#aw c'mon you know i had to bring it up! it's that important to me! :D

[puccafangirl]

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO THE ICE AGE FILM OF ALL TIME. 😭

[ssahotchnerr]

I feel like aaron would be the type to build furniture piece you bought without asking him to like you bought a book shelf or something and you bring the box in and leave it and next thing you know he built it lol

thoughtfulness

omg stop it right now that's such an aaron thing i could cry 😭<333333 cw; FLUFF

"aaron, baby?"

''in here."

you followed the sound of aaron's voice down the hall, finding him seated on the carpet. multiple tools were scattered around, a large cardboard box thrown off to the side, and your new bookshelf, fully built, was resting against the previously empty space at the wall. piles of your books and other miscellaneous trinkets were currently surrounding aaron, and he had already begun filling up the shelves sporadically.

you blinked at him in astonishment, not expecting to return home to this in the slightest. "what's this?"

"your bookshelf." aaron put it simply, adding another novel. his gaze shifted up to yours, an eyebrow lifted in endearing concern. "this is where you said you wanted it, right? i've started putting books in already, alphabetically, but obviously you can change it to however you prefer."

utterly speechless at his gesture, you could only approach and pull him up by his shirt collar. once in more accessible reach, you didn't hesitate for a second to place your lips onto his, aaron immediately melting into your touch.

he hummed softly against your lips after a moment, a small smile forming on his face. "welcome home."

you shook your head amusingly, your hand raising to his torso and gently running your hand along his chest. "i could've built this. it wasn't lying around for you to do."

aaron waved your statement off, his hands finding your waist. "i wanted to. and i wanted to surprise you." a thoughtful sigh escaped him, voice lowering solemnly. "i know you've been busy with work lately, a bit stressed, and i know you've been looking forward to getting this set up and just haven't found the time. so the sooner the better, if you ask me."

you sobered for a moment, extremely touched by his constant kindness and tenderness, always making the effort to make you feel seen and important.

in spite of that though, a tiny laugh blew from your nose, teasingly raising an eyebrow, "says the man who has the busiest schedule imaginable."

"maybe." a breathless laugh and an playful eye roll left him, leaning in to give you yet another kiss. "but never too busy for you darling."

"they broke the mold with you, aaron hotchner. thank you." you sighed happily, still in awe, your hand cupping his cheek. but you quickly switched tactics, grabbing onto his hand and dragging him back onto the carpet excitedly. "now c'mon! alphabetical is a good strategy to sort by, but-"

as you ventured off, talking about your bookshelf plans - seasonal candles to be placed on top according to the season, squealing in delight when you found a favorite read, giving him brief summaries on what a book's plot consisted of, or novels the two of you should read together - aaron could only look at you affectionately, admiring you as he listened, a small smile on his face.

you were simply radiating, and he couldn't get enough.

part 2 -> finishing touches —smut minors dni

[literallyjusttoa]

My top 7 Apollo exes from Ancient Greece

DISCLAIMER: Though I have done a lot of research of mythology for this, it is based off of the riordanverse version of Apollo. I won't be acknowledging any awful implications in versions of these myths, not because I don't think they're important, but because it simply isn't a part of riordanverse Apollo's characterization in the books. Also I'm not going to mention Copollo. I love Copollo like the rest of you, but sadly that is a Rick Riordan exclusive, and also technically Commodus is an ex from Ancient Rome, not Ancient Greece :3

Ok with that out of the way lets talk obscure and non-obscure Apollo relationships

7. Apollo & Thyia

This one clocks in at number 7 because I love the idea behind it, but it is the most bare bones relationship myth wise. All we really know is Thyia is a priestess of Dionysus and she and Apollo maybe had a kid once. But like, the idea of Apollo dating his brother's priest? Hilarious, A+ stuff. Also, Thyia isn't just one of Dionysus' priests, she is THE priest of Dionysus. She runs his temple in central greece, is thought to have offered the first sacrifice to him, and might have been the first Maenad? Either way this relationship must have been insane. Also she's a nymph so she's definitely still kicking out there, would love for these two to meet again.

6. Apollo & Hyacinthus

Ok ok I know what y'all are thinking. Number 6?? This is like Apollo's number 1 most tragic relationship of all time!!! And yes as an angst lover I do enjoy the pain this relationship brings our boy, but I just feel like there's not many places to go with this relationship besides what we already have. Like Apollo and Hyacinthus were kind of the perfect couple. Which, like, great for them, but it doesn't give me much space to add anything? I guess, great ship, no notes.

5. Apollo & Hypermnestra (& Oikles)

Ok, half the reason this is here is because her name is Hypermnestra. Slay. But also this is a great place to bring up my favorite little headcanon. In a lot of Apollo's relationships, there will be a child, and myths will have different versions with different fathers. Some say it's Apollo, while other's say it's whoever he dated's husband. In this case, myths disagree on whether Amphiaraus was Apollo's son or the son of Hypermnestra's husband, king Oikles (Oikles??? I love these names). The implication here is infidelity, but I disagree. No, I think every time there's confusion over who parentage it's because Apollo was dating both the woman he's said to be with and her husband, and therefore no one knows who ended up, y'know, fathering the child. Anyways Apollo dated both Hypermnestra and Oikles and you can't convince me otherwise.

4. Apollo & Branchus

I like this relationship because in my mind, I always thought it was Apollo's first. In one version of their myth, it is said that Apollo met Branchus after leaving Delos as a dolphin, which I always thought implied this was soon after he established Delphi, which was really early on. Idk something about a young Apollo accidentally revealing his godliness to this boy he really likes is just so sweet to me. And he makes Branchus into a prophet, which is so cool! These two are cutie-patooties is what I'm saying.

3. Apollo & Kyparissos

C'mon, the man died of grief because his deer died. Throughout ToA we learn that deep down Apollo is a mushy ball of emotions and compassion, and that convinced me that these two spent 75% of their relationship crying over baby animals and pretty people. I love the idea of Apollo dating someone who's honestly just as much of a loser as he is. And while it is sad that Kyparissos is another lover Apollo had to turn into a plant, I have to emphasize again that he died of heartbreak, because his pet deer died.

2. Apollo & Cyrene

Listen, these two are boss bitches and you cannot convince me otherwise. In the same way I like Kyparissos bc I feel like he and Apollo are so similar, I like Cyrene bc I feel like, in a lot of ways, these two are very different. Like, don't get me wrong, Apollo can be strong and wild when he wants to be, but Cyrene wrestles lions. I like to think the time these two spent together really helped each of them grow in their own way, which makes for a really fun and interesting relationship. Also, just like Thyia, Cyrene is sometimes referred to as a nymph, so she could still be out there!

1. Apollo & Admetus

The more I think about these two, the more I love them. Admetus meeting Apollo at his lowest and helping him through it. Apollo falling head over heels as a result and doing everything in his power to repay the man. The two of them still holding such strong affection for each other even decades after the time they had together, to the point that Apollo would mess with fate to extend Admetus' life. Apollo's life is full of turmoil, and this period of it was probably the worst, but despite that, his relationship with Admetus seems so steady. The other gods are said to be embarrassed of Apollo's love of Admetus, and I think it's because Apollo loved him in a way that went directly against the values of the gods. Apollo and Admetus' relationship was defined by service and care, filled with selfless intent and genuine love. While many gods give their lovers gifts and special favors, the idea of actually going into servitude for someone you love is as ungodly as you can get. Apollo spent time with Admetus, and he wasn't possessive of him, helping him to find a wife after their time together was through. I think this relationship is a great example of how Apollo, even in his lowest moments, is a genuine and caring person, and how that often separates him from the rest of his family. Also these two are just cute and they both love cows and they're cows in love.

[xokxzuha]

Xiao - Jealousy ~♡

Cw: F!reader, Degrading, size kink, tit play, rough sex, public sex, creampie, mentions of breeding, overstimulation, (reader is smaller than xiao btw ) No proof read Word count: 910

Xiao couldn't believe what was fucking happening at this moment. Right now he was at the top of Wangshu inn staring at you and Aether from afar. Aether had come to Wangshu inn to ask Xiao for some help with something but apparently he was ‘unavailable’ so Aether decided to get the next best person who could help, and that person was you.

But instead of talking about important things related to the topic that you and Aether were discussing about he instead was flirting with you! “Oh Y/N you’re so cute!” your face then started to heat up “O-oh really Aether?” Xiao then saw the sight of your face getting red and flustered so he decided to go down and eavesdrop on you and Aethers conversation. “Aw c'mon Y/N don't be so shy around me now~” “e-eh sorry Aether” your eyes then look away from Aethers and to your surprise your eyes then meet with Xiaos who was looking at you and Aether getting all flirty with each other. At that moment you then saw Xiaos extremely pissed off face so you decided to flirt back with Aether to see how he would react. “Oh Aether, has anyone ever told you how cute you look?” Before he was about to flirt back with you he then notices a very mad and jealous Xiao glaring at him to death. Aether was pretty sure if he was gonna continue on with his response to you he would be put 6 feet under in no time by Xiao.

“Oh why thank you Y/N but uhhh I just remembered I have to go now bye” Aether then ran off as fast as he could and before you could turn around and walk back to Wangshu inn Xiao was standing right behind you. “Oh Xiao I didn't see you there”. Xiao was taller and bigger than you were so most of the time you had to look up at him just to be able to talk to him. Suddenly Xiao grabs you and picks you up bridal style without saying anything, and takes you back to you guys' shared room in Wangshu inn.

Xiao then suddenly throws you onto the bed then locks the door. “H-HEY WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” Xiao then sighs and then suddenly you are below Xiao with your wrists pinned above your head. “Oh Y/N would you please stop being such a fucking slut for once.. I saw how you talked to Aether, whoring yourself out to him like that..” you gave him a shocked look “H-huh what do you mean Xiao?” “Stop acting like a fucking bitch you know what the fuck im talking about.” he then slaps you across the face. “You know what Y/N since you clearly like to spread your legs for the whole of Teyvat like the slut you are how about I show the whole of Teyvat who you truly belong to” Xiao then strips you and himself completely naked and brings you outside to the balcony so he can fuck you from behind.

“X-Xiao people can see me!” Xiao then grabs your tit from behind earning a moan from you. “Did I say you can fucking speak slut?” you then moan in response and then nod your head.”hm good… Now i want you to scream my fucking name out so the whole of Teyvat knows that you. Are. mine.” Xiao then started playing around with your tits, grabbing them harshly and pinching your nipples. “N-ngh o-oh Xiao please more!~” Xiao's movements then suddenly stop and he goes close to your ear “hm what was that sorry I couldnt hear you- say it louder right now”

“AGH XIAO PLEASE MORE MORE N-NGH~” “mhm good now princess who do you belong to?” “YOU XIAO- YOU I BELONG TO YOU AND ONLY YOU- A-AH~” suddenly you felt Xiao's cock enter your dripping pussy. His rough muscular hands that were much bigger than yours went to your hips while he thrusted harshly into you and holy shit were you enjoying this. He was thrusting into you at an inhuman speed and honestly you could just cum right there and then.

Xiao loves the fact that he is so much bigger than you- why because it makes you look so submissive and breedable. “X-Xiao im close a-ah” you were a moaning and panting mess, your face was bright red and flushed not to mention some people passing were staring at you getting fucked but you couldnt care less of what the thought of you because right now you were getting fucked so fucking good. “Cum on my cock bitch” even though Xiao's words were harsh though you loved that he degraded you and the thing is he knows you love it that's why he does it so often to you! Poor bb is just trying to show that he cares and loves you :(

After you came on his cock his thrusting didn't stop at all instead he increased the speed of each thrust. “A-Ah Xiao - I-I can't-too much” you started to feel overstimulated “it's fine you can handle it”.

A few final thrusts later Xiao finally felt the knot in his stomach about to snap. Xiao finally cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim. “Oh sweetheart you thought I was done with you, this is just the beginning of this..” oh archons you are in for a wild ride!

[isca-rambles]

4x12 Lucy rubbing her tattoo when talking about Tim and Ashley my poor baby doesn't even know why she feels so uncomfortable when it comes to those two. God, you know what I want now? A nice fic of Tim asking Lucy to get him more comfortable with being in the ocean, maybe a future fic when they're married or she's early months pregnant, because he wants to be able to take his kid swimming. Or just because he wants to step out of his comfort zone for Lucy because she loves the ocean. My dad is not a strong swimmer and had a lot of fear about being in water, ocean or not, but he always pushed himself to be in the water with me and my sister when we were kids. I can see Tim doing that. Plus it'd make for some great sweet and soft Chenford with her helping him keep calm in the shallow water, dipping their feet in the tide, Lucy meditating next to him and him just watching her and realising the ocean isn't quite so awful. Nyla's pregnancy making her pathologically happy is fucking adorable. From what little I've seen of the BTS stuff, it's basically just Mekia being Mekia. Especially when you have perpetual sunshine Lucy next to her amplifying it. Air conditioned body armour, yes! Give that man whatever he wants. As someone who overheats at the drop of a button (seriously, I want to wear all the cute jumpers but I can barely cope in one layer in Winter, it's awful and I hate it), I fully support this man's need for 24/7 AC.

Ugh, Chris. Look, you're not a bad guy (but still I 100% think he acts sus enough to have been an acolyte or fanatic. I'm glad he wasn't, for Lucy's sake, but he does way too many weird things for it to not have been a possible storyline). You're just not right for Lucy. I know Chris and Ashley are important in this step so Lucy and Tim can realise what and who they want in a relationship, since Emmett and Rachel were their first steps into healthy relationships after their own individual traumas, but I just really preferred Emmett and Rachel as characters. Also Tim agreeing to go on a date with his girlfriend just to prove Lucy wrong. Oh boy.

