#but I leave it for next time we meet ever if there is no next time

[haikyu-mp4]

No complaints – Tsukishima x reader wc 642 – gn!reader requested by @tansypansydandy for A blast from the past, now hiring! edition<3

If Tsukishima wasn’t so incredibly good at making coffee and managing the shifts, he probably wouldn’t be working at the cafe anymore. He tended to plague the mood with a sour expression and negative attitude most days, which you found incredibly funny despite other coworkers complaining about it.

“Turn that frown,” you sang, putting your pointer fingers at the edges of his mouth to force it into a smile. One of your coworkers glanced up to see this and gaped at the fact that Tsukishima didn’t push you away immediately. “Upside down!”

Rolling his eyes, he brushed you off and turned away to continue his job. You were nothing but a nuisance. A thorn in his back. And the object of his affections.

He sure hoped you didn’t notice his red ears as he swiftly moved to the back room for restocking, yelling orders over his shoulder for you to make yourself useful. You shrugged, not minding him as you did what you were told. At the same time, you made sure to chat with other baristas when the moment lent itself. It was a busy Saturday, and you always enjoyed brightening the mood.

Tsukki watched from the monitors in the back, a frown on his face casting it in shadows.

You barely saw Tsukishima again until the rest of the baristas left, as you and he were on the closing shift. How you always ended up closing with him, you weren’t so sure.

“Lots to do in the back today?” you asked him kindly, just drying off the last cups from the dishwasher.

He hummed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “I enjoy that work more than being out here.”

“Because of the customers?” you queried, eyes still observing him as his nimble fingers wiped off the glasses with the bottom of his shirt.

“I don’t like people in general,” he concluded, stupidly thinking you would leave it at that.

“Even me?” You were laughing, thinking there was no reason for you to be an exception.

“I suppose I don’t dislike you. But I don’t understand why you like our coworkers.”

Tilting your head, you waited for him to glance at you before asking for clarification. “Why I like them?”

He shrugged, putting the glasses back on his face before moving to clean the coffee machine, which was the last big task. At the same time, you finished the dishes and scooted up on the counter closest to where Tsukki was.

“Why shouldn’t I like them?”

“You and I get more done. They’re… messy. And I don’t think they like me either,” he argued.

“You haven’t given them much of a chance, hiding in the back like a hermit and doing all the jobs we’d rather avoid.”

Tsukishima’s shoulders slumped, and he fully turned his attention to you, hands working a bit slower. “I just like working with you.”

“We can’t run this place just the two of us, Tsukki.”

His nose scrunched at the nickname. “We could.”

You jumped off the counter with a heavy sigh, lifting your apron over your head to hang it up. “Not on a Saturday, that’s for sure.”

You finished the closing routine mostly in silence, meeting each other at the back door to leave the building. Tsukishima locked up before tucking the keys safely in his pocket, ever so responsible.

“To the train station?” you asked, smiling kindly, just the way Tsukishima couldn’t seem to get out of his head.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

It was an agonising walk of brushing hands and sharing the smallest of glimpses into your lives outside the cafe. When you were alone and seated on the train, you checked your phone to see a notification from your work schedule app.

You were already scheduled for closing with Tsukki all of next week, and you had no complaints.

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[elleaitch22]

Terms of Endearment

Chapter 3: Maison Noire

A/N: I'm not too sure about this chapter lol. I hope you love it though! Also, our girl isn't gonna stay in the dark place, I promise! xx Elle

Warnings: Flashbacks featuring emotional abuse, verbal abuse, domestic violence, gaslighting, manipulation, low self-worth, abandonment

Word Count: 2.3k

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Azzi was so exhausted she could feel it in her bones.

After her meeting with Mr. Smith, he decided to keep her there like a scolded child.

“You embarrassed me, Ms. Fudd. We don’t reward insubordination at St. Paul’s.”

Azzi held back the replies she wanted to give. He didn’t want teachers who thought; he wanted obedient little soldiers. Azzi was everything he hated: young, female, and unafraid to speak her mind when needed.

"You asked for my opinion, Mr. Smith." Azzi said tightly. "It doesn’t make sense to punish a child for standing up to bullies. It’s literally what we teach them to do."

Azzi was dismissed with a warning to not let anything happen again and the recommendation to “keep a better eye” on her students. She knew the real reason for his anger. Paige Bueckers – a lesbian and single parent – had embarrassed him by refusing the back down and enroll Soleil in a different school.

Azzi stepped onto the L train, head pounding. She buried her face in her hands, letting herself sink into the cold metal. Teaching didn’t pay enough for this shit.

