiar, so filled with unspoken love, that he felt his defenses crumble. “I would do anything.”

You were still here. You hadn’t left.

“Anything to give us one last chance, even when I know it's already over.”

Slowly, hesitantly, Sebastian raised his own trembling hand, placing it softly over yours. He was scared, terrified that this was just another cruel trick of his mind. But the moment his cold fingers touched yours, a spark ignited in his heart, warm and real, spreading through him like wildfire.

He felt a rush of emotion—a mixture of relief, hope, and an overwhelming love he’d buried deep within himself for so long. You were here. Truly here. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other.

“I’ve missed you… so much.”

Sebastian’s breath hitched as the dam of his deep emotions finally broke. Tears began to fall freely, tracing the contours of his cheeks, and his body trembled with the force of his sobs. He could no longer hold back the pain, the guilt, the relief that flooded him all at once, that suffocated him from the very inside. It felt like a tidal wave crashing over him, threatening to pull him under.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice raw with emotion. “I’m so sorry for everything… For what I’ve become, for the things I’ve done to survive… I—” His words were cut off by a sob that tore through his chest, his shoulders shaking as he buried his face in his hands, ashamed to meet your all loving eyes.

You moved closer, wrapping your arms around him with a loving care, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Sebastian,” you whispered softly, your voice filled with a quiet, unwavering love. “Look at me.” When he didn’t, refusing to disgust you further with his apperance, you gently lifted his chin with your hand, guiding his tear-filled gaze to meet yours. “I love you. No matter what you look like, no matter what you’ve done… I love you.”

He blinked, his three eyes wide and shimmering with fresh tears, his breath catching in his throat once more. “But… how can you?” he whispered, his voice breaking with the weight of his guilt and self-loathing. “After everything… how can you still love me?”

You smiled softly, a tender warmth in your mesmerizing eyes as you held his gaze. “Do you remember our wedding vows?” you asked, your thumb brushing away the tears on his cheek. “At the beach, with the waves crashing behind us? You promised me to be my home. And I made the same promise to you, Sebastian Solace.”

He nodded, barely able to speak, the memory flooding back—the salty breeze, the sound of the ocean, the way your eyes sparkled with happiness as you exchanged your vows. He remembered how you both laughed when the wind caught the veil, how you both spoke with such conviction, such hope for the future.

“Those vows… they weren’t just words,” you continued, your voice soft but firm. “They were a promise. A promise that I still keep, no matter what. I don’t care what you look like now or what you’ve done to survive. I care about you, the man I married, the man I still love with all my heart.”

A strangled cry escaped Sebastian’s lips, a mix of relief and heartbreak, and he collapsed against you, his arms wrapping around you tightly as if afraid you might vanish if he let go. “What belongs together will be together, Sebastian. No matter what comes before, between or after.” His face buried in the crook of your neck, his tears soaking your skin. “I… I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice muffled, full of anguish.

You stroked his dark hair gently, pressing a soft kiss to his temple like you did countless times before in the past. “Maybe,” you replied, your tone teasing yet full of love, “but you’re stuck with me anyway.”

He chuckled softly through his tears, a small, broken laugh, and for the first time in so long, he felt a flicker of hope. You were here, holding him, loving him despite everything. You hadn’t turned away, hadn’t abandoned him.

“You’ve always been stubborn,” he whispered, his voice trembling but softer now, filled with a kind of peace he hadn’t felt in years.

“And you love me for it,” you replied, a smile in your voice as you held him close, feeling the tension slowly leaving his body.

“I do,” he murmured, his grip on you tightening. “I love you so much.”

And as you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, it felt as if the world around you faded away. It was just the two of you, together again, bound by the love and promises you made on that beach so many years ago. And for the first time in a long time, Sebastian dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for happiness, since he was home once more.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Nowhere Land: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: A handsome stranger comes into your workplace and makes you rethink your life choices.

A/N: Sebastian Stan, the man that you are…

Part 1 | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky had seemed like a figment of your imagination. You knew him for less than a day, but he held a lasting impact on you. Every time an unfamiliar car drove past the diner, you thought it was him.

You scolded yourself every time because why are you letting a man, a practical stranger, get you all riled up?

You did your best to push any thought of him to the back of your mind. You found new distractions hobbies to keep your mind focused on other things. You took up crocheting and embroidery, thanks to a group of women who had their Crafting Club meeting every Sunday at the diner after church.

You'd serve them breakfast and coffee and listen in on any drama and gossip they were exchanging when it was slow.

They had been trying to teach you crochet for months, but you weren't very interested. Now with a certain blue eyed brunette plaguing your mind, you finally took them up on their offer.

It's quite fun, actually. Keeping count and focusing on the pattern occupied your mind instead of a certain someone.

It'd been three months since Bucky came and went through the small town.

And you were slowly forgetting about him.

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It was nearing midnight when there was a knock at the door. You were already on high alert considering that you were up late watching a true crime documentary that Adell recommended to you.

You grabbed the bat you always have near the door as well as the little knife you have attached to your keys.

You look through the peephole and see a man's back facing you.

"You better get the fuck away from my door or I'm calling the police!" you holler through your door and the man immediately turns around.

It's unmistakable. Even with the dim lighting of your front porch, you know it's him. It's Bucky and he doesn't look so good.

"Shit," you mumble to yourself and immediately pull your door open, "What the hell happened to you?!" you whisper-yell as you pull him inside your home, hoping none of your neighbors saw him and called the police.

Now, standing in your home, you get a better look at him. He looks a lot more disheveled than when you first saw him in the diner.

He's wearing a black t-shirt and leather jacket. His face is littered with cuts and bruises. His tshirt is ripped in a few places.

You look at him in disbelief, "Dude, did you get jumped? Also, why are you here and do you know how late it is?" You place your hands on your hips giving him a stern look, reminiscent of an annoyed mother.

Bucky clears his throat, "To answer your first question, I was in a fight. To answer your second question, you were on the way from another job and for the third, I know. I know it's late and I'm sorry but the motel said they're full because-"

"Of the Strawberry Festival. Yeah." You let out a deep breath, "Was the fight you got into...work related?"

"The less you know about what I do the better."

"So it definitely doesn't have to do with you kicking butt alongside Captain America or anything?"

Bucky cocks a brow, silently questioning you. You shrug, "Listen, I wasn't going to but curiosity got the best of me. I didn't know your last name so I just searched up 'Bucky' and 'Captain America' and I saw a bunch of articles and went down a rabbit hole. So yeah. I know who you are and what you do...kind of. Also, how did you manage to only serve less than half a term in Congress?"

Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose and groans, "It's a long story and it's fine. I don't really blame you for searching me up. Anyway, all this," he gestures to his cut up face, "is due to work like that. Anyway, I'm really tired and kind of in pain. I know I showed up unannounced but I'd really appreciate it if you'd help me out."

"Yeah, alright," you say and turn on your heel. As you head to your bedroom you holler, "Take a seat on the couch! I'll grab some supplies!"

When you enter your bedroom, you grab an old sleep shirt you're hoping will fit Bucky. You then go to your bathroom and pull out your first aid kit from under your sink.

"It's fine. It's chill. Just the guy you've been thinking about for months is back and asking for your help and he's also kind of an Avenger and probably was just beating up bad guys prior to-"

"Serpents," Bucky's sudden appearance made you jump, causing you to drop some of the supplies you were pulling out.

You begin picking up band-aids and gauze when you ask, "Serpents? You were fighting snakes?"

Bucky kneels to help you, a smirk on his lips, "No. I was fighting the group Serpent. A criminal organization. I was fighting them, specifically." He hands you the band-aids he picked up.

"Thought that stuff was classified."

"You gonna tell anyone?"

You shake your head, "Then I'm fine. I also didn't want you imagining that I was fighting aliens or something. That was a one time thing...hopefully." He helps you stand.

You take note of how close he's standing and you find yourself wanting him to wrap his arms around you, pulling you in and-

"I can clean myself up," he says breaking your little fantasy in the making.

"Oh, uh, okay," you set the items onto the bathroom counter, "You hungry? I have some leftover pizza I can heat up for you."

"I'd appreciate it."

"Beer?"

"Please."

"Got it," you squeeze past him in the doorway and rush to your kitchen.

When you're in the kitchen, heating up the leftover pizza, you feel very...nervous. For months you've been hoping to see Bucky again, but now that he's here...what the fuck do you even do? Obviously, you're going to help him, but what do you say?

Do you tell him that you've been thinking about him since that night at the bar? Or is that too weird?

"Thanks for the shirt," Bucky says as he enters your small kitchen.

You look over your shoulder and give him a nod, "Of course," you plate the pizza and hold it out for him.

He takes it and sits at your small kitchen table, taking a swig from the beer you opened for him.

You lean against the counter, arms crossed over your chest, "Sooo how long are you in town for?" You wait as he chews his food.

Bucky clears his throat and washes down his food with more beer. There's a look in his eye and you're not sure what it is, "I, uh, actually need to lay low for a bit, so thought I'd stay in town for a few days."

"Where do you plan on staying?"

Bucky sighs and runs his metal hand through his hair, "Was hoping someone would be leaving tomorrow so I can check in at the motel."

You can't help but snort, "Yeah, no. That's not happening. People tend to stay for several days for the Strawberry Festival. We have a new event every day, so people don't want to miss out."

"I'll just sleep in my car then."

You shake your head, "Bucky, you can stay here for the time being."

"I don't want to impose more than I already have."

"Too late," you say with a playful smirk, "Seriously, it's fine. I'm happy to help. Besides, you're helping me by bringing a little excitement to my life."

Bucky softly smiles at you, "I thought you didn't care for excitement anymore."

"Never said that. Just didn't like the busy life that the city gave me. It's chill and laid back here, but I could use something more than town gossip to keep me on my toes."

He chuckles, "Well, I guess I'll be happy to be of service. But, uh-" he looks around your place, "You don't have a partner or anyone that will be upset about me being here?"

You shake your head, "Nope. Just me, myself, and I. Also, you can take my bed. My couch is a pullout, but not as comfy."

"You don't have to do that. I can-"

"No, arguments. I can't in good conscience let a hundred something year old man like yourself sleep on that couch."

With a smirk on his lips, Bucky narrows his eyes at you, "Exactly how much research did you do on me?"

You make a motion to zip your lips and you leave the kitchen, leaving him to laugh to himself.

[death-ofpeace-ofmind]

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Burial Plot: Part One

TW: Alcohol and drug abuse, self harm if you squint, if i missed any please let me know

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Noah

“Been on the road, losing track of days

I pull you in while you pull away

It’s like I always play to lose you”

I returned home after a three month long tour, the house is too quiet and Y/N is nowhere to be seen. Her car is gone, the TV is off, the dog isn’t running to me like usual. Confusion flooded my head. The only thing I hear is the occasional passing cars. I figure she’s just at work. But she knew I was coming home today. As I walk out of the foyer and into our kitchen, there is a note on the table.