And also Tim wanting to bring Lucy along to save him from a double date with a random couple. Bless these two oblivious idiots. Also c'mon Tim, you just set Lucy up with your competition down the line. God though, can you imagine if Chris had turned out to be an acolyte or fanatic? And Tim's now got that extra guilt on his shoulders?

Lucy trying so hard to actually talk to their dates and Tim just can't help himself. Though I don't blame him about the food/pop-up, I am not an adventurous eater whatsoever. Look at how he smiles when he looks at Lucy and talks about her. Jesus, maybe Chris and Ashley are right for Lucy and Tim because they're just as fucking oblivious as them. Poor Lucy really seems predisposed towards nightmares. It's played for laughs or just off-hand remarks, but that's numerous mentions of nightmares throughout the show. Overactive minds, I guess. Agh but I love when Lucy and Tim work together. Romantic stuff aside, they just work so well together. Their shorthands and silent conversations. They're sometimes so in sync and it's really lovely. Also Tim maneuvering Lucy by her duty belt so she can focus on keeping sight yes thank you. Sir, ma'am, you do not need to be standing that close to each other and good lord. Tim letting Lucy work through their options without taking over, not testing her but just guiding her through what to do and probably guiding himself as well. Oh Chris and Ashley. C'mon. Chris is too much for Lucy and what she wants, but Ashley just seems to constantly want to change Tim. These relationships really weren't built to last. And yes I know about S6 but that doesn't count because they will get back together eventually and be stronger for it.

Nolan's the most positive person you've ever met, Nyla? Really? Though fair, Lucy doesn't count because she's not a person she's goodness incarnate. As you were.

4x13 I've said it once I've said it a million times, this station is far too easy to get into. Nolan being Nolan aside, they just have civillians waltzing around every corner and peeking into briefings. C'mon y'all.

Again, more Nolan and Lucy frienship in S7 please. Actual friendship. Like Nolan actually caring about Lucy and the shit she's going through and them working together. She can help him become a better TO because honestly he needs a lot of help with that. Aww, poor Tim waiting for his wifey.

Okay I also need teen rebel Lucy fics please.

Lucy my girl \o/ Nolan you listen to her.

The guy opening the door then bolting. My man, you have a peephole right there. Should've used it.

Can we keep Ken? Can we not just hire him at the station? He could probably solve all the crimes and sort out all the misunderstandings and personal problems in half an episode. Tim's really coming into his own as a sergeant. I'm excited to see more of this again in S7 now he's back from metro. I loved TO Tim and metro Tim was hot af, but patrol supervisor Tim is just really where he shines.

Sorry, tight white t-shirt Tim looks like the least delivery guy ever.

No Ken, don't leave us. I really really love Aaron as a character. Please come back in S7. Please. Tim inviting everyone out for drinks but looking specifically at Lucy the entire time. I see you and your secret wife, good sir.

[ofhope]

It's a lot of words, notable in that: Arlan, most often, didn't speak more than needed. Not voicing aloud this revelation, at first anyhow, March ceased in plucking any loose strings, or casting waywardly her attention: a tease threatened to spill from her lips, but the good fun is held fast. Arlan was a quiet sort, and a quiet sort March 7th was not... admittedly, manners had never been much of a priority, most of which were outdated now anyways -- still, March sought not to pull apart this momentary bout of closeness.

All until that lack of grace spills forth, March sputtering on her words yet spoken -- envious? Well...

“Aw c'mon, you're jealous of us?!” ugh, what was there to say? “You know, you caaan become a Trailblazer too, someday. I know, I know, 'my job is important' and whatever, but I don't think all of this, rigid-ness is good for you!”

These discussions were best saved for Himeko, Mr. Yang... there's a step back, even as she held firm in-place.

“Thaaat's probably not right. What I mean to say is: instead of being envious... maybe you ought to try some things out for yourself. If being around this 'ole station isn't working out, maybe you need to check around the cosmos some more! There's a reason people bring up how impossibly, unequivocally, unimaginably boundless they are, and if this place in the stars isn't meant for you... it just means you have to go out and find that place, you know?”

Ohh, speaking of cosmos, where the heck had she disappeared to?! Unfittingly awkward, March scratched at her neck, trailed her fingers to curl in her hair. Surely Herta wouldn't have her thrown out just for, uh... would it be speaking out of turn? Placing her palms upon her hips, March spoke.

“Right! Back tooo~ me! Honestly, I feel like I've caught up on too much sleep. Now that the Express has been docked for awhile, we haven't had, like, anything of note crop up. Soo, that leads me to what I initially showed up for! Is it, y'know, fine to pop in, fend off some baddies, pop out every now and then?”

Breath of relief well overdue, and he takes an EXTENDED one, for good measure. Now, he could shift gears and approach this with a more RELAXED demeanor, as opposed to that ' all work, no play ' routine.

He winces, slightly, at the memory of their LAST fight together, and hastens to banish it from the forefront of his mind. Not his best moment, but he's trying to be a bit more OPTIMISTIC nowadays. Tellings of his feats and his personality made him out to be some relentlessly dedicated leader who deemed it a CRIME to loosen up at any capacity--- and, whilst the DEDICATED part was undoubtedly accurate, he doesn't want to come off as UNAPPROACHABLE.

It's an uphill lesson in being more ' Arlan, ' and less ' BROTHER ARLAN. '

" Still working, as always. Admittedly, these spontaneous conflicts keep us on our toes. We would have little to do if nothing ever tried to impose upon Herta's tireless efforts, but we do appreciate the extra help in ensuring it doesn't become unmanageable. " There's a fondness in the way he speaks of his job and their recent successes, but also, a certain yearning in his gaze. " However . . . as much as I love my job, I must admit . . . I am somewhat envious of you. " His position was one he had worked TIRELESSLY for, nobody could deny that, but it would be a blatant lie to claim it did not have its somewhat saddening limitations. He was bound to it--- to the space station, but March 7th and the others could go wherever they wanted on that beautiful, MASSIVE marvel of a train.

To have such freedoms . . . it must be exhausting, albeit LIBERATING.

" What about you ? Have you managed to find time to take a proper break amidst your travels ? "

[dreamties]

How Kurt Kunkle Deals W/ A Crush On You - Headcanons

A/n- This is like my second time actually writing for this little weirdo, so I hope it turned out alright. Feedback is super appreciated!! :D

T/W: stalking, slight inference to non-con stuff?? nothing like straight up NSFW, but like, c'mon guys. this is Kurt we're talking abt. there's gotta be some weird uncomfortable shit here

I full heartedly believe that Kurt just wants to be liked and feel validated. okay....maybe murder isn't the way to go, and that brings infamy but like,, having your name known? even for such a no good awful thing- means the world to him. it means to some extent people care about him. and that's,,, all he wants. really.

with that in mind? any attention he receives, he just grapples onto. there's no letting you go once he has his eyes on uu <3

he's like,,, super awkward around uu at first. i mean just anyone in general. but crazy cute person alert !!

he's gonna say a lot of stupid shit to you lol- please bare with him

is absolutely not opposed to stalking uu :D

oh?? he's ur spree driver? again?? what a funny coincidence !! love how uu guys just keep, bumping into each other. maybe you should hang out sometime!

if uu have social media- will find it before uu ever even give it to him and scower ur page(s) for hours studying you. trying to figure out everything about you. Kurt's a very careful planner- he has to make sure things go smooth with you. will actually die if things go wrong and you reject him /hj

is likely to try moving things along quicker than they should go. i think it's safe to say that our boy Kurt here has never actually had a significant other before. he's not entirely sure how to act or what to do. but he knows he wants uu <3

however, having said that- Kurt is very intelligent and is careful with what he says to you. he's still awkward af- but he knows he can't tell you his feelings for you straight outta the gate, y'know?

while ii think he's rather upfront about things- he's genuinely afraid of rejection. Kurt knows he's hot shit but so many other folks in his life dont seem to think so...he tries to keep up his carefully crafted persona around you....until it's time to tell you his real feelings.

he gets super nervous around people he likes though! it's kinda sweet <3

the way he'll actually reveal his feelings though...are likely going to end up on camera. (relationship stuff is pretty popular on youtube....right?)

like you're driving somewhere and he's still got his whole weird spree car setup, even though this isnt for work. it's just the two of you going to get pizza and talking in his car.

or it's at your place or in his room and he tells you he wants to make a special video. just the two of them. Curiosity gets the better of you and once he sets up the camera and the two of you sit down together he just..."Welcome back to Kurtz World! I brought a friend with me and we're gonna see what their reaction is to this super important question!"

You might think he's pranking you at first, following his statement up with a short giggle, a small wheeze, a wide yet nervous smile- "What is going on, Kurt?"

And he'll pop the question right there. right then. will you take this weirdo's hand and become officially partners?

alternatively. I could see him wanting to...keep it quiet. the desperate need to be liked boils down to one person. His whole world comes crashing down if you say no but at least the whole world wouldn't see it.

his failures. his desires repressed once more. . .

but he doesn't give up that easy! he's got way's around it :)

[tesstuffsblog]

Scars, nightmares and back to the future part 2

┕━» part one

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Rating: fluffy fluff, dork soft eddie

Summary: Morning with Eddie; kissing; dancing and cute stuff; changing his bandages

Word count: 1356

I did my best, let me know if you liked this <3

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English is not my first language!

(First part is inspired from my wattpad fanfiction “Together, until the end”)

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Your eyes open tiredly in the sunlight that shines through the blinds of the room, noticing that Eddie's not with you. You slip on a pair of underwear and a Metallica t-shirt, that Eddie had left in the wardrobe, it’s a bit too big for you, enough to cover your butt, leaving your thighs bare at the fresh morning air.

You head into the kitchen to see him shirtless, his hair in a low bun while he's making...something?

"Good morning sweetheart" he greets you with a kiss on your cheek running a hand in your hair "I made breakfast...these are pancakes. They should be pancakes...well I tried" He smiles placing the plate and a glass of orange juice on the table. He’s so cute.

"That's the important- trying" you smile softly yawning

"What do you mean by that?" he tilts his head slightly

"Nothing, I'm sure it will be delicious. Thanks Eds"

"I can still feel a bit of sarcasm in your voice." Eddie looks at you like a lovesick as he admires your morning beauty.

"Did you sleep well?" Eddie asks you as he sits crossing his legs in the chair

"I haven't slept like this in...I don't even know how long," you both chuckle and pour some maple syrup on the pancakes, which, surprisingly, are decent enough.

"Oh and that-that's my t-shirt. It looks really good on you" he points to you with the fork

"Yeah, it's comfortable" you grin taking another piece of food from the plate “By the way, i had fun last night” you mutter out to him, a shy grin beginning to form on your face at the thought of last night

“Yeah, me too” Eddie says whit a smirk on his lips.

"Ohh look at this." you indicate enthusiastic noticing a tape "Let me put some music." you exclaim exalted while taking some tapes. Eddie watches you in awe as you walk around the room"Huh Tear for Fears, choose 'Everybody wants to rule the world' or 'Head over heels'?" you look at him waiting for an answer with the two tapes in your hands

"There isn't something more... y'know more catchy?" he makes a disgusted face and takes another bite

"Then option two it is"

"Oh no, I don't listen to these 'things' "

"How dare you...however we don't have Black Sabbath or Iron Maiden here"

He is already ready to start complaining jokingly, but he stops "So...what do you think?" 'Head over heels' resonates loudly as the open window brings in a cool breeze that you can feel against your bare legs.

"I thought worse...and it doesn't mean I like it!" he hurries to reply despite the smile printed on his face

"Hey, dance with me?" you ask approaching him

"Uh uh i'll pass"

"C'mon" you begin to slowly dance around the room and the shirt rise a bit showing more of your bare legs "Something happens and i'm head over heels, I never find out until I'm head over heels" you sing softly

Eddie can't help but stare at you with a smile, you’re gorgeous, and he still can't believe he has the girl of his dreams.

But he can't refuse your adorable doe eyes while you takes his hand and drags him towards you.

"Oh c'mon Munson, you should give this music a chance ya know. You can listen to metal and other genres too."

You wrap your arms around his abdomen with your chest pressed against his back and your cheek resting on the boy's shoulder. He stops, stretching his neck backwards, smiling. His cheeks turn red, making you smile. You, relaxed, close your eyes print a kiss on his neck and then one on his shoulder while your arms surround his waist. "Thank you..."

"For what?" Eddie turns in his embrace and puts his hands on your waist

"For opening up to me last night," you explain while drawing circular shapes with your fingers on his biceps

"I trust you and I feel more comfortable than I've ever felt before when i'm with you" He draws you closer hugging you tightly. He feels comfortable talking to her, he feels understood and not judged. As he hasn't felt for a long time.

You can't contain the laughter as Eddie starts to make you turn in his arms, peppering all your face with kisses. Finally, he kisses your lips and gently puts his hands on your cheeks. You both laugh, it's all so pacific.

You melt completely while Eddie is too busy to look at you to actually listen to what you’re saying gb“Hey, love”

“Mhm oh i’m sorry, what were you saying” he snaps out of his trance looking into your eyes

“I said you want me to change your bandages? Yesterday you took them off so…can i put them for you?” you ask softly looking at his abdomen and he smiles nodding looking at you with air of such love and adoration.

You reach some alcohol and a rag to soak into it and you both go into the living room, he sits on the couch opening his legs to allow you to keel between them.

Eddie clears his throat and looked away as his cheeks flush.

“You k?”

“Well i’m sitting on a couch while a pretty girl is keen king between my legs so” he smiles awkwardly but suddenly flinches when you press a alcohol soaked rag on his stomach

“Yeah yeah act like last night didn’t exist” you smirk

“Tell me if it’s too tight, okay?” you groat your eyebrows focusing on what you’re doing while Eddie attached his affectionate gaze to you. You lean in closer to him as you wrap the makeshift bandage around his back, bringing the two ends forward again and pulling them tight.

“F-fuck” he swears in pain and you murmur a soft “sorry”

He looks down at you as your pretty hands move delicately around his abdomen.