When she stepped into the lobby of her building, Azzi jabbed the button for the elevator. The distinct lack of electrical humming that made her huff. Of course, the elevator doesn’t work — today of all days. She needed to move. As she climbed five flights of stairs, she ran through her budget in her head.

You can’t afford a better apartment, idiot.

She slammed the front door to her studio apartment and rested her forehead on the wood. Three hours until her shift at Maison Noire.

The upscale club was a survival tactic. On good nights, she could make her rent in a single shift. If she didn’t love teaching so much, she would have quit and been a server full time.

Azzi sighed, thinking about how she ended up here. Grant had seemed like a good guy. She met him at her first college party at eighteen. A few too many shots had her waking up somewhere unfamiliar with no memory of the night before. Grant had brought her bagels and coffee to help with her hangover, and she’d been charmed. She had no idea what the next few years would bring.

It started small — complaining that she spent too much time with her best friends, Caroline and Colleen, neglecting him and their relationship. She distanced herself from them, believing he was right. Next, she missed holidays with her family; it started small with the Memorial Day cookout before escalating to Christmas.

Once she was isolated, the real abuse began.

He wasn’t stupid; he never raised a hand to her. But the things he said hurt worse than a punch ever could.

He gave her everything — everything — and still, spat in his face like an ungrateful bitch. It was laughable, really, how she thought she was smarter than him, asking about bills like she understood the burden he carried. She was entitled, paranoid, and sick in the head, making up problems just to feel important. Her friends didn’t care about her; they tolerated her, the same way you put up with a sad little stray. She was a liar by nature, lying even to herself, twisting every kindness into cruelty so she could play the victim.

Her degree was a joke, a hobby, something little girls picked when they didn’t have the guts to do anything real. She didn’t have the brains or the discipline to survive without someone holding her hand. She would never amount to anything but a preschool teacher. She wasn’t special. She wasn’t strong. She wasn’t even good.

Deep down, she knew it too; she knew she was broken, unlovable, a burden that smart men like him were stupid enough to believe they could fix.

He would leave her, and the world would finally see her for what she was: a failure in cheap makeup, begging for scraps of attention from people who would never really love her.

She hadn’t decided to leave until he finally hit her. Six years into their relationship, when his fist ended up in her stomach, something inside Azzi broke.

She packed a backpack with essentials: passport, driver’s license, social security card, phone, charger, a few outfits, and one picture with her family. She left Los Angeles and started over in a different city.

It wasn’t until a couple months later she realized the full extent of the damage. Collections letters started popping up in her mailbox. The car, the apartment, and all the credit cards were tied to her name. She remembered signing papers, thinking she was just cosigning. She was in thousands of dollars of debt by the time she figured it out.

That was when she applied at Maison Noire.

While grateful for the money, she was sick of having to be ogled by disgusting men. On a Tuesday night, no less!

She used to dream about a tiny classroom, a partner who loved her, maybe a dog. Instead, she was smiling through aching feet, hoping drunk strangers would hand her enough cash to keep the lights on.

She decided to read for an hour and a half before getting ready for work.

Caiden Thomas, the love interest, reminded Azzi of a beautiful, strong blonde who had recently entered her life.

Paige Bueckers was probably the most beautiful woman Azzi had seen. Every time she opened her mouth, Azzi wanted to drool. And the way she had shut down Principal Smith’s bullshit? Hot.

 She was glad Soleil had someone like Paige looking out for her and taking care of her because Azzi had missed that.

She was all alone in a big city. Her parents didn’t even know where she was. She missed her mom, dad, brothers, and grandparents. But Azzi couldn’t face them now. She was worthless. She put a man before everyone. They wouldn’t love her now. They couldn’t.

Not anymore.

Azzi’s alarm buzzed, signaling it was time to get ready. She let out a quiet whine of protest.

One of her favorite things about Maison Noire was the uniforms for bottle girls. They looked like something you could wear out, unlike many of the other clubs in Chicago.

She started with her hair, slicking the front of her hair back and securing it with a claw clip, leaving the rest of her coils loose. A few face-framing pieces softened the look. Disgustingly, she always got more tips if she wore her hair like — or in braids or ponytails.

Men are disgusting.

She applied a light layer of foundation, thanking God that her skin had been behaving lately. She layered on a heavy smoky eye with long lashes. A pinky-purple blush warmed her face nicely, and pink lip gloss tied the look together.

She zipped up the tight black skirt and secured the sweetheart corset. After slathering on shimmering lotion, she spritzed on Kayali’s Sweet Bakery Bliss, her new favorite perfume. She added a silver necklace, bracelet, and a few rings.