“Noah,

I tried my hardest for you. I tried to be everything you needed. Somehow, it just wasn’t enough for you. I need to be honest with myself and you. When we first met, I was unfamiliar with addiction, I didn't understand how addiction rewires the brain to do anything to chase that high again. Even if that meant hurting the person that loved you the most. I didn’t fully comprehend what exactly I was getting myself into. It went from us being perfectly fine to us at each other’s throats in a span of five minutes. Our relationship has destroyed me in ways I never thought possible. You broke me, Noah. So, it’s my turn to prioritize myself and my future. I’m sorry I had to leave like this, but it’s for the best. I don’t have you begging me to stay, I don’t have you screaming at me that I am weak for not being able to handle you. I hope one day you’ll see what your addiction has broken. I love you.

Y/N”

“Effortless the way you left me, cut me open with your own two hands, breathing is so difficult to comprehend when the air I breathe is taken from me”

My bag falls to the floor as I try to wrap my head around what I just read. She’s gone? “You broke me, Noah” flashed in my brain like there was a lightning storm raging through my head. I genuinely feel my heart breaking. My chest gets tighter with every breath I take. Y/N was the air I breathed. And I ruined it. I ruined her. I ruined us. All for my own selfish gain. The tears falling down my face cloud my eyes as I fall back onto the counter, holding it for support. I pull my phone from my pocket and attempt to call her. Maybe I can fix it. My call went straight to voicemail. I tried again hoping for some sort of response, but I was met with the same bullshit:

“I’m sorry the number you dialed is unavailable at this time.”

“Feel my body growing numb, watch me as I come undone”

I was blocked. The girl I was supposed to marry in four months blocked me. And it was my fault. I walked to the liquor cabinet, grabbed the unopened bottle I had been saving, opened it and drank half of it, before rummaging through my bag and finding the little pill bottle. It was all my fucking fault. I found myself on the couch staring at the pill bottle. Fuck it, I thought to myself , there’s nothing stopping me anymore. I took two little pills out of the bottle and threw them back. Before I knew it, I was walking down the hallway to what was once our bedroom, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I sat and stared at it for longer than I should’ve

“You’re fucking weak. You did this” The voice in my head was so loud.

“This is all your fault she’s gone”

The voice got so loud, screaming at me making my ears ring. With one swift motion, I punched the reflection, shattering the mirror. The sound of the shards hitting the hardwood snapped me back to the clouded reality I was in. I finished making my way to the bedroom, hoping to see something that would tell me that this was some twisted joke. Everything of hers was gone.

I looked around one more time, my eyes shifting to the bedside table. My fingers ran over the picture that she had perfectly placed there. It was us the night we got engaged, her engagement ring placed hanging on the corner of the frame. The memories of that perfect night replayed in my head like a symphony. When everything was perfect in our life. Before I fucked it up.

*FLASHBACK*

I stood with shaky hands, fiddling with the ring box in my pocket, waiting on Y/N at the end of the decorated trail in the garden where we had our first date three years ago. Meghan, Matt’s girlfriend and Y/N’s best friend, helped me decorate. I told her to meet me at 7pm. Before I knew it, there she was. She looked so beautiful. Her blue dress complimented her body perfectly, her y/h/c hair curled perfectly, her eyeshadow making her y/e/c eyes pop. God, she was so fucking perfect.

“Noah.. What’s this?” Y/N asked me, her voice pulling me back to the present.

“This is where we had our first date.” I said

“I know that” She giggled, “But what’s going on?”

I took a deep breath before trying to find the right words

“Y/N.. you know I love you right?” I asked her

“Of course, I love you too, but that doesn’t answer my question.” She said,

“Y/N… three years ago you captured my heart by being exactly who you are. The sweetest, most loving, compassionate and sensitive person I have ever known. You have been my very best friend through the good, the bad, and the ugly. And you never ran away when it got ugly. You have been the reason for every smile. You have held me when I have cried, and been my comfort whenever I needed it no matter what time of night. I want you to be the one I wake up to, fall asleep next to, I want to be the one you run to when you have a problem..” I start and get down on one knee, pulling the box out of my pocket, opening it for her to see, “Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

She had tears in her eyes, unable to speak, she nodded her head.

I stood up, sliding the ring onto her finger, pulling her into a tight embrace, gently lifting her off the ground.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N..” I whispered looking into her eyes,

“I love you, Noah Davis”

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I threw the bottle back once more, grabbing the photo and the ring. I dug my burial plot.

I don’t know how long I had been sitting there, the sun had now set and the room was dark. Suddenly, the lights blinded my eyes.

“Noah?” I knew that voice. But it wasn’t Y/N. Matt walked over to the bed, noticing my state. “What happened?” He asked

“She’s gone, Matt, Y/N’s gone. She left..” I whispered, tears spilling from my eyes again.

(IM SORRY)

[bearprofessorr]

chasing the stars, part 3.

distance makes the heart grow fonder, as they say.

ship: bfd!declan o'hara/fem!reader. tags/warnings: slow burn, mentions of violence, drunk declan, no y/n. word count: 2.6k

find the other parts here! (part 4 is out now!!)

a/n: okok the slow burn is slow burning - howeverr that may not last for long, even i'm getting impatient and i'm the one writing the damn thing (anyone else get that?). some time skips happen here and there and will continue to just to get to the good stuff ;) enjoyyyy <3

You crossed paths in the morning, as you were helping Taggie clear up the remnants of your sleepover in the living room. Declan poked his head through, bidding both of you a good morning. It was clear enough he hadn't quite woken up yet - his hair was messy, only combed back with his hand, with a mug of coffee in his grip. Apart from that, you didn't speak, with you having to go back to your flat to sort some things out before your shift started that afternoon.

Your work, unfortunately, needed an extra hand around the place on Friday - so you ended up so busy you had to miss your arranged Friday night plans with Taggie to busy yourself around the place because someone had gotten sick the night before.

However, the plus side to all of this was, during the week - even if you weren't seeing Taggie until Friday; according to Corinium's scheduling for the week, Declan was supposed to be co-hosting a pageant show with two other equally random guests. You thought for a moment about how much he likely disputed it, considering their last conversation was about the inner beauty of a woman, you reckoned that judging purely on looks was the last thing on his agenda. Regardless, it would be funny to see the panel of men blush and try to be modest for a few hours - and the whole thing was live, for that extra buzz of excitement.

The rest of your week was pointedly uneventful, filled with menial shifts and occasional late night calls with Taggie, where she would regale the long stories of bumping into Rupert in town while she was getting groceries or seeing him walk across the street from the parking lot to a shop of any kind. It was sweet, to hear about her romances, and how she was managing to hide all of it from her father - who still seemed apprehensive about Rupert from her point of view. You told her every time that Declan was just being protective of his oldest daughter, and if anything were to happen, he would just have to suck it up. That usually calmed her down, made her laugh instead of worry, and every time she would apologise for going on about him.

"Really, it's terrible, I'm always talking about him and I never hear a word about anyone from you." Taggie chastised you playfully, being self-deprecating in the process, "Is there not one guy at all that you're crushing on?"

There is. Very unfortunately for you, there is. The one man that you can never have, unless you wanted to risk losing Taggie forever, so you lied instead. "There isn't, all the guys at work are so unimaginative it's almost cruel to think about how they live. They all just sit around and do the bare minimum - I can't imagine how they'd be in a relationship."

"It's true," Taggie conceded, "All the boys our age still haven't grown up at all - it's like they're all still in school."

"And that's why you're going for Rupert?" You teased, hearing the groan of your best friend from the other side of the phone, laughing between your words as your continued to speak, "Since the only people who can treat you right are big, manly, men."

"Hey-" Taggie tried to refute, but was unsuccessful, "That's not true."

"Right fine, Sebastian can be the exception, but… when was the last time he took you out?"

"Don't make me feel even worse-" Taggie groaned.

"I'm sorry, Tag, but it's true," You said between a laugh, "You can't say I'm wrong when he's proving me right!"

"I know." She frowned, which came through in her voice. Taggie went to say something, but some muffled voices in the background stopped her, "Sorry, sweetheart, I'll see you Friday!"

This was how their calls often ended, abrupt - but you knew they'd pick up where they left off when you saw each other next. Luckily for you, you had something to occupy your evening on the Corinium network.

What you saw, frankly, was not entirely appalling. Declan was drunk - that much was clear from how different he looked compared to his show persona, and the fact you had dealt with a drunken Declan before. He looked relaxed, more himself, and still just as ruggedly handsome as you had grown to adore. Somehow, he had even less of a filter than normal, which led to him decking the Reverend in a sudden rage that ended the broadcast prematurely.

It wasn't quite instant, and you could hear the vague mumblings of anger from Declan - in his signature Irish accent - with the mild protestations from the Reverend before the feed cut out. Frankly there was nothing the old man could do to stop Declan, as much as he wasn't known in the news for his physique, you had seen - albeit accidentally - that he kept himself in shape. It was almost shocking the first time, but it wasn't repulsive, it had quite the opposite effect.

As soon as you stopped gawking at the TV, you tried to call Taggie at the Priory - unfortunately you couldn't get through, the line was busy. Either Taggie was trying to get a hold of Declan or Rupert - who you did see in the audience cutaways sitting by Freddie Jones. It didn't take much to put together that Thing 1 and Thing 2 were responsible for Declan's inebriated state. You tried your best not to think about it and get on with your evening chores before bed. You tried your best to not think on Declan most days - despite how much your mind gravitated toward him in your quieter moments.

What you didn't expect, though, was the knock on your door 10 minutes later. You opened it to a sorry sight of Taggie O'Hara, visibly exhausted as she nearly flopped into your arms, wrapping you in a tight hug.

"I hope it's alright that I'm here," Taggie sounded like she was on the verge of tears, immediately trying to apologise as if she was some random person burdening a stranger, "I'm so sorry to spring this on you."

"It's no worry at all, sweetheart. You're always welcome here, you know that." You tried to reassure her as much as you could, but it was hard to do that with Taggie sometimes. The thing you had picked up on during their friendship was that Taggie had to sit with her emotions for a while before she could start dealing with them and moving forward, but it worked for her - even if you didn't completely understand sometimes.

"Did you watch the live show?" Taggie pulled away to look into your eyes, as you reluctantly nodded - your face sympathetic. Taggie's frown deepened at that, before burying it back into your embrace.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Your comforted, voice even and calm.

"Please."

"Come on in, Tag, I've got leftovers if you're hungry."

Taggie perked up after that, appreciating the warm normalcy she always had with you, shrugging off her coat in a familiar ritual along with her shoes, delicately placed alongside yours - with spaces left on each rack for them both.

