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NFWMB - PART FIVE*
Summary: âY/N hasnât been able to stop thinking about what happened, but it seems like she is not the only one overthinking this timeâŠâ
Tropes: innocent!reader x boxer!harry
Wc: 3k
Warnings: smutty scenes, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, teeny tiny bit of angst ig
A/N: I AM BACK! I finished my exams today and I hurried home to write the rest of this chapter bc I have been itching to do so for the past weeks. I will try not to put as much time in between the next chapters, sorry about that! Love you all and enjoy!!!
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It had been three days. Three entire days since the kissing-in-the-car debacle that Y/N had participated in, and she still wasn't over it. How was she supposed to act normal at their class tomorrow? It had plagued her mind ever since she walked into her apartment that Saturday night.
All weekend, she had been contemplating different things. Saturday and Sunday, she was sure she wanted to never see his face again because she couldn't stand the embarrassment. But when Monday rolled around and re-thought everything after coming back from work, she realized that she should probably be mature and talk to him.
However, that resulted into her pacing around her room like a maniac with the phone in her hand, his number ready to dial. For the past twenty minutes she had been trying to convince herself to just press that call button and get it over with.
"C'mon..." Y/N growled to herself. She stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath, and finally called him. Her hands were sweating as the dial tone sounded over and over again, and the nerves she felt were sure to explode her stomach, but she kept breathing and waited for Harry to pick up.
The distant sound of a phone ringing took Y/Nâs attention away from her own attempted call. Her heart began beating even faster as she walked towards her front door, and sure enough, when looking through her peephole, she saw Harry standing in front of her door.
As she took the lock off, Y/N broke up the call and putting her phone in her pocket. Harry's eyes were wide at the door opening all of a sudden, but he still managed to muster an awkward smile amidst his shock before he greeted her.
"Hi." He said quietly.
"Hi." She greeted back, unsure of what to do or say or feel. "uhm, what are you doing here?"
The question came out so soft, as if she was scared to ask it, not ready for the consequences his answer may bear. Maybe it was true; she had always had the feeling that her body was better at communicating her true feelings than her brain was.
"I need to talk to you." Harry said, his tone serious enough for Y/N's chest to start pressing on her, but a soft edge to it nonetheless. "Can I come in?"
She nodded, opening the door wider and letting Harry inside her apartment. He walked in and silently observed the place. Y/N felt oddly tense as she waited for him to take it all in, but he was quite quick to turn around. In the seconds that he stood there, entirely quiet, Y/N deduced the obvious: he was awaiting some instructions from her.
"Go sit on the couch, do you want something to drink?" She asked, already heading for the kitchen. Harry sat down like she told him to, but shook his head.
"No thank you, just wanna talk. Can you... sit down?" His difficulty to meet her eye and the apprehension behind his words had Y/N immediately head for the couch and sit down next to him.
"What did you want to talk about?" She asked innocently, like she wasnât the reason this awkwardness existed in the first place.
"About last Saturday." He answered. You began to shake your head, cheeks already reddening from the shame that washed over you.
"Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean toâ"
"Justâ hold on," He interrupted her. "I said something, that night, I can't help but think that you didn't take it how I meant it. And it has been eating at me all weekend because I'd hate to be the fool who accidentally rejected you."
Harry's eyes bored into Y/N's until she couldn't take the intensity of it anymore and looked down. He leaned forward, putting his hand on her leg. She studied his fingers as they slowly caressed her skin.
"Harry, it's okay. I misinterpreted it, you don't have to make excuses to make me feel better." She shrugged her shoulders, hoping to prematurely dodge any bullets that might have ended up with her crying otherwise.
"I'm not!" He protested. "Iâ Y/N, look at me."
When she didn't instantly comply, Harry's fingers traced up to her chin and redirected her face towards him, forcing her to meet his gaze. His thumb slowly stroked her chin as he took in every inch of her face.
"I wanted it." He said slowly, making sure she heard every word he says. Slowly leaning in, he added: "Really bad."
His lips hovered near hers, so close it was nearly sending her into a frenzy, but far away enough for him to assess her reaction on his movements. But Y/N was an open book, a reactive person when it came to these desires. She couldn't feign disinterest as she had never felt this strongly about someone in such a perverted manner before. Harry mouth slowly curled up into a smirk.
"Can I show you how badly I wanted it?" He asked, the heat of his breath reaching her face and making her core pulsate. The only thing Y/N could do was nod, and before she knew it, Harry's lips closed in on hers.
A soft whine escaped her throat as he kissed her, the desperation of her body unshielded under his roughly delicate touch. Nothing seemed to make sense as he slowly slipped his tongue into her mouth and pushed her back on the couch, nothing but him.
Harry leaned forward, not taking his mouth off Y/N as she sat against the armrest. He hovered over her, his body between her spread legs. One of his hands was holding onto her waist, while the other one kept him up by holding onto the armrest.
As their tongues danced around each other, Harry's hand slipped down from her waist towards her inner thighs, and Y/N felt her panties getting wet at the suggestive caresses of her skin. She put her hands on Harry's shoulders and pushed him back a little bit, their lips now apart. Still caught up in the heat of the moment, Harry mindlessly trailed his kisses down her jaw and then onto her neck.
"Harry." Y/N tried to get his attention, but his name sounded more like an erotic plea, and caused a growl to sound from his lips, followed by a rougher treatment on her neck. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as his lips sucked at that sensitive skin of her, and a small whine fell from her as he bruised her neck.
"Haâ hmm... Harry!" She exclaimed. "Sâ stop."
Within a millisecond, or at least it felt like that, Harry's hands and mouth were removed from her. His face was filled with worry as he took in hers.
"Are you okay? Did I go too far?" He began asking, but she was quick to shake her head.
"No! It's justâ I haven't really, done much of this before. I don't have a lot of experience and uhm, I just wanted you to know that before we... proceeded." Y/N explained, voice near trembling as she spoke. Harry's eyes softened, and his face pulled into a soft smile.
"Thank you for telling me." He said, leaning forward and giving her a kiss before pulling back, sitting up straight. "I just have one question, though."
Y/N nodded, big doe eyes staring right at him as that innocent smile transformed into a smug grin.
"Can I show you what I actually wanted to do last Saturday?" He asked, stroking her already spread legs. Before she knew it, the answer fell from Y/N's lips.
"Yes."
He let out a satisfied hum before his hands grabbed at her shorts and pulled them down along with her underwear, leaving her bare cunt to be exposed to him. Y/N blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed at how exposed she was, but the fascination that twinkled in Harry's eyes washed most of her insecurities away. She watched carefully as he leaned down and his fingers began stroking her folds.
Y/N held her breath in anticipation, curiously waiting for Harry to continue, and when he finally put his hands on her clit, she couldn't help but shift in her seat a bit at the tingling sensation.
"Oâ oh!" She shrieked when she felt Harry's tongue attached itself to her clit, his middle finger now paying more attention to slowly beginning to slide in and out of her. Y/N tried to control her breathing to the best of her abilities as Harry explored her sopping and pulsating core.
Y/N's mind had gone all fuzzy from the sweet feeling of his touch on her sensitive parts. It was impossible to focus on anything else than Harry, and even if it was, she wouldn't dare take her eyes off of him anyway. It was addictive, the way he was ravishing her like she was a culinary meal, and it felt glorying.
Harry temporarily removed his mouth from her heat, and looked up at Y/N before saying: "C'mon, angel. Tell me how it feels."
Her heart skipped a beat at the nickname she'd grown to love ever since the first time he said it, and she tried to control her whines as she responded.
"Soâ ah! So good..." She managed to reply, her knuckles turning white from balling up her fists in an attempt to not come too early. Harry's tongue swept over her clit in such an intoxicating way, and his now two fingers pumping in and out of her was only getting her closer to her inevitable climax.
Harry moaned at her verbal approval, and picked up the pace of both his mouth and his fingers, leaving her nothing but a whimpering mess under him. This was surely going to be the death of her, wasnât it?
"Harryâ I think I'm going to..." She ran out of breath before she could finish your sentence, and she began convulsing around him, legs trembling as her orgasm began to reach her like a wave building up. And then just like that, it crashed.
With a cry of his name and a few profanities that followed, the sensual waves of her release hit Y/N. The release was slow and long, and one of the most satisfying ones she'd ever had. Harry's touch stayed on her skin, helping her ride out her high.
When he finally backed away, Y/N was still breathing heavily from what she had just experienced. Wide eyed, she observed how he licked his lips before he looked up at her. She could've come again from the sight of that alone.
"D'you want some water?" Harry suddenly asked, getting up from the couch and walking over to your kitchen. She followed him with her eyes, mouth agape as he went through her kitchen cabinets until he stumbled upon two glasses and filled them with water. As he returned to the couch, he raised a brow, indicating that he was still waiting on an answer.
"Uhm, yes, thank you." Y/N stumbled as he handed her the glass. She took a few sips, scanning him while she drank. He was so casual all of a sudden, leaning back against the couch with his legs spread like that... there was something cocky about it and Y/N wasn't sure if she wanted to roll her eyes at it or jump his bones.
Possibly both, at the same time.
Y/N put her glass down and slowly crawled over to Harry, who sniffed a laugh at her wobbly movements on the way too squishy couch. She hoped it would at least come off as cute, now that her attempt at being sexy had been trampled by her own furniture.
As the laughter from both parties died down, Y/N took it upon herself to slowly start kissing Harry's neck. Her heartbeat rose when she felt him shifting in his seat, a pained sigh escaping his throat. Meticulously, she dragged her hand down his chest until it reached his pants, and she began unbuckling his belt.
She was surprised when she felt his hand pull hers away, and stopped her actions to see what was going on. When she saw his clenched jaw, she frowned.
"Are you okay?"
"You don't have to do that angel." He said, tilting his head a bit. She slowly shook her head.
"Oh, alright." She said, and felt a pang in her chest at the idea that she could've done something wrong. Harry took both of her hands, cupping his over them.
"Iâd like to save it for next time." He suggested, the slight raise of his brow adding a certain playfulness to his reply. The hint of a smile on his face filled her with a warm feeling, and she quickly found herself nodding at what Harry had said.
âPlus, I have to get my beauty rest⊠Iâve got a long day tomorrow. I teach this private self-defense class, clientâs got me working till late.â He joked, eyes beaming when a giggle fell from her lips. Y/N took her bottom lip between her teeth, stomach fluttering as she took in the painfully beautiful, funny, charismatic man in frontâor well, under her.
âReally? Is she any good?â She teased back, brows raising in surprise when Harry nodded.
âDifficult to teach tho.â He responded.
âWhyâs that?â Y/N questioned, genuine curiosity dripping from her tone. Harry took his eyes off her and shamelessly lowered his gaze to her body as his hands, that had dug into her waist, slowly began to trail down to her ass.
ââS just so hard to concentrateâŠâ He said lowly, and she felt her core heating up again at the sole sound of Harryâs voice. Her cheeks flushed alike at what he was implying, and she felt like an animal with the way her body reacted to him.
Y/N remained as quiet as she could, savoring Harryâs touch on her bare skin. She would have closed her eyes, had she not been too mesmerized by her face to do so.
Nerves swirled in her stomach as she watched Harryâs stare trail upwards again, only to stop at her lips. Gradually, he leaned forward, closing the gap between the twoâs mouths. Y/N couldnât help the sigh that escaped her when Harry put his lips on her again, and much like the touch of his hands on her, she relished in the way his tongue circled around hers, and she was surprised at how well their bodies captured the connection that she had been unable to explain in words.
It was safe to say that Y/N was disappointed when at last Harry pulled away, but she couldnât be mad at him, not with that face of his.
Her eyes widened when he got up all of a sudden, hands still holding up her thighs in the few moments before she wrapped them tightly around him in response to the sudden movement. He sniffed a laugh, which Y/N was only able to hear because her arms were locked around Harryâs neck and her face was only a few centimeters away from his. The urge to smile almost prevailed over her shock.
Harryâs hands let go of Y/Nâs thighs, and she lowered her legs in response, putting her feet on the ground again and removing herself from his touch completely.
As they walked towards the front door, Y/N found herself to be a bit gloomy. She didnât want him to leave, he was so fun to be around. He made her not worry, which was a miracle because Y/N always worried. And she knew sheâd go back to worrying and overthinking the second sheâd be alone again, so the prospect of Harry going away was not the most fun. She had to remind herself that sheâd see him tomorrow, though.
Y/N opened the door, waiting as Harry put on his coat. When he finally had, he turned to her one last time.
âSleep tight, angel.â He said, and with that, walked right out the door. Y/N croaked out a weak âbyeâ, but she was pretty sure sheâd heard the elevator ding by then.
It took her a minute to recover physically before turning off her lights in the living room and floating towards her bathroom, where she smiled like an idiot all the way through brushing her teeth.
It wasnât until her head hit the pillow that what she dreaded came along again: that tiresome worry. Thoughts and scenarios filled her head as she lied in bed, watching the ceiling as if it would grant her answers, or peace.
It was as if, with Harry, nothing else truly mattered. Not necessarily in the corny, dramatic way, but rather in the sense that it felt like the outside world wasnât that much of a factor in Y/Nâs decisions, nor did she have the feeling that it should be whenever she was around him. But when he was gone, it would all start to matter again and suddenly she found herself doubting whether dating Harry would even be a good idea.
What would her parents think? What would Sophie think? Would she be viewed as less professional by her co-workers for dating her trainer? Would it impact Harryâs reputationâ
She stopped herself. Probably not, considering Harry was a man.
It was with a frown that Y/N eventually dozed off into a deep slumber. Not even in her dreams she was safe from the anxiety that plagued her, a nightmare about being fired stirring her awake at around four in the morning. She was more exhausted when she woke up than when she went to bed.
But despite all of it, her body still buzzed in anticipation of tonightâs classâŠ
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Parings â Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings â insecurities, fluff, angst
Summary â Seven minutes in heaven, what could happen?
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Parties had never been your scene. The loud music, the dim lighting, and the sea of unfamiliar faces always made you feel out of place. But when Betty insisted, practically dragging you along with MJ, you found yourself reluctantly agreeing. Betty and MJ were your best friends, and as much as you didn't enjoy parties, you hated the idea of being left out more.
The moment you stepped into the crowded living room, you stuck close to MJ, your safety net. You shared a knowing look, silently agreeing to stick together for the night. But that plan quickly fell apart when Betty spotted Ned across the room. With a playful wink, she ditched you two in favor of her boyfriend, leaving you and MJ to fend for yourselves.
Thatâs when the trouble began.
You didnât know how, but before you knew it, you were dragged into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. The circle of players quickly formed: you, MJ, Betty, Ned, Flash, Cindy, Abe, Tiny, Jason, and Peter. The moment you saw Peter, your heart skipped a beat. You had a crush on him for as long as you could remember, but he had liked Liz back in sophomore year. Now that Liz was gone, you didnât know if he was interested in anyone else. You hoped, silently and fervently, that the bottle would point to him.
It was your turn. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and spun the bottle. It whirled around, the tension in the room thick as everyone watched. The bottle slowed, and your heart pounded in your chest as it pointed directly at Peter.
Your excitement was short-lived, though. Peterâs face was expressionless, almost cold, as he got up. He didnât seem excited at all. In fact, he looked like heâd rather be anywhere but here. A lump formed in your throat, but you forced yourself to keep calm. Maybe he was just as nervous as you were.
The two of you were ushered into a small, cramped closet. Flash and Jason slammed the door shut with a loud laugh, locking you both in. The dim light from the overhead bulb cast shadows on the walls, making the small space feel even smaller. Peter stood as far away from you as possible, his hands shoved into his pockets.
You tried to swallow your disappointment, but your insecurities were already creeping in, whispering that he didn't want to be here with you. You cleared your throat, trying to break the awkward silence. âUm, hey.â
âHi,â he replied, his voice flat.
You shifted uncomfortably, your nerves getting the better of you. âW-we donât have to do anything. You donât have to kiss me if you donât want to. Iâm sure youâd rather be in here with someone else. We can just stay where we are.â Your voice trailed off, growing quieter with each word.
Peterâs expression softened slightly, and he finally met your gaze. âItâs nothing to do with you. Iâm sorry I seemed rude. Iâm just really stressed out lately, and parties arenât really my thing. I only came because of Ned.â
A small smile tugged at your lips. âMe too. Betty practically dragged me here.â
He chuckled softly, the sound easing some of the tension between you. âSeems like we have something in common.â
For some reason, his words gave you a burst of courage. Maybe it was the small space or the fact that you were alone with him, but you suddenly felt braver. âHey, Peter, I⊠um, I wanted to tell you something for a while.â You swallowed hard, nerves bubbling up again. âI-I really like you. And itâs okay if you donât feel the same. You donât really know me, so I get it.â
Peter blinked, clearly stunned by your confession. His expression was unreadable, and your heart sank a little. But then, to your surprise, he spoke. âYeah, I donât really know you⊠but maybe Iâd like to. Maybe we could go on a date sometime? Get to know each other? And if it goes well⊠who knows.... maybe we could start dating.â
Peter had never dated anyone or even gone on a date, so he was hopeful. You like him, so maybe it will be good.
âYes! I-I mean, yeah, sure,â you replied, trying to sound casual despite the excitement bubbling inside you.
A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. âHey, we still have two minutes. Do you want to⊠maybe⊠kiss?â
You felt your cheeks heat up, but you nodded. âYeah.â Your voice was just a whisper.
The kiss was soft, tentative, and a little awkward, but it was sweet in its own way. It was both of your first kisses. Neither of you were experienced, but you both tried, and by the time you leaned in again for a second kiss, it felt a little more natural, a little more right.
Suddenly, the door was yanked open, and Flashâs voice rang out. âYo, Parkerâs kissing Y/n!â He sounded half-amazed, half-amused. Ned cheered loudly, and you pulled away from Peter, your face burning with embarrassment. Peter glared at Flash, clearly annoyed.
MJ gave you a thumbs up from across the room, her smirk evident even in the dim light.
âShut up, Flash. Leave us alone,â Peter snapped, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the closet. Without another word, he led you upstairs, away from the chaos of the party.
Peter guided you to a quiet room at the far end of the hall, away from the noise and the teasing. He closed the door behind you and turned to face you, a soft smile on his lips. âSorry about Flash. Heâs an idiot.â
You giggled, still a little flustered from the kiss. âItâs okay. Iâm just glad we got out of there.â
He hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer to you, his eyes meeting yours. "So, about that date⊠h-how about tomorrow? Maybe we can go to the movies or grab some coffee?" His voice was hopeful, a bit nervous.
You smiled, your own nerves finally settling. âIâd like that.â
Peterâs smile grew, and for the first time that night, he seemed genuinely happy. âMe too.â
As the two of you stood there, you felt something shift. The awkwardness of the game downstairs was replaced with something newâsomething exciting. You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips.
Peter caught your gaze, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside that small room didn't exist. He leaned down slowly, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one more sure, more confident. It was sweet and gentle.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling, a little breathless but incredibly happy. "We should probably get back downstairs before they start making stuff up," you said, though you made no move to leave.
"Yeah," Peter replied, his voice soft, "let's go."
As you left the party that night, walking side by side with Peter, you couldnât help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful.
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hate when you're reminded of something stressful right before bed and it's stuck on ur mind. like i can't do anything about that right now please let me sleep
#I still owe $6k to my shit stain of a university but I'm trying to get my housing charge waived because of all the bs#and health code violations ive dealt with#I'm abt to threaten a lawsuit for sure#mold issues that never get dealt with#maintenance requests that are never completed#lack of AC in 90 degree weather#paper thin walls that make it impossible to block out the sound of ur neighbors#and my first semester my neighbors had their tv up against the shared wall and played their tv all day and all night#had to play yt videos at night to block it out but if i woke up at 2 am i wouldnt be able to go to bed bc of the soubd#sound#so id have to queue up another video#over and over again#and despite my calls to the RA on duty nothing was ever done#also for some reason i heard every loud noise from every apartment in the vicinity directly above me#despite me living on the highest floor. like i genuinely thought ppl were hanging out on the ceiling#but bc of my autism and the nonstop onslaught of noises i genuinely was losing my mind#and i began to hate going back to my apartment#i talked to someone and she was like well u live in the apartment u have to pay for it!#like girl these apartments are forsaken by g*d#if he were real#nothing works. stains everywhere. residue on the floor and counter tops that wont scrub off. broken lights#my sink cabinet was like. stained brown and orange lmfao like it looked disgusting idk#constant water dmg bc these complexes were built in the 60s and not updated since#and theyre incredibly expensive despite living in a sketchy town in indiana#awful#college is a scam#ugh
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âi would never lie to you.â
{toge inumaki x f!reader}
summary: inumakiâs always coming home to you from missions coughing up mass amounts of blood and completely overdoing it while fighting curses with his cursed speech technique. and no matter how many times you tell him to be careful, he just doesnât, arguing with him, giving him the cold shoulder, and completely unaware of the reason behind why he fights so hard when heâs out thereâ that reason being of course⊠because of you.
warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, toge and reader have a lil argument but itâs more the aftermath, slight sexual mention but itâs literally once and nothing LOL, no smut!, toge thinks heâs not doing enough SNIFFF, angst with comfort, toge is DEVOTED to you, aged up characters, pet names, afab!reader.
word count: 2.3k
authors note: short n sweet one!! wanted to give you guys a break from my MLA format essays i always make yâall read LMFAOOO!! this one is SHO SOFT AHHHH :] i hope this keeps you guys fed in the meantime while i write the next one! i love you and i love you all ALWAYS MWAAHH <33
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toge inumaki hates it when you donât talk to him.
as if he doesnât do that enough already, toge absolutely despises when you both get into arguments or heated discussions and you turn a cold shoulder to himâ needing space to unwind and prevent yourself from lashing out even more, to let the situation simmer down.
he understands it. believe him he doesâ youâre upset and angry and you need time to cool off⊠but toge is stubborn and needy and just doesnât care, needing you and only you, him going absolutely crazy at the silence in your shared apartment that he was starting to hear random ringing in his ear drums.
so as he sat on the couch, eyes unblinking as they stared off into the darkness of the living room as the sun had already began to set, you upstairs locked awayâ he wanted nothing more than to open his mouth and let his cursed speech force you to come downstairs and talk to him.
but he didnât, though the thought was definitely tempting, as toge vowed the day that he laid eyes on you to never ever use his cursed technique on you, even if it was harmless, an oath he wanted to carry with him until his very death bed and until he was six feet under.
his ears perked up then at the quiet sounds of the upstairs room door knob twisting and clicking open, soft padded footsteps making their way down the hall and closer to where he was, feet sticking against the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.
at the sight of you with your hair a little disheveled, your eyes so red and puffy, and an arm wrapped around yourself as you rummaged through the fridge looking for fuck knows what and not sparing a single glance at himâ toge felt like a fifty pound gutting weight was resting on his chest and crushing his heart.
you had both argued about something you always seemed to circle back to almost every week. but this time, you were sick and tired and fed up, seeing as toge was never going to try and understand the situation at hand through your worried eyes.
every time toge was out for a mission, you would spend your days anxiously throwing yourself over the couch or trying to keep yourself busy with random activities like baking or scrapbooking (which you deemed later meaningless), all within the sole purpose of trying to get your mind off of your boyfriend and the recklessness he always seemed to pull while on missions, regardless of how much you begged and pleaded with him to be more careful and aware of his health.
toge inumaki had such a powerful and lethal cursed technique that frightened and astonished you all at the same time, a conflicting feeling to have when he had to leave you in the middle of the night or during the early hours of the morning to run around and fight curses⊠but always coming home to you warm and loving and safe.
but not right now.
not when toge had literally come home this morning with not even two steps in the door and he was already on his knees, coughing up strings and loads of crimson blood, it pooling on the floor as he had used his cursed speech to the highest degree today and had you a crying mess thinking he was dying.
and he always did that. always. today was just the worst of them all, him without a fault coming home with excruciating pain in his bruised and clawed up throat, the cough syrup medicine he usually downed like water having absolutely no effect anymore as you scrambled around every time trying to find a solution, toge brushing off your distressed and frightened rambling as if his health wasnât a big deal, and as if how much it affected you wasnât a big deal either.
upon you closing the fridge, toge slowly stood from the couch and carefully walked over to you, his throat still in pieces but his mind lurching and guilty over how upset you were at him.
he slowly raised a gentle hand and placed it on your shoulder, you shaking your head somberly in responseâ your back to him.
âi donât wanna talk right now toge iâm sorryâŠâ you mumbled, rubbing over your tired sore eyes.
he squeezed your shoulder, insisting.
but you only shook your head again.
toge huffed and placed both hands on your shoulders this time, physically turning you around to face himâ his eyes soft and his eyebrows pinched together in pure concern for you.
you peeked up reluctantly, but the sight of his face and the events from earlier flashing through your mind only made your bottom lip wobble and the bottom of your palms shoot up to dig into your eyes, more stinging tears flooding in and slipping through the corners of your closed lids.
his heart fucking broke.
âwhy donât you care toge?â you hiccuped. âi worry myself sick every time you leave for a mission andâ and thatâs fine because itâs what you do but you never take care of yourself!â
he gently pried your shaking hands away from your eyes and wiped your tears softly with his thumbs, caressing your cheeks afterâ wishing so badly, more than anything in this fucking world, to just be able to speak to you like a normal human being instead of resorting to words scrambled on a piece of paper or text messages on a screen.
he gently placed a little timid peck to your nose before releasing your face and fumbling around in his pockets for his phone, tapping it awake once he retrieved it and opening his notes app to write out a sentence.
he flipped and faced the screen towards you, the brightness making you squint a bit.
âi do care i swear. i just always forget when iâm in the middle of it and iâm sorry baby.â
âso you keep forgetting after what feels like the fifteenth time iâve told you?â you wiped more tears from your cheeks. âhowâ how do you think it makes me feel when you come home and youâre coughing up blood all over your clothes and the furniture huh? all over me?â
he sighed softly through his nose and went to type again, but you continued.
âi get scared toge that one day youâll push yourself way too far and then you just wonât come home. you scare me when you cough up so much blood like that!ââ
toge tugged you in then with his unoccupied hand and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your head in and stuffing your face against his chestâ the scent of his freshly washed t-shirt filling your nose as you cried softly.
fuck he felt like such a douche.
he typed for a moment behind your head, a pit in his stomach that only grew in size the longer he heard your little sniffles.
toge pulled back a bit, his arms still keeping you in place but just enough so that he could lower his phone and show you his message.