She stuffed her feet into a pair of combat boots and pulled on a black hoodie for her train ride. Azzi packed her floor shoes, pouting at the uncomfortable arch. She shoved sweatpants, a t-shirt, and old tennis shoes into her backpack, so she could be comfortable on her journey home.

Setting spray! How could she forget.

Azzi dashed into the bathroom, drenched her face, and used a handheld fan to make it dry faster.

Tonight is going to be great, Az.

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Manifestation always worked. By 10 p.m., Azzi had already made $400 in tips.

She took a fifteen-minute break and, when she returned, Kayla handed her an order for a VIP booth in her section.

Three Dirty Shirleys? Someone must be turning 21 or something. Azzi giggled and passed the order to her favorite bartender, Ayanna.

While waiting for the drinks, Azzi made her rounds, groaning internally as she spotted a few of her regulars. Focus on rent, Azzi.

Looping back to the bar, she grabbed the drink tray and plastered on a bright smile.

Azzi approached the VIP section with velvet couches. Three women laughed together. So not a 21st birthday. Two of the women were decked out in silky dresses and jewelry, hair perfectly curled. Maybe sister wives? The third woman wore a beautiful black suit with a blonde bun that looked oddly familiar.

Before Azzi can speak, she felt the blonde woman’s eyes raking over her. She locked eyes with her instinctively.

Her tray almost hit the floor, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

“Good evening, Ms. Fudd.”

Paige Bueckers was here.

Paige Bueckers, the mother of the child that will probably be Azzi’s favorite this year, was here.

Paige Bueckers, the finest woman Azzi has even seen, was here.

She was here, in Azzi’s section at a club that she would lose her job for being at if her boss ever found out.

Paige Bueckers was at Maison Noire looking at Azzi like — Jesus.

Azzi was very aware of her buffering when one of Paige Bueckers’ companions teased, “Wow Paige. You and Soleil weren’t lying. Ms. Fudd really is as pretty as a princess.”

“Shut up, Nika.” Is gritted out as the same time as, “You can call me Azzi.”

God, her cheeks heated up again. She wished that the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

“Well, you have to call me Paige, Azzi. No more Ms. Bueckers.” Paige’s cool façade was back up, smirk firmly in place.

Azzi nodded stiffly. “Good evening, Paige.”

Before the blonde could say anything else, other women spoke. “I’m Jana, and this is Nika. Thank you for sticking up for Soleil today.”

A smile cracked Azzi’s face before she could control it, “It was nothing. She’s such a sweet girl and she didn’t deserve to get in any trouble.”

“Come sit with us,” Nika waved her over.

Azzi’s eyes bugged, stuttering. “Um, I — I’m still on the clock, I’m sorry.” She forced herself to finish her thought.

She placed the drinks and shots on their table and scurried off without another word.

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“So that’s Ms. Fudd?” Nika smirked, watching Azzi retreat.

Jana snorted. “You chose a class where Soleil’s teacher works here.” She gave a nudge to Nika, one that Paige couldn’t see.

“Don’t talk about her like that, J.” Paige frowned. “Everyone knows teachers don’t make shit. And this didn’t pop up on the background check. Remind me to ask Ash how she missed it.”

After a few more rounds of drinks, the girls had managed to pry some information out of Azzi. She was from Virginia, went to college at UCLA, and stayed in LA for a couple years after graduation before moving here, wanting a change of pace. She was 26 and in her third year of teaching at St. Paul’s. Her job at Maison Noire helped her make ends meet because private school teachers didn’t make much. She had two brothers and no pets, but maybe a dog soon.

Whenever Azzi was around, Paige went silent, content to watch her.

After her fifth Shirley, Paige pulled out her phone and texted the owner, Shyanne, knowing her from her college days.

I want a private room with Azzi. Just her. Five minutes.

Shy Sellers: Room 35

She left Jana and Nika to find someone else to flirt with and walked to Room 35.

The room was silent for ten seconds before the door swung open.

“I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not for sale!” Azzi’s brows were furrowed, her big brown eyes flashing.

Paige was unbothered. She lounged back on the velvet couch, long legs spread casually, arms draped along the back. “Sit down.” She began lazily, “Please, Azzi. Five minutes.”

Azzi scoffed, hovering by the door.

Paige dragged her gaze over the brunette. Her black corset top, the tight skirt, the way she seemed to hide away, just a bit. It made Paige was to take her and keep her all to herself. She was perfect. If given the opportunity, she would protect her, cherish her, worship her.