The night was calm, which was exactly what Taggie needed before she went home to deal with whatever wreckage Declan had left behind him, if he even made it back to The Priory. Taggie said she would find out whatever she could, for her own sake and for yours, but she'd do that tomorrow morning, after a proper nights sleep.

It was a quick goodbye in the morning, with you rushing off to your shift, leaving Taggie behind to go home when she was ready - she had a spare key to lock up behind her anyways. She promised that she'd try and get her father in at least a decent state when she came over on Friday, but you reassured that you'd seen Declan drunk before - and knew how to deal with it.

"I'll call you after my shift, alright Tag?" You called out, propping the front door open with your foot, shrugging your work bag onto your shoulder. Only after you heard some kind of noise from Taggie did you truly say goodbye and let the door close behind you.

When you did phone the Priory, it wasn't Taggie that picked up, but her mother. You had met Maud earlier in the year, so recognised her Irish lilt on the other side of the phone.

"Who is it?" She sounded completely done already, tired and half-ready to hang up.

"Oh, sorry! Is Taggie there?" Your surprise came across in your voice, which probably didn't help with Maud's mood.

"I'll get her, she won't be long." Maud responded with an audible huff, before you heard the muffled 'Taggie! Phone!' being called out into the house, then the thud of the phone receiver being left on the dresser as footsteps trailed off into the house to do anything else but stand and wait at the phone.

A few minutes of dead air passed, and you got worried that Taggie wasn't going to come to the phone before you heard her, very out of breath, "My knight in shining armour! Sorry, I've been trying to stop everyone from ripping each other's throats out."

"I can imagine, it's almost like I can feel the tension through the phone." You joked, trying your best to lighten the mood, and the gentle laughter of your friend on the other side made your shoulders lift. "Are you doing okay? I can call later if you're busy."

"No, no, anything but that." Taggie pleaded, "I'm free as a bird, please, tell me about your day."

She needed distraction under stress - like her father - and you were more than happy to oblige and ramble on about the menial work you undertook. It was nice to talk to Taggie about anything, she was always such an active listener, asking questions and vocalising her opinions as the story progressed.

Halfway through one story, though, a voice came through in the background - quickly followed by another, neither of which were Taggie's. "Sorry, one second." Taggie's voice rang clear compared to the others' as she turned around and tried to calm down whatever was bubbling between them - that meant it was Declan and Maud, since as far as you were aware, Patrick and Caitlin were still at school.

"Who's on the phone?" You could barely make out the words, but it was distinctly Declan's voice.

Taggie filled Declan in on who was on the other side, finishing her sentence with, "We're just catching up - won't be long." Taggie's voice was as chipper as ever, calmer than the stressful version you heard when Tag first picked up the phone.

"Oh - what a lovely surprise!" Declan, audibly drunk Declan, spoke again, "Mind if I say hello?"

You could almost hear Maud roll her eyes as she added into the conversation, "When did you two get so friendly?"

"Mum!" Taggie immediately hit back, "She comes around here a lot, now, so obviously they know each other."

"That's not-" Maud tried to butt in again, but gave up, "Just give him the phone, would you?"

The exchanging of hands was a little flimsy, with hands running static over the receiver as it passed between them. It took a moment of silence before you heard Declan speak, clearer this time, "Hello love, are you alright?"

"Mhm, you sound like you've seen better days." You joked, trying to think of a segue to talk about what happened, but went with the clearest choice, "I saw the broadcast."

"That fucker deserved it. I won't tell you the details to spare the girl, but he's despicable and I stand by what I did." His tone shifted immediately, and it was obvious that the Reverend struck a nerve in Declan. The words sounded practiced, as if he had been continuously justifying his actions to anyone that asked.

"I never said I disagreed, I'm saying I saw." You kept your voice light, trying not to fall into the deep pits of negatives that your conversations seemed to steer to. "I'm sure whatever you did, you thought it was necessary. I'm just glad you're okay." 'I'm just glad you didn't end up with a charge.' went unsaid.

Declan grumbled on the other side of the phone as the anger rose and subsided in his system. His voice was softer as he spoke again, "Sorry, love. It's been a long couple of days."

"I can only imagine."

"You sound tired." His voice switched to concern, and you could almost see the furrow of his eyebrows over the phone, like he always did whenever he checked in on you or Taggie. "Are you still coming round on Friday, for your thing with Tag?"

On the other side of the phone, that you didn't see as Declan spoke to you, was the scrunched faces of Maud and Taggie, looking to each other for context and finding nothing but confusion mirrored back at them. Taggie was leaning back on the nearest pillar, arms crossed as she listened to Declan's side of the conversation, and was able to look at him while he spoke to you. It was nothing like when he had seen them speak before - and part of her wondered if there was something else happening. Quickly as it came, she dismissed the thought, knowing that if anything did happen she wouldn't be second-guessing it. She hoped she would be able to tell that something was up with you, or that her best friend would tell her just like she did to you about Rupert. Anyways, imagining her father getting closer to you was weird, and Taggie didn't want to admit where her mind went when she thought about your relationship developing.

Maud, on the other hand, knew Declan's softer side well, and as soon as she cottoned onto the shift in his demeanour, turned on her heel and marched off into the house. Declan didn't so much as hesitate when she did.

The chatter continued on, mindless questions back and forth before you excused yourself to clean up after your shift - you quite literally dropped your bag at the door and rushed to the phone to talk to Taggie - so Declan handed the phone back over so the two of you could finish up. After, he followed in the direction of his wife - to try and handle whatever caused her to storm off.

"Ah, hey Taggie, didn't think that would take so long, sorry." You apologised, "He's a real chatterbox, you know."

"Not always, but I don't think the drink helped." Taggie didn't hesitate to fall back into familiar rhythms, "Was there anything else you wanted to say?"

"No, nothing major. Yourself?"

"Not that can't wait until Friday."

You nodded along, forgetting for a moment Taggie couldn't actually see you, before vocalising the thought with a, "Good, I'll be there early so we have time to catch up."

"Great! I might not be there when you get here if it's before 6, I'm meeting with Lizzie to discuss some catering work, but Dad'll let you in."

"See you then, Tag!" Your smile came through in your words, proud of your best friend's successes.

And, if everything went as Taggie promised, all would be revealed on Friday.

[valley-of-headcanons]

(I think this is the right way to do this? We'll see)

I was hoping you could do Sebastian and/or Elliott with a pregnant farmer? Dealers choice between headcannons or oneshots!

Thank you! 😁

elliott and sebastian with their first child || headcanons

the boys are finally parents! how are they going to handle this new challenge?

warnings: anything pregnancy related, female bodied farmer with gender neutral pronouns, referred to as mother.

requested by: @merrymagpiesmess , hiya, thank you for requesting! sorry it took so long to get around to it, but i deeply appreciate it! this was fun to write, thank you so much!! :) [also, consider this a part 2 to the alex one :) ]

elliott

• Elliott pictured a very romantic, idealized life for himself. He wanted the cozy house, the loving spouse, and the two beautiful kids. Yes, to many it may seem unrealistic, but Elliott adored the thought. He understands that it may not be in the cards, but he's certainly manifesting! Right now, he has the life that he's dreamed of. He would love to have children with you!

• When he first found out you were pregnant, Elliott was ecstatic! He was so in love with you, and he was so excited to go through the beautiful progress of pregnancy. Bringing a human into this world was so beautiful to him, as most things in life were. He was so excited to be doing something so monumental with you.

• Elliott wrote a lot about you, your pregnancy, and your future child. Late night journaling sessions had many thoughts about you, you were all that flooded through his mind despite being married for so long. You were forever his muse, especially now. He wrote piles and piles of poetry about your pregnant glow and the child that you were carrying. He was so excited, and he couldn't believe how beautiful you were.

• Constantly showering you with affection, Elliott was very considerate of you during the pregnancy. Late night runs to Joja Mart were frequent, getting whatever you needed at the drop of a hat. You were so busy, even while pregnant! It was admirable in his eyes, and he wanted to shower you with as much affection as he could.

• As the time came to deliver the baby, Elliott was by your side the entire way to the hospital. He fulfilled your every request, showering you with words of encouragement and soft kisses on your forehead for comfort. He was worried, of course he was, a child was coming out of you. But, he knew in his heart, that everything would go perfectly.

• When everything was said and done, Elliott was incredibly excited. He was calm, making sure to hold you and let you have a moment to breathe. You meant everything to him, and you made sure to ask if you were okay. Yes, the baby had just been born, but he needed to take care of his spouse first and foremost. After knowing you were okay, he then started to discuss the baby. He was so excited to hold his newborn, he was already teary eyed.

• “Hello, my love ... goodness, you are so beautiful. You have the eyes of your mother, and the nose of your father. I ... for the first time in my life, I have been rendered speechless. You ... are going to be something special. You are the most special sum of atoms that have ever come to be. My dear, I hope that I shall give you the joy that your mere presence has given me.”

sebastian

• Sebastian never really thought about kids until you came into the picture. He didn't think he'd make a really good dad, as he really didn't have a good idea of what a father really is. His dad isn't around, and his stepdad is not the best to him. He never really thought that he could be a dad, but he wasn't against it. He just hadn't put too much thought into the subject.

• When he first found out that you were pregnant, Sebastian was shocked to say the least. He didn't really expect it, but he didn't show it. He gave you a smile and a kiss, happy despite the uncertainty. He didn't want you to worry, as you were the one actually carrying the child, and it would be much harder on you. So, he pushed his anxiety away until later. He showed his love and support for you right away.

• Late nights caught up to Sebastian. He sat in the realization that he really didn't know how to be a father. He didn't want to be like Demetrius: incredibly demeaning and awful toward him. But, on the other hand, he didn't want to be like his father: a deadbeat. So, he was stuck between worlds, freaking out over what may be the right thing. He spent many sleepless nights on parenting websites, or asking reddit what to do. He was stressed, to say the very least.

• During the pregnancy, Sebastian was very attentive to you. He would keep you company if you were ever suffering from pain, giving your belly soft kisses and holding your hand. He was stressed, and he didn't admit that to you until after the pregnancy was done. You did notice he was a bit more on edge than usual, so you tried to reassure him when you could. But, at nights, he was still trying to come up with a game plan.

• Soon, the baby was coming. Sebastian was freaking out inside, but managed to stay semi-calm on the outside. Not enough for you to notice, at least. However, you were going into labor, so you probably weren't paying much attention. He was by your side, holding your hand and saying a few reassuring phrases. They were for both of you, but it definitely calmed your nerves. He hoped everything would be okay in the end.

• After everything, Sebastian was drained but ... more than anything, he was happy. A smile landed on his face, holding your hand as you two waited for your baby to be brought to you. He kissed your knuckles, his nerves seeming to disappear. Being a father was going to be okay, because your child had the most wonderful mother. So, when Sebastian held his child for the first time, he was trying his hardest not to cry.