âplease please donât cry. iâm really sorry okay i really am and honest to god this wonât happen again.â
you nodded meekly and he flipped his phone back, quickly typing again and showing you once he finished.
âi feel like you think i donât care but thatâs not true at all. part of the reason why i try so hard when i work is because the more curses i fuck up the safer youâll be when youâre out there without me.â
you laughed a bit at his wording, and he beamed at that, typing.
âi love you pretty girl. and im sorry i always get blood everywhere.â
âoh i donât care about the mess baby, i care about youu,â you whined lightly and wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in tight.
âand i love you too, a lot⊠like an embarrassing amount that strips away my dignity.â
he chuckled boyishly and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his body stuttering slightly as a single thought grazed his mindâ the same thought thatâs been in the crevices of his brain since he asked you to be his.
you felt his tension and pulled back.
âwhat?â
toge bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at you, his weight shifting as he contemplated telling you something he didnât want to burden or upset you with, the pad of his thumb softly rubbing over your chubby cheek.
you quirked an eyebrow. âwhat? are you cheating on me?â
he burst out laughing and shook his head, kissing your forehead before dropping his hand from your cheek and pulling out his phone again.
he typed for a minute then showed you.
âme not being able to speak to you like a normal boyfriend should or respond to you whenever makes me freaking useless. so i push myself out there to keep you safe because thatâs literally the least i can do for you, since i canât even do the bare minimum.â
you gasped softly. âtoge huh? this isââ
he shook his head once more and you stopped as he typed again.
âi always try to make you laugh with the things that i do or whenever i text you because iâm afraid that one day youâll get tired of me not being able to talk to you and youâll leave. which is also something i would never blame you for and understand.â
your heart squeezed in the worst excruciatingly way possible, completely baffled and mortified to the fact that toge was thinking about things like this and wholeheartedly believing it without you noticing or him saying anything to you about it.
he typed again.
âthatâs why i cosplay as gojo when i leave for missions and come back a dumbass with blood in my mouth. thatâs why i forget when you tell me to be careful because the need to be something for you is way fucking greater.â
âtogeee!â you sobbed, bursting out crying like a little baby as you were moved and haunted by his words simultaneously, your arms engulfing him as he desperately shot his hands out and quickly wiped your tears again, shaking his head frantically as if pleading with you not to cry.
âhow could you ever believe that?â you nudged him away and hiccuped, your eyes serious. âwhy havenât you told me about this? everything you just said is literally propaganda.â
he chuckled, but you could tell he wasnât convinced.
âtoge, why do you think iâve been with you for so long? do you think iâm just dicking around?â
âdicking around on my dick?â
you swatted his phone away. âno! not right now.â
you both shared a small giggle, twinkling eyes looking at each other.
âif i felt like you werenât doing even the bare minimum, i wouldâve been gone before you had the chance to put this ring onââ
his gaze drifted down to the black shiny heart promise ring on your ring finger that you held up for him, and he smiled softly.
âbaby what you do for me everyday is above and beyond the bare minimum. iâm happy. iâm so happy to be with you that you not doing enough has never crossed my mind and it never will.â
you slid your arms around his neck and pulled him down a little, gently. âiâve never cared about your ability to speak. i fell in love with you, who you are, and the fact that i did without you having to iterate words to me? olympic sport.â
toge rolled his eyes playfully at your comment, and you stood on your tippy toes and kissed the tip of his pretty nose then. âall men do when they talk is lie anywaysâŠâ you tilted your head. âbut i know youâll never lie to me.â
ânever.â he mouthed silently.
he bundled you up in his arms and lifted you like you were nothing, him carefully leaning in and pressing his lips to yours as if you were a fragile little thingâ kissing you so devotedly, warmly, his forehead resting against yours once he pulled apart after greedily getting his daily fix of you.
âi know your job as a jujutsu sorcerer pays the bills and comes with you putting yourself in difficult situations⊠and my job doesnât even compare, but please donât overdo it for my sake. i want you to come home, okay?â
you know itâs selfish⊠he should be saving lives no matter the cost.
but he was your man. was it so bad to just want to keep him for the rest of your days? to get the chance to grow old with him, and buy a little quiet house on the country side like you always joked about in the late hours of the night with him? drinking cool glasses of lemonade on the porch?
âplease donât always be the hero.â you whispered guiltily. âbut if you must⊠just keep me in mind while you do it.â
youâre always on his mind. he hopes you know that.
toge breathed softly through his nose and smoothly set you back down, the pads of your feet making contact with the icy tile flooring as his hands dragged up from around your waist to the sides of your head, him pushing a hard kiss to your cheek as if to seal your request.
âdo you promise?â you mumbled.
he pulled back and held his little pinky out for you, and you giggled, linking yours with his firmly.
âyou canât go back on it okay? you used your pinky itâs legally binding!â you warned, a silly smile on your face. âdonât lie to me and break it.â
toge grinned and leaned towards you as he bent down a bitâ your gaze locking with his as he looked at you at eye level with his hands on his knees, him mouthing his next words, slowly.
words that made your cheeks buzz a cutesy pink, words that he took seriously, and words that tied you to him and the little house by the countryside he wanted so badly with you, as those words solidified how much he truly truly loved youâ him hoping you always knew.
âi would never lie to you.â he mouthed.
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The Albatross
summary: Originally an unlikely match, you give birth to Aegonâs first child and his entire world changes.
pairing: Aegon x Strong!Reader
word count: 767
warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, brief mention of blood, guilt.
note: âAlbatrossâ is used metaphorically as a psychological burden dealing with shame or guilt! (and shout out to Taylor Swift)
Aegon wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate your hair and your eyes. Your thick eyelashes, the freckles that dusted your cheeks, the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. Despite wanting to hate you in your entirety, he found himself physically incapable of doing so. As a young boy he refused to admit it, even going so far as to tease you for your features â but he thought you were beautiful. If anything, you couldâve resembled his mother more than a Targaryen.
It wasnât your features that were wrong, but who you inherited them from; you and your brotherâs served as living, breathing reminders of Rhaenyraâs infidelity.
Alicent Hightower had been sure to remind him and his siblings that you and your brothers were a product of their older sister's infidelity. An embarrassment to the family. An insult to the crown, to the realm. Abominations. Bastards.
Screams of pain shook the walls of the Red Keep.
âI canât do this anymore, Aegon! Please make it stop, it hurts!â you rasped, clawing at the blood-soaked bedsheets. It had been almost 24 hours since your labors had begun. To everyone's surprise, Aegon had yet to leave your side.
âWeâre almost there, my love. Youâre doing a great job,â your husband encouraged as he placed a chaste kiss to your sweat-drenched forehead, which you only returned with a death glare.
âI cannot take it anymore! Just get it out! Cut it out if you have to!â
One of your handmaids tried to dab at your forehead with a cloth, but you gripped her hand forcefully.
Aegon gave her a sympathetic look as he got her out of your grasp, locking his fingers with yours.
âYou know we canât do that, my love. I will not risk losing you.â
You winced as your midwife slid a finger around the base of your opening. All day long you had been violated against your will. Childbirth was not only painful, but humiliating. For Aegonâs sake, you silently prayed the babe was a boy. You werenât sure if you would be willing to go through this again.
âI can feel the head, your grace. Just a few more big pushes for me and the babe will be here.â
You groaned loudly, your teeth grinding together as another contraction wracked your frame. Pain radiated down your spine and into your groin. You felt like you were being ripped apart at the seams. Being eaten by Sunfyre seemed to be a more pleasant fate than this.
âYou hear that? Youâre almost done. Youâre doing so good.â
You squeezed onto Aegonâs hand as hard as you could, pushing with all the strength in your body. The harder you pushed, the sooner it would be over. You needed it to be over. With a final push, your vision began to blur and your mind went blank.
Before you knew it, loud cries pulled you back to Earth, and cooâs from your handmaidens filled the room. You laid back with a sigh of relief.
Finally.
The handmaids quickly handed the babe to Aegon so you could get cleaned up.
âA girl,â she stated proudly, âand she looks just like you, my queen.â
âLike me?â You shot up.
âLay back your grace, you need to relax,â she scolded you.
Throughout your pregnancy there was a fear in the back of your mind, that if the babe inherited your features that Aegon would be disappointed. Turns out, you couldnât have been more wrong.
âYes,â he chuckled, tears swelling in his eyes, âlike you. She is absolutely beautiful.â
He placed the baby in your arms, smiling down at the two of you.
A wave of guilt had crashed over Aegon at the sight of his newborn daughter. As well as your initial reaction to her looks. Thinking about the torment you endured for those same features in a world full of violet eyes and snow-white hair. How could he have been so cruel to you for something so fickle?
He couldnât help but think about Ser Harwin Strong. And the fact that he probably shared the same thoughts as him the first time he laid eyes on you as a babe. This baby was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the thought of anyone making her believe anything else made his blood boil. He would simply not allow it. Anyone who even dare whisper a word regarding your daughters features would lose their tongue for it.
Although the responsibility of sitting the Iron Throne loomed heavy over Aegonâs head it wasnât until this very moment that he had true reason to be motivated to rule: his new family
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The Weight of Choices
Pairing: Ex-husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ only. Smut. Unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight dom! Bucky. A little angst.
Summary: Torn between his instinct to protect his family and his desire to be a part of their lives, Bucky tries to deal with the reality of his ex-wife going on a date while he stays home caring for their son.
Word Count: About 8.9k.
He was late. If Y/n didnât know better, sheâd think he was doing it on purpose. Bucky had agreed to watch their son tonight so she could go on a date, the third one since their divorce two years ago. The last couple of times, sheâd managed to find a friend to babysit, but Saturday nights were always tough. So in the end, she had no choice but to come clean and ask Bucky.
She could still hear his voice from that awkward phone call, his tone edged with surprise when sheâd told him she had plans.
âA date?â he repeated, the edge of disbelief hard to miss.
"Yeah," sheâd replied casually, but Buckyâs silence lingered longer than usual. He hated texting, so phone calls had become their norm, even for the smallest of things.
âWith who?â His attempt to sound nonchalant fell flat, the tension threading through every word.
âChris,â she said, keeping her tone light, âYou know, the music teacher at the kindergarten where I work? Blonde, easy smile... we walked past him once when he was out with his dog, Dodger.â
Bucky scoffed, the bitterness in his voice unmistakable. âI knew it. I knew he had a thing for you.â
She rolled her eyes, exasperated. âOh, please.â
âEvery time Iâd drop by the kindergarten, heâd just⊠linger. His eyes followed you the whole time like he couldnât look away. People donât stare like that unless theyâre thinking something. And the way heâd smile, all soft and attentive, he was trying too hard to be just a âfriendly co-worker.â His voice had dropped a notch, irritation creeping in.
âAre you serious?â she shot back, incredulous. But Bucky wasnât done.
âHow longâs this been going on?â The question came out more like an accusation.
âItâs our first date. You know I only recently started dating again,â she replied, her patience wearing thin.
He paused, clearly unsatisfied. âSo what, heâs just been waiting for his chance, ready to pounce-â
âIâm going to stop you right there, James,â she interrupted, her tone firm. âYouâre not entitled to know anything about my love life the moment you decided you wanted the divorce.â
There was an uncomfortable silence on the line. She could hear him breathing, the tension stretching between them, until finally, he sighed.
âYouâre right,â he admitted quietly. âIâm sorry, that was out of line. Iâll take care of Benjamin on Saturday night.â
The recall of the conversation was interrupted by Ben, who wanted to show her what he did with his Legos.
Bucky had been sitting in front of the house for half an hour now. Sometimes, like tonight, he regretted what heâd done, but deep down, he knew it had been necessary. After the terrifying incident when Hydra agents attempted to kidnap their son, hoping to test if any of the serumâs powers had been passed down genetically, he realized that his past would eventually catch up with them. He had to make sure they were safe, even if it meant tearing apart everything theyâd built.
He knew she wouldnât understand if he told her the truth. If he had laid out his fears and his guilt and spiraled into a self-deprecating parade like he always did, she would have fought him and convinced him to stay. So he waited.
He knew the only way to make her believe it, was to weave in just enough truth to his argument, so, slowly he began pulling away, setting the stage for what would be his ultimate break. Late nights, distant conversations, an almost non-existent sexual life and missed moments with their son, all led to this. He needed her to see that the life they had wasnât something he could carry anymore.
When the moment came, he didnât hesitate. He told her he felt suffocated by their life together. That the roles of husband and father were more than he could bear after everything he had been through. She didnât believe him at first, and he could see the determination in her eyes, the will to fight for what they had.
So, he played the card he knew would make her stop fighting him. He spoke of the years heâd spent as a puppet, how he had never truly known freedom, never had control over his life. He appreciated everything she had done for him, all the love and support she had given, but it wasnât enough. He needed air, space to figure out who he was beyond the roles he had been forced into. He made it sound like staying with her, staying in the family theyâd built, was just another form of captivity.
It crushed her. Bucky could see the moment her resistance faded. She believed him, not because she wanted to, but because he made it seem so real. So she stood there, heartbroken, but unable to argue against the logic heâd presented.
The first months after the divorce were hard on both parts. For her, that time was the hardest, filled with sleepless nights and the nagging feeling that Bucky had simply abandoned her, walked away from their life, their love, without a second thought. She wrestled with the confusion and the heartbreak, trying to piece together where things had gone wrong. For Bucky, it was a different kind of suffering. He bore the weight of his decision in silence, knowing he had walked away to protect them, but that didnât ease the sting of loneliness or the guilt that gnawed at him.
Their lives moved on separately. They saw each other only in passing, and even that was rare. Bucky would pick up Benjamin directly from daycare once a week, dropping him off the next morning before heading back to his life, careful to avoid lingering long enough for awkward conversations. Sometimes he didnât make it at all, missing his time with his son when missions pulled him away. Immersing himself in his work was easier than facing what he had left behind, the family he still wanted but couldnât allow himself to have. Meanwhile, she did her best to create some normalcy for Benjamin, even as the space Bucky left behind echoed through their small home.
Even though their lives had drifted apart, Bucky never truly let go. He kept his distance, but never far enough to lose sight of them. Unbeknownst to her, he knew everything that went on in the household, the daily rhythms of their life, the way she struggled and adapted to her new normal without him. From the shadows, Bucky lurked unnoticed in the neighborhood, always keeping an eye on them. She never noticed, never had a clue that even when he was away on missions, he somehow knew when Benjamin caught a cold or when she had a rough day at work.
It was a secret vigil that gave him a twisted sense of comfort, knowing they were safe even if they no longer shared the same home. He would catch fleeting glimpses of her tucking their son into bed or hear his faint laughter playing in the yard. It was enough to remind him of what heâd lost, but not enough to bring him back to the life he believed he couldnât have.
That was why Bucky was caught off guard when she mentioned her date with that guy, the music teacher. He never saw that coming. He had always known the man had a soft spot for her, could see it in the way he acted whenever she was around, how he lingered a little longer during pick-ups at the kindergarten, helping to manage the children even if it wasnât his job, always with an excuse to retain her and talk. His body language was an open book. But back then, Bucky had dismissed him as harmless, barely giving him a second thought. To him, Chris had always been like a friendly Labrador: approachable, with no bite. A non-threat.
But now, that harmless Labrador had grown fangs. The guy wasnât just hanging around the edges anymore; he was stepping in, taking her to dinner, moving into a space Bucky had once occupied. And he had no choice but to suck it up and watch it happen, watch her walk out the door with him. He could handle the distance, the brief moments of tension when they had to interact, but this? The idea of Chris sitting across from her at a candlelit table, making her laugh, holding her gaze... it twisted his guts.
And God knows what else would happen after dinner. Would Chris try to kiss her goodnight? Would she let him? Or worse, would they end up back at his place? His mind ran wild with the possibility of them taking things further, crossing a line he never wanted to imagine. Would she let him touch her in ways Bucky used to, let him see sides of her only he had known? He knew he had no right to feel this way, but it didnât stop the thoughts from torturing him.
Eventually, he glanced at the clock and sighed, raking a hand through his hair. There was no point in torturing himself any further, he couldnât postpone the inevitable any longer.
Reaching the front porch, Bucky hesitated for a moment. He straightened his posture adjusting his clothes, then knocked on the door. As he waited, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to shake off the tension.
When the door finally swung open, for a split second, neither of them spoke. Her eyes widened just a little, her lips parting as she took him in. It had been a long time since sheâd seen him. His hair had grown back to shoulder length, a few strands falling loose across his forehead. A three-day stubble sharpened his jawline, in a way that made him look rugged and effortlessly handsome. And was he wearing that shirt? The red and black lumberjack one that used to drive her wild?
Bucky caught her reaction and hit him like a shot of adrenaline. When he exited the bathroom that night and picked what to wear, he told himself it was just practical, something comfortable to wear while watching and playing with Ben. The cologne? Just a habit. But deep down, a part of him knew the truth: he wanted her to notice, and that split-second when her eyes widened, scanning him from head to toe, told him everything. She noticed. She definitely noticed. And something about that felt like a victory, even though he wasnât supposed to be playing that game anymore.
He stared at her longer than necessary, his blue gaze drifting over the black dress she wore. New, he realized. It hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating her curves in a way that was impossible to ignore. The hemline? Too short for his liking. He clenched his jaw slightly, knowing full well Chris would be thrilled to see her like this.
Forcing himself to snap out of it, Bucky cleared his throat and broke the silence. âHey,â he said, his voice low and calm, though the tension still simmered beneath the surface. âYou look... good.â He meant it, but the words tasted bitter.
"Thanks," she said, her tone polite but distant, deliberately choosing not to compliment him back. She lingered for a moment, then added, âYouâre late.â
Bucky flinched inwardly at the remark, though he kept his expression neutral. "Traffic," he muttered, stepping inside as she moved aside to let him in. An awkward silence settled between them, the air thick with things left unsaid.
Her fingers toyed with the edge of her dress as she cleared her throat, trying to fill the silence. âBen is in the bathroom,â she said, her voice casual, but there was a tension beneath it. âYou can wait for him in the living room.â
âRight,â Bucky replied, nodding stiffly. He walked past her and into the living room, the space feeling both familiar and foreign at the same time. He took a seat, trying to shake off the strange energy between them, but his mind kept wandering back to the fact that she was dressed for someone else.
A moment later, the doorbell rang, and she turned toward the sound, visibly relieved. She opened the door, and Bucky heard Chrisâs voice, a cheerful greeting that she surely responded to with a soft, warm smile. Bucky didnât need to see it, her tone was different with him, softer, more open.
âHey,â Chris said, his voice bright, though there was a subtle shift when he paused. There was a beat of silence before he added, âYou look amazing.â
Bucky couldnât help it. Something pulled him from the couch, and before he knew it, he was standing in the hall, watching the interaction from a few feet away. His eyes narrowed as he observed Chris, sizing him up instinctively. Chris was taller than he remembered, clean-cut in a casual but neat button-down shirt, his easy smile faltering just a fraction when his eyes darted past her, catching sight of Bucky standing there.
Chrisâs brows furrowed, but he quickly masked his reaction, giving Bucky a curt nod. âUh, hey,â he greeted awkwardly, glancing between them.
It was her turn to narrow her eyes. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw him. Bucky stood at the edge of the hallway, staring directly at Chris, his expression unreadable. His eyes locked onto the man without blinking. He wasnât moving, wasnât saying anything, just staring.
Inwardly, she rolled her eyes. Really? A display of male dominance, here and now? After everything heâd put her through, the mess heâd made of their lives, he suddenly decided he had the right to act territorial? What exactly did he think he was entitled to? The nerve of it sent a wave of irritation through her, tightening her grip on her coat.
But what frustrated her even more -what really troubled her- was that a part of her didnât mind. Beneath her annoyance, something stirred, deep and undeniable, lurking just beneath the surface. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but his presence still had a hold on her. Maybe it didnât bother her as much as she wanted to believe. Maybe, despite everything, there was still a part of her that reacted to him, to the way he watched her, the way he used to make her feel like the center of his world.
Before those feelings could rise any further, before she could let herself dwell on what they meant, she quickly turned back to Chris. She forced a bright smile, pushing away the conflicted thoughts swirling in her mind.
âWe should get going,â she said, her voice light, pretending not to notice the tension still hanging in the air. She stepped closer to Chris, signaling it was time to leave, hoping to put some distance between her and the weight of Buckyâs gaze.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Bucky stood frozen in place for a moment, the tension that had gripped him not easing, even with their absence. The quiet of the house felt heavier now, pressing down on him. His chest tightened as he stared at the closed door, half-expecting her to walk back in. Of course, she didnât.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he replayed the scene in his head: her standing there, beautiful and confident, and Chris⊠that guy was so normal, so easygoing. Exactly what she deserved. Exactly what Bucky could never be. He raked a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling to the surface. What was he even doing? He had no right, he was the one who walked away. He was the one who made her believe she wasnât enough to keep him, that he wanted out. And now, here he was, silently raging because she was moving on, exactly like he supposedly wanted.
Stupid. That was the only word he could come up with to describe how he felt. Stupid for showing up looking the way he did, stupid for thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could still affect her. But what for? His job was to protect her and their son from the shadows, not to stand in the doorway, playing the part of some jealous lover. But God, it hurt more than he expected.
He crossed the living room, his steps heavy against the floor, and slumped into the couch. The house was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of the TV in the background. Ben was still in the bathroom, probably playing with the liquid soap and making a mess, unaware of the tangled web of emotions his father was caught in.
The hours slipped by, though Bucky barely noticed at first. Benjamin was beyond excited to have his dad all to himself for the evening. They played, joked, and built elaborate lego fortresses, the boyâs laughter filling the house with a warmth Bucky hadnât realized he missed so much. For a little while, he was able to shove everything else to the back of his mind. Being a dad, just a dad, felt like a relief. But every now and then, his gaze would drift to the clock on the wall. He couldnât help it. As much as he tried to stay in the moment with his son, there was a lingering pull, a constant, nagging thought of where she was.
After heâd put Ben to bed, Buckyâs mind wandered back to the date. The image of her in that black dress haunted him, the way Chris had looked at her, the possibility of what might have happened after dinner. His thoughts spiraled, even though he knew it was none of his business anymore. He poured himself a scotch, the amber liquid swirling in his glass as he tried -and failed- to push the thoughts aside.
Eventually, the sound of the front door opening cut through the quiet. The familiar click of her shoes against the entryway tile echoed through the house, sharp and distinct. She was home.
Bucky didnât move. He stayed where he was, seated at the old teakwood table, nursing his scotch. The only light on in the house was the dim glow above the kitchen, so sheâd find him.
The sound of her footsteps grew closer, and he listened intently, his heart beating just a little faster despite his best efforts to keep calm.
She entered the kitchen, her steps a little less steady than usual, mumbling a soft âHiâ as she made her way inside. Bucky glanced up, immediately sensing that she was a little tipsy. She didnât meet his eyes, just plopped down in the chair next to him with a tired sigh. âGod, my feet are killing me,â she muttered, kicking off her heels and wincing.
For a while, the silence stretched between them, broken only by the distant hum of the fridge. She sighed absentmindedly, then reached for his glass of scotch, taking a sip without asking. He was taken aback by the casual intimacy of the gesture, but he said nothing, just watched her as she leaned back in her chair.
Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out. âWant me to rub your feet?â He froze. He couldnât believe heâd said it, half-expecting her to snap at him or give him one of her sharp retorts.
But instead, she surprised him. She looked over at him, her eyes tired but soft, and then shrugged. âYeah...â she said, her voice a little more relaxed than he expected.
Bucky blinked, caught off guard by her response. His heart thudded against his ribcage as he moved toward her, kneeling down in front of her chair. His fingers hovered hesitantly over her ankle before gently wrapping around it, lifting her foot onto his knee.
As he began to knead his thumbs into her sore muscles, the tension that had been brewing in him all night seemed to ease, just a little. Her head lolled back against the chair, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
He couldnât believe he was doing this, touching her again in this way, after everything. He shouldnât, but she didnât seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to relax more as the seconds passed, letting her guard down in a way that felt dangerously familiar.
âSo... how was the date?â Buckyâs voice was quiet, almost too casual as he broke the silence.
Her eyes fluttered open at the question, and for a moment, he thought she might brush him off or remind him that it wasnât his business. But instead, she gave a small shrug, her tone indifferent. âIt was fine.â
Bucky frowned slightly, pressing his thumbs a little harder into the arch of her foot. He wasnât sure if it was frustration or something else pushing his hands. âFine?â he echoed, trying to keep his voice even.
âYeah,â she murmured, closing her eyes. Her voice was soft, almost distracted. âJust... fine.â
He wasnât satisfied with that. He couldnât help himself, he pressed, his tone still light but with a thread of tension beneath it. âOnly... fine?â
She sighed, her eyes still closed as if trying to keep the conversation from getting deeper. âWhat do you want me to say, Bucky?â Her voice wasnât sharp, but there was a subtle edge in her words. âThat it was amazing? That he swept me off my feet? Some dirty little details?â
Buckyâs fingers stilled for a moment, resting against her foot as he met her gaze. He didnât respond right away, unsure if he even wanted to hear the truth, whatever it might be. âI donât know,â he admitted quietly, his voice a little more vulnerable than he intended.
âIt was just fine, nothing more, nothing lessâ
A silence settled between them, but he wasnât ready to let it drop. âAre you going to see each other again outside work?â he ventured, his hands slowly moving up her shin, his touch hesitant but growing bolder. The fact that she didnât push him away emboldened him further. âDid you enjoy yourself?â
Buckyâs hands continued their slow ascent, fingers brushing over her calf and then her knee, his touch firm but careful. When she didnât pull away, he felt his pulse quicken. The silence stretched between them, thick with the weight of things unsaid.
âIn a way,â she finally answered, her voice elusive, a touch distant. She shifted slightly in her chair, subtly parting her thighs as his hands wandered higher. The movement was small, but enough for him to catch it. His breath hitched, and his gaze flicked down to her legs before rising back up to her face, darkening with lust.
"Care to... elaborate?" he pressed again, his voice lower now, rougher. His fingers slid up to her inner thigh, lingering there with a possessive grip as if testing her reaction. Her legs instinctively spread wider beneath his touch, and that simple motion sent a rush of heat through him.