He jumps slightly when a burning sensation hits him inside but it doesn’t stop the amount of butterflies that fly in his stomach at every movement you make.

“Voila. That’s it” you smile finishing bandying him and press a kiss on the white bandage to remember him that you’re not disgusted by them and he smiles flushed.

“Thank you” just as you looked up to his big brown puppy eyes he gets closer to you and presses his plump lips against yours.

“Uhh they’re boring” he says looking at them

“I can make them look less boring Munson, wait here” You ran to find some markers.

Your eyebrows are furrowed in intense concentration drawing with a marker a little sketch, tickling his skin underneath it. Then you switch over from one color to the next, drawing the little details.

“What are you drawing?”

“You see that? It’s your guitar!” you exclaims lifting your eyebrows

“Wow i would’ve never guessed myself if you hadn’t told me sweetheart” he giggles looking down at it

“Oh c’mon it’s not that bad” you gasp in mock offende “Look, this is the guitar neck, these the strings.” you tilt your head pointing your finger at your drawing “I’m so talented” you cuckle noticing Eddie’s confused expression “I’ll add a heart near it” you say taking a blue marker and drawing delicately on his bandage

“At the lest i can tell that’s a heart” he says nodding

“Okay thank you so much it’ll be $15” you say sarcastically sitting near him on the couch snuggling you head into his shoulder as he puts his head on yours hugging you tightly

“I think you can turn a blind eye for you poor injured boyfriend?”

“Fine” you sigh taking his hand in yours “What are we gonna do now? We’re like stuck in this ‘house’ so…there isn’t much to do” you look up at at him

“Mhm” he groans leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose “I think i kinda have an idea of what we could do” he smirks with a wink

“God, you Eddie Munson are such a dork”

[spidermandni]

MISTLETOE.

sweater weather.

pairing iwaizumi x reader

timestamp 21:45

notes can you tell i still haven't had my first kiss yet? hopefully not 😭 anyways i hope y'all enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed the last one!! love youuuu <333 also if there are spelling errors, please point em out to me if you can!!

"hoooooly shit." matsukawa's jaw is almost touching the floor at the sight of you... and the boy beside you. hanamaki chokes on his drink before nudging the black haired boy, shoving his drink into his hand that isn't occupied by his own drink.

��you guys won't believe who got caught arguing underneath the mistletoe!” hanamaki cups both hands around his mouth and shouts out to the large crowd in his living room causing so many pairs of eyes to be on you.

you groan and attempt to hide your face in your hands, wanting to race home and never come to another party ever again. you hear the boy in front of you scoff and from a small crevice in between your fingers, you can see him shove his hands into his jacket pockets.

“there's no way-”

"aw, c'mon, haji! don't be a buzzkill, it's tradition!" matsukawa complains.

“i don't give a fu-”

“wait! wait, i can not miss this!” a voice screeches from down the hallway and there you see racing down is oikawa tooru, iwaizumi's best friend. when he's finally standing right beside his other two best friends, he leans down and places his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“jesus christ.” iwaizumi's voice is muffled as he groans this out, having pulled his hands from his pockets and covered his face with them.

“iwa, i have to get this on camera, oh my gosh!”

“i'll kill you-”

“you guys— oh my gosh, i have been waiting so long for this— you guys have hated each other since first grade and i've had to witness all the childish ass fights but now it's all coming to an end! you expect me to not be excited?” oikawa is shuffling while yelling dramatically and pulling his phone out. hanamaki is snickering and matsukawa has an expectant look on his face.

“there's no way we're doing this-”

“i am not kissing him-”

“what's so bad about kissing me-”

“you're the one who doesn't want to kiss me-”

“i never said that!”

“well, then kiss me, you coward-” iwaizumi reaches out and grasps your forearm, softly pulling you into his chest. without even giving you a chance to breathe, he connects your lips with his and you just about feel your heart explode out of your chest. your hand reaches up to rest on the nape of his neck as you carefully guide your fingers through his small hairs.

your kiss carried on for a few moments and when the two of you finally pull apart, you can't bring yourself to open your eyes yet but your lips are swollen and your heart is still beating rapidly. everything just changed and you know he knows it, too.

before you can even think of a conversation starter, you hear oikawa shriek to the side of you.

“finally!” your eyes shoot open to meet olive green ones.

”i am going to kill you.” iwaizumi releases your arm and he turns to stomp over to the brunette. oikawa quickly shoves his phone back into his back pocket while backing away.

“don't you have something more important to discuss? specifically with name, i mean like your relationship status- i'm sorry!” he takes off and iwaizumi is right behind him. your gaze turns to meet the other two boys' gazes.

“so... you and hajime?” matsukawa grins while hanamaki smirks and you just blink at them before nodding.

“me... and hajime.” their jaws drop.

“no fucking way.”

[rynne311]

The Gun

Summary:  There are far too many ways for the meet the family date to go wrong, especially when there are lost guns and misunderstandings involved.

Word Count: 1136

You had desperately wanted to make a good impression.  You'd never really made it to the 'meet the family' phase of the relationship before and you didn't want to mess this up.  It was intimidating enough sitting in the expansive drawing room with all eyes on you.  The idea that just by opening your mouth you'd probably end up putting your foot in there was daunting.

Dinner had seemed to go well enough.  None of the potential fights Jason had warned you about had actually happened, which you couldn't tell if that was a good sign or not.  If they had fully welcomed you into the family, they would let their guard down and let stupid fights break out, but you tried to remind yourself that this was only a first meeting and that evenuality would come along before you knew it.  

You didn't have time to over think it before your phone started ringing, and knowing that work didn't call unless it was important, you excused yourself from the room to answer.  Jason studied your face as you excused yourself, trying to gauge if this was going to be a 'we get to leave' kind of work call.

"What do you mean you lost the gun?" You questioned as you rounded the corner out of the doorway.

"And you're sure someone didn't just leave it on a shelf?"  Your voice carried no matter how much you tried to hush.

Jason could sense Bruce's eyes narrowing in your direction. It didn't take much for him to know what the man was thinking.  Jason had already heard enough of it with his own track record.  

"You're just going to bring someone here who apparently has such a blasé attitude about deadly weapons that they appear to be routinely left around for anyone to find and discharge," Bruce lectured.  "It's bad enough that you disregard my feelings on the matter, but it is another thing entirely to bring strangers here who obviously do the same thing."

It seemed the writing was on the wall, and judgements already made.  He was disappointed, but not surprised.  The night had gone far too well, and it was only fitting in his mind that Bruce would take something good in his life and twist it into something terrible.

"And you wonder why I've been in this relationship for well over two years, and this is only the first time I've brought Y/N here. So definitely not just a stranger," Jason countered.  He could feel the anger rising, and as much as he was trying to keep things relatively sane in the manor for your visit, he couldn't help as his voice kept growing. "You just love to take things out of context and villainize them, especially if it has anything to do with me and anything I love. I mean, c'mon Bruce, you really live to the expectation on this, I just can't tell if it's living up to it or down to it."

Jason's bellowing had you abruptly hanging up the phone running back into the drawing room.  You'd only seen him this angry a couple of times, but this time was different, you could see the pain it was stemming from standing right in front of him.  There was always a distance to it, something he only had to prove to and remind himself, but this time was different.  This time the manifestation of his personal shortcomings stood chest to chest to him in icy judgement.

"I think there may have been a misunderstanding," you hurried to begin to explain. Your voice grew progressively more stern, more protective. "I manage a store, and sometimes I or some of my associates accidentally leave our scanner gun on a shelf while changing stock around or checking inventory.  I make sure the entire store takes safety very seriously."

Jason knew what was going to happen next if he didn't intervene.  It was a self-fulfilling prophecy he supposed.  He had warned you of the high probability of a fight breaking out during your visit, but he had been sure it would have been between his brothers, not you going toe to toe with Bruce.  Without interrupting you, he started guiding you to the door.  His hands on your shoulders only served to embolden you.

"You should know part of the reason I wanted to come here and meet you tonight was to thank you for the generous Wayne Foundation scholarship I was awarded for college. I only got through two years before my mom got sick, and because it was just the two of us, I left school and started working in a store, the one I manage now, to help keep everything going. But yes, thank you for the opportunity, however ultimately unfulfilled it may be."  You couldn't veil the sarcasm in your voice anymore.  If you were to be judged, you were going to play into it.  You weren't necessarily proud that you were willing to stoop that low, but here you were taking satisfaction in the way Bruce's face fell slack as you got the last word in.

It was quiet as the car passed through the long driveway from the manor back to the main road.  You both needed to cool off and put some distance between yourselves and the house before breaking the silence.  You were more than a little surprised to look over to the driver's seat and see that Jason wasn't brooding. 

"He's probably still standing there dumbfounded," he speculated in awe. "Nobody ever has the nerve to stand up to him like that."

"You were holding your own when I walked back in," you countered.

"Okay, no one who hasn't had to endure living with him has ever had the nerve to stand up to him like that," he corrected himself.  "Once he's over the shock, he's going to respect the hell out of you.  You might even end up with a job offer."

You didn't hide the small smile as you turned to watch the passing streetlights.  It had been a long time since you had impressed someone like that, or at least a long time since you felt that you impressed someone, Jason is the first to tell you how you impress him every day.  You glanced back to him and rebutted, "I actually like my job. There's no way I'm leaving just because I made a rich man feel like an ass."

"I know all of that, and that's what'll make you turning it down so much better," he mused.

You didn't miss how he chuckled and smiled to himself at the thought.  There was a complicated relationship there you only hoped to one day understand. In the meantime, you had no doubt you and Jason could be enough for each other. 

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[crypticwanda]

Hiiii me again! ☺️ Hope you're having a good day & staying safe & healthy! Can you maybe do a Wanda imagine/smut where they're fighting about either reader or Wanda getting jelous (maybe fans interrupt a date & flirt with Wanda or something) & when they get back to their house one gives the silent treatment & leads to a fight & then leads to either loving or rough sex? 🥺 Can take out whatever's uncomfy for you! 🥺☺️

Talk to me

summary: while out one day with wanda, some fans come up to wanda and start flirting with her. When you get home, a fight stirs up and Wanda has to remind you just how much she loves you

pairing(s): wanda maximoff x female bodied!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, jealous!reader, cursing, arguing, oral (fem receiving), fingering, strap-on sex, make-up sex, praise, rough sex, sub!reader and dom!wanda

notes: aftercare is important guys

taglist: @myperfectlovepoem @fayhar @olsensnpm @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @b0mbdotc0m @madamevirgo @royalityofmultifandom @supersourlemon13 @internetsubmarines

A deep sigh had emitted from your lips as you laid both your hands together ontop of the small table in front of you. It was a nice day out, you and Wanda were having a bite to eat at one of your favorite coffee shops. "What should we do after this?" You ask softly as Wanda turns her head to look up at you. She shook her head, showing that she didn't really have an answer. "C'mon Wanda, we don't get many days off." You commented as you looked at her green eyes.

"Look! An avenger!"

Before you could continue your conversation, a small group of people quickly walked up to the booth that both of you were sitting in. "Wow! This is crazy!" One of the people in the middle said. Wanda turned as she smiled at them. "Could you sign this?" Another one of them asks as they hold out a notebook. "Of course." Wanda says as she takes their pen and writes her name in the notebook. You sigh deeply, hoping for them to leave soon.

A few minutes went by of them talking to Wanda as most of them started to walk away, but one of them stayed behind. "You know, I'd always thought you were the most gorgeous avengers." The person says as they keep their eyes on wanda. Your eyebrows immediately dropped as you kept your gaze on the person standing in front of wanda, wondering how they had the audacity to flirt with her in front of you. "Aw, thank you so much." Wanda smiled as she looked at them. Your eyes immediately shifted to wanda, wondering why she was doing this and acting like you weren't even there. She chuckled before the person walked off as they continued to smile at Wanda. She turned her face back to you as she realized the anger on your face. "What?" She asked innocently as you turned your head away from her. You let out a loud sigh as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

The drive back home was silent as both of you had nothing to say to each other. You kept silent as you walked up to the front door and put the key in as you opened the door. You put your jacket on the rack as you threw your keys on the kitchen table.

"Are you seriously still mad about what happened at the shop?" Wanda asked, clearly annoyed as she closed the door behind her. You kept silent as you continued walking to your bedroom. "Y/N, talk to me." She said as she followed you. You still didn't respond to her as you sat on your bed and began to take your shoes off. Wanda scoffed as she shifted in her standing position. "You can't be serious about this." She sighed as she stood next to you with her arms crossed.

"Why are you doing this, Y/N?" She asked angrily. "I think you know why." You finally responded to her as you stood up to face her. "They were fans, it didn't mean anything!" She protested, her volume getting louder. "You smiled and laughed, pretending like I wasn't even there!" You yelled back as you held your hand up for emphasis. Wanda stood in front of you, not knowing how to respond. "If you were fine with them flirting with you like that, then why don't you just go! Leave me for someone else." You said, your voice cracking slightly towards the end. "I wouldn't leave you." Wanda said softly as she stepped up closer to you. She brought her hand up to your cheek as she pressed her forehead against yours. You brought your hands up to hold over her own as she kept her forehead against your own. She tilted her head as she leaned forward and pressed her lips agaisnt your own. She moved her lips softly against yours as you brought your hand up to the back of her neck to pull her closer.

As a few minutes passed, the kiss became rougher. She pressed harder against you and bit your bottom lip as she kept her hands tightly on your cheeks. A soft moan escaped your lips as she pulled away for just a moment before attacking your lips again. She slowly began walking towards the bed, not breaking the kiss as you fell back onto the bed with Wanda on top of you. She had both of her legs on either side of your torso as she kept your lips in a rough kiss. Your hands roamed her back, grabbing at any piece of clothing you could. Slowly, Wanda's lips finally moved from your lips and made their way down your jawline. She moved from your jawline and onto the side of your neck. She kissed and sucked on your neck, hoping to leave marks as her hands began to roam your body. She pulled away for a moment to remove her zip up jacket, leaving her in a tank top as she quickly attached her lips to your neck again. She ran her hands under your shirt and onto your stomach as you gasped slightly at her touch.