• ”Oh, wow ... you're a little human, in my hands, and real ... I ... didn't realize how real this moment would feel. I'm a father, and you're my little baby ... you're just a little guy, aren't you? Hehe ... you're such a cutie. I think we're gonna be okay, you think? I think so ... and I was so scared. Why was I so scared? You're really just a bundle of joy.”

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 7, Unburdened - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, brutal honesty, mentions of some sexy stuff, but no actual sex-on-page, mention of m masturbation,

Word Count: 3k

Previously On...: Bucky spent the entire evening at Jade Carthage's side, and when he calls her "doll," you had enough and stormed off. The two of you have the very first argument of your friendship, and now Bucky says you need to talk...

A/N: I had a very shitty and emotionally draining evening yesterday, so I didn't get any writing done, unfortunately. But I need to make myself feel better somehow, so let's post Chapter 7! I think many of you will agree with me when I say "Fucking finally!" to what transpires here! Alas, though, there are plenty of emotional ups and downs still to come, because that's just life, isn't it?

Also, I finally watched Lisa Frankenstein to cheer myself up last night. What a delightfully messed up, fun, campy romp that was! Highly recommend if you haven't already!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

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The silence in your room felt deafening as you closed the door behind Bucky. For the very first time in your friendship, it felt awkward having him in your space, and you could tell he felt it, too. You crossed over to your sitting area and sat in one of your arm chairs, curling up into yourself. Bucky sat in the chair opposite you, leaning his elbows on his thighs to support his weight. The two of you just stared into space for a long moment, avoiding the other's gaze.

"You wanted to talk," you said eventually, "so talk."

Bucky looked up to meet your eyes, and you could see the sadness and defeat in them. "I'm sorry, Pocket. You're right, I've been an ass all night. I didn't do it with the intention to hurt you, but I hurt you anyway because I wasn't thinking about how my actions would affect you, and that's almost worse. I'm sorry."

You exhaled and looked away from him, afraid that if you held his gaze for too long, you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that would certainly come. "Listen, Buck," you said, swallowing hard, "if you're interested in pursuing something with Jade, that's... well, it's your life, you're free to date whoever you want. We never put any labels or rules on whatever this thing between us is, so I know I don't have any right to be jealous, but watching you flirt so openly with her right in front of me, like I didn't even exist? I can't begin to explain to you how worthless and small that made me feel. So, if you think you want to try for something with her, you have to let me know so I can try to move on, because I can't sit around and watch it happen. It's too painful."

When you looked back over at him, Bucky had gotten up and was now kneeling on the floor in front of you, practically beaming as he took you in.

"Why are you smiling like a lunatic?" you asked, an edge of concern in your voice. "You're creeping me out."

"Pocket," he murmured, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. For a moment, you considered pulling away, but the feel of his lips on your skin was such a comfort, you stayed still. "My absolute one and only doll, you've got it all wrong. I let you get the wrong idea and stew with it and I am so, so sorry."

You did pull away at that. "What are you talking about? How do I have the wrong idea?"

Bucky leaned back until he was resting on his heels. "I am interested in Jade, that's true." He took your hands in his as you felt your heart drop into your stomach. "But not in the way you think." He brought your hands to his lips and began placing kisses across your knuckles. "Doll, there's only been one girl I've been interested in pursuing something with in the last seventy-five years, and I'm sitting across from her right now."

You shook your head, sure you had misheard him. "I don't understand."

He chuckled and looked up at you through his lashes, the sight so beautiful, your breath caught in your chest. "Pocket, I have been crazy about you since the moment you made that god-awful 'unarmed' joke. At first I thought a girl as pretty as you, as smart as you, as good as you, you'd never give a guy like me, even without my history, a second look, and I'd be content to just watch you from the sidelines, you know? Watch you be beautiful and bright and I'd be happy my world was a better place just because you were in it.

"But you went outta your way to be nice to me. You talked Tolkien with me, you wanted to spend time with me, you wanted to be my friend, and I thought 'This is already more than you deserve, it's more than enough.' Then, when I had my nightmare, you didn't run away. You stayed. You stayed, and you understood, you let me hold you, and I-I was a goner for you. And that night...," he groaned at the memory, "God, that night you kissed me back, and you let me touch you, in all the ways I dreamed of touching you, all the ways I'd imagined touching you while I fucked my fist for practically a year, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to give you up after that.

"You'd told me about your past, how you were scared of relationships but, sweetheart, I was so greedy, I'd take any part of you you were willing to give me, your friendship, your body, even if it wasn't ever gonna be your heart. I'd take any crumb you offered me, and I'd be grateful for it."

You blinked your eyes repeatedly, dazed by his confession and unable to articulate words. Bucky's face fell as your silence stretched on.

"You don't feel the same way," he said, voice low as he stood up. "I'm sorry-- I-I shouldn't have dumped all of that on you. I'll go--." He turned and made steps toward your door, but you jumped up, reaching out to grab his arm.

"Bucky, wait," you turned him back to face you and brought your lips crashing to his with such intensity that he stumbled backwards a few steps before wrapping his arms around you to kiss you back.

"I love you," you gasped when you broke apart for air, breathing out a laugh when his eyes widened comically in shock. "I'm so fucking in love with you that it terrifies me, because it's an entirely brand new experience and I don't know how to do it. I'm so worried that I'm going to fuck it up and scare you away, or that you're gonna realize I'm not worth it and I don't even know how to live without you anymore."

Bucky held your face between his hands. "Are you serious right now?" he asked, eyes searching yours for any trace of deception. "You're not fucking with me?"

You shook your head emphatically, bringing your hands up to cover his. "No, no, I'm completely serious. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." You laughed; the more you said the words, the more you realized how entirely true they were. "I love you and I've been so insanely jealous all night because I thought you were interested in her."

Bucky looked down at you with the brightest smile, like the sun shining after a storm, before pulling you toward him so he could kiss you again. You hadn't even realized you'd started to cry until, after Bucky had pulled away, he was brushing the tears from your cheeks.

"I love you, Pocket," he whispered as he began peppering kisses across your face. "I love you and I'm so sorry for everything I did tonight that would make you doubt that you're the most important person in my life and the best thing to ever happen to me."

The reminder of his earlier actions drew you out of the emotional haze his declaration had put you in. "Wait," you said, pulling back and putting some distance between the two of you, "if you've been in love with me this whole time, how come you've been weird about Jade ever since you saw her profile in those folders Tony gave us?" Bucky ran a hand down his face and sighed. Taking your hand, he led you back to the armchair you'd previously vacated and sat, pulling you down to sit on his lap and wrapping his arms around you.

"I told you that I am interested in Jade," he began, but when he felt you tense beneath him, he quickly continued, "but I'm not interested in dating her, or sleeping with her. You're the only girl who's got my attention in those departments." He paused to nuzzle at the junction of your neck and shoulder and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.

"Go on," you gently urged him.

"I'm interested in getting to know Jade, in talking to her, because she's... well, she's like me, you know? She's got the serum, and I don't know anyone else who's got it that's still alive."

You put a finger on his chin, tilting his face up to meet yours. "But, Steve," you said, somewhat confused, "he's got the serum, too, and you talk to him all the time."

Bucky sighed and shook his head. "Steve's got Erskine's serum," he told you. "The one made by the U.S. Government. The one that they-- that Hydra-- used on me, it was similar, but not the same."

"It's the same one that was used on Jade," you said, understanding dawning on you.

Bucky nodded. "Not exact, but what's running through her veins evolved from what's runnin' through mine. And they never put her through cryo, she's never been wiped. She was conscious through everything they put her through, all the experiments, the tests... I was excited to think that there was someone I could talk to about it, who understood. Someone who could maybe help me fill in some of the blanks I still have. Answer the questions I've been too ashamed to ask Steve."

"Oh, Buck," you hummed, running your nails gently across his scalp, "Baby, why didn't you ever say anything?"

He arched into your touch. "Because you've already had to put up with enough of my shit," he said. "I didn't want to burden you with any more of it."

You stopped your scratching ministrations and looked at him. "Now listen here, Barnes," you began, your tone serious, "the last thing you could ever be to me is a burden. I have never met anyone who was funnier, kinder, braver, more selfless or caring than you. You're a fucking gift, Bucky. One that I am endlessly grateful for, everyday."

Bucky groaned. "Pocket, you can't just say things like that while you're sitting on my lap. I try to be a gentleman, but I've got my limits."

You laughed and leaned into him, resting your head against him. You picked up his right hand and began tracing his fingers with your own.

"If me talkin' to Jade makes you any kind of uncomfortable, doll, I promise I'll never speak to, or even look at, her again." He caught your eye and you could see the seriousness of his statement in them. You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'm never going to tell you who you can't be friends with, Buck," you told him with a sigh. "I admit that I don't love the idea of you spending one-on-one time with her alone or anything, but I'm also not going to stand in the way of you getting answers you need about your past. But you tell me the second she tries something," you warned. "Super soldier or not, she comes for my man, I'm gonna kick her fucking ass."

"You've got nothin' to worry about, darlin'. I told you, in seventy-five years, it's only been you. Seventy-five years more, it's still always only ever be you." His words made your heart swell in your chest and you leaned in to kiss him again. "Mm, but say that again," he told you.

"The part where I'm gonna kick her ass?" you asked with a smirk.

"No," he said, nipping at the sensitive skin at the pulse point on your neck, "the part where you called me your man."

You shifted so you could wrap your arms around his neck, toying with the soft hairs at the nape. You leaned in close so you could whisper in his ear: "You're my man, Bucky Barnes." A full shiver went through Bucky's body at your words and you relished in the effect you had over him. He ran his vibranium hand up under the back of your shirt, tracing gentle circles on the skin of your lower back.

"And you're always gonna be my girl, Pocket." His flesh hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, the motion, combined with his words, so tender your breath hitched.

Something seemed to shift in that moment, the air growing thick and heady between you, as if you were both just realizing the new depth of your relationship for the first time.

"Bucky," you breathed, voice barely a whisper, eyes pleading.

He nodded and, placing one hand at the small of your back and the other under your knees and scooping you up as he stood. With the utmost care, he laid you down on the mattress of your bed and rested his body over yours, careful not to put too much of his weight on top of you.

"This feels different," he said as brushed your hair away from your face.

"Good different or bad different?" you asked, bringing your hands up to cup his face, the stubble scratching your palms.

"The very best different." He leaned down, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was unlike any you'd shared before-- sweeter, more languid, as though you'd been forced to rush every previous kiss and you were both finally allowed to take your time. Bucky tasted like smoked whiskey as his tongue made leisurely sweeps across your mouth, eliciting a moan from you when he sucked on your bottom lip.