She shifted slightly, as if searching for the right words. "Heâs... nice," she finally said, her voice a bit breathless under his touch. "Heâs thoughtful, considerate, makes me laughâŠâ Her lips twitched in a small smile, but it quickly faded as she looked down at his hand resting on her thigh. âHeâs... good.â
Buckyâs thumb paused, pressing a little harder, as he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a murmur. ââŠAnd?â
She sighed, her eyes opening again to meet his intense gaze. âAnd⊠heâs not you.â
His grip on her thigh tightened involuntarily, his breath catching in his throat. Heâd pushed her away, done everything he could to sever the ties between them, convinced himself it was for her protection. But now, hearing her admit that, it sent his head spinning.
âHeâs not you.â
The room seemed smaller, the air heavier, as the tension between them crackled like electricity. His hand inched higher, dangerously close to where he could feel the heat radiating off her body. Every instinct in him screamed to close the distance, to take what he wanted, to forget everything that had led them to this point. But he forced himself to stop, his gaze locking onto hers, searching her face for any sign that she would tell him to stop.
She didnât. Instead, she held his gaze, her breathing shallow as if waiting to see what he would do next.
Buckyâs grip tightened again. Fuck it. He leaned forward, pressing his face against her other inner thigh, his stubble grazing her skin as he inhaled her scent deeply, a growl rumbling in his chest. She tensed, feeling him nip gently at her sensitive flesh, and then a slow, deliberate lick followed, sending a shiver through her.
"Did he behave, or..." he paused, his tongue teasing the same spot before he looked up at her, his lips brushing her thigh as he continued, "...things got handsy?"
A gasp escaped her when she felt his mouth so dangerously close to where she wanted it most. Her head tilted back just slightly, her body betraying her as desire pooled in her belly. His eyes flicked up, meeting hers, their blue depths darkened with lust, and something more. His lips remained pressed against her skin, refusing to budge until he had his answer.
"You let him touch you?" His voice was a husky whisper, laced with jealousy.
She exhaled slowly, her breath shaky as the memory flickered through her mind. "Yes," she admitted, her voice low, reluctant. "But just briefly, when we kiâ"
Before she could finish, Buckyâs hand shifted, moving up to cup her mound, his fingers pressing firmly against the damp fabric of her underwear. Her words died in her throat, a sharp intake of breath replacing them as his touch ignited a fire that spread through her veins. His hand was deliberate, unapologetic in the way it claimed her, the heel of his palm pressing against her pussy as if he had every right to be there.
"And then?" His question hung in the air, but she couldnât find the words immediately.
Her lips parted as she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to feel something... but I didnât. I just didnât."
Her confession landed between them like a spark to dry wood, setting the tension ablaze. Buckyâs hand remained where it was, but his thumb stroked over the wet fabric, teasing her, testing her resolve as his gaze bore into hers. She had said what he needed to hear, what he craved to know, and now, there was no turning back.
Buckyâs thumb slid the fabric of her underwear aside, his fingers unhesitating as they slipped between her folds, finding her slick with need. He brushed upward, just barely grazing her clit, watching with dark, heavy-lidded eyes as she gasped at the contact. Her body arched involuntarily, but he didnât relent, keeping his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her just enough to drive her crazy but not enough to give her what she craved.
âAndâŠâ his voice was low, rasping against the tension between them, âhow long did it take you to realize youâd had enough? That it wasnât going to work?â
His thumb circled lazily, making her hips shift forward, chasing the friction he barely offered. The question hung in the air, laced with his possessiveness, through every word. He didnât wait for an answer, his fingers delving deeper inside her, coating themselves in her arousal before they moved back up, brushing over her clit again, this time with more pressure.
"One kiss?" His lips curled in a half-smirk as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He dipped his fingers inside her again, slow, dragging them out just as leisurely. "Two?"
She trembled, unable to form a coherent response, the sensation of his touch overwhelming her senses after so long. Her breath hitched as his fingers increased their pace, every stroke purposeful, designed to unravel her. Bucky leaned upward, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he murmured, âHow long, doll?â The way he said it, like a dare, made her heart race even faster.
Her head fell back, her body betraying any attempt at control as she whispered breathlessly, âOneâŠâ
A satisfied growl rumbled from him, his fingers rewarding her honesty with a firmer stroke, sending her spiraling closer to the edge.
It wasnât fair. He had cast her aside, almost without looking back, tearing her world apart with his cold departure. And now here she was, grinding her pussy against his fingers like some desperate, needy whore, begging for more. A part of her wanted to slap him, to shove him away and scream at him for every sleepless night she spent wondering why she wasnât enough, why he had thrown their life away so easily. She wanted to tell him how much she hated him for walking out on them.
But then, there was that traitorous side of her. The part that had never stopped hoping. The part that had always waited, held out some foolish, silent hope that heâd come back. That sheâd see that flicker of warmth in his eyes again, the one that told her she was his entire world. And it wasnât just her heart that longed for him, her body had missed him, too. She hated herself for it. For still thinking about him late at night when she touched herself, fingers slipping between her thighs as his name slipped from her lips in the darkness.
And that same traitorous side of her had ruined her date with Chris. Sheâd tried to be present, to laugh, to be charmed by his warm smile and thoughtful gestures. But all night, all she could think about was Bucky.
The way heâd looked at him, cold and assessing, as if he didnât belong there, his presence filling the hallway like he still had some claim to it, to her. What was he trying to prove, anyway? That he was still the man of the house?
She hated how, even while Chris was talking, her mind drifted back to the feeling of Buckyâs fingers tracing his stupid shirt, her memory filling in the rough, familiar feel of his hands on her skin. And she knew, even if she couldnât admit it aloud, that some part of her had wanted him to see her dressed up, to feel in some small way the longing and ache sheâd carried in his absence.
And maybe thatâs why sheâd felt nothing when Chris had leaned in for a kiss, why his gentle smile and soft touches had felt hollow. Even his laugh, light and kind, hadnât stirred her because it wasn't Buckyâs rough, rumbling chuckle or his stupidly confident grin. Bucky, in all his infuriating ways, still occupied every corner of her mind.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his fingers worked her closer to the edge. She wanted to be angry, to let that rage consume her, but every time she opened her mouth to say something hurtful, to lash out at him, her body betrayed her. Every roll of her hips against his hand, every needy whimper that slipped from her throat, reminded her of just how much she had missed this.
It wasnât fair. But she couldnât stop.
With a light pinch on her swollen clit, the tension snapped, and she came hard on his fingers. Her mouth fell open, a moan escaping as her body convulsed, riding the wave of pleasure that coursed through her. The world blurred around her as her climax took over, her hips grinding against his hand, chasing every last second of the release.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, a mix of the overwhelming pleasure and the emotional storm swirling inside her. A few finally escaped, rolling silently down her cheeks, but before she could turn away, Bucky was there, his lips brushing them away with surprising tenderness. His breath ghosted over her skin as he whispered soft, comforting words she could barely make out, something about how beautiful she was, how good she had been for him, as if they hadnât been tangled up in all this pain and heartache.
His touch was almost reverent as he slowly withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening from her release. Their gazes met, and he didnât break eye contact as he brought those same fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate, agonizing slowness. He stood up in one fluid motion, effortlessly lifting her from the chair by the waist as if she weighed nothing, and in a swift, controlled movement, he placed her on top of the table, positioning himself between her legs.
Before she could even process it, his arms were around her, pulling her into a bear hug that was both tight and needy. His face buried itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin as he inhaled deeply, taking her in.
He held her as if letting go was not an option, his grip firm yet strangely vulnerable. The way he clung to her felt like both a claim and an apology, urgent -almost broken- like he was holding onto her not just physically, but emotionally, too.
âTell me you donât want this, and Iâll leave,â he murmured against her skin, his voice rough and low, the words vibrating against her neck. He didnât dare look at her, not yet, because if he did, if he saw doubt or rejection in her eyes, it would break him.
Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Each second felt like an eternity. His breath was uneven, ragged, as he waited for her to say something, anything. Another moment passed, tension coiling tighter in his chest until he couldnât stand it anymore. He lifted his head, his gaze searching hers, bracing himself for the worst. But instead of the words that would send him away, he saw her eyes flicker downward to his lips. It was brief, a split-second decision, but it was enough.
So he leaned in, cautiously at first, like he was testing the waters after years of distance. His lips brushed against hers softly, almost hesitant, as if afraid this fragile moment would break apart. But the second she responded, it was like a dam broke. His hands cradled her face, deepening the kiss with desperation. It was messy, all-consuming, there was no gentleness, no tenderness. This was not the careful, delicate dance of two people testing the waters. This was hunger, a ravenous need to reclaim what had been lost. His lips moved down to her jaw, her neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, and she moaned softly, her fingers tightening in his hair as he sucked on the sensitive skin below her ear.
His hands gripped her waist, strong and possessive, pulling her closer until her body was flush against his. The need to feel her, to claim her, was overwhelming. It was like two years of silence, longing, and frustration had ignited in an instant, everything that had been pushed down now surging forward, unstoppable.
âIâll ask you again, babydoll. Are you sure you want this?â Buckyâs voice was thick with restraint, the tension in his muscles barely contained as he hovered over her, his breath hot against her neck. He was giving her one last chance to stop this, to pull away, even though every fiber of his being was screaming for her. But instead of words, her answer was a quiet, deliberate motion. Her hand slid between them, deftly unbuttoning his jeans, her fingers brushing against the outline of his erection.
A low growl escaped him, and his hand shot down to catch her wrist, halting her movements. His gaze met hers, dark and intense, his chest heaving with barely restrained desire. âI need you to say it,â he murmured, voice rough, on the edge of control.
âYes,â she whispered.
That was all he needed.
Without hesitation, he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion, not bothering with the buttons, his muscles flexing as the fabric slid off. The moment his skin was free, he didnât give himself time to think. His eyes locked on hers as he grabbed the neckline of her dress. With a sharp tug, the fabric tore easily under his grip, the sound of it ripping filling the air. The dress fell to her waist, exposing her bare breasts to his gaze.
âHey! It was brand new, you know?â she protested.
âI noticed,â he replied, his fingers grazing the tattered edge of her dress. âBut you didnât buy it to wear it for me, did you?â His voice dropped, thick with jealousy as he alluded to her date with Chris. He dipped his head, his lips hovering just above her exposed skin, his breath warm against her chest. âI donât want it on youâ. He latched his lips onto her nipple, his tongue swirling with a hungry need, while his vibranium fingers pinched and teased her other breast. His breath was hot against her chest as he whispered between kisses, âYou have no idea how much Iâve missed this... missed you.â His words came out rough, full of longing that he couldnât hold back any longer. âEvery night... thinking about touching you again. Tasting you. Making you come over my cock.â
Her body responded, arching into him. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, afraid that maybe Ben could hear her, but it slipped out anyway.
His hands moved to her thighs, gripping them firmly as he let out a low growl. âI thought about this, over and over... how youâd feel under me, how youâd sound when I made you scream my name again.â His voice was thick, hoarse, as he tugged at her dress, tearing the fabric completely until it was nothing but rags on the floor. He didnât stop there, his thumbs slipping under the waistband of her flimsy panties. With a swift tug, the seams gave way, tearing effortlessly in his hands. He brought the soaked cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply, groaning as if the scent alone was enough to drive him insane. âGod, Iâve missed this,â he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. He flicked his tongue against the ruined cloth, savoring the taste with a low, hungry growl.
Without warning, he tossed the panties aside. His hands moved quickly, unbuttoning what remained of his jeans and kicking off his shoes before sliding the denim and underwear down in one fluid motion. They hit the floor with a soft thud as he stepped toward her. âTell me how much you missed me,â he demanded softly.
She stared at him, drinking him in. He looked leaner, his body sculpted in sharp lines of muscle. Heâd lost weight, surely by going mission after mission mixed with his poor eating habits. He was never good at taking care of himself. She almost missed the small paunch he used to have these last years, the one he hated, but sheâd loved to bite. There was something comforting about that softness, but now he was the embodiment of raw strength.
Her gaze drifted lower, lingering on the sight of his cock, standing at full attention. She swallowed. Apparently, her memories failed to measure up to reality. He was big, sure, sheâd always known that, but this big? Her core tightened with need, clenching in raw anticipation.
"I missed you,â she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, laced with longing as her eyes lifted to meet his. âSo much⊠you have no idea. God, youâve ruined me.â
Her words shattered whatever restraint he had left. Heâd imagined, countless times, that if this moment ever came, heâd take his time, savor her, and make it last. But now, faced with her beneath him, so close and so ready, patience was a luxury he no longer possessed.
Without a second thought, he gripped her thighs and spread her wide on the table, lining himself up as he dragged the head of his cock along her entrance, coating himself in her slick heat. In a swift, desperate thrust, he drove into her, hard and deep, filling her completely as a ragged groan escaped his lips.
She cried out, her body responding immediately, arching into him as he slammed into her again. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, and his own moved in a relentless rhythm, every thrust driving him deeper. He couldnât stop. Her moans spurred him on, her words circling in his head like a drug.
âRuined you, huh?â His breath was ragged as he pulled almost all the way out, teasing her with the loss, before slamming back in. âLet me remind you how much.â With a raw hunger that had been bottled up far too long, Bucky's thrusts became brutal, each one driving her back along the table, her nails scraping against the wood as he took her over and over. The grip on her hips was iron-hard, pinning her down so she could do nothing but take everything he gave her. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. âThink anyone else could ever do this?â he murmured, his voice dark and rough, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. His lips ghosted along her jaw, and he pushed her to answer, knowing the effect he was having on her. âTell me,â he demanded softly âCould anyone else make you feel like this?â He wanted her to say it, to make her admit that no one else would ever satisfy her the way he could.
She whimpered, clutching at his shoulders as he pounded into her, her nails digging into his skin as he pushed her higher and higher. âNo⊠no one else.â Her words were broken, barely audible over her moans, but it was all he needed to hear.
âThatâs rightâ he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough, âNo one else gets to touch you like this,â he breathed, each word laced with raw possession as he thrust deeper. âOnly me,â he rasped. âOnly I get to make you feel this way.â
He growled, one hand leaving her hip to slide between them, his fingers pressing down on her clit in quick, merciless circles. âThis is mine,â he hissed, metal fingers working just enough to bring her close before pulling away, only to return just as she thought she couldnât take any more.
She cried out, her body writhing beneath him as he drove her to the edge. His pace never faltered, his hips grinding against hers with a relentless rhythm, and his grip on her only tightened as she arched off the table, his name spilling from her lips like a prayer.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice thick with lust and something darker, something possessive. His hands slid down the back of her thighs, pushing her legs up against her torso as he plunged deeper, she could barely breathe every time he bottomed out. The way he hit her, the pressure at her cervix, sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through her, each one making her mewl helplessly. Her thighs shook against his chest, her hands desperately clutching at his forearms, fingers digging into his skin.
He leaned in closer again, his face inches from hers, his lips brushing her ears as he growled, âTell me youâre mine.â
"Iâm yours⊠fuck, Bucky!" she complied, her voice breaking between her panting breaths.
"Again," he ordered, his hips slamming into hers, the table creaking under the force of his movements. He could feel her walls clenching around him, so tight, so wet, he almost lost control then and there.
âIâm yours,â she whimpered again, her voice shaky, breathless.
âChris will be so disappointed to hear thatâ he growled. âLetâs make sure you stay ruined, just in case.â He was relentless now, fucking her hard, deep, his body pressing hers further into the table as he pushed her thighs harder against her body giving him even better access, hitting that sensitive spot that left her gasping, his grip and the relentless pace leaving no room for anything but the sensation of him filling her completely, over and over.
She whimpered in response, too overwhelmed to speak, her entire body tensing as the pleasure became almost unbearable. His thumb moved between them again pressing against her clit, rubbing circles that sent sparks of heat shooting through her. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as her orgasm built rapidly, her body teetering on the edge.
âMilk my cock.â he ordered, his voice harsh, primal. His words pushed her over the edge and then she was gone, her body shivering violently as she clenched around him, her thighs tightening around him as her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of his name fell from her lips, half-whisper, half-cry as the climax gripped her, intense and all-consuming, leaving her a trembling, breathless mess.
âIâm gonna fill you up,â he growled through gritted teeth, his hips snapping into hers with bruising force. âAnd then some more,â he rasped, his voice thick with raw need. âYou wonât even be able to keep it all in, babydoll.â
With a final thrust, Buckyâs head fell back, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he reached his climax. His body trembled, muscles tensing as he spilled himself inside her, a heated wave of release filling her completely. He held her there, his cock kept pulsing until his release overflowed, warm and thick, beginning to trickle down, pooling beneath them.
Still buried inside her, Bucky loosened his grip on her thighs, hands sliding down to cradle her waist as he leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against her shoulder. He nuzzled into the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent, grounding himself as the heat of their union slowly ebbed, replaced by a quiet intimacy that neither of them seemed prepared for.
After a moment, he gently eased himself away, untangling their bodies but letting his hands linger at her hips, as though afraid to lose the connection. He took a step back, his gaze dropping for a moment before lifting to meet hers, hoping sheâd break the silence but she didnât look at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
Buckyâs chest tightened, a familiar pang surfacing as he watched her withdraw inward, her mind elsewhere despite the intimacy theyâd just shared. Finally, she spoke, her voice low, tentative. âSo⊠what now, Bucky?â
He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. âI donât⊠I didnât plan for this to happen,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he forced himself to hold her gaze. âI know I shouldnât have done this. Not afterâŠâ He hesitated, but the truth slipped out anyway. âNot after what I put you through.â
Her eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding her expression, old wounds resurfacing. âThen why did you put me through this, Bucky?â she asked, her voice soft but laced with pain. âYou said you couldnât do this. That you needed space, that we were holding you back.â Her words hung heavy in the air, each one a quiet accusation tinged with vulnerability. âAnd now, youâre here, acting likeâŠâ Her voice dropped to a whisper. ââŠacting like you never left.â
He hesitated, knowing this was his chance to finally tell her the truth or let her keep believing the lie heâd used to protect them. He rubbed a hand over his face, then lowered it, meeting her gaze with raw honesty. âI didnât leave because I didnât want you,â he murmured, his voice trembling. âI left because I was afraid that my past... everything I tried to bury might come back to hurt you. Hurt him.â His voice softened. âI thought if you believed I didnât want this life, it would keep you safe.â
He glanced down, his hand twitching at his side before he looked up again, his voice hushed but resolute. "But⊠I want to come back,â he admitted, the words raw, like theyâd been buried deep for too long. âTo the house. To you, and Benjamin.â
A chill lingered in the air, and she wrapped her arms around herself, gaze flicking over their scattered clothes still strewn across the kitchen floor. She looked away, her shoulders tense as she rubbed her temples. "So, whatâs changed, Bucky? The risks are still there, the same threats, the same fears..."
Buckyâs gaze didnât waver, his hand reaching out as though to touch her, but he stopped short, fingers brushing the edge of the table instead. "Whatâs different is me. Iâve had time to face what I couldnât before. Stepping aside didnât keep you safer; it just kept me away. I donât want Ben growing up with a dad who keeps him and his mom at armâs length. Almost a stranger.â His voice softened, the vulnerability seeping through. âBeing apart from you doesnât make things better. I miss you, doll. I miss us.â
âYou canât just leave and come back like nothing happened, Bucky.â Her voice was softer this time, almost breaking. âI wanted you here⊠every day, every night. Not just for me, but for Benjamin.â Her voice trembled with raw vulnerability.
He took a step closer, his hand hovering near hers, unsure if sheâd pull away. âI know, and I hate that I ever thought leaving was the answer.â His tone was low, his gaze steady on her.
She looked down, her throat bobbing as she swallowed, emotions tightening her expression. âIf you come back, I need to know youâre here to stay,â she whispered, the words more for herself than for him. âBecause I donât think I can go through this again⊠and I wonât let him either.â Her voice cracked on the last word, her hands gripping the table harder as if to keep herself grounded.
Her words shattered the last remnants of his restraint. Without another thought, Bucky dropped to his knees in front of her, the hard tile digging into him as he pressed his forehead against her thigh. She sucked in a breath, her hand instinctively moving to his hair, fingers trembling as they brushed against him. He could feel her hesitation, the walls sheâd built so carefully to guard herself from the ache heâd left behind.
âSay yes,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with the vulnerability he could no longer hide. âSay yes, doll. I know I donât deserve it.â His hands gripped her hips, anchoring him as if she were the only thing keeping him steady. âBut I swear,â His voice cracked, raw and pleading. âI swear, Iâll never walk away again. Not from you, not from Benjamin.â
She looked down, a mix of shock and pain written on her face as she saw him there, broken, open, begging her for something sheâd once offered so freely. Her hand gently settled on his cheek, and he leaned into the warmth of her touch, feeling the softness of her fingers against the rough stubble of his jaw. The ache in her eyes nearly undid him, but he stayed there, his forehead still pressed to her thigh, his breath heavy, waiting.
Her eyes searched his, and slowly, her resolve began to waver, the smallest flicker of trust finding its way back into her gaze. "Then prove it," she whispered, barely trusting herself as her hand lingered against his cheek, the warmth of her palm seeping into him. "Show me youâre here to stay."
After her words hung in the air, a fragile silence between them, Buckyâs gaze dropped. He swallowed, his hand reaching for something inside the scattered clothes on the floor.
From his back pocket, he drew out a small, well-worn leather charm, a little star-shaped pendant, its edges smoothened from years of handling. She recognized it immediately. It was something sheâd passed on to him when he left for his first mission after they married, a symbol she hoped would keep him safe. She thought it had been lost long ago, like so many pieces of them.
He held it out to her, and the look on his face was raw, vulnerable in a way she hadnât seen since the early days. âI never stopped carrying this,â he murmured, his voice rough and thick. âEven when I tried to convince myself I was doing the right thing by staying away. I couldnât let go of youâŠof us. I kept it close, hoping⊠hoping someday I could come back and give it back to you. I know it doesnât make up for the time I lost, butâŠâ His voice faltered, the sincerity there unmistakable.
She stared at the pendant, her hand shaking slightly as she reached out, fingers grazing the familiar leather. All the memories it held, the late-night goodbyes, the whispered promises, the hope sheâd once tied to it, all of it rushed back, filling the space between them.
She looked down at him, seeing in his eyes the weight of the years, the regrets, but also the glimmer of the man sheâd fallen in love with.
Taking a shaky breath, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. âThis⊠this was supposed to keep you safe, Bucky. Keep us safe.â
âAnd it did,â he replied softly, his hand covering hers over the charm. âIt kept you here.â He paused, his voice barely a murmur. âAnd maybe now⊠it can bring me back home.â
The last of her defenses wavered, and she felt herself letting go of the anger, the hurt, all the pieces that had kept them apart. âMaybe⊠maybe it was always meant to guide you back here,â she said softly, her eyes meeting his with a warmth he hadnât seen in years. âSo if youâre really here to stay⊠then welcome home, Bucky.â
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don't look in the mirror | S.R.
seeking comfort in those you hold close, except there's a right way and a wrong way to do it
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst (i think?) w/ mature themes (18+ mdni) content warnings: seeking comfort in sex, avoidance, mental health issues, spencer has those info dumps on lock, shame, self deprecation, reader hates her job (me too), blood as a metaphor, crying word count: 1.85k a/n: this is such an important topic and i'm so thankful for you asking me to write this!!!! i know this is a premise i've seen before, so i tried to make mine different. (im actually really proud of how this one turned out)
âBaby,â Spencer whispered in your ear, turning his head to the side as you left small, slow kisses on the exposed skin of his neck.
You hummed but refused to detach your lips from his soft skin, tugging gently at his shirt so that you could make your way down to his collarbone. He smelled like sunshine and the jet, an admittedly odd combo that did nothing to stop your movements down the column of his throat. His neck vibrated with sound, but none of his words registered, it all went in one ear and out the other.
His hand gently settled on the small of your back and you took a deep breath before you began pulling at the knot of his tie, âY/N,â he muttered in a warning.
Your head snapped up at his tone, disappointed that you didnât find the same want in his eyes that you knew was blazing in your own irises. Synapses in your brain were firing at lightning speed, and your heart was beating so quickly that it was like it was trying to keep up. âI missed you,â you whispered to him, allowing your eyes to flitter across his face.
Spencer settled his hands on your hips, firmly grabbing them in exactly the way you wanted, but instead of pulling you closer to him, he stilled their rotation.
Your heart stuttered.
âWhat happened?â He asked you tentatively, using the pads of his thumbs to rub soothing circles on your hips, trying to keep you from moving while giving you comfort. Despite the way you were sitting in his lap, Spencer still felt worlds away from you â if he was on Earth, you were in a different galaxy.Â
Hesitantly, your lips parted, and you took a deep breath before shutting your mouth again, deciding you had nothing to say. While heâd been away, nothing significant had happened, everything in your life had trudged on exactly the way it always did. You went to work at the same job youâve had since you got out of college with a boss who most certainly had it out for you, and you came home to an empty apartment with your phone volume all the way up, waiting for your boyfriend to call you. You really were pathetic, but you didnât voice those concerns, instead, you answered, âNothing happened,â the half-truth easily slid from your mouth. âCanât I just have missed my boyfriend and want to spend quality time with him?â
Spencer hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head back as his hair moved with him, âStop, Y/N,â he said.
Without even realizing it, your hands had drifted down to his chest, and your hands were absentmindedly fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, âI didnâtâŠâ you started to say, but your words faltered when you noticed the way he was looking at you. You looked over your shoulder, making sure that the rest of the world was still there as you tried to climb off of Spencerâs lap. âLet me go,â you insisted, hating how small your voice sounded as you pushed against him to no avail.
âI canât let you go, not right now,â he told you, steadying his resolve as he watched you. You were staring at your hands like they were covered in blood, red-covered palms as you watched, horrified at the idea of them developing a mind of their own. It wasnât as if your hands had suddenly become sentient entities, your heart and your brain were working against each other, fighting a silent, internal war. âPick a spot for your hands, and just leave them there,â he whispered to you.
Your hands tremored as you settled them on either one of Spencerâs shoulders, âYou donât find me attractive anymore,â you mumbled, struggling to find the strength to enunciate your thoughts.
Spencer sighed, âWhy donât we take a minute, okay?â Delicately, he moved one hand from its station on your hip and moved it to cup your cheek, holding your face as if it were made of fine china. âWhat happened while I was gone, honey?â
His hand was wet on your face, or rather, your face was wet from tears that had started to trickle from your tear ducts. You furrowed your brows in frustration, âWhy do you assume that something happened? Nothing happened while you were gone, why canât you just let that be the answer?â
âBecause itâs not the answer,â he insisted, dropping his hand back to your hip, continuing to stop you from getting up and moving away from him.