Once again she pulled away from your neck to help you pull your shirt over your chest, leaving you in your bra. "So pretty." Wanda mumbled as she brought her head down to kiss on your collarbone as she laid both of her hands on your breasts. She gripped at them softly through your bra material as she left marks on your collarbone. She grunted as she pulled her head up to push your bra up and reveal your bare breasts. Almost immediately, she attached her lips to one of your breasts and began sucking tightly on it. You moaned as you felt her wet mouth around your breast. She sucked for a moment before pulling away and moving to your other breast to do the same.

She slowly began bringing her head down as she kissed on your stomach. Before she reached your hips, she looked up at you for permission. As you nodded at her, she grabbed ahold of the hem of your pants and slowly pulled them down, including your underwear. You could feel her hot breath on you that made you shudder. She planted a few kisses on your inner thighs as she brought her hands up to grip at either side of your thighs. She had brought one of her hands up and slowly ran one of her fingers up your slit causing you to gasp once again at her touch. She smirked as she brought her thumb up to your clit and slowly began rubbing in small circles. You bit your lip as your hands gripped at the sheets next to you. She slowly slipped her middle finger inside you and moved at an initial slow pace as you let out a louder moan. She picked up the pace as she slowly brought her mouth closer to your body. She stuck her tounge out and pressed it against your slit as you breathed out harshly. Her tounge dug deeper into you as she continued to move her finger in and out of you. Your hand reached down and got tangled in her hair as she moved both her tounge and finger inside you at a face pace.

She continued to keep her tounge and finger inside you as you could feel your stomach begin to contract. Right before you could feel yourself building up a release, she had pulled her head up and her finger out of you. "Fuck." You cursed in frustration as she pulled away from you. "Don't worry pretty baby, I'm going to make you feel so good." Wanda reassured you as she hand opened a bedside drawer with her powers and took out the large strap-on and carried it over to her with her powers. "I'll make sure you know that I love you." She muttered as she stripped herself of the rest of her clothes as she attached the strap-on around her hips. It was a double-sided strap on so you knew wanda would also be able to get off with you. You panted heavily, anxious for her to start as you bucked her hips forward against her.

She smirked as she grabbed ahold of your of your hips and positioned herself between your hips. She held the strap in her hands as she pressed it against your entrance before entering you at a fast pace. You moaned loudly as she held onto your hips tightly as she quickly thrusted back and forth into you. You threw your head back against the pillow as your mouth hung open and you moaned continously in pleasure. Both of you were panting heavily as Wanda kept thrusting into you as she kept her hands on your stomach. You had pushed yourself up so that you were able to wrap your arms around her shoulders as she kept thrusting into you.

Your hands clawed at her back, most likely leaving marks up her back as both of your bodies had moved up and down. Strings of curses had left both of your mouths in broken words as your minds were jumbled with pleasure. "I love you so much baby." Wanda whispered as she pulled back to press your forehead against her as she kept moving her hips against yours. "I love you too, Wanda." You breathed out almost inaudible as sweat poured down both of your faces.

Both of you could feel your release coming as you held onto each other tightly. Moans escaped both of your mouths as Wanda held your stomach tightly and you bit your lip. Wanda had kept the same pace as both of you felt the knot building up in your stomach. Loud moans left both of your mouths as you had both climaxed. Your body fell back against the bed as Wanda shook above you, panting heavily. She slowly pulled away, undoing the used strap from her waist and floating it to the bathroom with her powers. She also happened to grab a wet rag from the bathroom with her powers as it fell into her hand. She had helped cleaned you up and herself as you stayed panting on the bed.

"Y/N, I love you so much and I would never leave you." Wanda said as she laid down next to you underneath the covers. "I shouldn't have encouraged that fan today, I'm sorry and it won't happen again." She reassured you as she laid her hand softly against your cheek. You smiled as you looked up at her, still panting slightly. "I love you Wanda." You breathed out as you held your hand over her own. "I love you too." She smiled as she pressed her lips against yours softly. You laid your head against her chest as she wrapped her arms around you softly.

[technowoah]

Rather Be Devisive Than Indecisive pt. 2

You weren't planning to help Techno again, but here you are with his horse.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- I really wanted to do second part anyways! So thanks a bunch!

- this story is long 😪 it'll all make sense though!

- part 1 is here!

- masterlist!

To say everything went south was a understatement. Everything went to hell, and you were currently living in it. You missed watching the sunset standing ontop L'Manburg's walls, you missed the peacefulness before the war. Maybe back then was too good to be true.

After the last encounter with Technoblade you had turned back to help Tommy and Tubbo. You tried to help wherever you could because you can see everyone drift apart, the main reason people came together was gone and dead. You tried to be a bigger sibling to both of them, and you tried to Tubbo and the former citizens repair the crater Wilbur left behind.

It took years, but L'Manburg was new and fresh again, with the help of Tubbo's new cabinet of trusted people L'Manburg was peaceful again. Tubbo had made you apart of his cabinet as well as Quackity, Fundy, Tommy and Karl. It was a new beginning.

There were days where you wondered if Wilbur would get a funeral. Schlatt had gotton a funeral, but you saw first hand how that went it wasnt a somber moment at all. It was for the best, they had mixed feelings about Wilbur and you dont blame them.

You had a new family, but there were things unkown to you, things that are being created out of your knowledge and that scared you. We have new L'manburg, but it isnt the same you dont know how long Tubbo could uphold peace in this new kingdom.

New things were created from the end of a old one.

It was a peaceful day in L'Manburg just as Tubbo promised the new citizens. You had stayed busy the whole day until a certian blonde came around your house frantically urging you to get outside and follow him

"C'mon! Just follow me! I have something to show you!"

"Tommy what are you talking about?!"

"Its VERY important, hurry! I dont want him to leave that spot."

Tommy had dragged you by the arm to the pier that evening and kept chanting that he had to show you something of utmost importance. You were trying to ask questions and keep up with his pace as he weaved through buildings claiming they were a "shortcut". Tommy stopped you at the pier and stood to your side, he was looking back and forth at the end of the pier to the water and back to you again.

You were about to ask why you were there until you saw a familiar man.

"Oh! Hello! Tommy who is this?"

He was pale, no, he was transparent. He looked pale, the sunset's dull rays made it seem like he still had skin. He had a yellow sweater on with brown pants and black shoes. He looked comfortable, he looked free. Next to his side there was a sheep on a leash with blue dye, you noticed it was poorly dyed too the dye was dripping from its wool. It was Wilbur, physically, but it wasn't HIM.

"He's Ghostbur." Tommy whispered to you while he stood between you two.

"Yes, I'm Ghostbur!" The ghost cheerfully said.

"This- this is y/n. Dont you remember?" Tommy cautiously asked Ghostbur.

Ghostbur had a look of confusion and curiosity on his face. He seemed so pure compared to when he was alive.

"No..I can't, but I would love to know." He stuck out his hand in a greeting.

"Hi I'm ghostbur!"

"I'm y/n." You said lowly.

You tried to reach out and grab his hand but it went straight through. You hated it, he's gone and you couldn't bring him back. It isn't him, but Ghostbur maybe better, Wilbur is gone and thats okay. Something came out of nothing, you kept telling yourself that everything was okay, but now seeing Ghostbur so naive and pure and free of the world's weight you believed everything would be fine.

"Im sorry. Im transparent, and I have no flesh." Ghostbur smiled.

"That's fine." You paused looking for the right words. "Do you know what you did? To L'Manburg?"

"Believe me, he dosen't. I tried." Tommy said to you.

"I couldn't belive I would do such a thing." Ghostbur added on.

"He shares no memories of Wilbur. Basically a new person." Tommy continued.

"That's great." You perked up. "It's bittersweet ya know. But Im happy you're here Ghostbur!"

"Im happy I'm here too, and Im happy I met you today." Ghostbur smiled at you while his sheep walked towards you, he unknowingly rubbed up against you putting blue dye on your clothes.

"Oh! This is Friend! I forgot to mention him to you. You can pet him!"

You didnt want to. He was dripping with dye, but you did it to appease Ghostbur. Tommy cringed while you petted the slightly wet, blue sheep. Once you were done your hand was blue, you rubbed it on your clothes that were already blue.

"I think he likes you." Ghostbur cheerfully said.

You were so thankful for Tommy bringing you to that pier. It was the closure you needed to move on and focus on building a new life for all of you. A peaceful life, but it seemed too good to be true. Days went by like normal and that sometimes was too much for you. You worked on new buildings and worked with Tubbo's cabinet too, that was a new normality for you.

The unknown scared you, but you had your family here. You had made amends with them and now and this is what you wanted. But then again it all seemed too good to be true.

Nobody had told you anything, you weren't in cabinet meetings, nor around Tubbo or Tommy. You felt shut out, you felt sick. The cabinet had decided to do something about Tommy and Dream started to become involved in Tommy's predicament. Soon after Tommy was in court, stripped away of his vice presidency, and had been put on probation.

Tubbo had come to you about Tommy being exiled. There was a huge meeting with the cabient and Dream about that situation and you had stayed silent the whole time. You wanted what was best for L'Manburg, but Tommy was like a brother to you, you couldn't send him away to fend for himself. You could see the confliction on Tubbo's face as he was going through the same dilemma as you were.

In the end Dream gave Tubboo 3 days to chose if to exile Tommy or not.

Tubbo had talked to you about the situation before the second day came. You two were in the same boat when it came to exiling him. You two had came to a conclusion, Tubbo just had to talk with the rest of his cabinent for a final conclusion.

The second day came and the plan switched immediately when Tommy came and introduced it. He wanted to fight back against Dream, of course he did, but he wanted another man to come and help. They wanted Technoblade to join their revolt. Quackity and Fundy agreed with the idea, but Tubbo was more cautious. You hated it.

Technoblade wasn't a subject nor person you wanted to be associated with ever since that night in Pogtopia. After all this time you had forgotten about him, you had forgotten your failed attempt at rekindling your friendship until now.

Tubbo was cautious, but you were 100% against it. Tubbo agreed with the rest of the cabinet and Tommy. They eventually asked you, and of course you said no, but it didn't matter, majority rules in this case.

You all approched Dream intop of the obsidian walls with your final decision.

"We have come to a decision. Look around." Tubbk leaded.

"There's giant, obsidian walls." Dream answered calmly.

"There is, there is Dream. And that's a problem, okay? This is funny actually." Tubbo turned back to Tommy. "Tommy, I am- I am so sorry."

Tubbo continues to talk to Dream. "I have come to the decision, that it'll be better for the nation the most logical thing to do is for Tommy to be exiled from L'Manburg."

"What?"

"Tubbo?!"

"Teaming up with Technoblade is an awful idea! It's an awful idea!"

Oh thank goodness.

"We just had this conversation!" Fundy yelled.

"No! No! Okay?! Nothing! Involving any kind of conflict is not safe for this nation! You've undermined my authority from the get go! Okay! All of you! No one here has respected me. You all jump on these merry little bandwagons of destruction. It's not okay!"

Tubbo was livid. His face was turning red and will keep doing so if he kept yelling. You felt a familiar breeze beside you as you saw Ghostbur standing next to you and behind Tommy. He smiled at you and continued yo listen to Tubbo's angry speech. You wondered why he was here, why he showed up at times and then left. Like he only needed to listen and not give any input.

"You cant go back on the plan now?! What the hell?!" Tommy yelled.

"When I was sworn in I made a promise to do what was best for the nation. And right now, Tommy you, your presence here is not the best for his nation."

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you think ghostbur noticed. You were happy that you didnt need to see Technoblade again, but you were going to lose what you would call a brother. You started to backtrack on your final decision, you belived Tubbo was in thr right. Tubbo wanted what was best for L'Manburg and what was best for L'Manburg was for Tommy to be exiled. You wished there was another way, but you know Tommy was stubborn it wouldn't work that easy.

Your mind kept wandering to if Tubbo decided to team with Technoblade. He was right there would be destruction, a huge war and probably the end of L'Manburg. You didn't want that again, you didn't want to see him again. You couldn't help but wonder if he knew L'Manburg was brand new.

"Dream, please detain and escort Tommy out of my country."

Tommy was gone. Its been weeks, four weeks to be exact. L'Manburg was peaceful, everywhere was peaceful, but you had to admit that you missed him. Fundy and Quackity tried to convince Tubbo to bring Tommy back, but he already made up his mind. He was confident in his decision, you were proud he was ruling L'Manburg confidently, but everyone was weary.

You haven't seen Ghostbur around either, he must've been floating around somewhere. It's none of your business.

The walls have been taken down and L'Manburg was independent again. There were sacrifices to be made. There were a lot of sacrifices to be made to keep L'Manburg up, and you kept asking yourself if everything was worth it. Was the discs worth that much to Tommy? Was L'Manburg even a good choice to begin with?

Was Technoblade right?

The Butcher Gang. They were calling themselves The Butcher Gang. The cabinet had several meeting and came ti the decisions that the biggest problems in L'Manburg were Technoblade and Dream. The cabinet decided not to kill Dream because of the fact that he was allies with L'Manburg, so they decided to try and kill Technoblade.

Dumbasses. You've mentioned to Tubbo that he was a very, very, very dangerous man. Tubbo has seen him before! You asked Tubbo constantly why did he wants to kill him when he says that he didn't want to team up with him. Tubbo said it was for the better of L'Manburg, but dosent he know that might cause even more trouble?

You didnt want to join them, you couldn't risk your life for something that is impossible to achieve. You separated from the cabinet, you couldn't watch them do this and you tried to stop them, but they insisted on the act.