You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs as you kissed, Bucky's flesh hand roaming up the soft skin of your side. He shifted, pressing more of his weight against you, as if he were desperate to be closer, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your thigh.

You rocked your hips up against his pelvis, drawing a guttural moan from Bucky's throat. He pulled back, drawing himself up on his haunches. His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, teasing the edges as he looked up at you, silently asking you for permission. You nodded, sitting up and raising your hands over your head so he could slide your shirt off. As soon as it was free of your arms, Bucky tossed it aside and brought his lips to your shoulder, kissing his way across your collarbone.

Reaching down, you grabbed the hem of his Henley, slowly rolling it up over his abdomen, placing soft kisses on the hard lines of muscles it revealed. Once you'd fully divested him of his shirt, you let your hands roam the broad expanse of his chest, your lips and tongue trailing open-mouthed kisses across the raised pink scars at his mangled shoulder.

"You don't have to," he said, subtly pulling his shoulder back.

"Shush." You pulled him closer, continuing to kiss his puckered flesh. "I love every inch of you, Bucky. You're beautiful."

He pulled away from you, blue eyes boring into yours like he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him.

"How are you even real?" he asked, bringing your lips to his once again, his kisses growing more desperate. "I swear to God, Pocket, 'm gonna take you out, date you so fuckin' hard. Be the best goddamned boyfriend you've ever had."

He wanted to be your boyfriend. Not long ago, those words might have terrified you, but now, with the emotions you'd finally both let yourselves express, they thrilled you.

"You gonna take me to brunch, Barnes?" you teased, nipping at his skin as you rolled your hips up into his, your words coming out in gasps between the mewls of pleasure he was drawing from you. "We goin' to the farmer's market? Fuck--- Spend weekends at bed-n-breakfasts in Vermont?"

Bucky growled as he ground his hips down into yours, the length of his erection pressing down against your clothed clit and making you moan. "Sweetheart, I'll do anything you want. You wanna ride around the city on one of those tandem bicycles?" A dragging of his hips that had you arching your back. "I'm here for it. You wanna share a bowl of spaghetti like those dogs in that movie? I'm your man."

"Baby, I would never make you get on a tandem bike," you gasped, faux scandalized at the suggestion. "A swan paddle boat, maybe, but never a tandem bike. I respect you too much for that."

Bucky laughed as he buried into the crook of your neck. "I'd do it for you, anyway."

"That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me," you told him with a smile.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, licking a stripe along the side of your neck that had you shivering, "We gotta fix that. I'm gonna romance the absolute shit out of you." He moved his mouth, placing kisses down your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach. You bit your lip as his hands reached the waistband of your pants, his eyes looking up to meet yours as he slowly, so agonizingly slowly, began unbuttoning them.

"Ms. (Y/L/N), Sgt. Barnes," FRIDAY's voice echoed across the room. Bucky groaned and dropped his head on your pelvis at the interruption. "Mr. Stark requests your immediate return to the common room."

It was your turn to groan now as you threw your head back onto the pillow. "How much trouble do you think we'll be in if we just ignore it?" you asked him, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled as he leaned over to pick up your discarded shirts from the floor. "We don't go, he's libel to come barging in, and I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on Stark getting a load of my bare ass as I'm plowing balls-deep into his favorite little protégé," he said, winking at you as he pulled his Henley back over his head.

"Ew," you laughed, "everyone knows Parker's Tony's favorite little protégé these days. Thank you for that mental image."

Bucky shot you a sardonic look. "Arms, smartass," he said, indicating for you to lift your arms above your head so he could put your shirt back on you. "You got some mouth on you. I ever tell you how much I love it?"

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[frightenedcricket]

One of our songs.

Noah Sebastian x Reader. Fluff.

Note: first noah fic!!!

Warning: none, I think.

You muttered the lyrics written in your notebook while your fingers moved up and down in the air. Noah watched you from the corner of his eye as he pretended to be working on something.

"Is it... Uh... That's how it happened, right? He cheated"

You sighed and turned to look at him.

You had written the song with Noah, mostly based on your ideas and feelings that kept flowing after a few bad weeks. He simply offered a few changes, way to express certain things and how to make it more "singeable".

"Yes"

Noah nodded and mimicked you. Now, you both sat looking at each other.

"Sorry for using your band as therapy" You chuckled.

He laughed and shook his head. "Our pleasure"

You went quiet for a while, both a bit lost in your thoughts.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Any of you liked him, Noah. What would have happened?"

"Yeah, I see your point" He chuckled.

You leaned your head against the chair and watched him. Noah was now looking at the desk.

"Are you sure about the song?"

"For now? It sounds amazing" You said. "Need to hear it from you, and the guys' green light."

Noah nodded. "You can just say no anytime. We won't release it if is too personal"

You grabbed his hand and run your thumb over his knuckles. "Thanks, Noah"

"No, thank you for giving us this lyrics."

"Hey, sorry. There was a lot of traffic." Nicky walked in with sweaty cheeks and his hair quite messy, but had some coffee.

"Nah, don't worry dude. You have to check this" Noah gave you a sweet smile and that's how you started producing the song.

A few days later, you sat with your eyes closed and headphones on, Noah sitting by you in the silent room. It was your first time listening to the song and there was something special on it. It took you a while to figure it out. But when you realized, your mouth opened and you turned to look at him. The other guys were outside having some drinks after a long day, so it was just the two of you.

Noah smirked and crossed his arms.

"It's me" You muttered.

You didn't think they would use it. You had sung the song once. It was recorded and everything, you had agreed. But this...

"Noah" you pushed the headphones back right when his voice came back.

"Listen. We can remove it. We actually have two versions. But if you like it and you agree, we want you to feature in the song."

You didn't know what to say.

"Maybe not like huge thing. But we want your name on it"

"My name is already on it"

"Bigger this time. YN, half of the album is also yours. Do you think we could do this without you?"

"Probably"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

"I disagree. It's on you, YN. Feel free"

You considered it for a few seconds. Your voice was there, doing some chorus and melodies. It wasn't a big thing.

"Don't make it too big"

"Promised" You linked your pinkies and smiled sweetly at each other, that warm love between you two obviously showing. Maybe not enough because any of you seemed to notice.

A few minutes later, Noah walked you to the kitchen, where he passed you your drink of choice and lifted his.

"To YN, who finally sings one of our songs."

"To YN!"

Months passed and the song had been released a while ago. It had been a good one, the fans liked it and it sounded good on live.

"YN"

You turned to see Folio by the door.

"Mhm"

"Uh... Can you come with us for a minute?"

Why did you tour with them? Good question. Some days you still wondered what was your job apart from songwriting.

When you left the room, you found all of them looking with suspicious smiles.

"Okay, what's wrong? What have you done?"

"Nothing yet" Jolly chuckled.

"I'm scared"

"We want to ask you something" Noah started.

Then, Nicholas followed:

"What do you think about singing with us on the stage?"

You gasped too loudly, making them all laugh at your genuine reaction.

You needed a few days to prepare for it, attending to rehearsals and sound checks. But it all went smoothly.

"So, I announce you and then you come in."

You nodded with your eyes fixed on Noah's hands. They were the perfect distraction. Tonight was the night and nerves were eating you.

"You will be there, right?"

Noah smiled, more to himself than anything, but if someone had seen him... The guys would have teased him so much.

"Of course. I will always be"

You nodded with a rapid beating heart.

"But listen, we follow you. You can run away if you want to" He chuckled. "It will be fine"

You nodded and grabbed his hand in a sweet thankful gesture.

"Thank you"

"Free therapy, sweetheart"

You chuckled and blushed at the same time. It wasn't usual to hear him call you pet names, but oh how you loved them.

"My actual therapist would hate you for that"

"Sure thing"

Noah got up and lean to kiss your forehead.

"Remember, black outfit"

You rolled your eyes and tried to hid the blush.

"See you in twenty"

You nodded and watched him walk outside the room, leaving you enough space to think about what would happen at the end of the show, how Noah had guided you through the whole process, how he had been singing a song about your shitty ex for weeks now, how him and the guys had allowed you to pour your rage and feelings in that song only to perform it for you, how now they were giving you the opportunity to do it yourself.

"Okay... That's the last one" Matt whispered to you. "Ready?"

You nodded and the manager hugged you.

"Okay, you've got this"

"Now! We have a very special guest tonight" Noah climbed on his step and look at the fans, who shouted at him. "Are you ready!?" They shouted back at him once more. "Make some noise!" He finally growled as Nick's hands finally fell on the drums.

The lights, the music, the fans, the guys... Noah... They waited for you, the signer with a had stretched out.

With an encouraging push from Matt and the mic in your hand, you stepped in the stage. It all became loud, still, Noah waited for you. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you up in the step. And then he let go of you and moved back.

It was refreshing, so relaxing, so... The adrenile filled your veins so soon, as soon as you saw all that people singing back at you, singing those lyrics about such a sad moment. But you also heard him. For this performance, you had switched places. Your voice was the main one as Noah stood behind you. What originally was your voice doing melodies and choruses, was now Noah screaming and growling, which made your skin crawl.

And almost at the end, during the climax, he appeared next to you and grabbed your hand. You turned to him and looked into his eyes. This hadn't been planned. You hadn't rehearsed this but now you were singing together and you felt so light.

You reached the highest note easily, hand in hand, with him screaming one last time. And then it all went dark and the instruments faded. The loud sounds of people filled the theater.

You were shaking, but it was excitement. Then Noah pulled you to his body and you felt yourself coming back to reality again. His tall lanky body engulfed you and his strong arms kept you close. So close. You hugged him back and gripped his turtleneck so hard you could have ripped it.

Your chest were pressed and you were breathing hard. Then, still in the dark stage, only with faint white background lights, Noah kissed your temple and you felt a wave of feelings. It was there, right there.

The lights came back and he faced the stage, still with his arm around your shoulders. You tried to focus on something else, maybe Folio by your other side who was ruffling your hair, or the fans... But still it was only him you could think of. You stayed with them for the last goodbye to the fans.

You were the one who left the stage first, almost hyperventilating and with your ears buzzing.

You heard them behind you, congratulating each other and hugging.

You turned around and your eyes fell on his, he was already looking at you.

"Noah" You whispered.

He only saw you mouthing his name, but stopped walking. The guys passed you.

"Noah" You repeated his name. He nodded. He knew, he could feel it too.

You finally walked to him and your bodies clashed. Then your lips. You kissed fervousily and your hands roamed his sweaty hair. His arms wrapped around your body and pulled you impossibly close.

The kiss was intense, hard... Teeth clashed, tongues played with each other and little noises escaped you both. You could still hear the eco of the fans outside. But that was all. There was nothing else but Noah.

"Oh god" You panted as you pulled back. With your forehead against his and your hands on his tattooed neck, you could feel his quick pulse. "Noah"

"Yes" He nodded and moved his hand to the side of your face. You both still had your eyes closed and your lips wet from the kiss. Your body only begged for more.