You scoffed, âIs it not the answer, or is it just not the answer youâre looking for, Spencer?â
âItâs not the answer, and Iâm looking for the answer. You can tell me anything,â he urged, resuming his soothing movements over your hip.
As you watched his expression morph into a slight panic, you realized he was beginning to think something happened to you. With what he did for work, it was always in the back of his mind, you being in danger of being hurt by other people but what he rarely considered was the idea of you being a danger to yourself. âNothing happened, okay? Absolutely nothing happened to me while you were gone and everything in the world stayed exactly the fucking same. I went to work every day and I came home and sat around while I waited for you to call, I waited for you to come home and now you wonât even touch me.â
Your tears kept coming, leaving saline stains on his gray shirt as your head spun and his movements stopped. âWork was bad?â He asked softly, using his fingertips to wipe beneath your eyes. He knew about your issues at work, he had been encouraging you to leave the job for months, but you were convinced that a promotion was coming. âYou shouldn't have to be miserable every time you go to work.â
âNot everyone gets to be hand-picked for a top job at twenty-one. Some people have to work shitty jobs to make ends meet,â you snapped at him, nostrils flaring angrily.
He didnât answer right away, you became hyperaware of the pounding of your heart as you waited for his response. As you waited for him to kick you out. âI told you that Iâd support you if you wanted to go back to school. I meant it, Y/N,â he told you, brown eyes flooded with concern. âYou can leave your job and pursue your dream, thatâs all Iâve ever wanted for you, baby.â Spencer leaned back against the couch cushions, âI canât help you until you help yourself, love.â
Slouching your shoulders, you felt your eyes starting to line with tears again, âIt feels so unfair to have you shoulder more responsibility so that I can go back to school.â
âNo,â he said, âWhatâs not fair is you lying to me and then trying to avoid it with sex. I asked you how your week had been, and you either didnât care to answer me or you have such bad tunnel vision that you didnât even hear me.â He gently chided, giving you time to drown in the blatant concern in his eyes, âand whatâs worse is you never told me it was this bad.â
You averted your eyes, focusing your gaze on the chessboard behind him as you thought about your next move. In one fell swoop, he could checkmate you, completely catch you off guard, and tell you everything that you didnât want to hear. Alternatively, you could sacrifice yourself for his benefit, âI hate my job. My boss is making it impossible for me to make any positive stride, and thatâs on top of him being a misogynistic douche.â You flexed your hands where they remained on Spencerâs shoulders and sighed, âAnd yes, I miss you when youâre gone. Yes, I lied to you about it, but what would you do about it? Leave your big important job because your girlfriend is lonely?â
He craned his head to the side, silently encouraging you to make eye contact with him, âIâd hope that youâd feel comfortable enough to tell me how youâre feeling so that we could work something out â we can talk through this. Itâs a two-way street though, you have to talk to me. I can make an effort to call and text more if you promise me, youâll make an effort to communicate with me.â
Slowly, you started to nod, âI⊠I can do that, but you hate texting,â you reminded him, raising your eyebrows curiously.
âIâll get over it,â he reassured you, studying your features, âYouâre worth it,â he added.
Finally, you pulled your arms back, hugging them around yourself protectively, âIâm sorry,â you murmured, âI donât know why I am⊠the way that I am.â
Spencer took a deep breath before giving you a look that told you he had an inkling, âYouâre unhappy, with me or the world, it doesnât matter, but you think the solution to your displeasure comes in the form of an orgasm and thatâs just not the answer, honey.â
You hiccupped and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself like you could make yourself smaller, âI still donât know why though.â
âYouâre seeking the rush, not necessarily the act of sex itself, you want the dopamine and oxytocin rush that comes with an orgasm. Your brain convinces yourself that itâs what you need because when you get unhappy like this, all you can focus on is how to feel better and fast,â he spoke to you gently â he knew this wasnât what you wanted to hear, but it was what you needed to hear. âItâs brief, and itâs just for that moment, and your brain might even recall how your parasympathetic nervous system shuts down after you come, and your body gets tired. You get a rush of serotonin, and you relax enough to convince yourself that it'll be okay, but you need to find something more permanent. Iâll help you.â
Your arms fell limply at your sides, âDo you think Iâm broken?â
The small smile he gave you was enough of an answer, âNo, in fact, I know youâre not broken.â Tenderly, he reached out and unwound your arms from around your torso, âAnd since I know you wonât stop thinking about it, I do still find you attractive.â Spencer studied your face, âWhere do you want to start?â
âDo you want to help me draft a letter of resignation?â You offered, giving Spencer a shy smile.
He hummed in response, âYeah, in a bit.â Your boyfriend reached his hands out to you, now being the one who pulled you close, âCome here, darling.â
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder and sighing as he wrapped his arms around your torso, âI missed you,â you mumbled, entirely deflating your lungs as you let yourself relax.
Spencer reached up, ruffling your hair with one hand and keeping another on the small of your back as he sighed with you, âI missed you too.â
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kiss with a fist
âyou hit me once, i hit you back, you gave a kick, i gave a slapâ
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pairing: tara carpenter x reader
summary: tara needs a favour from perhaps the person she hates most on earth, but it just ends up drawing the both of you closer together.
warnings: explicit sexual content, fake dating đ€Ż, enemies to lovers, contrived plot because ha ha ha
word count: 4.8k
A/N: kinda had a lot of fun with this one. might do a part two, might just leave it as is, but let me know. inspired by kiss with a fist by florence + the machine (duh), lovely night from la la land, and various other inspirations.
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The moment your front door opened on its hinges, Tara Carpenter was pushing past you and barging straight into your apartment, stepping right over the threshold and checking you with her shoulder. You barely had a chance to process it, before she had wandered down the hall and into your kitchen in a blur.
You rolled your eyes, knowing you were in for an annoying ass conversation and slamming the door shut. âWhat do you want?â You called into your own apartment loud enough for her to hear you in the other room.
âDonât be a prick about it. This is the last place I wanted to go,â she shot back, and you sighed to yourself in your dark hallway before fixing your hair in the mirror and following her inside. There was only about an hour of her bullshit you could put up with and then youâd be saved by the bell anyhow.
âWhatever happened to âhello,â Tara?â You said, crossing your arms and coming in to against the doorframe. She had jumped up onto your counter, legs swinging and fingers gripping the edge of the blue ice glass tiles. In her left hand she picked up the bottle of wine you had left out next to some glasses and began to read the label.
"Lecture me later,â she said, not looking up at you, You were about to reply, or more aptly, tell her to get the hell out of your apartment, but she put the bottle down and narrowed her eyes at you, clearly struggling to say what she was really there for.
âLook, (Y/n), I need your help.â Ah. There it was.
"Hah," you scoffed without hesitation. "No."
She threw up her hands. "I didnât even say what I was asking for.â
âStill, no. Iâm not helping you.â
âCould you just not be an asshat for five minutes and listen to me? Like, is that too hard for you? Are you medically incapable?" She shot back.
"You're sitting on my counter. I didn't bust into your house and start making demands but here you are in mine,â you said.
"I'm asking for a favour," said Tara, raising her voice. "Asking."
"Wasn't much of a question though, was it," you replied. Maybe being a dick back to her would make her leave. She had always been able to dish it but never able to take it, and you wanted to make her. "You said 'I need a favour.' There's no question in that."
"No, I actually said I need your help, now would you shut up and listen?"
You scowled. "Y'know, I'm not really in a helpful mood tonight."
"Like you have something better to do,â Tara scoffed, raising her eyebrows at you.
"And what if I do?"
"Then I'd say you're lying. What, you donât want to help me because youâre watching your stupid show, or reading or something?â she challenged back, getting up off your counter and walking towards you. You straightened up, glaring down at her. She only came up to about your chest, but the short girl still did her best to seem intimidating.
With you she always frustratingly failed to even make the smallest dent, though that probably stemmed from the fact you could pick her up and punt her like a football if you wanted to. On the days she managed to really piss you off, the thought grew more enticing.
"For your information, I was supposed to have a date," you said. Tara blinked at this, looking down from your stupid face. You wore a thick black turtleneck and some pleated black pants that hung stylishly from your waist. The wine made sense now, and Tara felt like an idiot.
âWhatâd you pay them?â she clapped back, covering for the feeling of intense heat rising to her cheeks. This was humiliating. She had come begging for your help of all people- you, and now she had nothing to show for it but the stupid, smug look on your stupid, smug face.
âHa ha,â you said, dryly. âGet out.â
âNo.â
âYes,â you insisted.
"So you're busy thenâŠâ she trailed off.
âYes.â
âNooo,â she groaned, throwing up her hands in frustration.
You weren't sure what it was, maybe the pout of her lip or the shining of her eyes, but you shut your own for a second and let out a sigh. "Why? What's the favour?"
Tara shook her head in a generally amusing display of defeat. "It's whatever. Have fun on your date," she said, heading for the door and trying to brush past you, but you reached your arm across the doorway, stopping her from going.
"No, what's-" you stopped, rolling your eyes upon realising you were about to help Tara Carpenter of all people- "What's the favour, Tara?" Her face instantly lit up with a bright, beaming smile, the exact opposite of what it had been before, and it suddenly occurred to you she had been playing you like a fiddle.
"Oh my god, you're actually helping for once! Did you finally wake up on the right side of the bed?â
"Don't push it," you muttered. "I don't even know what I'm agreeing to, yet."
"See, about that..." she trailed off.
"What.â
âWe have to make Sam really, really mad.â
"What?â
"Yeah..."
You shook your head at her. "Never mind. I'm not helping you anymore."
"What!?"
"You're trying to get me murdered," you said. "I don't have a death wish."
Tara was fully frustrated now, dark eyes fiery and staring up at you in the candle lighting. âYou donât even know what it is youâre doing to make her mad yet!â
âDoesnât matter, if itâs Sam I donât want to do it.â
âIt would be a big help!â Tara said, clasping her hands in front of her like a prayer. You narrowed your eyes at her, more upset her expression and clear desperation was actually working on you, and that you felt compelled to help this idiot with an undoubtedly idiotic plan.
âWhat are you trying to do?â
Tara jumped up and down in excitement, smiling widely in a way you had rarely seen her. âOkay! Okay, so Sam said last month that she didnât want me going to parties and meeting people because she was worried they were murderers.â
âUh huh,â you said.
âBuuut, she said I could go if I had someone always with me. Like, someone with me that she approved of. So I didnât wander off to hook up or drink, which is, yâknow, the actual fun âcollege partyâ stuff.â
âUh huh.â
âThe thing is though, that if I had a âpartner,ââ she raised her fingers to put quotes around it, âthen Sam wouldnât need to worry about me doing that, because sheâd assume Iâd be with them, hanging out, or even if we did go to a party, it would be together. Buddy system style.â
You raised your eyebrows, realising where this was probably going. âUh huh?â
âWhich is where youâd come in. Sam wouldnât trust just anybody, if I told her I was seeing someone. But she would trust someone from our group, who she knows for sure isnât going to murder me. And you- as fucking annoying as you are- are exactly that.â She had a twinkle in her eyes when she explained it to you, and you realised Tara had probably been plotting this- or at least considering it- for a while now, the little devil.
âYou really expect Sam to believe we can tolerate each other?â You asked, squeezing your arms tighter against your chest. âShe knows how much I hate you, and only person I hate more is her.â
âTrust me, Iâve complained about you to her too,â she rolled her eyes. âBut you were literally my only option. Call it a romance of passion. We only âhatedâ other to cover up for our real feelings or whatever. Sam doesnât have to like you but she definitely trusts you.â
âHow romantic,â you wrinkled your nose, disgusted by the suggestion. âWait, why am I your only option? Chad is right there, heâs already in love with you and everything. Heâs like the built-in boyfriend.â
She winced. âSee, I thought about that. But I just know it would probably hurt him, with the hooking up and it not being real. He probably wouldnât feel too great about me âcheatingâ on him.â Tara did the finger quotes around it again and you let out a whistle.
âWow, so you do have a heart.â
She scoffed. âMore than you do. Besides, we only need to pretend to be together until I find someone actually tolerable. After that, youâre free again.â
âI had a date tonight,â you narrowed your eyes at her.
âBut youâre still here talking to me for some reason?â She raised her eyebrows at you. âAnd the way you said âhadâ Iâm thinking you donât anymore.â Tara could be annoyingly perceptive sometimes. She always seemed to zero in on the way you spoke or what you said.
âI wasnât too excited for it anyways,â you grumbled, and Tara laughed, realising she had been correct and being all too pleased with herself. She clasped her hands together.
âWell then. Are you going to help me, or are you going to glare at me some more?â
âThe second one sounds really appealing right now,â you shot back.
âOh, come on. Donât be too proud of an asshole to admit this is a great plan.â
âItâs a terrible plan, and itâs absolutely going to fail when Sam tries to murder me.â
âBut you didnât say no.â
You looked at her for a long minute, contemplating if this was really the path you were going to go down. You let out a sigh, shaking your head. âIâll do it. But youâll sure as hell owe me.â
âYeah yeah,â Tara waved you off, beaming from ear to ear. âGreat! Weâre going on a double date with her and Danny this Friday.â
âWhat?!â Your mouth dropped open.
âYep,â she said, annoyingly skipping down your hallway. âIâll text you the address and time!â she said.
âNow wait a minute-â you called after her, but she had already latched open your door and left, leaving you to watch her go. Fuck, this would end terribly. You sighed again, taking out your phone to cancel your date.
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This was so unbelievably stupid. The longer you stood outside the Italian restaurant, the more you regretted agreeing to help her.
The restaurant was nice at least, with giant marble stones and dark red accents, and you could see through the massive float glass windows that the lighting mostly featured romantic candles and potted floribunda roses against dark wood. It would ironically be the most expensive date you ever had, and you realised that with bitter sentimentality.
Tara was late, like always, and you had begun to pace along the sidewalk, tracing the cracks with the centre of your shoe while you waited for her. It was boring, out on the street, and the more couples that passed you and walked right inside, the more nauseous you felt. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket, thumbing over the cracked display.
She was ten minutes late. You swiped open your text messages, still seeing nothing from her.
are you here yet???
You sent the message hastily, waiting for the typing icon to pop up or even show that she read it, but nothing. Suddenly the screen lit up and your phone started vibrating it, and you almost dropped it in surprise. âFuck,â you cussed quietly, seeing the call incoming screen and Little Shit (do not pick up) appear at the top. You frowned, hitting the green button and accepting the call.
âWhere the hell are you??? I donât know if you noticed but weâre late,â you immediately said into the phone, aware of just how annoyed you sounded.
âRelax,â replied Tara on the other end of the line, and you could hear her eye roll from here. âDanny is a late guy too, Sam gets on him all the time for it.â
âYeah well, Iâm standing outside waiting for your late ass.â You felt someone awkwardly push past you and you winced, spinning around to usher them an apology.
âIâll be there in a minute, I had to pick something up,â she dismissed you. âJust donât let Sam and Danny see you. I told them we were showing up together.â
âWell how the hell am I supposed to do that?â You frowned, looking around. There was a row of bushes off to the side but you were too tall and not at all willing to crouch behind them like an idiot.
âI donât know. Figure. It. Out.â Tara spoke slowly like you were a child and you narrowed your eyes.
âYâknow, Iâm doing you a favour?â
âHa!â Tara exclaimed, and you hissed, pulling your ear away from the phoneâs speaker at the loud noise. âSo you admit, it was a favour!â
âShut up and get your ass over here," you grumbled before hanging up shortly, looking around and wandering down a side alley. It smelled disgusting back there, in the ironic, almost-dark of sunset, and it would've been a lovely night to take a walk on, had it not been for wasting it on Tara of all people.
You pulled out a box of cigarettes from your pocket, fumbling one out and sticking it between your lips. You stuck the box back in your pocket and pulled out your fancy lighter that had your name engraved on the side, thumbing over the lettering for a moment before lighting the cigarette and sticking it between your two fingers.
It felt stupid, to standing there next to the dumpster and watching some rats scurry by, but you let out a huff of smoke, remembering how much Tara had seemed excited for the parties and having fun. You didn't like her very much, nor could you really claim to be much of a saint, but you weren't a monster either.
"What are you doing??" called a voice from the end of the alley, and you spun to see Tara near the line of bushes with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She had her eyes narrowed at the cigarette, looking frustrated.
"Having a smoke. Why, want one?"
She let out a sigh of exasperation, marching straight up to you. "You can't go on a double date with my sister smelling like cigarette smoke. You know she hates that kind of stuff."
"I've smoked with her, before. Her and Mindy," you argued, pulling it from your lips to take a breath in. "I've literally given her cigarettes."
Tara glared at you, taking it from your hand and crushing it under her heel. "Yeah, well, she still hates you, and now that we're allegedly 'dating' it's different. We can't give her any reason not to trust us, and you smoking cigarettes is going to make her think I'm going to start smoking cigarettes."
You shrugged. "If she hates me so much, then she's never gonna let us 'hang out' alone or go to parties anyway."
"No, she-" Tara rolled her eyes. "She hates you, but she sure as hell trusts you. Enough to babysit me."
"Fine. What's with the flowers?" you asked, crossing your arms.
"You got them for me," Tara shrugged. "Pinnacle of romance."
You whistled to be funny, but it was a little bit impressive that she had planned that out. The plan wasn't especially well thought out, but she at least had her moments of surprising intelligence, which you couldn't begrudge her.
"Well then," she frowned. "Let's go, lover." She clutched the flowers in one hand and slid her arm to interlock with yours. You narrowed your eyes but started to walk her in.
"Don't call me that. It's weird," you muttered.
"Get used to it. Tonight we're the happiest couple on planet Earth."
The restaurant was somehow even nicer on the inside than it had been on the outside. Tara gripped your hand, tugging you along with her as she headed towards Sam and Danny's table and followed the waiter, but you were looking a little dumbfounded at the marble columns and Italian frescos painted to the walls and roof.
You made your way back, led into a giant room with a lot of people. Danny sent you a welcoming wave when they saw you; Sam looked like she was about ready to blow a gasket. She stared at you, eyeing you up and down and then lasering in on the bouquet in Tara's hands with a frown.
"Did you tell her your secret partner was me???" you whispered to Tara as you approached.
She smirked evilly. "Nope."
Fucking amazing. "Hey guys!" Danny said, friendly and open. He seemed just thrilled to be there, while Sam seethed right next to him. Tara smiled right at her sister, gesturing for you to sit next to her.
"Sorry we were late," Tara says, a little awkward but trying to seem comfortable. "We were, um..." she looked at you for help.
You blanked, throwing out the first thing you could think of. "Kissing!"
Sam nearly spit out her water, eyes widening at staring at you. Tara whipped to you, jaw slack and you sent her a sorry glance. Improv was not your thing by any means.
"Um," Danny blinked at you. "No worries. You're here now," he said with an awkward smile. His hand went to Sam's, trying to give it a comforting squeeze, but she looked like she wanted to jump over the table and then jump you. She was glowering.
"So," she said, eyes narrowed. "How long has 'this,'" she gestured between you and Tara, "been a thing?" She looked at you intensely, and you looked to Tara, trying to shrug it off. You both laughed, playing the part of the happy couple.
"Oh, a month," you said.
"Two months," Tara said, at the exact same time. Fuck.
You tried not to glare at each other. "Well, which is it?" Sam squinted at her sister, and Tara sent a kick at your leg under the table. Your knee hit the bottom of the table with a painful 'thud,' and it took everything in you to not yell out in pain from your knee cap hitting the wood.
You tried to smile it off. "Tara just said two months, because we went on a few study dates, but it wasn't official until a month ago."
"So two months then," Sam said, crossing her arms on the table.
"I get it," Danny said, nodding. "I'm bad at dates and stuff too," he laughed a bit. "I almost forgot how long Sam and I had been together after our four month anniversary." You nodded, sending him your best grin. Sam didnât look too happy about that either, though.
"Yeah, long day, I guess." Tara said next to you, sending you her best smile, her hand coming up to rub your back. It was weird, having her this close, but you put on your best face, as if she touched you all the time.
"You go to Blackmore too, right?" he asked, and you nodded. "What do you study?"
"I'm in architecture," you replied. Finally, something you could talk about without feeling like you were crossing a minefield. From the corner of your eye, you could still see Sam staring you down with suspicion.
"Oh! That's awesome!" Danny replied, taking a sip of wine from his glass. "I love architecture, it's interesting."
"Mhm," you nodded, looking over at Tara and smirking with just a hint of malicious glee. "I tease her- my degree is actually useful. People don't really like film majors. They usually smell bad."
"Do they?" he asked, genuinely curious, and you turned back, nodding.
"Yeah, it's an unfortunately common stereotype. Film majors are annoying, smelly-," your words were cut off, feeling Tara's nail dig into your back for revenge and trying to stifle a wince. She gave the table a fake giggle.
"Okay, that's enough out of you," she said, and you grinned, cursing her out in your head.
"Why didn't you tell me it was (Y/n), Tara?" Sam asked, leaning forwards and studying you both. She seemed a bit miffed with the whole situation. You sent each other fake smiles, as if you were about to share a secret.
"Well," she said, trying to seem excited. "We just didn't want anyone ruining it, really. It was kind of a secret, and we didn't know what it would turn into. But it's just...it's been so fucking magic."
"Magic. Mhm," you hummed in agreement, looking off into the distance and pulling out the menu. You were just a bit too hungry to keep up with the game for the moment. Seriously? she shot you a glare, and you snapped to attention. "It is genuinely one of the happiest times of my life," you rushed, quickly smiling and then dropping your attention back down to the menu to look at some pasta.
âDoes Chad know?â Sam asked, sitting back and staring at you both. Tara shook her head.
âNot yet. I donât want to hurt him, but really, (Y/n)âs the one for me.â This was also a little bit impressive. Tara seemed to be a far better actor than you were, and Sam just nodded, suspicious but trusting her sisterâs words.
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The moment you walked down the block and out of Sam and Danny's eyesight, your hand dropped from Tara's. The sun was just about setting in the distance, and city traffic was starting to slow down a little.
"Oh. My. God. Her face!" Tara said, laughing. She keeled over, and you smiled a little, remembering Sam's look of disgust, but quiet monitoring of your hand clutching onto Tara's. She looked like a very conservative nun, witnessing a sin being performed in real time. It was a little funny, you had to admit, not that you'd ever be caught laughing along with her.
"Danny seems nice," you said, after you walked a little farther.
Tara nodded. "He's surprisingly not a douchebag. I thought he would be, like you or something, but he's not that bad for Sam."
You scoffed. "I'm not a douchebag."
"You definitely are," Tara said, shaking her head. "One month because it wasn't official? You said we were going on dates before then. That's definitely douchebag behaviour. Sam probably thought that meant you were seeing other people."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh," Tara said, rolling her eyes. "And 'kissing'??? Literally anything would've been better."
"I'm trying to help you, it's either this or nothing," you huffed in annoyance. "I'm not an on-the-spot person."
"Clearly," Tara said, shaking her head in overdramatic emphasis. She stopped suddenly and you jerked backwards, seeing her mess with her shoes.
"You good?" you asked, shoving your hands into your pockets.
"These damn shoes- making me walk home- god dammit," she grumbled, messing with the straps and the buckle on the side. You waited patiently, leaning against a stone wall as you waited for her to finish.
The sky above you had turned a deep purple, small hues of orange and pink in the form of clouds sitting at the edges. It was really something, and you stopped to watch it, whistling. Tara jerked upwards, planting her foot down to stomp her shoe into place.
"What is it?" she asked.
"The sky," you said, and she craned her neck up to watch it with you. "It's just really beautiful tonight."
She hummed for a moment before looking back to you. "It's a shame I'm spending it with you, of all people," Tara snorted. "I'm sure this would be romantic to any other couple."
"It would probably really be something," you said absentmindedly, looking up in thought. "A real waste on you and me though."
"Glad we agree," she said, leading the way. You and her had taken a separate path from Danny and Sam under the guise of getting some ice cream, but neither of you were willing to pay for it. Instead, you had to figure out what you would do with ten extra minutes.
"Do you want to cross?" you asked, gesturing to the other street, she nodded and you walked up, pressing the button. When you turned back to her, her nose was wrinkled.
"What?"
She shrugged. "Nothing. You just hit the button weird."
"What?" you blinked at her. "How can someone 'hit the button weird'?"
"I don't know, but you, like, pushed it weird. With your fingers."
You rolled your eyes. "Do you have a problem with everything I do?"
âYep,â she nodded back. âItâs annoying.â
You guys kept walking in silence for the next block or two, making a square so that you could return to Sam and Taraâs apartment together. The sun had disappeared now and faded into night, and when you turned the corner to split off, she tugged on your arm.
âHey wait, you have to walk me home.â
âWhat?â you raised your eyebrows at her.
Tara shrugged. âYou have to, to make Sam think weâre dating.â
You blinked at her. âBut we live on opposite sides of the city.â
âStill.â
âTara if I walk you home Iâll miss the last train,â you grumbled. âThatâs a long ass walk.â
âCmon, we have to or she wonât believe it.â
You frowned. âYouâre paying for my cab then.â
She sighed. âFine, but come on.â
She tugged you down the long strip by the hand, stopping suddenly, a block from her apartment. âHere wait,â she said, turning to you. âGive me your jacket.â
âWhat?â you raised your eyebrows at her. âWhy would I want to do that?â
âOh just do it, do you have to argue about everything?â
You took it off with a glare, handing it to Tara. She tried to slide it on but it was massive on her, so she bunched up the sleeves. With the flowers in her hand and your jacket, it definitely looked like you two had gone on a date.
She grabbed your hand again, pulling you forwards along the street and smiling brightly in case anyone looked out the window and saw you both. It felt a bit odd to be playing dress up, but it was helping someone out, so you didnât begrudge her on getting you to smile either.
âWait wait wait,â Tara said, stopping abruptly.
You groaned. âNow what.â
She pulled you to the side, near a row of shrubs that sat next to the red brick of her apartment building. âSamâs watching us through the window.â
You turned your head, trying to see for yourself, and there she was, hanging right out the window and watching you with intense suspicion.
"Don't look at her!" Tara snapped at you, whispering with a glare. You rolled your eyes.
"What do you want me to do then, Tara?"
She frowned, biting her lip while she thought. She gave you a grimace. "We need to do, like, a goodnight kiss or something."