Lately you've seen more of Ghostbur and that made you happy. It made you happy he wanted to spend time with you and it made you forget the trouble brewing in the cabinet.

"What's wrong?" Ghostbur asked while sitting on the edge of the pier with you, and Friend who was tied to one of the pier's poles.

"It's nothing Ghostbur." You said with a sigh.

"Good!" He cheerfully said.

"Can I actually tel you something?" You asked again, you wanted to get this off of your chest.

"Of course." He smiled.

You sighed and then began to speak as you looked out to the water. "It's the cabinet, its Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity that's the problem."

"But they are wonderful people! What can they do wrong?" Ghostbur suddenly asked.

"They want to kill someone, Ghostbur."

"Maybe it was a misunderstanding."

"I dont- I dont think so." You hung your head looking at your feet.

"Ghostbur, they want to kill Technoblade and I dont-"

"Technoblade?! That's my friend! Why- why would they want to kill him?"

Your heart felt heavy at his words. Another point not to kill Technoblade, you didn't want Ghostbur to hurt, not like Wilbur.

"He was a friend of mine too once. When L'Manburg first got blown up he- we betrayed L'Manburg and then spawned 3 wither skeletons to destroy the rest of the citizens." You explained to Ghostbur's disrught face.

"You wouldn't do that! You're kind!" Ghostbur exclaimed.

"It wasn't my best decision Ghostbur. People can make bad mistakes. A lot of people do. They aren't pure like you." You smiled softly at him.

A long hush fell over the two of you until Ghostbur perked up.

"We need to save Technoblade!" He exclaimed.

"Ghostbur I cant do that."

"Why not?"

"Because me and Techno aren't friends anymore." You said sadly.

"Why not?"

You couldn't answer that. You can, you can give the right answer, but at this moment you couldnt tell the ghost who suddenly stood up next to you.

"If I take you to where Technoblade lives will you feel better?" Ghostbur asked with Friend's leash in his hands.

Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity didnt know where Technoblade lives and desperately wanted to know to kill him. Maybe this was a good idea. You tried to convince yourself that as you walked side by side with Ghostbur. You had followed him through the woods as he weaved in and out of the trees. Friend was following Ghostbur as well, he wouldn't let Friend stay anywhere out of his sight.

You were getting special treatment, you were about to find out where Technoblade lived before The Butcher Gang would. Would you be considered a traitor again? Tubbo wouldn't want you back in the cabinet if you knew where Technoblade lived and you didnt tell him.

The atmosphere got colder as you two ventured on, you didnt know he would retreat all the way out here. It was snowing and you didn't bring any type of warm clothing considering L'Manburg was rather warm. Ghostbur had no problem, neither did Friend. Luckily you saw a light in the dark woods. It was further away, but you could see the light expand as you two treaded over towards it.

"That's the house!" Ghostbur pointed too.

You two reached the end of the woods and before you was an opening. There was blanket of white snow everywhere, there were footprints in the snow, but they were being covered by the falling snow above you. It was a valley and the only thing there was a beautiful wooden house. It was errie, the only civilization here was was Technoblade who lived in the house.

"It's pretty lonely." You said still cautious of the situation.

"Yeah it's sad, but we're here and it's okay!" Ghostbur said.

"Sure." You whispered as Ghostbur continues to lead the way.

You two got closer and closer to the house and you continued to try and back out. It's too late to do so now, you didnt even feel like walking back to L'Manburg after you confront Technoblade again. The two of you were heading up to his door, your heart was beating heavier as you got to his door. You brought your fist up to knock on the door, hopefully he was home because you were freezing cold. You harshly knocked on his door and awaited for his response.

You two waited for a while, but no one was opening the door.

"Ghostbur why don't you go inside?"

"I'll just peak my head in!" He answered and did so. His head phased through the door and then he came back out with a frown on his face. "No one is in there."

"Why did we come here?" You sulked and started to turn away from the door.

"Why the hell are you two here at night?!"

"Oh! Techno! Hi!"

Shit. You were looking into his eyes and you froze when he turned to you. This was the first time you've seen him in years ever since Pogtopia, you hated it. It was embarrassing you tried to become friends long ago, but that failed, and now you were here again. He probably saw you as desperate, coming back to him after betraying him.

"Hello Ghostbur. How are you?" Technoblade walked in between the two of you opening the door to his house. When he walked in he intentionally left the door open for you and Ghostbur. Luckily it was warmer inside and you welcomed it.

"Im good! But we are here for you." Ghostbur cheerfully said.

"Oh really?" Technoblade said while occupying himself with something else, not even bothering to look at the two of you standing awkwardly at his closed door.

"Yeah, Y/N tell him!" Ghostbur urged you on.

You paused for a second before speaking to Technoblade, who wasnt even paying attention. "There's these people called the Butcher Gang."

"Sounds stupid."

"Yeah it is. And they want you."

Techno scoffed. "Want me for what?"

You knew Technoblade was smarter than this. He was bouncing around the room not even sparing a glance towards you. He wasn't paying attention.

"They want to kill you Technoblade."

He stopped all of his movements, stood up to his full height and looked towards you and Ghostbur for the first time you've been in his house.

"You better not be screwing with me."

"Why would I?!" You got offended by his statement.

"I dont know, because you show up to my house out of nowhere and tell me that people are trying to kill me. This could be a setup! I cant trust-"

"Okay! The Butcher Gang is Tubbo, Quackity and Fundy. Thats all I know of who's in the group. They want to kill you because you are a threat to L'Manburg. Trust me!" You cut him off and explained.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Technoblade asked you.

"Dont kill them, but I wanted to warn you. They are being reckless and since you're out here they shouldn't bother you. They're looking for more trouble, Tubbo already has a lot on his plate, this isn't a good idea for you nor L'Manburg."

You finished your statement still weary of this whole situation. You hated being in this situation, Techno's presence didn't make you uncomfortable it was just seeing him and warning him of future danger. You two weren't even considered close, why were you here? You were here for L'Manburg.

"Okay. I'll try. No promises though." Techno smirked and continued doing whatever task he was doing.

You found somewhere to sit for the time being knowing that you two wouldn't talk. Looking around the room you realized that Friend was alone inside the house without Ghostbur. You looked outside and saw him walking from the woods again in a rushed pace. You didn't know he left, he phased back into the house.

"They say they're gonna kill you. Y/n was right." Ghostbur says.

"Were you two leading them to my house?!"

"No."

"No we didn't! We didn't even know they were coming today!" You stood up looking out the window in search of Tubbo and the rest of them.

"Ghostbur who was with them?" You asked as Techno ran around the rooms for weapons and armor.

"Um, Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity..Oh! And Ranboo."

"Ranboo?!" That poor kid. What is he doing?

"Eventhough I hate to say this. I don't trust you. Get out." Technoblade paused infront of you before rushing to the other room. "And tell them I'm not home!"

"And if that dosent work?!" You yelled back.

"Then to hell with them!"

You rushed outside with Ghostbur, hoping that the Butcher Gang dosen't notice you were leaving Technoblade's house. It was too late, they were already lined up outside with full netherite armor and gear.

"Y/n?!"

"Wait what are you doing here?" Tubbo asked as you made your way towards them.

"Im- I wanted to try and rekindle mine and Technoblade's relationship." You used an old lie to get yourself out of this situation. This was an already bad look on you, hopefully your lie would work.

"I thought your friendship ended a long time ago?" Tubbo asked again.

"It did, but I wanted to try again." This was embarrassing, now you really seem desperate.

"I see, then move out of our way." Tubbo asked you harshly.

"Uh- hey." Technoblade came out of his house with full netherite too, you weren't protected, so you will have to stay out of the way.

"Why have you guys come all the way over here to my humble abode?" Technoblade started walking towards his stable where he kelt his horse. He tried to lighten the mood, but it didn't seem to work. As he moved you moved with him trying not to be inbetween the dangerous men with swords and enchanted armor.

"You need to pay for your war crimes." Tubbo said while following Technoblade.

"That was like- that's in the past! Alright, that was a different Technoblade. Im a changed man now! Im in retirement! Im a good person now Tubbo!" Technoblade dragged on as Tubbo just hummed in response.

Quackity spoke up. "Technoblade you exploded L'Manburg with fucking withers."

"You literally spawned Withers everywhere!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"Im sorry, Im sorry Technoblade as much as you changed you have to be brought to justice for that." Quackity interrupted Tubbo.

The Butcher Gang tried to speak to Technoblade at the same time, when Technoblade spoke up over them all.

"Listen guys! I've gone through so much effort over the past month to change my violent ways! I've reformed alright? The voices, they demand blood! And I- I have been denying THEM! Ive been fighting back! Please! Please dont make me kill all of you, please just leave."

You guess he has changed, but you knew somewhere in your mind that he wasn't talking about just the Butcher Gang, he was including you too. You were somewhat confident that you wouldn't be attacked or killed, but you were terribly wrong before.

There was back and forth banter between the two of them. Techno had tried to show the gang his bees and tried to make a run for it.

"Techno!"

"Hey!"

"He's running!"

The gang started running towards him, but instead of continuing he stopped and turned to them. You were trailing behind trying to catch up to them, you kept running after them. You were not equipped for this night, you didn't know Ghostbur was going to bring you out in the open cold. You could hear Ghostbur behind you as you continued to run towards them.

"Y/N you're gonna damage yourself!" Ghostbur's voice became more echoed and further away as you tried to get closer to the gang before they got killed.

"There's no other way."

"Tubbo dont be stupid!" You were right behind the Butcher Gang.

"There's no other way!"

Fuck

"I CHOSE BLOOD!"

A cloud of smoke enveloped the 6 of you and you suddenly could see. You could only see the glint of everyone's armor.

"Y/N get behind us!" Tubbo tried to blocked you off from reaching Technoblade.

"Why didn't you bring any armor?!" Quackity yelled.

"I didn't think i was gonna be fucking out here!"

Technoblade must've set off multiple smoke bombs because the smoke wouldn't stop, the smoke made you woozy, but the others didnt seemed phased by it at all and kept fighting Technoblade. Your lungs felt full, and you felt like passing out, but you wouldn't allow yourself to do so.

"Tubbo stop this!" You yelled out when the smoke cleared a little.

"No! He needs to pay!" He said while fighting with Fundy.

The air was still hazy and you lost sight of people occasionally. Whipping your head around you were met with what felt like the butt of a axe. You quickly saw a split second of a shiny axe and then a pain in your chest spiked up. You double back and tried to recover, but then you've been sliced in the thigh and a deep cut in your side taking you down to the ground. You were bleeding out and desperately trying to heal the wound in your side. You felt your consciousness slowly slip from you as you laid on the snow. The warm contrast of your blood compared to the cold snow was sad. You always get hurt, no matter what you do. It's inevitable, and you finally gotten used to it.

The last thing you heard was yelling, but it slowly faded out.

You were warm, and not in the middle of nowhere anymore. You opened your eyes to see yourself staring at a polished wood ceiling, the soft pillows and blankets around you made everything feel so much better. Your whole body hurts, you dont want to move nor do you want to remember. Thank goodness that someone had patched you up, you didn't want to die. You tried shifting your body but the pain in your side was denying any movement.

"Oh! You're awake thank God!" A voice called out from your side. You looked over to see the half human hafl enderman sitting in a chair by a window. "I thought you weren't gonna wake up! Tubbo and the rest if the cabinet was worried as well."

"Were you the one who patched me up?" You asked carefully.

"Yeah! Luckily I can see in that fog, so I took you away and patched you up." Ranboo smiled.

"Who- who hit me?" You asked trying to sit up again.

Ranboo paused. "Technoblade." Ranboo said in a somber tone.

"I see." You sighed.

Ranboo helped you sit back on the headboard of the bed and you two continued to talk.

"Are you mad at him?"

"Im just upset. Its okay, he said he'll kill all of us so I knew he would." You kept your gaze at you lap.

"Yeah I get it." Ranboo replied.

"I have a question ranboo!" You perked up.

"Yeah? Shoot."

"Why did you join the Butcher Gang?" You asked the taller man. He stayed silent thinking of a right answer before actually speaking.

"They were nice to me. I trust people who are nice to me, that show me kindness and treat me with respect. I know its lame, my answer isn't fully fleshed out, but that's the reason." Ranboo shrugged and you nodded.

You would love to know Ranboo more, he seems like a great guy, but he's just lost.

"Oh! I forgot! You have a letter!" Ranboo walked around the bed and brought out a folded piece of paper and handed it to you.

You unfolded it and began to read.

𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

- 𝘋

"Execution site?" You looked towards Ranboo.

"Oh yeah! Technoblade's execution is today an-"

"How the hell did you get him?!" You interrupted him. "Im sorry."

Ranboo looked shocked before composing himself. "Dont worry! Well, we took his horse hostage and he immediately wanted to surrender if we didn't let Carl go." Ranboo gathered stuff around the room. "And the execution is today, happening in a few minutes and I need to be there. I'll be back soon to check up on you!"

You nodded and continued to listen to him.

"Are- are you coming?" Ranboo sent one last glance towards you before making his way out.

"You know you dont HAVE to go." You said trying to ease the tension.

"I know. I really do know." He sighed. "Are you sure you dont want to?"

"No, Im okay." You sent him a smile.

You had lied again. Of course you didn't want to see Technoblade get killed, but that note that was left made you go to the cave. You trudged you way up to said cave, even though the pain in your side was unbearable you continued on. Once you had gotton up to the cave, you peaked inside cautiously. You saw a man in a cloak with a familiar mask on with Technoblade's horse. You knew it was Dream.

"Hello."

"Hello Dream."

"I will cut right to the chase. Take Carl and wait here. I have other work to do." He handed you the reigns to Carl and started to leave.

"Excuse me!? What do I do? Why do I wait here?!" You yelled after him and he just waved you off.

You rolled your eyes and found a stone in the cave to rest against with Carl's reigns lazily in your hands.