Noah kissed you once more, softly this time, tilting your head back so he could kiss you deeper. "I'm here" He whispered in your mouth.

You finally opened your eyes and he looked at you.

"I love you" That was all you need to hear.

[party-snake]

Dreams

Sebastian Solace x Reader

Tw: Trama, Talks of shots and experiments, longing for freedom, suicidal thoughts, murder and blood

I know I said I wouldn't be writing for him anymore, but I had this small blurb in my head. Enjoy :)

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"Do you ever wish you hadn't gotten arrested?" The question catches him off guard. He looks down, staring into your eyes. "What?" He says, slightly confused. "Sorry, I mean, do you ever wonder what life would be like if you hadn't been convicted?" You sit on his tail, his hand on your back, tracing shapes mindlessly. "Um..." He thinks about the question for a moment.

The truth is, he had thought about it. Alot actually. All those nights he sat alone in his cell, shivering from having his blood changed to a cold blooded organism. The pain from sprouting another arm, to not being able to walk. Yes the experiment had been a sucess, but not for him. They had taken away everything.

There had been many nights where he thought about suicide. Maybe death would have been kinder to him. But there was something, someone for which he held out hope. You. Being one of the scientists, you had never expected the company to sink this low. (no pun intended) Human experiments? Crazy talk.

When you met Sebastian, he had been new to facility. You greeting him with a soft smile and introduced yourself. "Hello Sebastian, my name is Doctor- actually you can just call me-" You had told him to call you by your name, and from that point on, he made it his mission to see you as much as possible. He would always request you for check ups, but never for shots. He didn't want to make that association with you.

There had been many times where you slipped him extra blankets or scraps of food. And that's when he started to fall for you. It was gradual at first, just thinking about a little more than usual. But only a little, he swears. Then escalated to thinking about you all the time, throwing a fit if you weren't his doctor for that day.

You remember there was one day when you came in and his tail was wagging he was so happy to see you. You giggled quietly and greeted him. "Hello Seb." You had given that nickname almost immediately, feeling familiar enough to drop the formalities with him. He have a small wave and you walked over to him, lifting the stethoscope to your ears to you could check his heart rate.

"So, how have you been feeling?" He took and breath and exhaled. "Uhm, cold." You giggled again. "Well that's be expected," You moved the stethoscope, "Your body is still getting used to the changes most likely." He nodded and you removed the stethoscope.

He lifted up his shirt so you could check the stitches. "Hm, we could probably remove those today. What do you think?" You look up and him and smile. He returns it. "Seb?" He snaps out of his trance and looks down at you. "Oh, uh, sounds good." The one thing he remembered about you was your ever present smile. Despite the horrors of the facility around you, you still had a smile on your face.

And it helped him. Whenever he slipped into a pit of darkness, your smile would shine a light for him, guiding the way. But then, you got taken away from him. Another scientist had over heard you being nice to him. He pulled you aside and scolded you for getting to close to Sebastian, that no personnel should form any type of relationship with an experiment.

You felt offended, you were just being nice to him! You didn't have any feelings for him... right? The scientist left, and that's when Sebastian decided it was time. These motherfuckers would pay for what they did to him.

A few hours later and you were talking with the scientist. You looked back at Sebastian, unconscious from the anesthetic. The scientist guided you onto the submarine and the door folded shut. "Tch, Bastard. He's gonna pay for this." He said, and you grimiced.

"He was probably scared. And angry. I would be too." You walked over to him and bent down, running your fingers through his hair. "I don't know how you can touch that thing." You glared at him. "He is not a thing! He is Sebastian!" The scientist slapped you. Pain burst along the side of your face, and you stumbled back.

"Don't yell at me bitch." Just then, a low hissing sound was heard, growls came from behind you. A hand came to wrap around your waist and pulled you behind- "Seb?" Red hot rage was in his eyes, his pupils narrowing at the scientist. "Don't talk to her like that."

The scientist pulled out his radio, shakely speaking into it. Sebastian lunged at him, biting into his neck and slicing his uniform. He was dead before he hit the ground. He sighed and took a keycard. The submarine doors opened and he looked back at you.

You were shaking in fear, waiting foe him to kill you, say something, do something. He extended his hand and waited. You shouldn't, you really shouldn't. Ah fuck it. You took his hand and felt along his scales, intertwining your fingers with his.

He wrapped his other hand around your legs and pulled you to his chest. You held onto his coat as he slithered along the deck and opened the door. "Ready?" He asked. You nodded. Let's give them hell.

After he had released the experiments, you had helped him with finding supplies. He guided you to a open room and made his scrambler. "How did you learn how to do that?" He shrugged. He had learned to do it when he was still on the surface, taking classes in coded and electronics. How he missed that.

He missed being with his friends, going swimming, the sun on his skin, waking up in the morning. Simple things like that. You walked up to him and put a hand on his back. He smiled down at you, and you returned it.

He sat back against the wall, and you followed him, climbing onto his lap. He blushed a little, but you couldn't see it.

"Do you ever wish you hadn't gotten arrested?" The question catches him off guard. He looks down, staring into your eyes. "What?" He says, slightly confused. "Sorry, I mean, do you ever wonder what life would be like if you hadn't been convicted?" You sit on his tail, his hand on your back, tracing shapes mindlessly. "Um..." He thinks about the question for a moment.

"Yeah, I do actually." He says, looking around the room. You lean in slightly, "Well?" He chuckles and begins to explain.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

I am gonna give it to you gay buuut a Story where Sebastian falls in love with a Male MC who is a dragoncaretaker. And Sebastian has Bi panic to the max. Cause this dude is all muscle and Sebastian doesn't know why he is so attracted to it? I am curious to see what you will do with this.

Fire Hazard | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Hogwarts Legacy Pride Week

Anon, I'm sorry it took me so long to finish this ask, but I was motivated to finally get it done since after all, it's June and it's HL Pride Week!

Happy Pride 🐉🏳️‍🌈

Words: ~1,900

Tags: Bi-Panic, Fluff, Longing and Pining, Post-Hogwarts

The dragon sanctuary was nestled deep in the Welsh valleys, hidden behind enchantments and enough fireproofing charms to make Gringotts look flammable. They were here on Ministry business—some dispute about a dragon egg that had been smuggled into Knockturn Alley. Sebastian and Ominis had tracked the original source to the sanctuary.

The dragons, Sebastian could handle. The dragon caretaker, Rhys, on the other hand—

He looked like he'd been carved out of stone. Broad shoulders, roped muscle, hands calloused from wrangling creatures most people ran from. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, damp with sweat, and his accent rolled like thunder over hills.

It didn't make any sense why Sebastian's heart was racing. He was into women, girls with sharp eyes and sharper laughs. Pretty smiles and wicked senses of humor. That was his type. That had always been his type.

So there was absolutely no reason his gaze should be lingering on the open collar of a sweat-damp shirt. No reason his throat should be dry or his pulse should be skipping or why he was wondering what it would feel like to have those calloused, dragon-wrangling hands rest on his waist.

But here he was.

“Hope you don’t mind the walk,” Rhys said, glancing over his shoulder with an easy smile. “The girls don’t like it when I bring strangers in all at once.”

Sebastian managed a smirk. “I don’t mind at all.”

Merlin’s balls, he thought immediately. Why did I say it like that?

Ominis turned his head slightly, face unreadable. “Why are you flushed?" he asked under his breath.

“I’m warm,” Sebastian replied, casually wiping his palm on his trousers when the dragonkeeper wasn’t looking.

"It's fifteen degrees."

Sebastian ignored him.

They reached the enclosure, where a Ridgeback the size of a carriage was curled among scorched rocks. Rhys crouched beside her, murmuring something low and affectionate. The creature rumbled, relaxed, and blinked slowly.

“You’re good with them,” Sebastian said.

The man glanced up, grinning. “You’ve got to be. They’ll smell fear—or arrogance—a mile off."

Sebastian chuckled. “Then it’s a miracle I'm still standing here.”

“You don’t seem afraid,” Rhys said, standing fully and eyeing him with a grin. “Arrogant, though? Maybe.”

Sebastian held his ground, lips twitching. “Guilty.”

The other man laughed a deep, warm sound that cracked something open in Sebastian’s chest.

The dragon shifted, emitting a low huff of steam as she rested her head near the man’s boots. Rhys absently scratched behind her jaw.

Sebastian watched the gesture and tried very, very hard not to imagine those same hands anywhere near him.

“She’s gorgeous,” Sebastian said, more to distract himself than anything else.

“She is,” Rhys agreed, eyes still on the Ridgeback. “But temperamental. Lost her mate last year, and now that her egg had been taken, she’s been extra skittish."

“That’s rough,” Sebastian said softly.

Rhys looked at him again, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. “Yeah. They get attached. More than people think.”

There was a quiet moment, just the wind rustling over the ridge and the distant roar of another dragon echoing through the valley. Then Rhys tilted his head slightly and added, “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“The look of someone who wants to ask too many questions.”

Sebastian grinned. “Ministry habit. Comes with the badge.”

Rhys stepped closer, too close. Like he had no idea the effect he was having. Or maybe he did, and that was worse.

“Well,” he said, voice low and slow like the slide of molasses, “ask.”

Sebastian opened his mouth. Closed it again. Because what was he supposed to ask? Have you always been this ridiculously fit? Are your arms always that tan? Do you make straight men question their life choices often?

He cleared his throat. “...How did you get into this line of work?”

Rhys smiled. “Inherited the sanctuary from my uncle. Been raising dragons since I could walk. Got burned my first week, fell in love the second.”

Sebastian swallowed hard. “With the work?”

Rhys’s grin widened, sharp and a little wicked. “Among other things.”

Beside him, Ominis made a noise somewhere between a cough and a snort.

Sebastian didn’t look at him because Rhys had turned back toward the dragon pen, crouching low again, and the stretch of his back beneath that worn shirt was unholy.

Sebastian exhaled slowly through his nose. He needed to get it together.

But it was like his brain had short-circuited somewhere between Rhys’s voice and Rhys’s forearms, and now all that was left was static and the faint background hum of oh no.

Fortunately Ominis stepped in. “Mind if I take a look at her?” he asked, voice smooth and professional.

Rhys nodded, rising to his feet again. “Be my guest. Just don’t touch her tail. She won’t like that.”

Ominis crouched beside the nest. He asked questions—good ones, smart ones. About magical exposure, incubation timelines. Rhys answered them all with ease, one arm braced on the pen’s rail, smile sharp and tongue sharper.

Sebastian said nothing.

He just stood there, arms crossed tightly like that would keep his insides from sloshing out onto the grass. His thoughts were a tangle of panic and questions he didn’t want to ask out loud.