You glared at the suggestion. "I think I'd rather die."
"Trust me, I don't want to either," she said, glowering right back at you. "But if we do this now, we won't have to ever again."
You thought for a moment. She'd probably taste disgusting anyways, and then it would just confirm what you already knew- you hated Tara Carpenter. "Fine. Just convincing enough though."
"Okay," she nodded. When neither of you made a move to close the distance, she frowned. "Do like, a countdown or something?"
"A fucking countdown," you repeated. "We're not five."
"Just do it!" she demanded, glaring again.
"Okay, fine, Jesus Christ. Three...," your face moved a bit closer to hers. "Two," you muttered quietly, still leaning in. "One," you said, and then Tara pushed her face onto yours.
It was a chaste kiss, probably sprouting from the fact that neither of you especially wanted to do it. Her lips were softer than you expected them to be and her breath nowhere as near as it would be in your head. You pulled away quickly, and there she was, smiling up at you in the fake way she had been at the restaurant.
"Party next Friday?" she asked. "Now that Sam thinks we're together she won't care if I go. Just pick me up and we can go 'together.' Plus there's a cute kid from my film class who said she would be there."
You nodded. "Whatever."
"Great," she said with similar shortness, and she brushed right past you, heading into her building. You watched her walk off, making sure she got in the door safe. Sam was still looking at you from overhead, even when Tara had gone, and you could see Quinn standing behind her, looking with morbid curiosity.
It had never even crossed your mind to kiss Tara, just because of how annoying her personality was, and you would have rather died than admit it had been nice- that she had been nice for a night. Instead you turned around, walking off. You were sure Sam was still watching you, as you went.
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part two??? it shouldn't be too long before the next one, i had to split this up because it was getting insanely long and there's another half to the story. i didn't want this one to be like 8k words long, i'll just probably have another one that's 4-5k soon.
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Relax For Me
Azriel x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: smut. wing play. masterbation.
Summary: After Azriel comes home from a long mission, his best friend, Y/N, helps him relax.
A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist
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Y/N closed the doors to her balcony and drew the curtains. The sun was only just setting but she wanted an early night, ever since she had woken up that morning she only craved to go back to sleep. Y/N yawned as she shuffled to her bedroom and climbed under the cool covers. She smiled as she did so, basking in the feeling of the cold sheets against her warm skin.Â
The silk pillow was soft beneath her head and Y/N allowed her eyes to close, wanting nothing more than to drift off into that peaceful unconscious state. As she began to feel herself drifting off, there was a quiet knock at her front door. Y/N groaned and pulled the covers closer underneath her chin. If she ignored the noise then it would go away. However, not even a few seconds later, there was another knock and this time it was more urgent.Â
With a sigh, Y/NÂ pulled the covers from her body and shuffled back through her apartment and to the front door. She frowned as she opened it, prepared to yell at whoever it was to leave. But as the door opened and revealed Azriel standing on the other side, all the irritation drained from Y/N.Â
âHi,â Azriel said quietly, offering Y/N a small wave.Â
âAz,â Y/N said, blinking rapidly. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI finished my mission early,â Azriel said. âI thought I would come to see you.â
Y/N stepped to the side and allowed Azriel to step into her apartment. âCome in.â Azriel stepped past her and Y/N closed the door, locking it behind her. âI thought I wouldnât see you for at least another few days. Did the rundown with Rhys go quickly?â Y/N continued as she watched Az slump in a chair in the corner of the room.Â
âI havenât been to Rhys yet,â Azriel admitted. âI came straight here.â
Y/N finally looked at what he was wearing and frowned. He was still wearing clothes covered in dirt and grime, his wings werenât much better as they were too covered in mud and other things Y/N couldnât recognise.Â
âI missed you,â Azriel said, offering Y/N a small lopsided grin.
Y/N couldnât help but smile back, she had always loved that specific smile of Azrielâs. âI missed you too.â Y/N stepped closer to him and took his hand in hers, giving it a small squeeze. âI would hug you but I donât want to get mud on my pyjamas. Do you want me to run you a bath?â
Azriel looked down at Y/Nâs attire. âWere you about to go to sleep?â
Y/N nodded. âI was, until you came knocking on my door. I am not complaining though.Â
Azriel reluctantly let go of Y/Nâs hand. âI should let you get back to sleep. I will just go straight to Rhys.â
âNo, Az,â Y/N said. âYou look like you are about to fall asleep if you stand up. Let me run you a bath and get some clean clothes out for you.â
âI wonât say no if you were to do that,â Azriel said.Â
Y/N smiled. She bent down lightly and kissed his cheek. âIâll even let you use all of my fancy soaps.â
âI must look like Iâm about to drop dead if you are letting me use those. You nearly took my hand off the last time I went to use those,â Azriel jokes.Â
âYou exaggerate,â Y/N replied. âIâll be back in a moment.â
Leaving Azriel in the living room, Y/N entered her bathroom and began to run a bath for Azriel. She placed a brand new bar of her soap in the small dish next to the basin and poured a modest amount of bubbles into it. Azriel would always say that he hated the bubbles but Y/N knew that she loved them. Y/N let the bath fill up and walked out of the bathroom.Â
âThe bath is currently filling up,â Y/N said to Azriel. âYou can get undressed in the bathroom. If you leave your clothes outside, I can get a start on washing them for you.â
âY/N, you donât need to do that,â Azriel said. âI can do it back at my own apartment.â
âAz, I insist,â Y/N replied. âYou look exhausted and all I want to do right now is make sure you have a nice relaxing night. I have some of your clothes here, Iâll leave them just outside of the bathroom.â
Azriel stood from the chair and reached out to Y/N, gently caressing her hand. âWhat would I ever do without you?â
âIâm unsure as we have been friends for centuries and there is not a moment I can think of off the top of my head where I havenât been by your side, of course except when you go on missions,â Y/N said.Â
Azriel rolled his eyes and walked away to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. Y/N let out a small breath before settling down on the couch.Â
***
It wasnât long before Y/N was interrupted from what she was doing by Azriel calling out her name. From the other side of the door she could still hear the sound of him in the water so she was unsure why she was being called.Â
âAz?â Y/N spoke through the door. âWhatâs wrong?â
There was a hesitant pause before Azriel spoke again. âCan you come in here?â
Y/Nâs eyes widened. âWhat?â
âPlease,â Azriel asked. âItâs easier to explain that way. The bubbles are covering everything, donât worry.â
Y/N slowly opened the door and gasped at the sight. The whole side of Azrielâs rib cage was bruised and a small gash was in the centre of it. âAz, what happened?â Y/N rushed over to him.
âIt was just something that happened a couple of days ago, it is healing but quite slowly,â Azriel explained.
âYou must have broken a rib or two,â Y/N examined the injury. âOr three.â
âI know,â Azriel said, sitting up a bit further in the bath. Y/N couldnât help but let her eyes drift slightly but once she realised what she was doing, she snapped them back to Azriel, who luckily didnât notice her brief distraction.Â
âWhat do you need me for?â Y/N asked.
A small blush coated Azrielâs cheeks. âItâs embarrassing to ask now you are here.â
Y/N smiled at him. âGo on, it canât be that bad.â
âI need you to clean my wings,â Azriel replied, his blush deepening. âIâve managed to do the bottom of them but I canât reach the top without this stupid injury causing me pain.â
âOh,â Y/N said, avoiding looking at Azriel directly.Â
âForget it,â Azriel said. âIt was stupid of me to ask.â
âNo, no, itâs not that,â Y/N said, fighting the urge to brush the wet strands of hair away from his forehead. âItâs justâŠyou donât ever let anyone touch your wings.â
âI trust you.â The comment came tumbling out of Azrielâs mouth quickly.
Y/N smiled. âIâm glad.â
Azriel cleared his throat. âYes, well you donât need to do it if you donât wish to. Iâm sure I can manage.â
âI will do it for you, Az,â Y/N said.
Azriel didnât respond, not even when Y/N reached for the small washcloth beside him. He continued to stare straight ahead at the shutters and did not move as Y/N gathered supplies.Â
âLavender or lemon?â Y/N asked.
âWhat?â Azriel asked.
âFor the oil,â Y/N clarified. âLavender or lemon?â
âUm, lavender,â Azriel said.
Y/N smiled softly. âExcellent choice.â
Azriel barely nodded as he fixated his eyes ahead once more. The moment Y/N placed the wash cloth against his wing, Azriel immediately flinched away, splashing water at Y/N in the process.Â
âSorry,â Azriel mumbled.
Y/N placed the washcloth back onto his wing. This time Azriel did not flinch away but he was tense. Y/N continued to wipe away the grime until she threw the washcloth down onto the floor. Y/N could see all of the tension in Azrielâs body. She leant forward between his wings and draped her body on his.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Azriel asked.
âJust relax for me, Azriel,â Y/N whispered into his ear causing Azriel to shudder.Â
âIâm finding it quite difficult,â Azriel replied.Â
âDo you trust me?â Y/N asked.Â
âOf course I do,â Azriel said. âThat's why I asked you to do this.â
âThen why are you still so tense?â Y/N asked.Â
âBecause I know that if I relax too much, thenâŠâ
Y/Nâs eyes briefly glanced down to where the bubbled obstructed Azrielâs lower half and everything clicked together. She always knew that his wings were sensitive but never realised that he could become so pent up just from her washing them.Â
âI see,â Y/N muttered.
âYou should just leave,â Azriel said.Â
Y/N wrapped her arms around Azrielâs shoulders. âAnd why should I do that?â
âBecause I donât want to make you uncomfortable,â Azriel muttered, his hands now caressing her arms.
âYou wonât make me uncomfortable, Azriel,â Y/N said, her lips grazing his ear. âAll you need to do is relax for me. Whatever happens, happens.â
Azriel slowly moved his head to face her and her eyes flicked down to his lips for a brief moment. She wanted to know how it felt to have his lips pressed against hers.Â
âWhatever happens, happens,â Azriel repeated, his eyes flicking down to her lips. Unlike Y/N, Azriel didnât try to hide it.
Y/N pulled away and picked up a fresh washcloth and began to wipe off the grime from his wings. Azriel flinched for a moment before relaxing against the bath, allowing Y/N to wipe all the dirt from his wings. A content sigh left his lips as she did so.Â
Once all of the grime was gone, Y/N looked at Azriel and did not find one trace of rigidness within his body. âIâm going to use the oil now, if thatâs okay with you.â
âIâm fine with that,â Azriel responded.
Y/N poured a generous amount of the oil onto her hands, the aroma filling the room. Y/N rubbed it into her hands and slowly reached towards his wings. She had never touched them before but she had always wondered what they felt like. She was pleasantly shocked to find them quite soft and smooth. The occasional small scar changed the texture, but they were nothing like Y/N imagined them feeling.Â
Azrielâs breathing changed as Y/N continued her movements on his wings, spreading the oil across them. He took heavier breaths and Y/N could already begin to smell the scent of his arousal cutting through the lavender.Â
Y/N could tell that she had hit a particular sensitive part on his wing as Azriel gripped the side of the bathtub tightly, his knuckles turning white.Â
âYou can leave if you want to, Y/N,â Azriel said, his voice slightly breathless.
âWhatever happens, happens,â Y/N responded. Despite her not receiving the pleasure Azriel was, her voice was breathless too. The blissed out look on Azrielâs face was one she wanted to see more often.
The sensitive part of his wing proved to be a place where Azriel liked to be touched as a soft moan slipped through his lips. âY/NâŠâ
âYes?â She asked.
âPlease,â Azriel said, his hips twitched under the water, âdonât stop.â
Y/N leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his wing. âI wasnât planning on it.â
As she massaged the oil into his wings, Y/N continued to pull sweet groans from the shadowsinger. If Y/N was being completely honest, the sound was music to her ears. She had always been somewhat attracted to Azriel but it was only recently where she had begun to question her attraction to him even more and she was sure that her feelings toward him werenât completely platonic. He was the most beautiful male she had ever seen and even more beautiful now as he cried out in pleasure. Pleasure that she was causing him all because he trusted her.Â
âFuck,â Azriel grunted, hips bucking in the water.Â
âDo you want me to stop?â Y/N teased.
âDonât you dare,â Azriel said.Â
Y/N smirked before draping herself across his back once more, her hand continuing their movements on his wing. Azriel pants were even more beautiful to listen to in her ear as she pressed soft kisses against his neck and shoulder.
âY/N,â Azriel groaned. âIf you donât stop doing that, I will come right here on the spot.â
âAm I just that attractive?â The question was aimed to simply tease Azriel, it was not meant to be taken seriously at all.Â
âYes, you are,â Azriel admitted. âYou drive me crazy whenever you walk into a room. Do you know how hard it is to not greet you with a kiss whenever I see you? You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen and you have no idea how long I have wanted to say these words.â
Y/N stopped the movements on his wing. âDo you really mean that, Az?â
âOf course I mean it!â He exclaimed. âAnd we will talk about it after, but right now if you donât move your damn hand Y/N, I am sure I will simply die in this bath tub.â
Y/N pressed a kiss against his neck. âAlways so dramatic.â
Azriel didnât respond. His only reaction to her words was a series of loud moans, now not afraid to conceal them. âY/N, I am so close, my love.â
âTouch yourself,â Y/N whispered.Â
Azriel didnât need to be told twice as he released his grip from the side of the bath and wrapped a hand around his cock and began to pump it up and down fast. The sounds came tumbling out of his mouth and Y/N did not want to silence them but she couldnât help herself as she placed her lips over his. They were soft and fit perfectly against hers.Â
With his other hand, Azriel reached for her and laced his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss. Y/N only pulled away for a brief moment. âCome for me, my love.â
With only a few more pumps of his cock and an added pressure on the sensitive parts of his wings, Azriel came panting against Y/Nâs mouth. He pressed his lips against hers, craving the feeling once more. Y/N held onto him tightly until his high was over.
Azriel slumped against the bath and further into Y/Nâs arms. He slowly caught his breath back and opened his eyes.Â
Y/N smiled at him. âHi.â
Azriel smiled back. âHi.â
Y/N pecked his lips. âAs much as I donât want to leave you right now, I think you should finish up here and meet me in the bedroom because we certainly have a few things to discuss.â
âI think so too,â Azriel muttered.Â
Y/N pulled away from him, despite her not wanting to at all. Her pyjamas were soaked through but she did not care as she walked to the bathroom door. âThere are some clothes just outside for you.â
âThank you, Y/N,â Azriel said.
âDonât keep me waiting too long,â Y/N said before leaving the bathroom.Â
With a bright smile on her face, she walked down the short hall to her bedroom. She changed into a new, fresh set of pyjamas and waited for Azriel. It did not take long at all for the bathroom door to open and for footsteps to pad down the hall. The bedroom door was opened and Azriel stood in the doorway. He seemed to quickly dry off his hair as it was sticking up in every direction but Y/N only thought it made him look adorable.Â
âI love you,â Azriel said suddenly.
Y/Nâs eyes widened. âAzââ
âI know that this is sudden and I promise that it is not just because you gave me a great orgasm in a bathtub, but I love you. I am in love with you and I have been for a long time,â he admits.Â
Y/N patted the bed next to her and Azriel walked over and slid under the covers, facing Y/N. âYou love me?â
âI do,â Azriel said, reaching out to caress her cheek. âI know I am not good at voicing my feelings and all of this seems so sudden but I need to tell you. We canât pretend what just happened in the bathroom didnât just happen and continue with our friendship like normal. I love you, Y/N. If you donât feel the same way, I understand but I cannot go another day without telling you.â
âAz,â Y/N said, her eyes full of love. âI love you too.â
âYou do?â Azriel asked, somewhat shyly.Â
âOf course I do,â Y/N said. âI thought I only loved you as a friend. But recently I began to notice that friends donât normally imagine what their friends' lips feel like against theirs. Friends donât realise that they have always had an attraction to thief friends and find them absolutely breathtaking.â Azriel blushed. âFriends donât act like a couple. Letâs face it Azriel, we have been acting like a couple for years, minus the kissing.â
Azriel let out a quiet laugh. âI know.â
Y/N smiled before letting out a yawn. âNow as much as I want to continue this conversation, why donât we go to sleep.â
Azriel smirked before pressing his lips against her jaw. âI thought I could repay you for what you did for me in the bathroom.â
Y/N pulled away from Azrielâs kissed and gently held his face between her hands. âAzriel, as much as I love you, and it feels so good to say that, I was trying to sleep before you arrived here. And if Iâm being honest I would rather get a great night sleep with your arms wrapped around me than an earth shattering orgasm right now. Perhaps that can wait until tomorrow. But right now, all I want is to fall asleep in the arms of my love.â
Azriel smiled and pressed a sweet kiss against her lips. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â Y/N said, nuzzling her head into his chest.Â
Underneath the scent of the soaps Y/N had leant him, she could still smell the familiar scent of Azriel and with that she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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Close call
Word count: 1.2k
Pairing: lando Norris x reader
Summary: After a heated argument that leads Y/n to storm out into the rain, a near-death accident brings Lando and Y/n back together
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The day had started off fineânormal, even. You had both been in good spirits after Landoâs last race weekend. He had been on the podium, and the celebrations had been nothing short of electric. But then, like a storm brewing on the horizon, small tensions began to rise between you two. It was always somethingâlittle things that built up over time. The missed texts, the rescheduled plans, the constant feeling that his attention was always somewhere else. Today, it had finally come to a head.
âIâm not asking you to choose between me and your career,â you yelled, your voice shaking, eyes burning with unshed tears. âBut I need to know where I stand, Lando. Itâs like Iâm just an afterthought to you!â
Lando stood on the opposite side of the room, hands clenched into fists by his sides. His jaw was tight, anger simmering in his eyes. âThatâs not fair! You know how much I care about you. But I canât just drop everything every time you feel neglected. This is my job. My life.â
âAnd what am I, then?â you shot back, stepping forward. âJust something on the side when itâs convenient for you? I sit here, waitingâalways waitingâwhile you go off and live your dream. What about my life, Lando?â
His face twisted with frustration, and he ran a hand through his hair, pacing. âYou knew what this was when we got together! You knew racing would come first, that my schedule is insane. What do you expect me to do? Quit?â
Your heart pounded in your chest, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. âI expect you to make time for me! To show me that Iâm important, that I matter! But you donât, Lando. Itâs like Iâm just⊠background noise.â
Landoâs eyes flashed with anger, his voice rising. âThatâs bullshit! You know thatâs not true. Iâve been trying, but you keep pushing and pushing, like nothing I do is ever enough for you!â
âBecause itâs not!â you screamed, tears spilling over now. âIâm tired of feeling like I have to fight for a place in your life. Youâre never here, and when you are, youâre not really present.â
He stopped pacing, his face hardening as he glared at you. âMaybe if you actually supported me instead of complaining all the time, things wouldnât be so hard.â
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You took a step back, your breath catching in your throat. âYou think I donât support you?â
Silence.
âIâm at every race, every event, doing everything I can to cheer you on. I rearrange my entire life around your schedule, and you still have the nerve to say I donât support you?â
Landoâs face softened for a brief moment, but the anger flared again. âI didnât mean it like that. But itâs exhausting, alright? Trying to balance everything when it feels like youâre constantly on my case.â
You blinked at him, tears falling freely now. âOn your case? You think I enjoy feeling this way? Iâm exhausted too, Lando. Iâm exhausted from waiting for you to show up.â
His expression twisted, and for a moment, he seemed to want to respond, but something snapped in you before he could speak. You turned on your heel, storming out of the living room and heading towards the door, grabbing your jacket as you went.
âI canât do this right now,â you muttered, pulling the door open.
âWhere are you going?â Lando demanded, his voice sharp behind you.
âI donât know. Anywhere but here.â
Just as you stepped outside, the sky that had been so clear all day suddenly let loose. Rain poured down in thick sheets, soaking you within seconds. You didnât care. You needed to get away, clear your head, breathe something other than the heavy air of your apartment. You began walking, not even knowing where you were going. You were too hurt, too angry, and too tired to think clearly.
Behind you, Lando hesitated at the door. He hated seeing you like this, but his pride kept him frozen. You didnât wait for him to follow, assuming he wouldnât.
The rain pelted harder as you walked further, your clothes drenched, your hair sticking to your face. You kept going, lost in your thoughts, but as you stepped off the curb to cross the street, everything changed in an instant.
The loud honk of a car horn blared, headlights flashing in your peripheral vision. You turned just in time to see the vehicle barreling toward you, too fast to stop. A surge of panic shot through you, freezing your legs in place.
Suddenly, something slammed into you from the side, sending you tumbling to the ground. The impact knocked the breath out of your lungs, and your body hit the pavement hard. The world spun as you lay there, rain pouring down on you, gasping for air. You realized someone had pushed you out of the wayâLando.
He had run after you, faster than you realized, and tackled you just in time to get you out of the path of the car. The vehicle screeched to a halt mere inches from where you had stood, its tires skidding on the slick pavement.
âY/N!â Landoâs voice was panicked, hands shaking as he pulled you up, eyes scanning you for any injuries. âAre you okay? Did it hit you? God, please tell me youâre okay.â
You coughed, trying to catch your breath, but your chest ached from where you had hit the ground. âIâm⊠Iâm okay,â you whispered, wincing as you sat up.
He knelt beside you, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, eyes wide with fear and guilt. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean for any of this to happen. I shouldnât have let you walk out. I shouldâveâGod, if I hadnât run after youââ His voice broke, and you saw the terror in his eyes.
You reached up, placing a shaky hand on his cheek. âLando⊠Iâm fine. You saved me.â
He shook his head, his throat tight with emotion. âI was such an idiot. I shouldâve listened. I shouldâve been there for you.â His voice was low, filled with regret. âYouâre right. Youâve been there for me through everything, and Iâve taken it for granted. Iâm sorry.â
The rain continued to pour, soaking both of you, but in that moment, none of it mattered. You let out a shaky breath, wiping the wet strands of hair from his face. âI shouldnât have said the things I did. I just felt so⊠lost. But I know youâre trying. I see it, and Iâm sorry for making it seem like itâs not enough.â
He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he was afraid to let go. âI love you,â he whispered against your hair. âIâll make this right. I promise.â
You held onto him just as tightly, both of you soaked to the bone but no longer feeling the cold. The fight, the anger, the hurtâit all seemed so small compared to what had just happened. You almost lost each other in more ways than one.
âI love you too,â you whispered back, and this time, it felt like a promise.
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Poker Face!
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Spencer Reid x Reader
:: Itâs game night at Rossiâs, a little pasta al dente, poker chips from Emilyâs place, and a little too much Italian red wine. Poker after hours becomes a new playing field when you and Spencer decide to finish your game of blackjack back in his place. ::
:: warnings :: smuttt! and super mushy gushy fluff, sex under the influence (both parties drank alcohol), strip poker (kinda youâre playing blackjack), afab!reader, no mention of contraceptives oops...
:: authorsâ notes :: i didnât realize until i finished the story that spencer probably has his own poker set, heâs literally from vegas; anyway thanks for all the love on my last fic too sweet, hope you guys enjoy this one just as much <3
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âOk, ok! Thatâs enough!â Emily shouted, swinging her glass around.Â
âCareful, Prentiss. This carpet is fine Italian wool. Gifted from my first mother-in-law,â Rossi scolded, Hotch chuckling beside him.Â
âYou guys are relentless,â she continued.
âI can beat him, I know it!â you shouted, your eyes comically wide.Â
âNo shot, sweetheart. Reid is literally banned from every casino in Vegas, you think you can really beat him?â Derek commented.
âI may not be banned from Vegas casinos, but I never lose Blackjack,â you argued.
âHoney, youâve lost eight games in a row!â JJ shouted, laughing and holding her stomach.Â
âNevermind that! Iâm gonna beat you Reid, if it's the last thing I do,â you narrowed your eyes playfully at Spencer, who sat as dealer with a giant grin on his face.
âI hate to interrupt this incredibly captivating game of Blackjack, but Iâm kicking you out. It's late and an old manâs got to get some rest,â Rossi interrupted, erupting a series of âBooâsâ and groans.Â
âCome on, come on. Call your DDâs, call your taxi cabs. Or if you want to stay, you can start washing the dishes,â he bargained.Â
Suddenly, all at once, everyone stood up practically scrambling and giggling like kids to avoid cleaning up. Penelope, Emily, and Derek hopped into a cab and Hotch drove JJ home then himself considering he hadn't anything to drink that night. That left you and Spencer, lingering on the sidewalk nudging each other in a fit of giggles.Â
âI assume youâre gonna take a cab?â he asked you.
âThatâs the plan.â
âSo we can share since I donât live far from you. Iâll walk from your place,â he suggested.Â
âOh no, no. Look what I snatched when everyone started leaving,â you pulled out the briefcase of poker chips that Emily had brought for that night out of your tote, âWeâre going to your place and finishing what we started.âÂ
âOh boy, you have no idea how long it's gonna take. Weâre gonna be up all night!â Spencer laughed, and you gasped.Â
âYouâre an asshole,â you shoved him, before calling a taxi.
You squeezed in the back of the cab, legs bumping against each other. You felt your skin light up, youâve always felt a certain way about Spencer. I mean who wouldnât? Well actually, not a lot of people. You always tried to hide the pangs of jealousy or your faces of reluctance whenever the women you were working with or interviewed on cases would flirt with him, unnecessarily albeit. This happened more often than you care to admit or notice.Â
You walked into Spencerâs apartment, tossing your bag on the couch before falling to your knees and putting the briefcase on his coffee table. You opened it up and began shuffling the cards, quite intensely to make sure Spencer wasnât going to cheat. You knew he wasnât, his brain was too smart, but you did it for confidence instead.Â
âDo you want anything to drink?â he asked from the kitchen.
âWhatcha you got?â you asked.
âIâve got a couple of beers, probably a little old. Oh, I still have the bottle of wine that Rossi gave to us for the new year,â he told you.
âOh! Bring the wine! Weâll drink the beers later,â you winked at him, âLetâs get the fucking party started.â
It was late into the night now. You lost count how many times youâd lost to Spencer already. Just a couple of hours passed, and the wine was almost finished. You and Spencer couldnât stop laughing and wiggling around. As Spencer shuffled the deck, a request you made him do after every turn, you came up with a devilish idea. One that would definitely get you in trouble should the outcome be anything other than what you would hope.Â
âOoh,â you cooed, mischievously.
âWhat?â Spencer questioned.