You didnt know what time it was, but the sun was slowly going down, it wasn't particularly sunset, but you knew it was late. Your eyes began to close until your heard screaming in the distance. You sat up slowly, now fully alert. You held Carl's reigns tighter as you backed into the cave more and more.

Footsteps were heard in the distance coming up to the cave and you thought if Dream had set you up for failure. The footsteps grew louder until a panting Technoblade appeared at the entrance at the cave. He looked horrible, he was thinking the same thing about you.

You two exchanged no words. You didn't want to say anything, what would you even say? He rushed over to Carl and started petting him. "Carl you're okay!"

You hummed as you and Techno shared a glance. He smiled at you. He smiled at you. It's been so long since you've seen him smile. He didn't need words to communicate, his eyes and smile said enough. You matched his smile and gave him a knowing nod and he did the same.

"Feel better eh?" Technoblade started conversation.

"Not really. What about you?"

"Eh- used a totem of undying just now."

"What?! Really?" You exclaimed. "I guess that's why you're here now huh?"

"Yeah I'll tell you about it sometimes." He smiled and climbed atop of his horse and you could see him thinking. "Im sorry too. You almost died cause of me. Thats is unacceptable, I shouldn't- I shouldn't have attacked you. I couldn't-"

"You cant control it. It's gonna take me awhile to recover, but..." You touched your bandaged cut. "It'll take me some time."

Technoblade nodded knowing what you meant. He could always read your mind somehow, thats what made you two work. Knowing eachother. He sent you one last silent goodbye before riding out of the cave. You knew that trust was somewhat restored, and that you two were better than before. This might be a new beginning.

A very angry Quackity came running around the corner of the cave and spotted you leaving. He whipped his head around to you.

"Hey! Where the fuck is Techno?!" He yelled at you.

"I don't know-"

"Dont bullshit me!"

"I. Don't. Know." You said more sternly. He gave you a hard glare before running away.

You went the opposite way trying to make it back to the room you woke up in before Ranboo came back.

Earlier you were desperately trying to befriend Techno, but things come more naturally you learned. You cant rush things, nor control this world. Things will fall into place, your and Technoblade's friendship will blossom again.

You will never find peace, but that's okay. You should be used to it by now. Everything is chaotic, but everything will be okay.

[teebarnes]

🌿 | Please Forgive Me, Love.

Pairing: AU!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary: Bucky has one more name on his 'Making Amends' list that he needs to tick off, it took him a while but he's finally ready.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Sad Bucky, Therapy, Swearing, angst, angst, angst.

A/N: Not sure what urged me to write this... I was curious about making this a series but ended up writing this. I wrote it as AU tfatws Bucky because of the importance of the reader in this fic. I hope you enjoy! :)) just a whole bunch of sadness...

**This will possibly end up as a two-part fic, let me know what you think?

Likes, Reblogs and Comments are really appreciated! Thanks for sticking around :)

Regime to make amends with everyone on his list, James Bucky Barnes successfully crossed the second to last person out of his small notebook. He sat on a park bench somewhere on the streets of New York City, tapping his overused pencil onto the lines of the notebook as the thoughts rush through his head.

His focus turns back to the list he had created in the old notebook Steve had given to him years before he died. Then, with a great big sigh, he looks at the last name that lingered at the bottom of his list, one more, there was one more name that he had to cross out. The one he had been avoiding ever since he started his 'making amends' journey.

"Fuck you, asshole", you chuckled as you ran away from him, "now c'mon doll, don't be like that, you're gonna get your dress wet" he smirks as the pair of your run through the rain trying to catch you in his arms. Grabbing you by the waist he wraps his arms around you from behind, lifting you up as you squirm, trying to get yourself free from his grasp.

His chin sits on one of your shoulders as his lips touch the lobe of your head; resting his cheek against yours, he cuddled you. "I love you so much," he said, making you melt right into his hold. "I love me too," you laughed, which only made him hug you tighter, squeezing all the laughter you hand out through your mouth.

He let you go, turning around wrapping your arms supportingly around his neck. Both of you begin to slow dance to the music that was playing a tent away. His hands firmly gripping your hips, you both sway, staring into the eyes of each other. The way you both smiled at each other, he looked at you in awe before leaning his head down to kiss your soft lips.

"I love you so much, Mrs Barnes", he smirks into the kiss. You blush, looking up into his ocean blue eyes. "I love you so so much, Mr Barnes". The newlyweds you were, danced away into the night, making it one you would remember. "With all my heart", you let out, causing Bucky to grin cheesily before pretending to rip his heart from his chest giving it to you. You both chuckled; taking his hands into yours, you kissed the inner of Bucky's palms.

~

Snap! Snap! The sound of clicking fingers alluded to the ears of James as he sat on the couch of his therapist, Dr Raynor's office. "Earth to Barnes. I mean, what the fuck are you doing?" The therapist asks, "you've been sitting like a duck for a good 10 mins now", she retorts. Bucky looks at her with a deep glare. "I was trying to drown out the noise of your voice", he half laughs.

His comment caused Raynor to shake her head in disappointment. She opened her notebook, resting it on her lap, "oh cmon' doc! I was just joking." he half laughs again.

"No need to bring out your journal," he warns as she begins to write things onto the page. "dear diary... James was a total ass today in therapy," "James! I'm serious. You have no friends and still only four contacts on your phone. the last person you called was me, and that was four weeks ago." she sighs. "I have friends... they just don't have phones", he lets out. "Mhm, okay, sure." she rests her notepad back on the table beside her.

After the mishap with John Walker, overruling Bucky's mental health judgment, he thought it would be best for himself to go back to therapy. Now everything was slowly going back to a dull and eventful mood. Bucky needed something to lull himself out of his own apartment every week besides the constant hanging out with Sam.

"Now tell me? How has your list been?" Bucky cringes at the mention of his list "yeah, all done" he gave a fake smile which didn't fool Raynor. The notebook sat beside him as a force of habit when coming to these therapy session, "can I see?" She asked, and he didn't reply but gripped the book of paper tight in his hand. Finally, the therapist got up and snatched it from him "for fuck sakes, James, stop being a child" it wasn't often a therapist and their clients would fight like that. Still, they had a good bond, and quite frankly, Bucky didn't care.

"You're lashing out at me again, doc, how professional," he remarked as she sat back into the mould of her seat, opening the folded notebook. She looks up at Bucky, "you haven't crossed off her name yet."

Raynor awaited his reply, "James..." "I-I'm not ready yet, okay?" He looks down at his hands. She nodded. "Well, when you are, I'll be here if you ever need me", Bucky gets up as Dr Raynor returns the book to him "don't go soft on me now, doc" he nods before walking out, "see you next session James".

Bucky was determined to get your name crossed off his list, but he never did have to courage when attempting to "make amends". Thinking about you only brought back the happy memories he once had. After the blip, and before the blip, all he could do was think about the life he could've had with you. If Bucky had just stayed when you begged him before he went off for his tour, maybe everything would’ve been a bit different.

But it was 80 years too late. Bucky knew; that life wasn't there for him anymore. After the return of the infinity stones, Bucky retired away from S.H.I.E.L.D. The only request is that if he were to be pardoned, he had to endure weekly therapy until he was deemed fit for life again. He secluded away into a small apartment that he got from Steve's inheritance which Bucky was reluctant to accept. Steve had put Bucky into his will, knowing that he'd eventually need it when he needed it.

An hour after Bucky got back to his small apartment, Sam stopped by. Not that it was anyone's business, including his therapist, but Bucky harboured an iPhone that Sam set up for him. Bucky had gotten a burner phone to use at the therapist, so she didn't know what he was really doing these days. Nevertheless, he had actually talked to Sam quite a lot, formed a somewhat tolerable bond with his fellow Avenger. His life was going great except for the part where he had been missing you for the last 80 years.

"I got what you asked for, Bucky," Sam said, opening the door to his apartment. Bucky looked up from the couch. "Oh hey, Sam", he nodded, getting up as Sam handed him over the paper. Bucky looked light-eyed at Sam, giving a big shy "You still want me to come?". Sam asked, patting his friend's back, "y-yeah… Thanks, man." Bucky replied, grabbing his jacket from the rack. Sliding it onto himself, adjusting the straps for his gloves.

Sam nodded, walking back out the door, waiting for Bucky to follow out. "Now… did you want to walk there or-" Bucky cuts Sam off when he closed the door to his apartment "walking there is fine. I need to walk", he huffed before walking across the road. "Are you sure she is there? Did you check" Bucky turns to his friend before resting his hands into the nooks of his jacket pockets. Sam nodded. "Yep, I double-checked, and I asked in the favour from Sharon," he replies.

~

Sam and Bucky were just around the corner of their destination, nervous, the strong, determined Bucky was having second thoughts about his plans to make amends with you. Sam knew he'd eventually give out, so he continued to walk in encouragement. "Cmon' bud. Around here" Sam stops opening the gate to the cemetery. "S-sam, I don't know about this" he scratches the back of his head, reluctant to step foot in the yard. "Bucky, please don't do this. Look how far you've gotten, just a little more bud?" Sam looks at Bucky, who is mustering up the courage to walk in. It only took him a few moments more before he stepped foot inside the gate, fuck! There is no going back now.

Sam leads him to the beautifully engraved headstone. Black marbled, fresh flowers protected the monument. Bucky falls softly to his knees at the read of your name. Tears fall in sadness and heartbreak as he glides his thumb over the gold lettering 'In the memory of y/n m/n Barnes'. Sam takes a kneel beside Bucky resting one hand on his shoulder for support. Bucky lets his cry slip from his mouth as his head hangs down in shame. he read the lettered headstone that looked too new to be old.

'A friend, family and Wife of beloved husband Bucky Barnes, mother of the late Lane Val Barnes', Bucky stoped at the name before breaking down even more. "L-lane?.. I-" "I didn't know if I should've told you or not, Buck-" he looks down before continuing "Sharon found out that your wife must've been pregnant, u-unfortunately, she passed a few months after birth.". Bucky furrowed his eyebrow in pain. "P-please leave me for a few minutes, Sam. I need to be alone", he sniffed, using the side of his hand to wipe his running nose. Sam nodded and got up. "I'll be around if you need me." He said before walking a distance.

Bucky scooted closer to your headstone before resting his forehead on the stone. His eyes closed.

~

"I'm serious, doll! Lane is a beautiful name for a girl" It was a few months after the pair of you wed, and Bucky began to talk about kids with you. You weren't opposed to the idea, and quite frankly, you were ready for kids. "That's if we have a girl, Buck." You laugh, shaking your head as you stir the pasta sauce listening to the sound of your husband mumble on about names blah blah blah… "How about Val?" You questioned as you turned to face Bucky, using the spoon to give him a little taste of your homemade sauce.

"Val?" He squints at you before tasting the sauce "mhm, that's your best yet." He smiles, and you continue, "Val short for Valerie? Or Val on its own. I believe it's a gender-neutral name" you giggle to yourself before turning back to the stove. "Well… Well." Bucky took a second to think, "Lane could be a boys name too, no?" You laughed lightly at your husband's remark, "No Hunny, Lane is better for a female than male". Bucky grinned ear to ear.

"I'd think a girl would be amazing, then I'd have another of you to love so dearly?" He said, sneaking up behind you wrapping his buff arms around your waist. You jump a bit before snuggling back into his chest, "only time will tell, my love" you smiled. Ending the memorable conversation before Bucky assists you in finishing dinner, not without continuing his rant on having children.

~

Bucky's tears fall like rain onto the fresh irises and tulips that laid softly against your rest. He softly rested his hand on the top of the stone; wanting so hard to wrap his arms around you again, kiss you as if it was the first time, dance around with you like you did all those years ago or even hear your voice telling him it would all be okay but that wouldn't happen regardless his deepest desire. But, Bucky knew what he had to do and why he had to do it. It was the only way he could move on.

"Thank you for your love and the life you had given me; rest softly, my doll". He set a kiss upon your gold-lettered name before standing on his two's, letting himself glance once more at your headstone.

Bucky makes his way towards the gate, his eyes fixed on the little note book in his hand. Staring right at the only name not crossed out on his list, he mutters one last request letting a single tear fall from the surface of his face

"Please forgive me, my love".

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[moldisgoodforyou]

on my mom's grave

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warnings: n/a

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“How drunk do you think we’re going to get tonight?” Sophie asked, tipping back the last of a lemon White Claw as the two of them got ready for the night in her room.

“Dunno. I’m not really feeling it tonight.”

She paused, glancing back at him. “Do you not want to go?”

He shook his head and took the can from her, disappointed to realize there was nothing left. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m cool. Probably just won’t drink.”

“Is this about the phone call with your dad earlier?”

Rafe sighed, gritting his teeth. “It’s not - I’m fine, Soph.”

She crossed her arms and eyed him over, trying to get a read on his body language. “You’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” After Rafe tugged his shirt over his head, ready much faster than Sophie, he paced around the room for a few seconds before speaking up. "Hey, so...Sarah's getting presented at the annual deb ball in spring."

Sophie seemed unbothered, turning her back to him as she wrestled her way into a crop top to get ready for the night. "Those are still a thing? Cool, so you're going home for it?" She paused, glancing over at him in his polo. "Undo another button."

He did so, then rocked back on his heels with his hands in his pockets, trying to figure out what to say next.

She slowly turned back to him, realizing he was still tense across his shoulders. "What?"

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign he was nervous and Sophie wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Yeah...my dad wanted you to come home for it too."

"What? Ward? Why?"

"He, kinda, uh, wants you to be presented too?"

She just laughed, turning back to the mirror with her brow furrowed in slight concentration as she applied another coat of mascara. "Okay. Sure." But when he didn't elaborate, she turned back to him again, lips pursed. "Cameron. Tell me you told him no."

"...I didn't not not tell him no."

"Rafe."