Because this wasn’t like past attraction. This wasn’t idle appreciation or the kind of admiration he might have had for a good-looking bloke on the street. This felt personal. Physical. Undeniable.

And if Rhys had pressed him any further—one more wink, one more hand on his arm—Sebastian was genuinely unsure whether he would’ve apparated away in a panic or just melted on the spot.

So he let Ominis talk.

Sebastian nodded occasionally, made vague hums of agreement when necessary, but said absolutely nothing useful until the conversation wrapped and Rhys escorted them back through the sanctuary with a lazy, parting grin and an offer to "come by anytime."

Sebastian barely remembered saying goodbye.

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They didn’t speak on the return trip.

Ominis was mercifully quiet, though Sebastian could feel the way his gaze kept sliding toward him.

The silence stretched until they were back in the office, the door clicking shut behind them, the sanctuary paperwork sitting forgotten on their desks.

Sebastian dropped into his chair with a soft grunt and scrubbed a hand down his face.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before Ominis finally said, “So.”

Sebastian winced. “Don’t.”

“I’m going to.”

Sebastian didn’t respond. Just leaned back and stared at the ceiling like it might offer him a lifeline.

“I’m assuming this is the part where you pretend you didn’t just have a sexual awakening in the middle of a dragon pen.”

Sebastian groaned. “Ominis.”

“What?” Ominis asked innocently. “It’s not like it wasn’t obvious."

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. You just hate that I’m right.” Ominis sat down across from him, hands folded, face maddeningly composed. “So. You want to talk about it?”

Sebastian hesitated. For a long time.

“...I don’t know what the hell that was.”

Ominis blinked. “It was lust, Sebastian.”

“No, I know what lust is,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “This felt like, like being hit with a bludger. In the soul. It was a man. A man with—” He cut himself off, horrified. “I don’t—that’s not me.”

“It was today.”

Sebastian let out a strangled sound and slumped forward onto the desk. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it,” he muttered into the crook of his elbow, “but Merlin, I didn’t plan on having a sexuality crisis before lunch.”

“Would you have preferred after?” Ominis deadpanned.

Sebastian shot him a glare. “You are so unhelpful.”

“I’m being incredibly supportive, actually."

Sebastian groaned again. “This is so stupid. Why now? Why him?”

Ominis leaned back, shrugging like he wasn’t absolutely enjoying himself. “Because he looked like the cover of a romance novel?"

Sebastian didn’t move. “He touched my arm, Ominis.”

“Oh, I saw. And the way you froze like he’d just proposed marriage was truly remarkable.”

Sebastian exhaled a shaky laugh, half mortified, half exasperated. “I need to get my head on straight.”

“I think you mean bi.”

“You know what I mean.”

Ominis let him sulk for a moment before adding, more gently this time, “You don’t have to decide everything today, you know.”

Sebastian glared at him. “I’m not scared of being queer, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

“I just… I’ve never looked at a bloke and wanted like that. And then he shows up with dragons and forearms and that bloody smile, and now I’m—” He waved his hands, helpless. “—this.”

Ominis hummed thoughtfully. “Well. He was objectively hot. If it helps, I nearly blushed, and I’m immune to charm.”

Sebastian snorted despite himself. “Thanks.”

There was a pause.

Then Ominis said, like he hadn’t been waiting to say it all along, “You know you could go back.”

Sebastian lifted his head. “To the sanctuary?”

“Under the pretense of checking on the other eggs,” Ominis said smoothly.

Sebastian slouched back in his chair, eyes trailing up to the Ministry-issue ceiling like it might open and swallow him whole.

“I can’t,” he muttered. “It would be weird.”

Ominis didn’t even blink. “What, following up on a case?”

“No, showing up again like, like I’m interested.”

“You are interested.”

“That’s not the point,” Sebastian snapped, sitting up straighter, cheeks pink.

“It’s entirely the point.”

Sebastian groaned again and scrubbed at his face. "Ominis, he might not even be gay! Or bi! Or, or into Ministry men having identity crises!"

Ominis just gave him a look. “And?”

Sebastian stared. “And that would be humiliating.”

“Ah, yes,” Ominis said dryly, “God forbid someone not be madly in love with you at first sight. How ever will you survive?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not helping.”

“You’re just allergic to anything that sounds like personal growth.” Ominis said, unfazed.

“I am not—” Sebastian paused. Deflated a little. “Okay. But this is different.”

“Because it’s new?”

Sebastian hesitated. “Because it’s me. I’m used to knowing things about myself. What I want. Who I want.” He dragged a hand through his hair, still flushed. “This feels like being sixteen again."

Ominis didn’t respond right away. Just watched him quietly, the way only Ominis could, like he could see things Sebastian hadn’t put words to yet.

“It’s not a bad thing,” he said at last. “It means you're figuring yourself out.”

Sebastian huffed a half-laugh. “Figuring myself out at twenty-three. Brilliant.”

"Some people never do," Ominis said, shrugging. “They just keep marching along, pretending the shape of their heart was something they decided at seventeen. You’re doing better than most.”

Sebastian didn’t answer right away. Just let that settle over him like fresh air. Ominis was right. It wasn’t a bad thing. Just… new.

“…I might go back,” Sebastian said finally, voice quiet. “To check on the eggs.”

Ominis raised a brow. “Of course.”

“See if the Ridgeback’s doing any better.”

“Entirely professional.”

Sebastian exhaled through a smile. “Maybe ask if Rhys wants to get a drink.”

“Well, I for one am shocked,” Ominis said dryly. “Who could’ve seen this coming?”

“I’m leaving,” Sebastian said, standing abruptly. “You’re the worst.”

But he was smiling now as he made his way out the door with something lighter in his step. Still uncertain. Still a little terrified. But maybe… ready. Curious. And maybe a little bit hopeful, too.

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“I wanna be someone you used to hate without the memory of the pain/I went too far and now we can't restart./ It's like we cut the breaks, tore ‘em off the car ninety miles inside the dark familiar scars, and electric hearts”

“Why! Why would you! How could you? What did she give you that I don't, Noah?” 

She screams at me, tears running down her face, the pain I caused her destroying every good memory of me she has. I couldn't believe I pushed her this far; that I pushed us to this point in our relationship. I couldn't give her the answer she wanted because the truth was I didn't have one. I fucked up. Bad.  I fucked someone else, in our bed, when she was away at her parents. Granted I was drunk, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse at all. Jolly told me not to do it.  Folio said I'd lose her if I did. Nick just shook his head and walked away when I took the fifth shot given to me. Matt was refusing to speak to me. 

What the fuck happened? How could I be so over taken by a girl whose name I couldn't even remember?  She sits on the ottoman holding her head in her hands. Her shoulders are shaking and the only sounds are her quiet sobs. I want to comfort her.  I want to go to her, take her in my arms and apologize over and over until she believes me. I know she won't. I know she fucking hates me. The cuts I've made so recklessly on her heart are too deep. I reach out to touch her, but she pulls away. 

“Don't you fucking touch me, Noah,” she screams, making me cringe. “Don't ever touch me again.”

She looks at me with so much distaste for the first time ever since we've been together. I can't stand to see her like this, so I make the choice to leave. 

“No, you asshole! You don't get the benefit of walking out on me when you're the one who made the wrong choice. I'm the one who gets to leave.” 

She stands up grabbing her keys and purse that are still on the floor where she dropped them a bit ago. 

“No, please baby,”

“Don't you fucking dare, Noah. Don't you call me that. You do not have the privilege of calling me that anymore. I'm nothing to you now.” 

She glares at me with so much hurt, so much anger in her blue eyes. My body goes numb. The slamming of the front door makes me cringe as it signals the end of us and the glow of her headlights as she backs out of the driveway says it's for good. I run into the kitchen and find the trash can just in time.

“I know I'm gonna die in the bed I made and I'm drowning in a dream that I can't escape, if I could wake up I'd hesitate.”

My eyes snap open from the vibration against my leg, and I squint as they try to adjust to the light. I realize I must have fallen asleep after sitting on the couch for  I don't know how long after she left, with her No Face hoodie still clenched in my hands. It's her favorite, and when I saw it laying on the back of the chair, a spark of hope ignited in me. Maybe if I give her a few days we can talk.  I reach into my pocket to answer the call and when I look at my phone I see nine missed calls from Matt and seven from Jolly. I answer before it becomes the eighth. 

“Where the fuck have you been? Why haven't you answered any of my calls, or Matt’s!” 

Jolly's voice is loud and his bitter tone tells me something bad has happened. 

“I fell asleep, Jolly, sorry man.” 

Jolly scoffs. 

“So fucking typically, Noah! You go around and break your girl’s heart, causing her to do something drastic that plays out like a fucking horror movie and you get to fall asleep. Yeah, fuck you mother,” 

“Whoa! Slow the fuck down, Jolly! I didn't intentionally fall asleep. I've been sitting here on my couch, crying for the past hour. What in the hell are you talking about?” 

“Are you sure? You didn't invite what’s her face back for a second round the moment she drove away?” 

There was dead silence. I clench my jaw, running my hand over my mouth, thanking god Jolly's not in front of me as my hand closes into a tight fist. 

“Fuck you, Jolly! Fuck you!” I yell into the phone. “It wasn't supposed to happen, okay? I had no intention of hurting her! I love her and I know if I give her some space and some time we can work it out.” 

There was dead silence again. 

“Noah,” the way Jolly says my name is one-eighty from just a second ago. 

Something bad has happened. I can feel it. 

“She’s been in an accident. She was hit head on by a drunk driver. It took the E.M.T’s almost an hour to cut her out. Once they did; there was no pulse. Her blood was everywhere, Noah. After a few tries of resuscitation they finally got a pulse, faint, but it was there. I followed them to the hospital. That’s where I am now. Matt, Folio, and Nick are, too. We're all here. Everyone but you. Please come, Noah. Your girl needs you. 

“But it’s too late to turn back now, Oh God, I tried but I don’t know, if I could escape it, I’d trade in the blame, you can take it. If it doesn’t take me first.”

I don’t know how I’m able to make it to the hospital in one piece, but I do.  I text Jolly to find out where everyone is and follow the directions he gives me.  My knees are weak. I’m shaking and can’t stop the tears that keep falling.  She means everything to me; more than the band, the job, the money, fuck, even my own life. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect her.  If I lose her; if he takes her from me, I swear to... 

“Noah!” 

The sound of my name distracts me from my thoughts. I realize I’m right where Jolly said to meet them, seeing Nicholas waving to me up ahead. Drying my face,  I proceed to the waiting area. I’m greeted by fists bumps from both Folio and Nick,  but Jolly only glares at me, while Matt refuses to even look at me.  I know they had a thing for each other before we started dating, but somehow I was the one who managed to grab her attention enough for her to say yes when I asked her out for the first time. The way her whole face lit up when I asked her gave me butterflies for the longest time and I found myself, once again, wondering what the fuck I was thinking when I cheated on her. I wasn’t; that's the whole problem. 