âOh, nothing, just had an idea,â you were smirking, or rather trying really hard not to burst into laughter.Â
âThis canât be good,â he mumbled, shaking his head.Â
âWhy donât we spice things up, shall we?â
âNo, no way,â Spencer already knew what you were going to say.Â
âStrip Poker!âÂ
âNo!â he shouted, a big smile on his face contradicting his words.
âWhat, you scared? Scared that suddenly Iâm starting to beat you and youâre gonna have to take all your clothes off?â you teased.
âNo, I am a gentleman and Iâm not gonna sit through watching you take all your clothes to prove a point,â he argued sassily.
âYou are way too confident for your own good, Dr. Spencer Reid. Youâre just chicken.â
âOk, fine then. You dealer, or am I?â he asked, pouring the last bit of wine into your cup.Â
âWhy donât you hit me this time,â you said.Â
âYou got it,â he responded, âCare to shuffle while I grab the beers?â
âOf course. About time we crack those open,â you smiled widely.Â
Now sitting down, face to face. Staring intensely at each other for a moment, hints of mischief and amusement in both your eyes. As you shuffled the cards well, Spencer couldnât help notice the way your eyes were practically sparkling in the warm light of his apartment. How soft your skin looked in the light too. He doesnât know when it happened. If it happened just now, or maybe heâs always felt this way about you.Â
Maybe it was those times where he felt a little more protective over you than the others on more brutal cases. The feeling of responsibility for you, to guide you, when you first join the team since you were the same age. Or maybe it was when you let him practically talk your ear off about peculiar facts regarding the case you had wrapped up. The small smile of your face knowing he thrived in these moments. The sweet giggle you let out when Morgan and Prentiss groaned knowing he would begin yet another tangent.Â
Yeah, it was definitely then he realized how special you were and how much he wanted to keep you in his life; in more ways than one.
But in this moment, when you handed him the cards with the most devilish smirk on your face, Spencer felt a wave of avidity, longing for you more than he ever has before. He felt so conflicted about the game you were about to play. He respected you so much and yet craved to see you, to have you, in this very way for so long already. He didnât know what to do. He dealt the cards however, entertaining the idea, and you tapped the table for cards before taking a big swig of your beer.
âFuck,â you muttered under your breath, Spencerâs breath hitched.Â
You took off your earrings first and Spencer quirked an eyebrow.Â
âWhat? Were you expecting me to take off my shirt right away?â
âNo,â he shrugged before giving you the deck to shuffle again.Â
âI swear to-â you cursed, pulling off one of your rings this time.
Your shoes came off, then your socks. All your accessories were scattered on the table before you. The last game you stood up unbuttoning your pants. Spencer clenched his jaw, averting his eyes downward as you peeled your pants down your legs. It took quite literally everything in him to not drool over you. You sank back down to the ground, the bottom half of your body shielded by the table and Spencer looked back at you again. He dealt the cards. You asked for a card, and Spencer knew then you would lose. The probability was certain. When he hit Blackjack and you didnât, Spencer gulped and you sighed in defeat.Â
Staring boldly at Spencer, you disrobed your last garment that would give you some kind of modesty. Your bra is on full display with nothing else but your pair of underwear. You had a crucial decision to make if you ended up losing again and you were seriously considering that would be the case, the butterflies erupting violently in your belly.Â
âWe donât have to keep going,â Spencer cleared his throat.
âAnd why would I do that?â Maybe it was the alcohol in your system that gave you this sudden courage, this seduction. You were starting to have fun seeing Spencer squirming on the couch, the bobbing of his Adamâs apple. You suddenly wanted to egg this round on as long as you can.Â
âOk, then,â he muttered, as he dealt the cards, slowly this time.
Spencer had a face down card, assuming it was a value of ten like always, and an eight. You had a seven and a three, you were fucked. You needed an ace and youâd hit blackjack, or you could build up; but thatâs risky. Maybe Spencer can go over. You had a chance, you know it. Your chest was moving fast and shallow, but your face was stoic and firm. Spencer on the other hand was antsy; his eyes frantic and his leg bouncing. You knew he was staring at your chest. You planned to use it to your advantage. Was it fair game? Yeah, yeah it was. It wasnât your fault he was distracted.
âHit me,â you egged.
âYou got it,â he responded.Â
A five. Fuck.Â
Spencer hit himself and he drew a seven. Those are bad cards. He most likely went over and you might actually finally beat him.Â
âOne more time, boy wonder,â you snapped. A six. A beautiful six of hearts.Â
âI stand,â he mutters, probably knowing he lost.Â
âLetâs see those cards, baby,â you teased.
âYou first,â he told you, and placed your cards.Â
âBlackjack, baby!âÂ
Spencer laid his cards revealing his seven and eight and underneath a nine, he busted; the cards of course. You won, you finally won. You jumped up in celebration, prancing in your undergarments around the room giggling and cheering.Â
âI did it! I fucking did it! I beat the boy genius, fair and fucking square! You lose Spencer, loser!â you shouted taunting him and he couldnât help the smile painted in his blushing face; he almost forgot you were prancing around almost naked in the middle of his apartment.Â
âI- I was distracted,â he shuttered.Â
âDamn right you were,â you joked, squeezing your breasts to flaunt them in his face.Â
âIt wasnât fair game,â he bantered.
âIt wasnât fair game, my ass. I won and you lost, and youâre being a sore loser,â you mocked as you walked towards him like a panther, playfulness and seduction dripping from your tongue.Â
Spencer took the moment you walked near and grabbed your wrist yanking you to stumble into his lap. You were shocked, surprised, a little turned on. You held onto his shoulders, your breathing a little quicker than before. You tried to convince yourself it was from the celebratory dance and not the growing bulge from Spencer that poked you from beneath.Â
âI told you, I was distracted,â he told you, his hands finding a place at their hips. Fingers caressing delicately the hem of your underwear.Â
âBlah, blah,â you whispered.
âDonât give me that.â
âNow, Spence, I believe there is something you have to do, is there not?â you whispered.
âWhatâs that?â he bantered.
âYou lost.â
âRight, unfairly I might add,â he joked.
âIf all youâre gonna do is talk, then let me do the honors,â you told him.Â
âBe my guest.â
Your fingers pulled gently at his tie he wore, pulling over his head and tossing it to the side on the floor. You started unbuttoning his shirt, Spencer staring with heavy eyes at you as you did so.
âI thought we were only taking off one item. We should play another round then if you want my shirt off,â he teased you, bringing his hands to gently hold your wrists.
âLike thatâs gonna happen,â you rolled your eyes playfully.Â
Spencer relaxed against the back of the couch as you unbutton his shirt all the way. You brought your lips down to kiss softly at his collarbones and his shoulder. Moving along his chest to kiss the other side. His hands moved slowly against your hips, fingers sliding between the fabric of your underwear and your skin. Your skin erupted in chills, a tingle running through your spine making your ears feel hot. You dragged your nose along his strong jawline before nipping your teeth playfully against his cheek.Â
He brought his hands up, fingertips tracing your spine until he reached your bra. He skillfully unhooked it leaving you a bit breathless for just a second but a second too long. You could feel it, without even needing to look at him, to know he had such a teasing smile on his gorgeous face. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it off him.Â
You shrugged your bra off, tossing behind him giving him a playful wink which made him chuckle. You brought his hands to your breasts as you pulled his head towards you by the back of his neck to kiss him feverishly. Something you both had wanted to do for quite some time now. You wiggled your hips a bit, feeling the prodding against your center, which made Spencer groan lowly in the kiss; his hands squeezing your breasts hard in discomfort.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna drive me insane,â he told you.
âLet me say hi to your little friend, Spence. Or do you want to play for that too?â you taunted him.
âGod, no. I couldnât wait a whole other hour for you to beat me again,â he bantered making you scoff and roll your eyes; his hands shot straight to his zipper to pull his pants down just enough for the both of you.Â
You were practically itching to get your panties off. Standing up suddenly, both you and Spencer reached instinctively to pull them off you, his lips attaching themselves to your soft belly and hips. He freed himself from the constricting fabric of his pants and pulled you down, or rather yanked you to him. You couldnât help the bubbly laugh that came from you making Spencer smile blissfully.Â
You bite your lip as you reach between your bodies, lining Spencer up against you perfectly. The warmth radiating from you was driving him crazy. It took everything in him to not suddenly take control and rut his hips against you. You sank slowly down on his length, not so little, you thought yourself.
âOh jeez, I feel like I could come already,â you gasped, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach felt already overwhelming. Maybe it was the fact you hadnât had sex in years. You felt starved of this kind of touch, this kind of intimacy. The kind of feeling of Spencerâs cold fingertips touching and gliding across your skin like you were glass. Yeah, that was the feeling you didnât know you needed, you didnât realize you craved so much until this very moment.Â
âIâm a bit embarrassed to admit the same,â he chuckled breathlessly, âIf you donât start moving, Iâm not gonna be able to hold myself back any longer.â
You took this as the green light to start rocking your hips back and forth. One hand resting against his cheek and the other stabilizing yourself against the frame of the couch. Spencerâs hands rocked with you, his way of helping and understanding the rhythm you were going. He started, with gaining confidence, to buck his hips into you and thatâs when the pleasure began to build. You panted heavily above him, moans every now and then escaping your mouth to echo against the walls of Spencerâs small apartment.Â
âShit. You feel so good,â he breathed out, âI thought Iâd last longer.â
âPlease, please donât come yet,â you begged; bringing your forehead to his. You could see his skin becoming shiny with sweat, his cheeks flush with redness. Spencer, determined to make you come before him, or at the very least with him, reached between your thighs rubbing fast and swift circles against your clit. Your hips jerked with pleasure and Spencerâs name dripped from your lips like honey.Â
âOh, thatâs it,â Spencer whispered. His free hand came up and pulled you in a passionate and sloppy kiss. His tongue entwined with your and you moaned wildly as did he. His brain was fuzzy, not that yourâs wasnât also, with the sounds of sex, the rhythm of your hips, the warmth of your slick soaking his fingers.Â
âIâm close, fuck Iâm so close, Spence,â you whined.
âLet go, sweetheart.â
âNgh!â you moaned loudly. You dipped your head forward resting your forehead in the crook of his neck. Your bodies were so close, your bare chests pressed against each other. You both could feel the otherâs breath and slowly you began to match each otherâs erratic rhythm the closer you got to your climaxes. You messily pressed your lips against Spencerâs one last time before the wave of electrifying pleasure overcame you.Â
When you came down from your high, all you could feel and hear in that moment was Spencer. His soft pants brushing your ear, his arms cradling you close, his subtle leg shaking from what you assume was him also coming with you.Â
âThat was really good,â you giggled.
âIt really was,â he agreed.
âIâm gonna tell everyone about this,â you whispered wickedly.Â
âWhat?â Spencer questioned fearfully.Â
âI beat you in Blackjack,â you reminded him, making him laugh loudly.Â
âGive it a rest you would?â he sighed.Â
âNo way. Iâm gonna tell everyone. And everyoneâs gonna tease you because I beat you fair and square. Unless, you wanna admit that my boobs were distracting you from your card counting tricks,â you teased.
âAlright, you won fair and square,â he smiled blissfully at you, his eyes soft and gentle in the warm light.
You giggled sweetly bringing him in a tender kiss, definitely not for the last time that night. Your bodies were entwined for the rest of the night until the tepid sunrays peaked meekly through the curtains of Spencerâs bedroom window. The two of you sharing giggles between the sheets with his arms embracing you the way they had been all night. Needless to say, blackjack continues to be your favorite poker game. Especially now more than ever.Â
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permanent fix
soulmate au + a/b/o
paring: alpha atsumu x fem beta reader
warnings: bullying, dub-con, atsumu is not nice, smut, slight breeding kink, biting, blood, choking, mirror sex, possessiveness, jealousy, alpha rut, atsumu talks shit, dramatic atsumu
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english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes
Born as a beta, you never thought fate would toy with you by giving an alpha as your soulmate. Especially not one like Miya Atsumu, the one whom you went to school through college with and still having to see his face ever so frequently as if he had sworn to never let you live in peace.Â
For someone who made faces when seeing the lunchboxes your mom packed for you and proclaimed a beta was weak when you first presented at fifteen, Miya Atsumu couldnât seem to detach himself from you.Â
So when you had a crush on one of your colleagues at twenty five, having his nose in your business as usual, Atsumu knew instantly.Â
âAnother beta.â Lying comfortably on your couch, Atsumu scoffed. âPredictable.âÂ
âDidnât ask for your opinions.âÂ
âIâm giving it anyway,â he said in a singsong voice, but his face was without mirth. âYou can fuck whoever you want, but Iâm getting my fix. Thatâs non-negotiable.â
Oh, yeah. His fix.Â
He patted his lap. âCome here.â
Then it all began again. Him cradling you in his lap, hands going all over, lips spilling hateful words.Â
âWeak fucking beta.â He would say. âEven Osamu got an omega soulmate. Makes me jealous as fuck.âÂ
But then he would kiss you like the world might end tomorrow, doing everything opposite of what he said. This time was no different. His hot tongue was everywhere he could reach, acquainted itself with yours before leaving a wet trail down your neck.Â
You protested when he nipped a little too hard, scared he might leave marks. He did that once. The deep purple hickey you saw in the mirror after he left your apartment scared the shit out of you. A little more force and teeth could have broken the skin, and that thought caused chills to run all over your body. You didnât want to bear his marks.Â
Yet, Atsumu didnât care. He never did. His hands were now on your buttocks, squeezing hard through your thin pajama bottoms. He moved you to one of his thighs for better concentration. The hands on your butt now rolled your hips back and forth, to the point your moan finally slipped out of your tightly zipped lips and you forgot about the harsh nibbling on your neck.
âGo whore yourself out,â Atsumu whispered. âLike I fucking care.â
Same here, asshole.
You thought, didnât say out loud.Â
Touching each other lifted the heavy weight in the heart caused by the act of not accepting the soulmate bond. Nothing more, nothing less. If not for this calling of intimacy both of you obliged to feel, he wouldnât be here. You knew that. He said it way too many times.Â
Still, your cheeks were licked, your lips were tasted, neck wet with saliva. You felt like a prey about to be eaten every time he was close. Yes, he may not care. But he sure was possessive enough of things that were given to him.Â
Whenever you tried to wiggle out of his firm grasp, he tightened his fist. This time was the hardest you ever felt.Â
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In more than twenty years of knowing each other, never once did Atsumu come to you when he had gone into rut. So when he called you two in the morning one week after his last fix, ordered you to pack a bag and tell your boss you would be on leave for a week, you were baffled. It was never more than kisses and touches with him. Your clothes were always intact and on. The idea of that being changed had you flat out saying no.Â
That didnât stop Atsumu from coming to get you one hour later though. When he saw that you did nothing to get ready, his jaw was clenched. A split second later, he packed your bag himself, shoving clothes and toiletries in without any care. You were still in pajamas when the passenger door was slammed closed and he hit the gas.Â
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There were reasons why betas are not for alphas. Physically, they were incompatible. Betas werenât designed for alphaâs stamina, not to mention one in rut. At one point, you did not care to count anymore how many times you had blacked out. Fading in and out really fucked with your memory. All you remembered was the non-stop pounding, Atsumuâs breath against your face, and his uncharacteristic cooing, praising you as his good girl.Â
âKnew you were built for me.â The blond menace pulled on both of your wrists, never stopped his thrusting. âLet me knot you again, okay?â When you shook your head, face wet with tears, Atsumu shushed you softly. âShhhhh. You can do it, I know you can.â
And you could. But it was not without pain.Â
âShouldnât have waited this long,â Atsumu said close to your lips. âYou almost got away.âÂ
He talked too much. But it would have been a big fat lie to deny that his words didnât turn you on. That his vile confession didnât affect you.
âBold of you to even think I would let someone else touch you.â He sounded out of breath, closing to his end. âAll the effort goes to waste. No no no no.âÂ
You felt it coming, just seconds before. Then your whole body was taken by the waves of thrills and your whole vision turned white. Atsumu was not your first, but as if he was the harbinger of agony, it hurt when he first penetrated, hurt when he knotted. And when you felt a sharp sting at your sensitive neck, you knew he defied the rule of nature once again by marking you.Â
Fruitless. That was what it would be. Betas were not made for alphas. Mating bites did not forge any bond with the wrong person and would fade over time. But Atsumu had always been stubborn. One bite turned into two, three, then countless. All you felt was pain and the wetness of blood before darkness took your consciousness like the many rounds before.Â
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The mating bites faded within two weeks, all except the first mark, proving to you that even biology could not win over destiny. Same went with all other beta-alpha soulmate couples out there after you had done some research. They were rare, but they were there. You shouldnât have let Atsumu bite you. Should have known better that things could get weird when it came to soulmates. Now, he wouldnât get off your ass, had the audacity to move his things to your apartment and yours to his, calling you his girlfriend in front of everyone and expecting to see you at his games.Â
You didnât even like volleyball to begin with. And as you watched his magnificent tosses to any players he deemed to have high chances to score, you thought of a way to get out of his clutch.Â
He needed an omega, the correct designation he always longed for. Because even with all the protective caresses and the promise to never let you go, Atsumu was still mean. Like going back to the ninth grade when you put makeup on for the first time and he gave you the nastiest comment that made you go wash everything off in the school toilet, his words still stung badly when he chose to weaponize them.Â
âSamuâs mate smells like she needs to be bred.â He said that nonchalantly one day at Onigiri Miya, sitting side by side with you at the counter where his twin and his mate helped each other with cooking and serving the hungry athletes who were there to celebrate the dayâs victory âDonât know how he stands that. So sweetâÂ
Hearing that made your conversation with Hinata pause. His steely gaze was the first thing you saw when turning to face âyour boyfriendâ.Â
It didnât end there. For days Atsumu was in a devilish mood, his jabs that you knew most of them were meant to just rile you up for fun had become a real emotional harm. He still fucked you, make no mistake about that. And it was as devilish as his temper.Â
âToo hard, Miya. Too hard.â You still wouldnât call him by his first name.Â
Veiny hands wrapped snugly around your neck, Atsumu only went faster after hearing that. The bathroom mirror was foggy with hot steam from the shower, but you could see enough. One of your legs was perched on the counter, allowing the view of his cock pistoning in and out of you, your breasts bouncing fast.Â
âWould have been pregnant already if you were an omega.â The sentence came out coated with his accent, thicker than normal, like he didnât have full control of how he spoke. âBut thatâs alright. I can take my time with you. Weâll get there,â he purred. âStill, what a shame, huh?âÂ
Shame his ass for saying that and not letting you leave. âGo fuck an omega then.â
He smirked. Pissed you off. âNah.âÂ
As his toss to Sakusa scored a winning point, the loud cheer brought you back to the present. You saw Atsumu eyes staring up at you from the court below and knew what you had to do.Â
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Getting an omega who wanted to spend a heat with Miya Atsumu was easy enough. Sending her up to your apartment where he was already there waiting for you was as simple. You drove away then, not far, stopping at your favorite 24-hour cafe because you needed somewhere to sit and waited for the first feedback from the omega girl. Half an hour later, you got a call.Â
The screen showed the female omegaâs name. You picked up and said hello, expecting to hear that everything went well and that you could go find somewhere else to sleep for the next five nights.
But you only heard cries. Not of pleasure, just a full-blown crying with hiccups.Â
âHey, are you okay?â you asked, frowning. âTalk to me. What happened?âÂ
âHeâhe screamedâat me,â she spluttered, almost incoherently, âand only asked where you were.âÂ
You cursed quietly, finally able to stop stirring the poor coffee you ordered without any interest in taking a sip. âWhere is he now?âÂ
âI donât know,â she cried. âHe leftâafter the screaming.â Her voice wavered all the more when she kept on trying to speak. âYou had to see him. He looked murderous. There was not even a hello. He straight up shouted at me, accusing me of breaking in. When I tried to explainâmentioned you, his face was all red.â A hiccup interrupted the long babbling. âHe said he was married to you and showed me the ring.â
You were not sure what crack Atsumu was on, but there was definitely no ring or marriage.Â
The call was still on when you heard the cafeâs door pushed open. And it was as if you saw the devil with your own naked eyes.
Atsumu walked in.Â
His strides declared no peace or mercy when he saw you, ignoring the greetings from the two night shift baristas.Â
Not wanting to cause a scene, you stood up, didnât say anything when he put his hand on your shoulder and led the way out.Â
The drive was silent. Your car was left at the parking lot near the cafe, you would have to come and get it as soon as you could before the parking fee turned as murderous as him. When asked where he was going, he answered solemnly, âMy place. Yours stinks.âÂ
You just knew it was going to be a long night.Â
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Atsumu was the one who got the car out for you the next morning since he was the one who could still walk without wobbling. The sheets you slept on were rumpled. They reeked of cum.Â
You reeked of cum.Â
âYou think youâre so funny?â he asked, knowing you couldnât answer with his cock occupying your mouth but did it nonetheless âYou wanted me to fuck her? What was going on in that pretty little head?âÂ
He pulled you by the nape of your neck before pushing your head down, forcing your throat to take more of him till you felt the urge to gag.Â
âI thought we had an understanding, baby,â he said, finally relenting his grip on your head. âNo whoring yourself out.â Then he stressed, âAnd no whoring me out. Iâm yours.â
âDo you understand?âÂ
You only nodded.
âWords.âÂ
âYes, Miya.âÂ
âAtsumu,â he said, looking like he wanted to throw up. âYouâre not fucking my brother. Donât make me imagine that. Call me Atsumu.â
âYes, Tsumu.âÂ
Looked like you delivered. Atsumu grinned from ear to ear. âGood girl. My best girl.âÂ
That was last night.Â
A warm kiss to the cheek woke you again, must have dozed off after Atsumu left, but those scenes were not a dream. You heard him whisper,Â
âI got your car. Parked it at your place.â
He looked like he got a ten-hour sleep while you could not move a limb without feeling sore. Not fair. And the way he looked so good in sheepâs clothing, his wolfâs skin all hidden. Not fair at all.
âShower.â Your voice was hoarse, but you got the message through. That was good enough.Â
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hallmarks of sisterhood
putellas!reader. r mediates a fight between her sisters. they don't realize they're tearing her apart in the process. at least, not until they ruin an important night for her. can they make it up to her? fluff & angst.
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Being significantly younger than your sisters, you were the true baby of the family, and were treated as such. You were already a pretty sensitive person, and the overprotective tendencies of the entire family only increased this. You were quite different from both your sisters. Alba was an extrovert, always talking, always laughing, never thinking too hard about anything. Alexia was quieter in public, but always loud at home in an attempt to match Albaâs energy. The competitive gene only seemed to skip you, and you hated conflict. Any type of it. You didnât like yelling, you didnât like arguments, and you couldnât stand when people were mad at you.Â
It made sense then, that youâd always been the mitigator between your sisters. They were always fighting growing up, and it took a very small you to break up the fights that the teenage versions of them would get into, often shoving your small body in between theirs and singing a song so loudly they had no choice but to stop arguing. If the singing didnât work, then youâd cry, and that always worked.Â
As you got older, your role changed slightly. You were still the mitigator, but more because you were logical and smart and both of them could normally trust you to be objective. You didnât really enjoy it, but you hated it more when they werenât speaking to each other, so you did what you could to resolve their fights easily.Â
All of this considered, you were not surprised to catch yourself in an argument between them yet again. This one wasnât super similar to the others, though, in that it was much more emotionally charged. Both Alexia and Alba seemed angrier at each other than normal, and you didnât know why. Still, you tried to fix it, as best you could.Â
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âI cannot believe you, Alba.â Alexia sighed, shaking her head at her other sister.Â
âDonât try to guilt trip me, Ale, this isnât my fault. I told you before there was a chance Iâd have to go to this conference.â Alba shot back.
âYou donât have to go, you are choosing to go. So you can hook up with that coworker you're seeing.âÂ
Alba flushed red with anger.Â
âLetâs calm down, guys,â you began, shifting uncomfortably in your seat in the corner of the sectional. Neither girl paid you any mind.Â
âI am going for work, Alexia, I wouldnât sleep with anyone at a work conference.â
âOh, yes of course, youâre so above that. You are notorious for not hooking up with people in inappropriate situations Alba, how could I forget. It was only 4 of my teammates you slept with? And how many of my other friends?âÂ
âYou are such a-â
âStop.â You cut in. âAlexia, that was mean. Alba, sheâs just disappointed because she was looking forward to spending time with everyone.â You cut in, trying to cool the rising temperature of the room.Â
âNo, I am disappointed because we made a commitment to do this for Mami and now sheâs backing out. Like always.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Alba scoffed.Â
âThe last trip to Ibiza. Motherâs day last year. My 25th birthday,â Alexia began to list, counting the events off on her fingers rather condescending.Â
âGuys, please calm down.â You attempted.Â
âWill you ever get over me missing your 25th birthday? Or are you going to have it engraved on your tombstone? âMy sister missed my birthday once and I never shut up about it.ââ Alba yelled, getting to her feet and walking closer to where Alexia was sitting at the kitchen counter.Â
When Alexia rose to meet her, you stood nervously, too, moving a bit closer. âWhy donât we all stay seated?â You tried.Â
Both of them continued to ignore you, as if you werenât even there. âThat is not the point, Alba.âÂ
âNo, Ale, the point is that only your career is important. Everyone has to drop everything for football, but what I do doesnât matter, and I have to bend over backwards to make things work with your insane schedule. The world doesnât revolve around you, Alexia.â
âOh my god, Alba. You are such a bitch.â Alexia sighed, rolling her eyes in a way she knew would make the younger girl furious. Â
âYou are the bitch, Alexia. A selfish, bossy, mean bitch,â Alba yelled, crossing her arms and taking a step closer to the older girl.Â
âAlba, I swear to god,â Alexia threw back, the volume of her voice making you flinch. You stepped in between them, forcing them to both back up a bit.Â
âPlease stop shouting.â You pleaded, looking between them. Both of them turned to you, annoyed.