He cracked under her stare. "I'm sorry, okay! Look, it's easy, all you have to do is throw on a pretty white dress and gloves -"

"A dress that costs thousands of dollars -"

"Hundreds, but - I'll cover you, obviously -"

"No." She turned back to the mirror, shaking her head. "Fuck no. I'm not going."

"Sophie." He nearly begged, stepping closer and running his hand through his hair. "Baby. C'mon."

"Don't call me that. No. I don’t fit into that part of your world.”

"Not even for me?" He pleaded, giving her a half-hearted grin. He ignored her last sentence, knowing any argument he had for her point would be dismissed in two seconds. "I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important, you know that."

She turned back to him with crossed arms, fixing him with a glare. "Do I know that?"

"Soph."

"Don't, Rafe." She warned, holding one hand out, but he stepped closer anyways.

"Angel. Please. For me." He forced a smile, tried cracking a joke. "I really don't want to have to call him up and get read the riot act."

She furrowed her brow and Rafe reached out and smoothed out the lines in between her eyebrows before he could stop himself, making her soften just a little. "If I were to say yes. What would I have to do?"

"Just wear the dress, attend a dinner, party the night before and party that night." He paused, thinking. "And stay at my house for the weekend. Be civil to my dad.” At her eyeroll, he fixed her with a more serious gaze. “Meet my grandparents. Hang with my sisters. C'mon, Wheezie adores you."

"You're lying."

"I'm not. She thinks you're cool. Sarah too, but she’s less likely to admit it." He kissed her forehead, hands going to her waist. "Please?"

"It's that important?"

"I swear. On my mom's grave."

Sophie frowned immediately, reaching up to fix his hair. "That's not necessary."

"You'll do it?"

"...Yes." When he made a small fist pump, she fixed him with a glare. "Only because I love you."

“I'll go down on you every night for the next two weeks -”

She rolled her eyes at his promise, shoving lightly at his chest. "You basically already do that anyways, Rafe -”

"Okay, fine, I'll tie you up, something, anything, god, thank you, Soph. You don't know how big of a favor this is. I mean it." He sighed in relief, the tension draining from his body.

She ignored him, turning back to the mirror to apply lip gloss, carefully smearing the wand across her lips. “Why does he want me to do this? I don’t understand.”

“Is that the sticky stuff? I hate that stuff, it gets all over me when we’re kissing -” He started, then quickly shut his mouth as she flipped him off without looking. “Uh, ‘to integrate you into our society.’ Direct quote.”

“Oh god.” She groaned, setting the lip gloss aside after applying it, then started searching through her jewelry case. “So I’m gonna have to be on my best kook behavior?”

He snorted. “Sophie Flint, a kook. Not likely.”

“Watch it.” She pointed a warning finger in his face. “You don’t see anything weird with this? Your dad hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“Rose does.”

“That’s not true either.”

Sophie raised her eyebrows, challenging him.

He shrugged, relenting with a sigh. “You’re not her favorite person, no, but neither am I.”

“You think this was more her idea? For Sarah to do it too?”

“Nah, actually, pretty sure it was my grandparents’ idea. Probably Granddad. My mom went through all this, so…”

She turned her back to him and gathered her hair, offering the clasp of her gold chain to him. “Your mom was a debutante?” She questioned with interest.

_______

Rafe rarely ever talked about his mom - Sophie had only found out how she died from a newspaper article in the online archives, and hadn’t wanted to bring it up since. All she knew was that Mrs. Cameron had passed away in a car accident when Rafe was fourteen.

Both Sophie and Rafe’s schools shared a building, despite them going to private academies, and overlapped for certain advanced placement classes. In freshman year, they were together for AP chemistry, with Sophie sitting proudly at the front of the class while Rafe sat in the back with a group of his friends, often cracking jokes at inappropriate times or throwing wads of paper at each other. Freshman year Sophie was the epitome of stuck-up - she resorted to insults instead of making friends and kept to herself, terrified someone might find out that she was on scholarship and wasn’t truly meant to be there.

The day after the car accident, Rafe was unusually quiet. Sophie hadn’t heard the news yet, it was barely second period and she wasn’t looped into the trail of gossip like the rest of the girls at Greenville. They were partnered for an experiment that day - Rafe had groaned when he heard Sophie’s name after his from the teacher, and Sophie barely suppressed a roll of her eyes. She took charge right away, getting all the supplies and set up their work station without even addressing him. After a few minutes, she slid the small glass of solution to Rafe, raising her eyebrows. “You can do the work too, you know.”

He was completely spaced out, only glancing up when she said something. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, lifting a beaker and extending it to him. “Yeah. I know. Just drop in 10 milliliters of the solution, it’s not hard.”

Rafe sighed as he rested his elbows on the edge of the table, rubbing his temples. “Look, can you just do it?”

She finally took note of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders were slumped, but misinterpreted it all. She smirked, taking on a taunting tone. “What, you’re still drunk from last night or something?”

He gritted his jaw, his entire body growing tense, and tugged at the collar of his polo. “Fuck off, Flint. Not in the mood today.”

She recoiled immediately, setting the beaker down with a little too much force. “Don’t be an asshole.”

“Don’t be a fucking bitch.” He spit back, standing abruptly. She winced as the stool squeaked across the floor, drawing everyone’s attention - as if they hadn’t had it already. Kelce stepped over and went to grab Rafe’s arm, possibly pull him away, but Rafe just wrenched his arm out of his grip. “I’m fine.” He growled, storming out of the classroom without looking back.

After a few moments of stunned silence, with Sophie on the verge of shocked tears, their teacher cleared her throat and redirected everyone’s attention, pointing one of the girls over to join Sophie instead. Molly made her way over, occupying Rafe’s seat in the space across from her. “Poor Rafe,” she murmured.

Sophie frowned, pulling her jacket tighter across her chest like a shield of armor. “Poor Rafe? What?”

Molly nodded, lowering her voice a little. “Yeah, you didn’t hear? I’m surprised he’s at school, honestly.”

“I didn’t...what happened?”

“Oh.” Molly frowned. “Um. You know that winding road, the one that goes downhill toward the ballet studio?”

Sophie didn’t, she didn’t even have a clue - the ballet studio was on the entire opposite side of the island from where she lived, the height of Figure 8, and she hadn’t ever had a reason to even venture that way. “Yeah? What does that have to do with Rafe?”

“Um, well, it was pouring last night, and his mom was driving down that road. I heard she lost control of the car and wrecked it. There was, like, a drunk driver that swerved into her lane, but she tried to avoid him and hit a tree.” Molly told her, careful on the details.

“I’m pretty sure the Camerons can replace a car.” Sophie replied, not wanting Molly to confirm where she thought she was going with the story. She dug her nails into the skin of her thigh anyways, feeling anxiety bubble up in her chest.

Molly shook her head, slowly. “Mrs. Cameron died, Sophie.”

Her heart dropped and she bit the inside of her cheek, hard. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the sirens last night, I saw like eight police cars last night headed toward his house. I heard Sarah was in the car too, I think -”

“Is Sarah okay?” She couldn’t concentrate on anything but her ears ringing, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Oh, yeah, I think so. But god, how awful, right? The funeral is next weekend, Ward Cameron told my dad this morning. Is your family going?”

“Um...I don’t know.” Sophie glanced toward the door, hoping to god he would come back through the door and Molly would confess that it was all a joke, that she hadn’t just started something with Rafe on that day of all days.

________

Rafe nodded. “Yeah. ‘Course she was. I think she really enjoyed it, actually, she’d always tell Sarah when she was little about how pretty she would look in the dress, how important it was to learn the right etiquette and -” He cut himself off, realizing he was sharing too much, and deftly fastened the clasp before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, letting her step away. “All that.”

“Huh.”

He smiled to himself, thinking about how his mom would let little Sarah play dress up in her old ballgown with gloves that went up to her armpits, wobbling around in high heels twice the size of her feet. His mom would tell Rafe he’d have to watch out for Sarah with her escort, keep him in line, and that when he was in college he’d be presenting a girl as well. But he was nine and didn’t think of girls in that way quite yet, so he always scowled and left the room.

“It’s kind of cool, I think. The tradition of it all.”

“The ball? Have you been?” She caught his eye in the mirror as she adjusted her top, not wanting to push for too much information before he’d shut down altogether.

“No...I was gonna present Brooklyn at the one here in Columbus, sophomore year’s normally when the girl gets presented, but. Yeah. No, I meant, it’s kind of cool that you’ll be doing something my mom did.” He rubbed the back of his neck, meeting her gaze for a moment then looked away.

“Yeah?”

“She would have liked you. I know it.”

Sophie perked up a little, cocking her head. “You really mean it?”

“Yeah. She would have liked that you have an attitude with me.” He grinned when she turned back around and took his hand, tugging him over to sit on the bed next to her. “She was always saying I needed to find someone to match my energy, keep me in check. I wish she could have met you.”

“I did meet her. Once.”

He perked up, cocking his head. “You did?”

“Yeah, I served her when I was working at the restaurant at the country club once, I was only fourteen. I remember she made some comment about me being too young to work and I told her I liked it. Then she asked my name, and I remember she seemed like she knew already when I told her.” Sophie nodded. “She was really nice, left way too big of a tip and wrote my name on the bill. I always thought that was funny.”

Of course she knew, Rafe thought as he smiled to himself. She knew, because Rafe had come home and complained about a girl getting on his nerves every single week since seventh grade. She knew, when the complaints turned to “why won’t just be nice to me” and his mom had quipped that Sophie probably liked him - he had scoffed and walked away. She knew, because his mom had come home from the country club and told him Sophie Flint was a much nicer girl than Rafe painted her to be, and Rafe had immediately turned bright red and been embarrassed that his mom sought her out.

“I like that.” She leaned into him, taking his hand to play with his rings. “Will your grandparents be there? At the ball?”

“Oh, yeah. They sit on the board, I’m pretty sure, it’s this gigantic charity event. I’ll introduce you, but don’t worry, they’re chill. Nothing like my dad.” He adjusted himself so she was comfortable, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She chewed on the inside of her lip, treading carefully. “I thought your dad grew up on the Cut.”

“He did. But my mom, no way. Kook through and through. That’s, uh, where a lot of my trust is from. After she died, um. She wanted to be sure me and Sarah were set.” He shrugged, ears turning red as he felt his throat getting tight.

Sophie frowned, feeling him closing off, and leaned closer to hug him, arms wrapped tight around his waist. “You know you can talk to me about this stuff whenever, Rafe? I’d like to hear more about your mom. She sounds like an amazing woman.”

“She was.” He nodded, settling his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes for a moment. “Thanks, Soph. This is a really big deal to me, that you’ll go. I know it’s not your scene.”

“Love you.” She murmured. “You’d better buy me a pretty dress.”

He laughed, leaning back just enough to tip up her chin with one finger and kiss her. “You’ll be the best looking one there. I swear.”

“Oh, I already knew that.”

“Okay, okay, big head -”

She swatted his arm, laughing as she ducked out from under him. “Watch it, or I won’t go -”

“I was kidding!” He exclaimed, wrestling with her for a moment before grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head.

Sophie sucked in a breath, caught off guard. “We are going to be late.”

“We’re already late.” He pointed out, taking a moment to realize the lack of innocence in the position, then slowly smirked. “We could be later. They’re not gonna miss us.”

“Rafe.”

“Sophie.”

“No.”

“You’re positive?”

She just gave him a look, staring him dead in the eyes and willing herself not to react when he leaned down with a grin and kissed the bridge of her nose.

“Please?”

“Fine. The ball or sex right now. You choose.” She raised her eyebrows, arching her back a little on purpose, pressing her hips up against his.

“That’s not fair.” He frowned, immediately shifting his hips away and moving so both his knees were on either side of her instead. “This is blackmail.”

“Your choice.” She reminded him, biting her lip for good measure.

He faltered, sitting back on her thighs and letting go of her wrists. “Soph, it’s - it’s for my mom. I swear. Not for my dad, Rose, anyone else.”

Sophie dropped the teasing act right away, propping herself up on her elbows. “Right, right, sorry. I won’t push it.”

“It’s alright.” He climbed off her, standing, and offered his hands. “Five bucks James makes some joke about us being late because we were having sex.”

“I’m not taking you up on that.” She rolled her eyes, accepting his hand and pulled him into a hug. “Love you long time, Cameron.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Love you too, favorite girl.”

“What do the dresses look like?”

“Uh...white?” Rafe shrugged, tugging on her hand to get her to follow him downstairs. “I dunno. When we go home for Thanksgiving I’ll book you an appointment to get fitted, I think it’s at some bridal shop on the mainland.”

“Sounds expensive.” She muttered, shaking her head.

“It’s…yeah. It’s not cheap.” He admitted, then shrugged as she followed him out the door, starting their walk toward the bars. “I’ll take care of it though. All of it. By the way, have you booked your flight home for Thanksgiving yet?”

“Um...no. I was going to look this week, it’s probably too late now though.”

“Hm.”

“Hm? Why, are you going home?”

Rafe nodded, not looking her in the eye. “Taking the plane.”

“Oh. Of course.”

“The plane...that no one else will be on...and it’s kinda ridiculous for you to waste money and carbon emissions on a separate flight…” He tried convincing her, a small smile playing on his lips as she rolled her eyes.

“You need to learn how carbon emissions work if you’re going to use that as an argument with me.”

“So that’s a no to sex on the plane?”

Sophie stopped in her tracks, confused. “That wasn’t - Rafe, what?”

“You, me, alone on the plane. Sorry, was I not clear enough?”

“I didn’t even say yes -”

“Oh, so you’re going to leave me all by myself on our one-year anniversary -”

She raised her eyebrows, challenging him. “When’s our anniversary, Rafe?”