“Any update?” I ask. 

Jolly just shakes his head as he continues to stare. 

“What?’  “Don’t fucking “what” me.”  “Yeah, Jolly, I am. I know you hate me right now, okay.”  “Hate doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I look over at Matt who’s finally acknowledging my presence.  “I know,” 

My gaze drops from him to the floor, unable to look at the pain in my friend's face. 

“How can you live with yourself right now, Noah?” Matt stands up and walks up to me. “How can you,” but he doesn’t finish, just continues to stare, making me uncomfortable. 

Matt begins to cry a little harder than he probably means to, and finally walks away towards the bathrooms, giving me some room to breathe. I wipe my eyes, erasing the guilt that’s started to seep again, taking a seat next to Folio who’s pretending to read an outdated motorcycle magazine. 

Hours pass, making the unknown feel like hell. My hell. The hell I deserve along with all of it's slow, agonizing torture of my soul as the seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn hours. I’m so anxious that I’ve bitten down all my nails and my left leg is aching from bouncing for too long. Laying my head back, I let myself drift back into one of my favorite memories of us; that time in Virginia. 

“If you even think about touching me while I'm walking down this fucking muddy trail you so desperately wanted me to come on with you, I swear to the Lord above, Noah Sebastian, I will make you suffer. I hear you and Jolly back there!” 

“Babe, I have no idea what you're talking about. You must be hearing things.” 

I was trying my hardest to hide the snicker in my voice, but I knew she was already on to me. When she turned around and looked at me, giving me her best angry face, I melted even more for her than I already had.  God she was fucking beautiful and sweet, and such a badass, and she was all mine. I smiled down at her, moving in a little closer and sliding my hand behind her head, bringing her in for a long kiss. I felt her body relax into mine, the same way she always reacted whenever I kissed her. 

“You already make me suffer; every moment that you're away from me.” 

She pulled away from me, gazing into my eyes. 

“Awe, Noah,” she said, her bottom lip, that I desperately wanted to bite and suck on, protruding. 

The overwhelming way she made me so hard in a matter of seconds and yet feel like I was the richest, luckiest guy  in the world was something I would never get used to. I was falling in love with her; and I wasn't afraid to admit it. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

I chuckled at the sheepish grin that swept over her face and reddened her cheeks. 

“No reason. I just really love looking at you.” I kissed her one more time before taking her hand.  “Come on. If you go down, then I'm going down too, how's that?” 

Her face brightened. 

“I like that,” she grinned.  “Dude, this shit is fucking gross. I usually don't mind mud, but this,” Folio, groaned, lifting up his boot that was covered in thick, greenish, brownish mud. 

“Whose fucking idea was it to take this particular trail, anyway?”  “Matt,” She, Jolly, Nicholas, and I said in unison.  “What the fuck ever! You know you could've said no,” Matt hollered, walking a little further ahead of us. 

Just when I thought everything was good, the very next step she took was our demise.  Down she went, ass to the mud, slipping and sliding a few inches down the hill, dragging me with her. Her squeals were all that could be heard but stopped once we reached the bottom.  She laid on her back,  soaked in nothing but the god awful muck. I held my laugh, suppressing it as much as I could even though Matt and Folio had already busted out laughing. 

“Babe? Baby are you okay?” 

Even though my ass was wet and muddy, I knew it was nothing compared to hers.. Nick helped me up, wishing me luck and I carefully made my way down the path to help her. Her eyes were closed and for a second I thought maybe she was seriously hurt. 

“Babe, are you hurt?” 

I saw her grin before I felt the sting of the mud hit me in the face, slapping me unrelentlessly. 

“Shit!” I cried, wondering if this was how bad her ass felt every time I spanked it during sex. If so, maybe I should find a different kink. 

“Fucking hell, that hurt.”  “Yeah? Well so does my back, fucker,” she lashed out even though it was through a laugh.  “Fair enough.” I squatted next to her, offering my support, only to have her tackle me and push me into the mud.  “There, now we're even,” she giggled, leaning over top of me. 

She kissed me, slipping her tongue slyly into my mouth, sending all kinds of signals through my body. But the bad boy side of me wanted revenge as I grabbed a handful of mud and smashed it in the side of her face.  A look of horror flashed across her face as her eyes widened.  I had a feeling I was going to regret that later on, but knowing how fucking amazing intense rough sex could be with her, I gladly welcomed it  with open arms.  Pretty soon, after a few more handfuls of back and forth mud throwing, she and I were pretty much completely covered in mud.  But we were happy; she was the perfect image of what my happiness was. 

“If you two children are finished, the rest of us grown-ups would like to finish our hike.”  “Fuck you, Karlsson,” I said, holding up the middle finger to Jolly who playfully smiled as he passed us, refusing to help either one of us up.  “What the fuck ever, I guess it's you and me Babe,” I announced, looking over at her. “Yeah, just like always.” 

The love we made that night was some of the best we'd ever had. I fucked her slowly at first then harder each time she cried out for more, taking my time to make sure she felt every part of me while I tried to commit to memory every way she felt while I was inside her. It was the first time I'd ever made her cum more than twice.  She fought with me at first, telling me she wasn't letting me anywhere near her because of what happened earlier. 

“Me withholding sex from you is your punishment,” she said. 

So, I wrestled her, showing her just how dominant I could be when she chose to be a brat, and I won in the end, obviously.  I left my handprint on her ass, caring nothing about the way it might have felt, like I did earlier. She was mine; and she needed to be reminded that she was. She paid me back by digging her nails into my chest as she rode me, hands pressed hard against my chest as I watched her enjoy the pleasure she was getting from me. 

Her breasts filled my hands as she took what she wanted from me, crying my name like an innocent prayer. I came so fucking hard that I left scratches down her thighs.  I don't think another night has ever topped that; not even the night that has led to this fucking hell I'm now sitting in. Deciding to take a walk, making Nick promise me he'll text me if there's news, I find myself wandering the Emergency Room halls.

“I lie to myself like it's not too late, convinced the past can still be changed/ We know it's gone, but I can't move on/ I wanna rewind, but it just replays/ Jumping on a hand grenade, but it won't go off , no, it won't go off."

Overwhelmed by the memories and emotions, I enter the chapel that's here to bring whatever comfort a person longs for in their time of need. It's empty; just an altar, a cross, a lot of chairs, and a few dim lights. I take a seat closer to the front, wiping my eyes again, though this time I'm not ashamed of the tears. I deserve them.  I fucked up so bad and now I'm left in her wake to deal with the guilt and heartache that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I bit my knuckles while slowly rocking back and forth, letting the tears of anger, tears of hurt and pain, tears of fear,  run down my cheeks and fall to the floor below. Then I begin to do something I haven't done since I was a kid; something my grandma taught me to use in the moments when I didn’t know what else to do; I pray. 

“I know you're listening; I know you can hear me. My girl’s fucking innocent. She doesn't deserve to pay for the crimes I've committed.” 

I squeeze my eyes closed, releasing more tears, sniffling. 

“I know I've fucked up and I'm guessing I've made you pretty angry if you think an innocent girl deserves to take my place in death. But, I'm telling you now,” stopping as my voice starts to break apart. 

I'm sobbing, falling to my knees as my hands drape over the back of the chair in front of me. 

“God, I'm fucking begging you, take me first. Switch our places, somehow, some way and fucking take me first. I can't live with this pain, God! I need her here!” 

I drop down seething through my teeth. 

“Ughhh, fucking shit, motherfucker! It hurts too much, do you hear me!” 

I push the chairs in front of me so hard they go flying and hit the bottom of the altar. That's all it takes before I'm lifting chair after chair and throwing it across the room. 

“I'm sorry I hurt her, I'm sorry I broke her heart, just please, I'm fucking begging you, don't take her from me. Take Me First.” 

My shoulders slump and my arms fall to my sides. I'm out of breath, crying in between each one. I’m emotionally drained and feel uncomfortably numb, so numb that I don't feel the vibration of my phone at first. I pull it out not expecting what I see. 

Today 4:32am

Ruffilo: SHE’S AWAKE!!!! GET HERE NOW!!!

Everything around me stops. A loud ringing echoes in my ears, piercing the very inner and making me cringe. This can’t really be how it works is it? I get pissed off, through a fit, and my prayer is answered; there’s more to it, right?  My eyes drift upwards, and I’m suddenly feeling a little ashamed. Especially when I take a look around the room and see the mess I’ve made.  Fuck. I’m going to have to clean this up before I leave the hospital.  But first I need to go see her. 

“Thank you,” 

I whisper as I walk toward the door to leave, but before I do I turn around and focus on the simple cross sitting in the middle of the table at the foot of the altar. Suddenly, hope doesn’t seem impossible. I believe more now than before, that she and I might be able to fix this horrible broken mess.  All the guys are in the room surrounding her. She’s lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to all kinds of machines with tubes and cables going everywhere. One of her legs and arms are in a cast, and a huge bandage is wrapped around her head.  Bruising is visible on her face along with a busted lip. Seeing all of this shatters my heart into a million pieces, destroying what little bit of it was left. 

I stand outside the room, gazing in on her. Matt’s at her side, holding her hand, talking to her about god only knows what. Probably anything to distract her from reality,  and she’s partially smiling at whatever he’s saying. Despite everything, she looks happy, yet when her eyes shift to look at me, I swallow hard.  The emptiness I see is deep. The lack of emotion that resonates from them makes my heart stop for a moment. Everyone turns and looks my way.  Nicholas comes out wearing a grave expression that chills every part of me.  I know what he’s about to say isn’t easy, so I brace myself for it. He takes me by the arm, pulling me off to the side, out of her sights. 

“What is it Nick? What’s wrong? She’s dying isn’t she? She’s not going to make it, shit, oh my god,” I run my hands through my hair as I turn back around and stare back into the room at her. 

I’m shaking so bad I can barely stand, so I brace myself against the wall for support.

“Hey, hey chill the fuck out Noah, just for a minute, and listen to me! She’s not dying. She’s going to be okay. She has a lot of injuries that are going to take a lot of time to heal, but she’s going to be fine.” 

I exhale, looking Nick in the eyes for the first time.

“Really?” I ask, through blurry eyes. 

He smiles at me, throwing his hand on my shoulder. 

“Really, bro. She’s good. But there is something you’ve got to know. She said she didn’t want to tell you herself because you might not believe her.” 

My forehead creases as I frown. 

“What do you mean, something else?” 

Nick licks his lips, looks over into the room, and takes a deep breath. 

“Nick, what the fuck dude, what is it?” 

His green eyes meet mine and in absolute seriousness he says, “Your girl’s pregnant, Noah.”