âGo somewhere else if itâs bothering you, pequeña! Adults argue. Grow up.â Alexia yelled, sending a glare your way. You stopped back, blinking away tears, looking incredibly hurt. Alexia sighed. âSorry, nena, I didnât mean-âÂ
It was too late, though, you were pushing past her towards the door of her house. âNo, whatever. Iâll go. Solve your argument by yourselves for once.â You snapped.Â
âNice job, Ale, you made the el bebe cry.â Alba said mockingly.Â
âShut your mouth, Alba. Pequeña, come back,â Alexia called, but the door was already slamming shut behind you.Â
You wiped at your eyes furiously, getting into your car. Youâd always hated how sensitive you were, how anyone raising their voice at you made you cry. You couldnât argue, couldnât disagree without dissolving into tears. Normally, angry tears. Youâd always been like this, and your sisters often made fun of it, but were aware of the fact that you hated yelling, and tried to avoid doing so. Even when they were fighting with each other. Today got too out of control, though, both of them taking this specific issue very seriously.Â
Theyâd have to figure it out themselves, this time. You were done with this. They knew how you felt about conflict, and yet they always put you in the middle. It was exhausting and hurtful being caught in between them. They were adults, they could solve this argument.Â
You and Eli didnât live far from Alexia, and you reached home before you were really ready to. You needed to erase all evidence of your tears from your face before heading inside, because Eli could not know about this. You and your sisters did not tell on each other, for one thing. For another, there was a possibility the trip in question could be rescheduled and you didnât want to ruin the surprise.Â
You checked your face in the mirror, took a deep breath, denied Alexiaâs phone call, and headed inside, prepared to pretend that nothing was wrong.Â
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You got past your mother with very few questions asked, as she was distracted reading over Alexiaâs new Nike contracts. Your sister still had Eli read all her contracts, a habit you and Alba teased her about often.Â
Eli did come knocking, though, only a few hours later, while you were in your room getting some homework done. âNena?â She called from the hallway, not hearing a response to her knock.Â
Still, you didnât say anything, so she pushed the door open, only to find you asleep at your desk, your head resting on a pile of photographs, your computer opened up to photoshop. A black and white photo of your sister at training was pulled up, and Eli quickly averted her eyes, knowing very well she wasnât supposed to see this particular assignment until you were done.
âMija,â Eli said, covering her eyes as she heard you stir. âGo to bed, itâs late, and you are exhausted.âÂ
âDo not look, Mami!â You cried, sitting up completely and quickly flipping everything over and shutting your computer.Â
âIâm not!â Eli replied, laughing at how secretive you were about these photos.Â
âOkay, everything is away.â You said, standing to give your mother a hug before getting into bed. She squeezed you tight, as she always did, kissing your cheek before letting go.Â
âGoodnight,â she said, giving you a kind smile.Â
âGoodnight mami,â you replied, knowing she was smiling because she knew you were about to get back on your computer as soon as she left the room.Â
âOh, do you know why your sisterâs are fighting? I texted the groupchat with them, and they both replied to me separately.â Eli asked with an eye roll, quite used to your sistersâ antics.Â
âSomething dumb, probably.â You said with an unconvincing laugh. Your mother gave you a weird look, like she didn't believe you, but didnât push it.Â
As soon as she was out of the room, you were, in fact, back on your computer, finishing up the final touches on a photo of Alexia. You were really too excited to be preoccupied with your sisters at the moment. You were in school studying photography, and after a recent exhibition at your school, a gallery in Barcelona had reached out and asked you to shoot a series for them to display. Theyâd given you full creative control, which was an insane amount of trust to put into a 20 year old, and you were determined not to mess it up.Â
If that meant staying up late making sure every photo was perfect in the next couple days, so be it. You were proud of this work, and that wasnât really a common feeling for you. Youâd grown up in the shadow of your two sisters. Alexia was the best female footballer in the world, and Alba was⊠Alba. Everyone loved her. Nothing you ever did seemed to really make anyone pay attention, except for your Mami. Eli had always been careful to celebrate your and Albaâs accomplishments, like she celebrated Alexiaâs, even if they werenât of the same magnitude. Your sisters were a bit better than the rest of your family and friends, paying attention to what you did, but it always felt a bit like your mother was making them do so.Â
This was your chance to do something impressive of your own. Something that everyone could understand, everyone could be impressed by. It was an opportunity you were not about to waste. You didnât realize the potential that other people had, though, to ruin it for you.Â
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The next few days were busy. When you werenât working on your photos, making sure they were perfectly edited and printed properly, you were worrying about what people would think about them. Or you were trying to pick the perfect outfit for Saturday evening, the opening of the gallery. There wasnât a ton of time for you to respond to Alexiaâs repetitive apologies, or to Albaâs pleading for you to be on her side. It was annoying, really, that during such an important and stressful week, they couldnât leave you out of their argument.Â
You finally had enough on Friday, pulling up the groupchat with both of them in it, and sending a rather harsh message. It wasnât like you to be harsh and snap at them, and you were hoping they would get the message that theyâd upset you, and you wanted to be left out of this.Â
If one of you texts me one more time about this idiotic fight, I am going to tell Mami that it was you two who dented her car, not the neighbor backing into it. I am so tired of being pulled into the middle of this. Both of you apologize to each other for being mean, and get over it.Â
You hoped that would be the end of it. When your phone buzzed a few minutes later, though, you knew that had been a naive hope.Â
Alexia had responded first.Â
It should not be hard to pick a side when I am right, nena.
Alba responded after that.Â
You always let Alexia get away with things youâd yell at me about. You can both apologize to me when you are ready.
You werenât really sure how Alba had decided that youâd sided with Alexia, but you certainly were not going to be apologizing to her anytime soon. You left them both on read, figuring theyâd make up before the gallery opening tomorrow night.
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You were up pretty much the entire night before the gallery. This time, not because anything needed to get done, but because you were nervous. You were thinking about everything that could possibly go wrong. By the time morning rolled around, you slept for maybe a couple hours, and created a decisive list of every bad thing that could happen today.Â
You actually hadnât thought of everything, but you wouldnât know that until later.Â
Youâd passed out just as the sun had started to rise, and Eli came in to wake you up only a few hours later.Â
âNena, despierta,â she said softly, setting down a mug of coffee on your nightstand and shaking your shoulder.Â
You bolted upright in bed, and looked around frantically, startling your mother. âAm I late?!â You gasped, moving to get out of your bed as fast as possible.Â
âNo, no, you arenât late. It is only 11. Relax, mija, everything is okay.â Eli soothed, gently pushing you back down onto the bed.Â
You let out a relieved sigh, rubbing at your face with your hands. âSorry.âÂ
âDid you sleep at all?â Eli asked with a disapproving look.Â
âNot much. I tried, I swear, I just couldnât turn my brain off.âÂ
Your mother patted your cheek reassuringly. âYouâre almost done, nena. Itâs all going to go perfectly.âÂ
You nodded, trying to believe her words. You just had this weird, nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. There wasnât time to focus on this feeling, though, no matter how much you wanted to. There was simply too much to be done. Accepting the hug your mother offered, you got up, ready to prepare yourself for the long day ahead.
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You didnât really think anything of it when you didnât see either of your sisters right away. You were busy greeting other people, family and friends. Some of Alexiaâs teammates had made it, and you spent some time taking in the awestruck expression on Mapiâs face when she saw the singular photo of her included.Â
That was the best part of the whole thing, you decided. Getting to see everyoneâs reactions to seeing themselves up on the wall.Â
The theme was people you loved, in their happy place. The project was joyful and fun, radiating happiness. Looking at the photos made you smile, and you were glad to see that everyone seemed to have the same reaction as they took their time looking at each image.Â
You had Mapi giggling at something Ingrid had said, a candid taken after a Barça game. Ingrid was smiling back at her, like making her girlfriend laugh was the only thing she wanted to do for the rest of her life.Â
You had your Mami, sitting in the stands of one of Alexiaâs games, looking on with pride all over her face. You had her pinching Albaâs cheek, a fond smile on her face as your sister said something that was, no doubt, ridiculous.Â
You had your aunts and your uncles around the dinner table, all laughing hysterically.Â
You had your friends at the beach, all lounging and staring out into the ocean, looking peaceful.Â
You had your best friend sitting in the driver's seat of her car, singing along passionately to her favorite song.Â
More than anyone else, though, you had your sisters.Â
Alexia preparing to take a penalty, determined. Celebrating with her teammates after a goal. Cheekily blowing a kiss to Olga in the stands. Smiling proudly at Vicki after an impressive goal. Proudly wearing the captainâs armband in front of a completely sold out stadium. Leaned against Olga on the couch after a movie night, out cold. She was completely peaceful, with Olga looking down at her adoringly.Â
You had Alba at the school where she taught. Candids of her face, when one of her students got the answer right, or made her laugh. With her dog, holding him up at the aquarium, eye level with one of the dolphins. You had her watching Alexia play, too, a grin on her face that you were sure she was unaware of. Your favorite of Alba was a photo youâd taken in your Mamiâs kitchen, while sheâd been baking. Alba was sneaking a taste of the cake batter, and youâd captured her mid-wink, giving the camera a smile while Eliâs back was turned to her.Â
They hadnât seen any of these photos; youâd almost gone crazy not showing them, and not giving in to them when they begged to see.
 Youâd finally managed to break away from a crowd of your friends, having a moment to yourself, when you realized that you still hadnât seen your sisters yet. Aleâs teammates were here. Some of Albaâs friends were here. The whole family was here. You checked your watch, a frown on your face, seeing that they were both already over a half hour late, which was unlike both of them. It was only when you saw Olga looking up at one of the photos she was pictured in, all by herself, that you really got a sinking feeling in your stomach. She was talking to Irene when you walked over and interrupted, gently pulling Olga away from the conversation.Â
âWhere is Ale? Is she coming late?â You asked, confused by the sad look on Olgaâs face.Â
âNo, nena, Iâm sorry. She didnât want to see Alba, so she decided not to come. I tried to convince her to, but she didnât listen.â Olga said delicately. You looked like youâd been hit across the face, honestly, and Olga wanted nothing more than to march home and drag Alexia over here, but she knew better to try to convince the blonde to do something she had decided she wouldnât. âShe said she texted you?âÂ
You pulled your phone out, taking a deep breath when you saw almost identical texts from both of your sisters.Â
Canât make it tonight. Iâll come see it another time. Good luck!Â
Sorry, hermanita, I canât come tonight. Love you.
You had been so excited for them to see their pictures. There was a little note up on the wall, too, a statement thanking everyone for coming. In it, you mentioned being excited to allow your sisters to finally see the photos, as theyâd been begging to for a while now. And they hadnât come.Â
A wave of embarrassment washed over you, your cheeks flushing red. You were angry, too, but you blinked your tears back, looking up at Olga and trying to look more put together than you felt.Â
âNo Alba either.â You said, your voice cracking slightly.Â
âOh, nena, I am so sorry.â Olga whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. It was too soft, and too comforting. You pulled away rapidly, shaking your head.Â
âItâs fine. I donât care.â You said, cutting the brunette off before she could say anything else. âI have to go talk to someone, thank you for coming, Olga.âÂ
You rushed away from your sisterâs girlfriend, focusing on taking deep breaths. You couldnât be sad, not right now. So many people had come here to celebrate you and your work, and you werenât going to ruin it. You could be upset later. It was almost excruciating, pretending that you werenât upset that your sisters hadn't come, but you managed it. You kept up a pretty good façade for the rest of the evening, even when you saw Olga speaking in hushed voices to Irene and Mapi, even when everyone kept asking where Ale and Alba were. You held it together. Because you, unlike them, could pretend that nothing was wrong for the sake of others.Â
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Your mother knew you better than anyone. You should have been thrilled, ecstatic. Everything had gone so well. Your photos had been a hit, the owners of the gallery had been thrilled. She realized neither of her other daughters had shown up, but she assumed they had talked that through with you. She wasnât sure what was wrong with you, but when you declined going out with some of your friends as the night came to an end, Eli knew something wasnât right.Â
She had every intention of letting you come to her, but you werenât talking. As everyone began to file out of the gallery, saying their final goodbyes, Eli overheard you tell your friends you were going to go home because you were tired. You didn't say a single word to her aside from telling her that youâd see her at home, before you practically fled the building, heading for your car. She didnât couldnât imagine what was wrong, never expecting her daughters to have done what they did. Eli didnât even think of them being a possible reason as to why you were upset. Mapi pulled her aside, though, before she could go after you, an infuriated look on her face.Â
âDo you know what your daughters have done?â She asked quietly.Â
Eli frowned. âNo. What have they done?âÂ
Mapi shook her head. âThey both bailed on tonight over text to pequeña. They are in some stupid fight that theyâve put her in the middle of, and they didnât want to see each other, so they didnât come.âÂ
Suddenly, Eli was quite furious at her eldest daughters. There would be hell to pay, sheâd make sure of it. How could they be so selfish, and ruin your night like this? Youâd been almost beside yourself for weeks about this night, and she knew the people you wanted to impress most were your sisters. And they hadnât come. Before she yelled at them, though, she needed to go home to you, because she was very sure that you werenât okay. Your odd behavior made sense, now, and Eliâs heart ached at the thought of you driving all by yourself while you were so upset.Â
âI will deal with them.â Eli said quietly. âThank you for telling me, MarĂa, and for coming. It meant a lot to her.âÂ
Mapi smiled sympathetically. âOf course. Let me know if you need help kicking some Putellas ass.âÂ
Eli chuckled. âI will.âÂ
She set off to her car after that, ignoring Alexiaâs numerous phone calls. Likely, Olga had arrived home and laid into her for not coming, and Alexia was looking to be let off the hook from her Mami that she hadnât messed up that badly. Eli wouldnât be doing that.Â
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You didnât make it far into the house. In your new dress, one that was reminiscent of the dress Alexia had worn to win her first balon dâor, youâd collapsed onto the couch, harsh sobs ripping their way out of your chest. You cried until your makeup ran and your chest hurt. Until your Mami arrived home, rushing through the door, her heart breaking when she saw the state you were in. Eli was by your side instantly, pulling you into her arms. It was rare that a hug from your mother didnât make you feel better, but this was the case today. You werenât really sure that anything would help, but you still buried yourself into your Mamiâs arms, wishing more than anything that she could fix this for you.Â
âThey didnât come, Mami,â you sobbed.Â
âI know, mija, I am so sorry.âÂ
âAm I not more important than their stupid fight?â You asked, looking up at your mother with a devastated expression on your face. âI was so excited for them to see, I just wanted them to be proud of me.âÂ
Eli felt anger fill her at a level sheâd never quite felt before. âI am proud of you, cariño, so proud of you. Itâs all going to be okay, I promise. Everything is going to be fine.â She soothed, running her hand through your hair, shushing you softly. Her fury would have to wait, until you stopped crying. Eli would always put you first when you needed it, even if your sisters didnât.Â
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It was late by the time youâd stopped crying and headed up to bed. With a soft goodnight to your Mami, youâd slumped upstairs, barely changing into your pajamas before you collapsed into your bed, absolutely exhausted. Being disappointed was tiring, apparently. And you were more disappointed than youâd ever been in your life.Â
Downstairs, Eli waited until she heard your door shut before she pulled her phone out, returning one of the 15 missed calls from her eldest daughter. Alexia picked up quickly, her voice dripping with guilt.
âMami, I-â
âNo. Do not try to explain yourself. You and Alba have done a terrible thing, Alexia. I am not sure how you will make it up to your sister, but you will. You will figure out how to fix it, you will apologize, you will mean it.âÂ
âSĂ, Mami.â Alexia said, her voice small like when she used to get scolded for kicking the football in the house or holding the tv remote high out of her sistersâ reach.Â
âI am so disappointed, Alexia. In you and Alba both.â
âI know, Mami.â Alexia replied, blinking hard to fight off her tears. âIâll fix it, Al and I will fix it.âÂ
âYou will. Goodnight, Alexia. I love you.â Eli was furious, but sheâd always say it, always make sure her daughters knew how loved they were.Â
âI love you too Mami,â the blonde choked out, feeling worse about this than sheâd ever felt about anything in her entire life.Â
Eli called Alba next, who was significantly more clueless about the situation. Neither had known the other wasnât going, but it was beyond your mother how either of her daughters could have underestimated how important to you this night was. Alba was in tears, like Alexia, by the end of the call, also promising her mother sheâd fix it.Â
Eli knew the level of guilt Alexia and Alba must have been feeling at the moment, considering how protective they were of you. They never wanted you to be hurt, but you were. And they were the reason why. As she checked on you, ensuring you were asleep, she knew that her older daughters would go to the ends of the earth to make this up to you.Â
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Alba was sitting on her couch, willing herself to be the bigger person and pick up the phone to call Alexia, when she heard a knock at the door. The brunette knew who was there before she pulled it open, not flinching when her older sister was standing on her front porch.Â
Alexia had a drink carrier in one hand, and two bags in the other, giving Alba an unreadable look. âCan I come in?âÂ
Alba nodded, stepping aside to let her sister in. The blonde headed for the living room, setting the coffees down, and grabbing hers out of the holder. Alba grabbed the other, noting that it was her favorite coffee, and her favorite breakfast pastry, from her favorite bakery. A bakery Alexia didnât particularly like, but had clearly stopped at just for Alba.Â
It was a peace offering. One that Alba took, grabbing the coffee and the pastry, sitting on the couch next to her sister in a much less tense silence. They made up in the way only sisterâs could, with no words necessary for either of them to know that the other was sorry for what had been said.Â
âWe fucked up.â Alexia said after a minute, glancing at her sister.Â
âWe really did.â Alba replied.Â
âWe have to fix it.â Alexia declared.Â
âWe really do.â Alba agreed.Â
âAre you going to keep agreeing with me, or are you going to come up with a solution here?âÂ
âAs the one who started the fight that led to us letting our sister down, I think it should be you who solves the problem, Alexia.â Alba retorted, a smirk on her face.Â
Her sister shook her head, shoving the brunetteâs shoulder lightly. âYou are supposed to be the smart one, hermana. Get thinking.âÂ
âNew car?âÂ
âNew house?â
âCan we buy her a country?â
They broke into laughter, the tension completely gone from the room, before they really got brainstorming. They were a good team when they werenât fighting, and it wasnât long before theyâd come up with something that they hoped would make up for their horrible behavior.Â
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The minute you saw Alexiaâs car pull into the driveway from your spot on the couch, you were standing up, prepared to flee the room. Youâd known this would happen at some point today, but you werenât ready to see them. You felt so humiliated and so neglected, you were sure that seeing them would have you in tears, and you didnât really want to show that emotion in front of them. Not now, not when they were the reason you were so upset.Â
You knew how important family was to your mother, though, and you knew that if she told you to stay and talk to them, you would. Looking at her cautiously, you took in the wary expression on her face.Â
âDo you want to hear them out, mija?â Eli asked gently.Â
âNo. I donât want to see them right now. Please donât make me.â You begged.Â
âI wonât make you do anything. Go upstairs, Iâll tell you when theyâre gone.â Eli sighed, and with her permission, you practically sprinted up the stairs to your room, closing and locking the door behind you.Â
Your older sisters walked through the doors to the house like they were afraid of what awaited them inside, and it seems that they should have been. Eli stood from her chair, walking over to them, looking unimpressed at the large present in Alexiaâs hands.Â
âHola Mami,â Alba greeted softly. They both wanted to make this up to you, of course, but they also hated when their mother was mad at them.Â
âI do not think that buying her a present is going to fix this.â Eli said pointedly. Alexia and Alba exchanged nervous glances, relaxing slightly when Eli allowed them further into the house. âWhat is it?âÂ
âItâs the new camera. The brand new canon model that she wanted, with all the extra lenses and storage and stuff.â Alexia said, feeling less and less confident about how she and Alba had chosen to go about this.Â
âAnd you think that is enough?â Eli asked bluntly.Â
âItâs a start.â Alba said, a bit defensively. âWe know we messed up, Mami, and we missed the opening night but we can go see it today. Are you not being a little dramatic about this?âÂ
Alexia shot her younger sister a look, knowing exactly how hurt you were, because Olga had returned home from the gallery and told her.Â
âYou did not see her last night. When she realized you werenât coming? She completely shut down. She talked to everyone she needed to, but I did not see her smile the rest of the night. She rushed out of the building just as the evening ended, and by the time I got home, she was sitting on the couch, sobbing. It was supposed to be her night, and you ruined it.â Eli snapped.Â
Alexia and Alba both looked appropriately ashamed, their heads dropping, gazes pointed at the floor in an almost identical fashion. They felt guilty, obviously, but Eli wasnât quite sure they understood that it wasnât just about them missing your event. It was so much more than that.Â
âShe asked me why she is not more important to both of you than an argument. I do not want to spoil the gallery, but I do not think you understand how embarrassing it was for her to have countless photos of you two up on the wall, when you did not even come.âÂ
Both her daughtersâ heads snapped up at this. âOf us?â Alba asked. âThe project was of us?âÂ
âIt was about her loved ones. You two were featured more than anyone else. She was so excited to see your reactions to the photos.â Eli continued, only making them feel worse.Â
âPlease, Mami, I cannot hear anymore.â Alexia said softly, her heart aching at the thought of how upset you must be at the moment. Every detail that her mother added made it worse. She wasnât sure sheâd ever done anything like this to you before, and the thought that you might not forgive her was filling her with anxiety.Â
âNo, you will hear all of it.â Eli said, shaking her head. âShe said to me, âI was so excited for them to see, I just wanted them to be proud of me.ââÂ
âWe are proud of her, she has to know that.â Alba cut in desperately. Her mother just shook her head.Â
âShe does not. Nothing she ever does feels very important to either of you, because it is always something you have done before. This was something that was her own, and she just wanted to share it with you. Everything your sister does is so that you two will be proud of her, and pay attention to her.âÂ
At this, Alexia stood up from the couch, walking over to the window and putting her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook with silent cries, and neither her mother or her sister were very surprised at the emotional outburst. Alexia was always emotional when it came to you; she remembered the day youâd been born, every milestone in your life. You were your very tough sisterâs soft spot.Â
âDo you think we can fix it?â Alba asked quietly, terrified of her motherâs answer.Â
With a deep sigh, Eli nodded her head. Alexia turned around hopefully, hanging on to Eliâs every word. âYour baby sister has always been more forgiving than both of you. She is hurt, but she will forgive you. She loves you both too much not to.âÂ
Every word Eli said felt like a bullet to the chest to both of your sisters, something your mother was well aware of. She wasnât going to sugar coat this. It was silent in the room for several minutes, every member of the family lost in thought. Alexia looked furious with herself, Alba looked like she was close to tears, and Eli just looked disappointed. Sheâd always trusted your sisters to take care of you when she couldnât, but she wasnât so sure she had that confidence in them anymore.Â
âI have an idea.â Alexia said finally, looking between her mother and her sister hesitantly. They both agreed to what she proposed, though, and it wasnât long before Eli had pulled out some paper and pens for her daughters. They both sat on the floor around the coffee table and got writing. It was reminiscent of when theyâd do their homework in the same spot years ago, sitting on the floor so they could play with you while they finished their assignments.Â
Now, though, you were painfully absent from the scene in front of your mother, and Eli could only hope that this would work.Â
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Alexia and Alba agreed that only one of them would go upstairs, give you the two pieces of paper, and let you be for the evening. Alexia was desperate to see you, while Alba wasnât sure she could do so without crying, and she didnât particularly want to put that on you at the moment. You hated seeing your sisters upset, and she didnât want to inadvertently guilt you into forgiving her before you were ready. So, Alexia made her way upstairs, agreeing to Eliâs warnings to leave you alone if you wouldnât let her in.Â
Her knock on your door was uncharacteristically gentle, and her voice was almost shaky as she announced herself.Â
âNena? Can I come in for a minute?âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, feeling rather satisfied to see the guilt all over her face.Â
Alexia stepped into the room, looking so nervous and so unlike herself. She was fidgeting with two pieces of paper in her hands, barely able to bring herself to look you in the eye. âI am so sorry, hermanita. More sorry than I can put into words.â She didn't seem to know what else to say, and you rolled your eyes.Â
âDo you think that is enough?â You asked.Â
Alexia shook her head rapidly. âNo, I know it isnât. Alba and I are going to fix this, nena, I promise. Whatever we have to do, whatever it takes. We will make this up to you. There is nothing more important to us than you.âÂ
Your eldest sister could tell you didnât believe her, the way you looked away from her was a dead giveaway.Â
âI know you are upset, and that is okay. I just⊠can I give you a hug, nena? You can still be mad at me and everything. Iâd just really like an hermanita hug.â Alexia said vulnerably, tears clouding her vision. She had underestimated how painful it would be to see you so upset with her, but her chest truly ached as she took in the betrayal and disappointment on your face. A few tears fell from her eyes, and it was this bit of emotion that had you nodding your head, stepping forward as Alexia wrapped her arms around you almost painfully tight.Â
It made you feel better, even though it probably shouldnât have. Your sisterâs hugs always felt warm and safe, and today was no exception. Even though sheâd hurt you. It was still Alexia, and she was a hard person to stay mad at. Still, you pulled away before you wanted to, and the blonde cleared her throat, holding out the pieces of paper for you.Â
âFrom me and Alba. We will be downstairs, if you want to talk.â Your sister opened and closed her mouth a few times, before shaking her head, mustering a weak smile, and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her, something she never did, always insisting on leaving it open just to bother you.Â
You opened your sistersâ letters, not quite sure what you would be reading. You werenât quite angry anymore, just sad. You were never one to hold a grudge, but you werenât sure how they were going to be able to make this stop hurting.Â
You underestimate, however, how well your sisters knew you, and combined with the information they had from Eli, they knew just what to say. You read both the letters a few times, tears streaming down your face for what felt like the 12th time that day. This time, though, they were good tears.Â
Both letters were similar, but very⊠specific to each of your sisters.Â
Alexiaâs was practically a bullet pointed list, in her messy, big handwriting. There was a mark on the page that looked suspiciously like a teardrop, and Alexia talked about her emotions in the letter the way she always did in real life; saying as little as possible, while still somehow saying a whole lot.Â
Albaâs was a real letter, paragraph after paragraph of neat writing, beautifully articulating what she wanted to say to you. It was always a bit surprising to remember how perceptive Alba was. She was a forgetful person, but not when it came to the things that mattered. This was clear in the letter, as she listed small details out that you hadnât thought sheâd noticed.Â
Both of the letters were an apology. An apology, and a deep dive into how proud of you Alexia and Alba were. They apologized for not making it clear, before going back to when you were a baby, and they watched you walk for the first time. Through the years, they had overlapping and different memories of things youâd done that made them swell with pride. There were things you remembered, and things you didnât, but they made you feel special all the same. Alexia and Alba did pay attention, that much was clear. Even if they werenât always the best at showing it, they paid attention to you.Â
It did more than a verbal apology could have ever done. It was something tangible, kind, warm and loving. It made you feel loved, and seen. It made you feel like you mattered. You werenât Alexia, and you werenât Alba, but you were you, and they felt that to be something much more special.Â
You tried to hold out a bit longer, you really did, but you were putting the letters down and rushing downstairs before you could really stop yourself.Â
You passed the kitchen on the way to the living room, where your Mami was preparing dinner, a small, relieved smile on her face. Wishing you had something funny and unbothered to say, you walked into the room, seeing your sisters sitting on the couch, looking pathetically distraught.Â
âHola.â You said softly, feeling indescribably happy when both of their faces lit up at the sight of you, and you quickly crossed the room, wedging yourself in between them. They made room for you, as they always did, allowing you to fit easily into your spot squished with Alexia on one side, and Alba on the other.Â
They each wrapped an arm around you, and both tried to pull you in opposite directions. It was ironic, the way they used you to play a silly game of tug of war. This time, however, they stopped pulling when they realized neither of them would win. Instead, they both wrapped you into a very awkward and suffocating hug, arms wrapped around you from seemingly every direction.Â
âI love you, nena.â Alexia whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.Â
Alba did the same to your cheek. âI am so sorry, hermanita, and I love you so much,â she whispered.Â
âI know.â You said softly. âI forgive you.â Â
And if it had been either of them in your position, it would have taken a lot more. You were the forgiving sister, though, and youâd really just needed proof that your sisters thought that you were as important as you felt them to be.Â
When Eli came in the room a few minutes later, it was to see the three of you in a rather familiar position; you in the middle, each of your sisters holding on to as much of you as they could, completely content. Theyâd always like to hold you like that, starting when you were a baby. Alexia would carefully put you on the couch in between them, and put a movie on. They would take turns telling you all the important details your brain was far too small to comprehend, but you didnât squirm, and you didnât fuss. You would stay plopped right in between them, one of each of their fingers gripped tight in your hands.Â
It was a lot different now, because you were all bigger. It looked like an uncomfortable pile of limbs on the couch, but Eli knew you were all as comfortable as youâd ever get.Â
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Neither of your sisters seemed very willing to let you out of their sight anytime soon, which you were sure would grow annoying very fast. For now, though, you enjoyed the attention, especially when Alexia pushed the wrapped box that had been sitting on the table into your hands.Â
And, youâd already forgiven them before youâd seen the camera theyâd bought you, one that youâd been desperately wanting for a while. If you hadnât forgiven them, though, you would have now. You could be bought, and your sisters were well aware of it. As was your Mami. She rolled her eyes as you stared in awe at the camera, as Alexia and Alba looked on proudly, sharing a discreet fist bump. Personally, Eli thought youâd let them off kind of easy, but she shouldnât have underestimated you. You were a youngest child, and you knew how to get what you wanted.Â
âCan we go see your photos after dinner?â Alba asked, not even getting a glance from you, your attention completely zeroed in on the camera in your hands.Â
âNope.â You replied. Alexia and Alba looked uneasily at each other, and then at their Mami for guidance, before you spoke again. âAlexia, you are going to clean my room. And Alba, you are going to make me those cookies I like. We can go see the gallery tomorrow.âÂ
Your face was smug, and your mother stifled a laugh as your sisters looked disgruntled at each other. Begrudgingly, though, they both nodded.Â
âAnything for the princess.â Alexia mumbled, and Alba snickered quietly.Â
âWhat was that?â You asked, turning your attention to your sisters. They looked at you in defiance, smirks on both of their faces, not willing to let you completely walk all over them, even if they deserved it.Â
âYou heard me.â Alexia teased. âThe baby princess always gets her way.âÂ
âReally, Ale?â You asked calmly, before turning to Eli, your new camera briefly forgotten on the table in front of you. âMami, do you have any plans in two weekends? I was thinking we could take a trip just the two of-âÂ
Alexia cut you off by rather aggressively throwing herself at you, covering your mouth with her hand. âNO HERMANITA!â The blonde shouted. âOh, gross, nena, really?â She groaned, pulling her hand away when you licked it. You smiled triumphantly, managing to push away from her a bit.Â
âYou are not a princess, nena. Just a little baby.â Alba chimed in, reaching over from her chair to pinch your cheek in one hand. âNow keep quiet before you ruin the surprise and give Ale a stroke.âÂ
Your mother shook her head, taking pity on her eldest daughter, who looked prepared to explode at the thought of the surprise being ruined. âDo you think I do not know you were planning a trip for the four of us, Alexia? Honey, you asked me several times if I was free that weekend, and reminded me not to make any plans then either. You also asked me for hotel recommendations, and pretended it was for you and Olga. You are a bad liar, mija. I have known for weeks.â Eli laughed.Â
Alexia frowned, shoving you and Alba both away from her as you both collapsed into giggles, despite the fact that this was entirely her fault, and you and Alba were blameless. She knew there was teasing coming her way, but the smile on your face was well worth it. Order had been restored, and both of your sisters had made promises to themselves, and to each other, to not let their arguments hurt you anymore. You were just happy to have them both there, at home. All four of you together, how it was supposed to be.Â
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it will really always be funny to me that my sister and i do not say the words "i'm sorry" to each other. like we'd both rather die than apologize. she could hit me with her car and i wouldn't want her to apologize because... ew. anyway sometimes having a sister is cool and sometimes its not but i love mine.