He raised his back, stopping on the sidewalk to face her. “On my terms or yours? Because if we’re going with mine, it’s Halloween -”

“No, I had to ask you to be my boyfriend, it’s November 18th -”

“That is such an arbitrary thing, Sophie -”

“Hey! Stop stealing my vocabulary.” She interjected, pushing at his chest. “It’s the 18th, because I had to ask you out.”

“Okay. Whatever story makes you happy.” He shrugged, laughing when she shoved at him again. “Come on the plane with me.”

“...Fine. Only because I don’t want to miss our class reunion party on Wednesday night, I’m pretty sure some people still don’t believe we’re together.”

Rafe laughed loud at that, looping his arm around her shoulders and started walking again. “Pretty sure Topper still thinks it’s all an elaborate lie.”

“Does he know that we nearly hooked up in his room last winter break?”

“No.” He grinned. “Are you forgetting that you had to sprint into his bathroom right when I was about to kiss you because of some tequila thing you had?”

She tilted her head slightly. “You’re remembering wrong. That was sophomore year, before we were dating, I barely drank last year...you almost kissed me?”

“What? No, I think...remember, we were arguing over something, then you whispered in my ear to go up to his room and left. I went up a couple minutes later.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t going to make a move, Brooklyn and I were together then.”

Sophie scowled at the mention of Brooklyn. “I must have been hammered, I don’t remember any of this.”

“You wanted me.” He smirked, trailing his fingers along her collarbone. “One might say desperate.”

“No, no. All I remember is waking up in Topper’s bed feeling like shit, I had some crewneck on from your academy.” She ignored the blush creeping up her neck.

“How do you think you got there and got the sweatshirt?” He frowned. “I took care of you, Sophie. You really don’t remember?”

“I think I blacked out.” She confessed, shaking her head. “You took care of me?”

“Of course I did. Plus, I thought I was about to get some, I would have done anything for you.” He grinned, laughing when she shoved his shoulder. “Really thought that was the night I’d finally win you over.”

“Yeah, well, you can blame Sarah for her heavy pour that night.” She shook her head, smiling fondly. “I really wish I remembered that.”

“I wish you remembered too. Maybe you would have given me a chance before then instead of setting me up with Julia.”

“I - no! She asked to be set up with you, no, I did not instigate that at all.” She defended herself straightaway, cheeks flushing pink. “She said if I wasn’t going to make a move, then she was going to.”

“Sure. Whatever you believe.” He teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they arrived at the bar. “Hey, Soph.”

She rolled her eyes, going to get in the winding line outside until he tugged her wrist back, pulling her to his chest. “What?”

“Thank you. I mean it.”

Sophie softened, smiling as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. “Of course, baby. I’ve got your back.”

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[fem-dom-roze]

Sub!Kuroo X Dom!Reader

(Switch relationship)

You and Kuroo had been dating for 2 years now... It was quite clear that he was the Dom in the relationship. One day you found his search history and found searches like this-

'how to bring out Dom in s/o'

'bringing out the dom'

It caused a smirk to creep up on your face. He doesn't know what he got himself into ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

!SMUT AHEAD!

Contains: blowjob, edging, overstimulation, handcuffing, and obviously, Sub Kuroo~

You hear the door click, seems like Kuroo is back from his show.

"Hey Chibi-Chan!" Says Kuroo while hugging you from behind as you pour some water for him. "How was your show?" You ask.

"It was great Chibi-Chan, kinda incomplete without you though! What was so important anyway that you stayed at home?"

"Oh don't worry, you'll know!"

"Oh come on~ tell me!"

You turn around, now him grabbing you by the waist and you looking up at him. He smiles and kisses you, you kissing him back.

"Now tell me!" Kuroo exclaims.

You suddenly pin him towards the kitchen counter and start kissing him. His eyes widen but he kisses back and melts into it after a few seconds. You pull back from the kiss, to catch some breath but pull him into a kiss again this time while slowly dragging him towards the couch. Once there, you push him towards the couch, and smirk down at him.

"Woah Chibi-Chan, I gotta admit that was.. kinda hot but.. where did that come from?!" He said in between breaths.

"You haven't heard about incognito mode have you sweetheart?" You say.

He turns red and his eyes widen, "wha-what do you mean?"

You crawl on top of him, get close to his ear, kitty lick it and seductively say-

"Exactly what you think baby~"

He groans a bit, giving you an idea about his weak spot. You nibble on his ear, making him grunt and slowly start to take off his shirt. Being an athlete, his body is pretty toned and could make anyone's knees weak, but this time... You were incharge. You start kissing down his jawline, to his abs and then to his pelvis line but stop and then suddenly get off of him and walk towards the room. He huffs and in a whiny voice says, "Where are you going?"

You don't reply.

After a few seconds you come back but, there's something in your hands.

He tries to focus and...

HANDCUFFS?!

You handcuff his hands together.

"Chibi-Chan! Don't do that now~"

"You like it though don't you?"

"N-no I don't!"

"Your bulge says otherwise sweetheart"

You start stroking his cock ignoring the layers of clothes between your hand and his crotch, making his breath hitch, while at the same time biting his neck. You continue your actions till he is really close. A little, "gonna cum-" reaches your ears between the groans and you immediately remove your hand making his eyes widen.

"What do you t-think you're doing?! L-let me cum, Chibi-Chan~"

"Aw, I am afraid that's not gonna happen anytime soon baby"

"Wait wha-"

You cut him off with a lick on his ear earning a delightful groan from his mouth.

You start taking off his trousers at a painfully slow pace. Once they are off you sit on his lap and suddenly start grinding on him and marking the entirety of his neck. He gasps and lets out a small moan.

"Oh c'mon, let me c-cum, you know you w-want to Chibi-Cha-"

He gets cut off by his own moan when you grind particularly harder. You get off and yank his boxers off. His body jerks a bit when the cold air hits his cock. You lean down, and slightly graze your lips over his slit, all while maintaining eye-contact with him. His breath hitches. You know it turns him on to the max.

"Do you think I am gonna let you cum this time sweetheart?"

"You have to, Chibi-Chan~"

"Is that a request or a demand baby?"

"You c-cant dom me! We both know I am gonna win by the end of things"

"Acting quite cocky aren't you?"

"Just by handcuffing me and denying my orgasms you can't get to me-"

He moans as you engulf his cock in your mouth, inch by inch. You hollow out your cheeks applying more pressure to his cock while rubbing the part that is not in your mouth. You know every nerve to lick. You apply most attention to

the head of his cock. Instead of huffs and grunts he starts moaning not expecting you to be this vigorous though you both know that he likes it. You suddenly Deep-throat him, your eyes getting teary and He bites his lip and moans, to hide the fact that he was practically about to scream. You Deep-throat him again and feel his cock twitch in your mouth and hear an especially loud moan which notifies you that he is about to cum, just so you could deny him again, and get your mouth off his cock. Tears form in the corners of Kuroo's eyes. He whines loudly and a string of curses falls from his mouth.

"SHIT, FUCK, Chibi-Chan~ JUST LET ME CUM ALREADY!"

"Aw, my pretty baby is irritated isn't he? Well you haven't earned it~"

"Earned it? What d-do you want me to do?"

"Hmm, nothing much, just want you to... Beg."

His eyes widen. Why the fuck did he let you take control? Does he like it? He probably does but if you don't let him cum the baby might break~

"B-beg?! Why would I need to beg?"

"So you're not planning to release tonight are you?"

You strip yourself slowly and sit on his cock. He pants feeling your heat against his painfully hard cock, but not being able to cum. *This is torture, it can't get any worse* he thinks to himself but little does he know~

You start to grind on him, moving towards every direction you're aware of and making sure to move up and down his shaft. Whimpers and moans start to escape Kuroo's mouth.

"Don't cum until I say so or you get a punishment" you say in a dominant voice. He stares at your face with tears pricking his eyes, the dark look in your eyes, the curve at the end of your smirk, everything about you like this turns him on, even though he thought he couldn't get anymore hard. On the other hand, you love everything about your subby baby, underneath you, begging for a fucking release, you wanna break him so bad!

He doesn't last really long and tears start rolling down his eyes, "Gonna-"

You get off immediately.

"FUCK, PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME CUM! PLEASE~ PLEASE MASTER! FUCK I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!" He screams in between sobs.

"That's all you had to do sweetheart~ You look so pretty like this."

You kiss the corner of his lip and slowly lower yourself on his cock. You can never get used to his size so you moan with him. He cries out your name. The noises escaping him are fucking sinfull. Music to your ears.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck thank you thank you thank you master~"

The sounds of moaning and skin-slapping fill the room. He looks so pretty, but you look pretty too from his point of view, you bouncing up and down his cock, moaning and him being dependent on you for his release. It was all so lewd but magical, He wanted to stay like this forever.

"Can I cum?! Please Chibi-Chan, I mean Master, Can I cum?! Please?!"

"Yes, you C-can Tetsu~"

He cries out loudly and cums inside you filling you up which is enough for you to hurdle over the edge and you cum with him, all over his cock. Kuroo Is a moaning mess at this point. Everything goes white, his eyes roll back and he throws his head back, still trying to recover from the blissful release he had. He is fucked out enough to not notice that you haven't stopped bouncing, but trust me when he does, his eyes widen and he starts to tremble.

"Fuck- Chibi-Chan, what- what are you- FUCK TOO SENSITIVE AHH FUCKK"

He moans out you name. All he knows is your name at this point. You continue this until he cums again.

It's blissful! Let the baby rest won't you?! What kind of demon are you!? But it's just too pleasure-giving to break him, isn't it?

"Baby~ do you think you can give your master one more?~ Please baby? I know you have it in you~"

You lick his ear making him jerk. Something in him tells him to nod, what can he do? So he nods

You smirk, feeling proud of yourself, breaking him like this.

You start bouncing again, and all Kuroo knows is to scream, scream and scream your name. His hair are stuck to his forehead, eyes rolled back, head thrown back. His tongue is out and he is drooling and shaking, shaking so hard.

"Baby, are you

close?" You say in between your moans.

"Ye-yes m-master!"

"Cum with me, okay?"

"Yeah-"

You both cum at the same time, it was like heaven, kuroo was sure he was gonna pass out. You ride out your high and then lay on his chest.

"F-fuck ye-ah, that was f-fucking a-awesome Ch-Chibi-Chan"

"I had fun too, maybe we do this again?"

"Sure, B-but I am g-gonna have my r-revenge~"

(Sorry it was rushed, this is my first time writing a fanfic, and thank you to the soundcloud people :D)

[kraekat29]

Chapter Seven

That night he'd asked me to meet his family, I agreed with only a small fear, " what if they don't like me?" I asked as I was getting ready to go with him, " so you're worried not because you're going into a house full of vampires but if they don't like you?" He asked with slight amusement.

I nodded and he sighed, brushing his lips from my temple and down to my jawline, " they'll love you.." He murmured and I began to feel light headed, somehow forgetting to breathe.

JJ caught me in his arms as I collapsed, " Christ.." He mumbled, " y-you made me faint.." I stuttered out," how am I supposed to take you out like this?" He asked and I gave him a pout, " it's not my fault you're perfect " I reminded him and walked out of my room.

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When we finally arrived to his house the anxiety finally kicked in but I put on a brave face, I needed to show I was confident even if I didn't feel like it.

I stayed by his side the entire time, only Cleo was there out of his siblings, Pope had gone off with Kiara to convince her I was safe and wouldn't expose them.

I had to admit I felt more welcome in a house full of vampires than I ever had anywhere else, for once I actually felt like myself.

I followed after JJ as he led me into his room and looked around, he had a massive cd collection and it quickly gained my interest, I knew he was trying to understand what I was thinking.

I turned towards him, " you have an impressive collection" I admitted and earned my favorite crooked smile, " it helps me concentrate" he said and pressed play on his radio, Clare De Lune started playing through the speakers.

My mom used to play that song while she was cleaning so I knew it very well, I cleared her from my mind as I looked around, " no bed?" I questioned," no uh vampires can't sleep" he said and I frowned, " that must be awful" I said and he shrugged, " sometimes" he admitted.

I knew he was waiting for me to run away from him, he was always trying to scare me away, " I hate to break it to you but you aren't actually scary " I lied and he smirked, " you really shouldn't have said that " he said and crouched down.

A low growl escaped his lips and I took a cautious step backwards before he pounced me, knocking us both onto the couch, " you were saying?" He asked and I struggled to catch my breath, " that you are a very terrifying monster " I said and he laughed.

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It turns out vampires love to play baseball, but they can only play during thunderstorms, I listened to every word JJ said and I was eager to know more.

No one has ever been able to gain my attention with talking sports but JJ could, I'd listen to anything he'd say.

I cam out into the living room and sat beside John B, " I have a date" I said and he raised an eyebrow, " I thought you didn't like any of the boys here?" He questioned," Well JJ doesn't live in town technically.." I mumbled," please tell me it isn't Maybank " he said wirh a groan, " surprise?" I said wirh a sheepish smile.

John B groaned again, " Rubes -" he began, " just be nice please? He's.. Important " I pleaded and nodded," bring him in" he said and I lept up onto to my feet to open the door.

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Surprisingly JJ and John B got along which was great, one less thing I had to worry about and soon enough he was leading us into the woods. I paused when he parked the jeep, " We have to go on foot from here " JJ said and I shook my head no, trying to crawl away from him, " c'mon it isn't that bad" he said and caught me around the waist, I squirmed in his strong grasp as he flipped me onto his back, " just breathe okay? And shut your eyes " he said and then took off running.

I clung to him tightly and hid my face in his back, trying to focus on his scent instead of the motion sickness which seemed to be working, and soon before I knew it he was helping me down.

JJ gave me a smirk, knowing that he was right but I rolled my eyes as he led us towards his family, Cleo was there again only this time so we're Kiara and Pope.

I stiffened, suddenly unsure of this was a good idea but JJ looped his fingers through my belt loop and pulled me along with him, I was hoping that things wouldn't end badly, if they did, I would become the meal.