everyone applaud me for not splitting this into two parts. seriously i am astounded at myself right now.
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feels like we only go backwards
is this all you'll ever be? (angst -> comfort/fluff)
âI donât know how many times I have to tell you, but I am done with this.âÂ
All of your adult life, you thought that the six month mark argument stage was a myth. Maybe thatâs because you hadnât ever made it to that milestone before, dating wasnât your thing.
âAnd everytime you say that, I donât understand what you mean!âÂ
Apparently it was true.
âNo, you do not get to pull that card. You know exactly what I mean. I come home after working all day, exhausted, just to hear you whine and complain about chores and other bullshit. You work from home, I travel all over Spain and Europe, so I'm sorry if I forget my chores once in a while!âÂ
You think it's unfair that the person you are truly, genuinely, wholeheartedly in love with is the one you can't stop arguing against. Relationships aren't meant to be like that, even you can recognise and acknowledge that after years and years of failed attempts at them.
âWhat, just because you're famous you think you're more important than me? That your job is more exhausting? I rarely work from home, the only time I do is when you're actually in the city so that I can try and see you! How fucking selfish are you? My job is important, in fact I make an actual difference to people's lives whereas you kick a ball around the pitch and expect everyone to worship you for it!âÂ
The first one began when you were running late picking Alexia up after she had a meeting, her car was in the garage and the weather was especially awful that day. Maybe the torrential downpour should have been a sign of things to come, things only got worse from then onwards.
âMy job IS important! It is my life, if you can't understand that part of me then I don't know why you're still here!âÂ
Alexia feels like the walls are closing in on her where she lays on her couch, thinks her life might end after a particularly bad argument, the worst of them all so far. For weeks, the tension had been simmering slowly, but now it had boiled over completely. She wasnât sure she would get you back.
âWow. Okay. You know, if you never loved me, liked me, even. I wish you would have told me to leave sooner.âÂ
Both of you were to blame in all this, you two knew that. For some reason, you were just too stubborn to acknowledge that fact and do anything about it. So you both sat in different apartments in the same city, lost and fatalistically melancholic about a situation that could be solved with some simple communication. One conversation could save you from this, but were either of you brave enough to take that first step?
âDios mĂo, now you are being even more ridiculous. How can you say that after all I have done for you?âÂ
You donât think youâve ever hated yourself more than you did, lying in bed and feeling sorry for yourself. Your neighbours were probably on the other side of the wall, laughing at the pity party happening in the next apartment over. From this moment on, you could never take the elevator again, you think the small talk that would occur might be your last straw.
âAll you have done? Enlighten me on what you think love is, Alexia, because youâre making it out to be something transactional, and if thatâs the case then this relationship might be the worst fucking âinvestmentâ of my life. Donât even act like youâre some kind of saint either, I have spent the last month feeling more alone than loved.âÂ
That final statement from you was when the penny dropped for Alexia. It was a sentence that would haunt her forever. There wasnât even a thing she could do about it either; you slipped your shoes on, and walked out after it.Â
You didnât mean to leave at that precise moment, you knew that was the worst thing to do in an argument. In all honesty, it wasnât even to make a point to Alexia. What you admitted in that moment felt way too vulnerable, you inwardly cringed when the words fell out. Your only choice then, it felt like, to save the last ounce of your dignity was to flee so that you didnât give your heart the chance to feel bad for saying that to the woman you loved.
Being annoyed and angry didnât come naturally to you, being sympathetic did. You knew you would have instantly felt a hundred times more guilty if you had stayed to see her reaction. And thankfully, for some time, you didnât feel regret or remorse, you were hot with rage. Alexia didnât try to stop you leaving, nor did she follow you.Â
But then, in the quiet safe haven of your apartment, those feelings began to set in. Not even the dark of your bedroom or the comfort of your duvet could fend them off, sleep decided to go against you that night and opt out of helping you. That left you with no choice but to dwell on the eveningâs events, the weekâs dramas, and the monthâs emotional turmoil.Â
It had been one of the hardest months of your life, you just wanted it to be over. Instead, the only thing that seemed to have ended was your relationship.
And on the other side of the city, a two-time Ballon dâOr winner had reduced herself to tears after the realisation that all she had come to be in football had meant she had totally disregarded who she was at home and, more importantly, who she came home to.Â
In football, when you make a mistake, there are twenty-plus people that will put you in your place and tell you exactly where you went wrong. In life, there is no such thing. There is no system, only consequence. Age was irrelevant when it came to learning things. Here, she was humbled in a way she had never been before, no nutmeg or own goal could match this. She knew, the moment it sunk in, that she needed it.Â
She also needed you; she needed your love, your joy, your touch, if she ever hoped to feel whole again. The pain of the nightâs occurrence was almost as horrible as the longing she felt when she thought back on the first months of knowing you. All was right in the world then â she was playing great football, and she had an incredible partner to come home to. Out of all the things she missed, all the obvious things, one thing that once seemed incredibly minor soon stepped out of the shadows and stabbed her right in the chest.
Knowing that, after the day sheâd had no matter if it was good or bad, she would still get to come home to you was an unexplainable feeling. It was a phenomenon she wasnât sure she could ever put into words. Something about being exhausted or full of energy, grumpy and miserable or content and calm, and still having someone that loved her was⊠priceless. If she lost that, you, forever, she was sure her heart would beat a little slower, have less will to live and function. A life without love like yours simply wasnât worth it.Â
As you both lay down in separate flats, only a car ride between you, the anxieties and the doubts were the same. Your soul was nearly a reflection of hers; the same morals, the same worries, the same guilt. Only the reasons for the last two were different. You were both determined characters, at work and in life in general. Alexia decided to put hers to good use.
Alexia: Iâm coming over.
Initially, that text you received only made you feel a thousand times worse. The moment your phone vibrated with the notification, you scrambled to pick it up, hoping it was anything but that text. Maybe if you were in a better state of mind, you wouldnât have spiralled at the sight of it. Maybe if you didnât think your relationship was already dead and done with, it wouldnât have been the final nail in the coffin.Â
Staying in bed and feeling sorry for yourself was no longer cutting it, you had to get up and move. So, move you did. You never stopped pacing for a second. You waited for her in the lounge, a room that may as well have been a shrine to the woman about to serve you the worst news of your life. Framed photos littered the walls and any surface in sight â you were always an old soul, something Alexia adored about you. The way you demanded to have photos of every single person you loved on display reminded her of her mother, it was a sentiment that never failed to make her smile.Â
But it wasnât just the photos, it was the signs of life. The most agonising reminders of what simplicities you would lose; one of her jackets hung on the wall by the door, the dishes piled up in the sink from when you had shared breakfast just that morning, the book of yours she had been borrowing to read when she came over. They all served as a horrifying mockery of what you were about to let slip from your grasp.Â
You had her, and soon you wouldnât.Â
The pacing stopped then, the sudden, strange grief strong enough to break through the autopilot movement of your legs and allow the world to come falling down on you. Whoever said that heartbreak didnât cause a physical reaction clearly hadnât lost a person like Alexia. She was one-in-eight-billion. No amount of searching would lead you to anyone that came remotely close to the beauty of her heart, her mind, and her soul.
âCariño, let me in, please!â The pounding at your door brought you out of whatever pit of dread you had fallen into, only for you to fall right back into it the moment you came to. âPlease. I need to talk to you, amor.â
â-if you can't understand that part of me then I don't know why you're still here!âÂ
Then why is she here?
The sound of the lock sliding and the door opening sent a surge of relief through Alexia, though it left the second she saw your face. Eyes full of tears and cheeks reddened by past drops that had fallen, even hours after the earlier altercation. The sun had set long ago, and it had taken any remaining hints of hope with it.
âWhy are you here?â You said, knowing that the confidence you tried to put on crumbled with the crack of emotion in your voice.
âLet me in. Please, amor, I canât⊠I canât.â Sounded like she didnât have much faith in her facade either, judging by the desperation in the way she spoke. There was also a drop of disdain too that you knew was aimed entirely at herself, youâd heard it before, and even after the way the day had gone, or rather the month, it still hurt to hear your favourite person in the world to talk like that.
If she was surprised at how you stood to the side to let her in, she didnât show it.Â
âAlexiaâŠâ You started, but trailed off fairly quick. You didnât know what to say.
âNo, donât call me that. Please, not you.â She shook her head with the same amount of desperation as what was in her tone.Â
You closed the door and slowly padded your way over to where she stood in the centre of the lounge. As you came to stand in front of her, you noticed the gloss of her eyes that glistened in the moonlight streaming through the window. The way you reached out and delicately put a hand on her arm was all instinct.
âWhat's wrong?â You asked quietly, but that only seemed to cause more unrest.
âQuĂ©? What's wrong?! The fact that we love each other and we cannot stop arguing! Why are we against each other when we are supposed to be on the same team? I-itâs absurd, amor, I-â
âAle, Ale, calm down.â Your other hand came up to grab her arm, holding tightly in an effort to grasp her attention.Â
She didn't deserve your time. She had neglected you for the past month, yet here you were, taking her heart and caring for it with a tenderness that would make the world stop.
âI canât live like this anymore. I canât treat you like this anymore.â
Here it comes.
Your hands fell away when she said that, and the roles reversed. You slipped into a state of panic, though you tried to hide it, whilst Alexiaâs composure came back to her.
âFrom now on, no more arguing. No more arguing, no more shouting, no more of it. It is not good for us, you donât deserve it.â She had to get that out first, then take a deep breath, before she could move on to what really mattered to her. âI love you. These arguments hurt the both of us, but I cannot stand making you cry or making you feel alone. Dios, I will never make you feel like that again even if it kills me.â
Her words werenât registering in your mind, you were nearly in a state of shock. Only minutes before she had showed up, you were in a near catatonic state at the anticipation of the death of your relationship. That wasnât the case here.
âWhat?â You murmured, crossing your arms over your chest in a way that broke Alexiaâs heart once more, because it was like you did it to defend yourself.Â
She tried her best to soften her demeanour, from her body language to her eyes, and she cautiously stepped over. Her hands landed gently on your cheeks, brushing away the tears there, and she gazed at you with a softness you werenât expecting to ever see again.
âI am sorry for how I have behaved towards you and I will say sorry for the rest of my life. I canât lose you, amor, I would rather lose everything else in my life if it meant I could have you. I didnât recognise that in the past and I am so sorry it took me this long to realise it. You donât deserve my behaviour and I donât deserve you.â
She let out a shaky breath, leaning down to rest her forehead against yours as she swallowed the lump in her throat and willed herself to get through her next words.
âWhat I said earlier, I do not mean it and I never could. I have never loved someone like I love you, and even though that scares me a tiny bit, I wouldnât have it any other way. I want you around, and I want you to want me around too. There are no excuses for the way I have neglected you and treated you, and I will be better. I will be better, I promise.â
âIâŠâ You choked back your emotions and prepared yourself for her reaction to your next words. âI thought you were coming here to break up with me.â
Even though she was the one touching you, you sensed her whole body stiffen at that. You opened your eyes, not having even realised they were closed in the first place, and saw her eyes tightly shut and the familiar frown to her face. Though, there was a tremble to her chin that told you she was fighting back her sobs.Â
âNo.â Was all she muttered as she shook her head gently against yours. She quickly moved away then, and the loss of her was terrifying for a moment, before you realised she had just turned around to hide her tears for a moment when she wiped her face on the inside of her shirt, turning back afterward. Her hands cradled your face in the same way she did a moment ago. âNo. Iâm not breaking up with you and I donât want to break up with you, ever. For as long as you let me, I will love you. I even-â
Her eyes went comically wide then, and if the moment wasnât so serious, you probably would have laughed.
âWhat?â You wondered, watching in amusement as she groaned and threw her head back.Â
âI bought two bouquets of flowers for you and I left them both in my car.âÂ
Even though you felt a little bad, you laughed at her admission. You laughed, genuinely and freely, and it felt different to any of the laughs youâd let out in the past few weeks. When Alexia moved past her frustration, she couldnât help but join in with you. And before you knew it, your shared laughter bounced off of the walls despite the tears still present on either of your faces. The moment was funny, in fact the whole situation of both the flowers and the arguments that had been had were ridiculous.
Most of the time, you couldnât even pick out why the argument started. Not to mention most fights were just rehashing the same points and excuses over and over. So yeah, it was ridiculous.
Alexia, however, wasnât expecting you to wrap your arms around her in a hug she had missed for⊠she didnât even know. Every act of intimacy of the last month had felt forced, with an ounce of apprehension in them. This hug, it was different. It was sincere and filled with the love that had been lacking recently. To be honest, it took her breath away.
âYouâre not breaking up with me.â You mumbled into her neck where you had buried your face, a bashful smile on your face.Â
âIâm not breaking up with you. If youâll forgive me, if youâll have me still, Iâm not breaking up with you.âÂ
That sentence especially caught your attention. You leaned back in her arms, keeping your own tight around her, and looked up at her in confusion.
âAle, if you forgive me. I said some horrible things too, it wasnât only you. I was just as bad.â The blonde smiled sadly down at you and shook her head softly before moving forward to place a gentle, reassuring kiss to your temple.
âWe both said some mean things. I want to forget it for now.â She whispered. You were more than happy to entertain her in that.
âMe too. I love you, Ale. So much.â
No relationship was perfect, that you knew now. But even through the arguments, the disagreements, the particularly bad fights, every moment outside of those occurrences were worth it, and more.
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Yan!Alastor with a sweet little doe reader that loves to stay close to them and is rather clingy? Cuddles are a must, light kisses on the chin, wanting to walk together with held hands, physical contact is basically their love language! đ„° even going for his fluffy ears cause who wouldnât?? I love your writing btw! It makes me happy whenever you have something new for us â€ïž
SAY YOUâLL NEVER LEAVE ME!
â yandere!alastor x clingy!reader
â AGH!! this made me scream thank you sm i love you!!! violence warning! pure yandere fluff đČ
is in love with how clingy you are! you refuse to leave his side, and he didnât even need to force you! alastor loves a submissive darling whoâd do what he desires without asking
not to mention how innocent you are! how did such a sweet little doe such as yourself get into hell? st. peter must have been mistaken!
because of your pure nature, alastor would only want the best things for his darling! just promise him to be his forever, and the rest of hell will be in the palm of your hand.
alastor himself isnât one for physical touch though. he doesnât mind keeping you at his side nor does he mind the kisses, donât get it wrong, he adores your kisses! touching his ears though may be harder to adjust to.
he hates the reminder that he is a prey animal, he himself enjoys being the predator. your gentle touch against his fluffy ears and antlers as he twitches under your touch makes him quite uncomfortable to the fact youâre touching his weakest and most sensitive spot.
eventually, he grows to accept the fact that to be yours, he must make some sort of sacrifice. and if itâs this, so be itâŠ
although, because of your clingy behavior, it only raises his possessiveness. seeing you even talking to someone else would make his blood boil.
especially if it is someone alastor has conflict with; seeing you even be approached by lucifer or vox would make him jealous; his smile would grow strained, his murderous intent thick in the air, enough to cut with a knife.
against lucifer or fellow overlords, alastor wouldnât act upon it. despite his huge ego, he knows better than to pick a fight with demons who are more powerful than him.
to those who are lesser than him⊠unfortunately, theyâre not as lucky.
of course though, being the gentleman he is, he refuses to taint your soul with all the carnage and bloodshed he commits to keep you as his sweet doe.
âLIVE ON AIRâ the neon sign in alastorâs broadcast station lit up as the speakers across pentagram city came to life. a man begging for his life, screaming as various noises were heard. one could only assume the radio demon was tearing his soul to pieces.
the sound of flesh being ripped apart was gruesome as the sinnerâs bloodcurdling screams grew weaker. the sound of his corpse being hit against the walls of the station at least 40 times until alastor threw the body onto the floor.
when the man screamed no more, alastorâs voice was heard, sighing deeply, as if all his pent-up stress had just been released before joyful music started playing in the background. âgood evening, sinners! take this broadcast as a reminder not to mess with what belongs to me! lest youâd like me to feast on your screams.â alastor warned before he laughed maniacally. and then he was gone once more.
after releasing all of his fury, he returned back to your shared bedroom, his cute little doe in pretty jammies he bought for you. so comfy in bed while hugging a plushie of a manically-cute red kitty, the antlers on itsâ head resembling alastorâs. âalastor, what took so long?â you pouted as he began to retire in his nightwear, first taking off his bowtie.
âforgive me, my doe. there were many things to cover tonight on my radio broadcastâŠâ he smiled, pinching your plump cheeks; so yummy and jiggly under his touch. âcould i make it up to you tonight?â he smiled widely.
âugh, then hurry up, please?!â you hit the sheets in frustration. âahaha⊠just be patient, my darling.â he patted your head, getting into bed with you. turning off the lights before he wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, burying his face in your hair and leaving a trail of light kisses over your head.
the next time youâd see alastorâs broadcast station, a peculiar skeleton is pinned, adding a grotesque look to the hotel
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04 // Slave training // Good Girl
Summary: Lady Maximoff, the vampire Scarlet Witch, continues to train her new pet.
Pairing: Vampire!Scarlet Witch x Fem!Reader
Warnings: enchanted cocks, humiliation
Word count: 950
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âKneel.â
I got down on my knees as she commanded, head bowed. As much as I wouldâve liked to disobey her, the punishment I wouldâve gotten wasnât worth it.
âGood girl.â She smiled cruelly. âSpread.â
I hesitated and she let the riding crop she had been holding strike my back, leaving a red welt in its wake. My body trembled as I leaned forward, distributing my weight between my hands and my knees, spreading my legs so she could inspect me from behind.
She walked behind me, tilting her head as she looked at my ass and pussy.
âHm,â she hummed softly, letting the whip fall from my back to my ass, pressing it against me. âYour pussy looks hungry, darling. Do you need me to fill you up?â
I nodded and she pulled the whip from between my legs and struck my ass.
âWords.â
âYes, Lady Maximoff.â I said through gritted teeth.
She beamed with satisfaction, proud that her most disobedient pet was turning out to be very well behaved.
She undid her pants, pulling them down just enough that her red, enchanted cock popped out, already standing at attention.
âCome.â
I turned around and crawled to her, sitting on my knees in front of her. She looked down at me and smirked, taking the cock in her hand and stroking it languidly.
âSuck.â
She brought it to my lips and I took it in my mouth hungrily, breathing slowly through my nose so I could take her completely down my throat.
âThatâs right, pup,â she drawled, licking her lips and running a hand through my messy hair. âSuck mommyâs cock.â
I couldnât control the wetness that began to build up between my legs at her words. She had an odd power over me, one that I couldnât quite figure out.
I pulled off of her, swirling my tongue around the tip and licking up the base. I knew she could feel everything I did, so I made sure to do my very best.
She had once given me a cock and the feeling was beyond mind blowing. She had fucked me for hours, milking me for all that I was worth. As much as I hated her, my desire to be good for her and receive that treatment again was far greater.
âMm, your thoughts are so loud, pet.â She said as she guided me down on her cock, making me choke as I took her to the base. âYou want me to fuck you again like I did that first night?â
I hummed around her cock and she moaned lowly, gripping my hair tightly as she fucked my face. I knew she was close, I could feel it on my tongue. She was twitching in my mouth and if the sounds she was making was any indication, she was about to come.
Her cum spurt into my mouth and I was ready to take all of it when she pulled me off of her, her cum going all over my face and chest instead.
She glanced down at me and let out a little laugh at how I looked covered in her cum. Tears filled my eyes at the sound and I tried my best not to cry as I sat there, humiliated.
âDonât be upset, pup. Youâll be rewarded for being so good.â Her cock disappeared before my eyes and I stayed unmoving, waiting for her next command.
âLay down.â
I did as she said, laying back on the floor in front of her, legs spread before she even asked me to do it. I could tell from the look on her face that she was pleased with me. She slid out of her pants and tossed them aside, coming to stand next to me. She waved her fingers at my pussy and there, standing tall, was another enchanted cock. I bit my lip in anticipation, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
She stood over me, naked from the waist down, and lowered herself onto me, a leg on either side of my body as she gripped my cock and slid it inside of herself.
âOh,â she moaned at the feel of me inside of her. âYouâre so big, pup. Youâre gonna tear me apart.â
I whimpered beneath her, her words making my cock twitch and throb inside her. I raised my hips to meet her downward thrusts, excited to be receiving a reward rather than the punishment I had been getting during these training exercises.
âFaster.â She commanded and I did my best to please her, rutting my hips up towards her desperately.
She smiled down at me, her own hips moving against my own as she admired the mess she was making of me. My hands were balled up into fists on either side of my head, my eyes were closed, mouth just barely opened, and chest heaving. She knew I was close, rolling her hips slowly to prolong the ache.
âDo you deserve to cum, pet?â
âYes!â I cried, opening my eyes and pleading to her. âYes, Lady Maximoff, please let me cum!â
She gave me a nod and I relaxed beneath her, getting ready to spill my seed inside of her. This would be the first time I was allowed to cum since that very first night I spent with her.
I let out a high pitched whine as I came and she pulled herself off of me, my cum spurting all over my stomach. I looked down at myself as I came down from my high, disappointment coloring my features. I raised my eyes to look up at her and she was still smiling, now standing above me.
âI didnât say you could cum inside me, did I?â
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