“I just wanted to talk. Without the music. Without the girls.” Paige drawled lazily. “I heard what you said about working here. I want to help you, if you’ll let me.”

Azzi’s frown deepened and her arms tightened around her. “Why? You don’t even know me.”

“You helped my daughter. Because you care,” Paige shrugged. “I want to offer you something different than…this.” She gestured around, “You deserve better than this.” She gestured to the dark room. “You could leave the club. We would have an exclusive arrangement. No kissing. No sex.”

She sighed, leaning further back. “In my line of work, men don’t like dealing with single masc women. I missed out on a 2.3 million dollar deal because I’m single. They went with a company where the owner was married with two kids, even though they aren’t as efficient as me.  Having someone makes me look more stable, more dependable. You’ll be seen with me. Dinners, events, galas, those kinds of things. You’ll be with me, but not with me. No strings.”

Grant was wrong about something. At least I’m still good for my looks. Azzi thought to herself. Yeah, good enough to be a trophy, but not good enough to love.

“Just think about it.” Paige said, standing. “This could help us both. You work Friday, right? I’ll be back in this room at 11. Please have an answer by then.”

[missust3l3vision]

Arthur with a reader who hates alcohol?

This is such a cute idea!! I changed it slightly?

Description: Meeting a cute girl at the pub leaves Arthur in a dream like state. All he has to remember her is a coke...and her number.

"Wow, you drink all those yourself?" Arthur heard, looking up he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He looked at the table, all his mates left their empty glasses with him. Arthur had been too invested in his online chess to even notice them leaving.

"No! Only like..none?" He said, which wasn't untrue. He had a can of pepsi "just this" he pointed to the line can. The girl nodding and sitting at the table next to his

"So I'm guessing your friends left you?" He nodded "same, apparently they saw a karaoke machine" she said with a huff. Arthur nodded giggling. As she was talking he noticed the things she was holding. A can of coke and her phone,

"Where do they have coke!?" Interrupting her to ask she looked down at her hand. Her placing it down infront of him.

"You can have it, if you want?" She offered "I brought it from home, I'm the designated driver" Arthur shook his head.

"I can't take yours!" She pushed the can closer to him. Him picking it up, surprised It was still cold

"I insist, maybe you could give me your number as a thank you?" She asked, her cheeks becoming warm at the offer.

Arthur quickly closed the chess app and opened it to his contacts and handed her the phone.

"I wouldn't mind having your name too?" He asked, his cheeks also now warm with embarrassment. He was sure his friends were going to tease him for having the girl ask him rather than the reverse.

"I'm Y/n" she handed back his phone, the name and number entered along with a text "and you?"

"I'm Arthur" he cracked open the Coke, and took a sip. Watching her as she made him a contact, he was caught off guard when she aimed the camera at him and snapped a pic for the contact photo.

"Could I buy you a drink?" He offered, her saying no and explaining she didn't drink, not that she disapproved of it, just wasn't her thing.

The two spent a few hours chatting, mostly about their friend groups and where they grew up. She was smart, witty, funny, and laughed at all his jokes. He could feel his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"I should probably go find my friends now, they get weird when I'm not around" as if on que a loud groaning of Y/ns name was heard. The two shared a chuckle before she wandered off.

Just as soon as she left Chris came over to the table. Seeing the googly eyes Arthur was giving the girl walking away he smirked

"Has someone stolen your heart hmm?" He asked as he slapped his back. The touch scaring Arthur a little.

"Yeah..well no!" He was now completely red "we exchanged numbers and she gave me this" he lifted the coke.

"Wow" Chris raised his eyebrows "she's a keeper. But if you're ready to come back down to earth we are going to a different pub now"

The two men stood and joined the rest of their group as they walked. The cold English night nipping at Arthur's cheeks.

This was far from his first time having a crush on some random girl at a pub, but he didn't know. Y/n seemed different. From how easily he found talking to her, to the way she took the reigns in their conversation.

The rest of the group were all too wrapped up in their own buzzed worlds to notice how he had a small smile and a tight grip on his phone.

He wondered all about her. Did she like football? Was she an animal lover? Would she like to film content with him?

As these questions circled around his mind he felt a buzz from his phone. Looking down it was a message from Y/n.

💬 I'm free Tuesday if you would be down to grab coffee?

💬 I could bring a coke if you preferred

Arthur responded quickly, he hated letting messages sit

💬 Tuesday works! Meet at Cafe Loretta at maybe like 10??

From down the opposite direction of the pub, Y/n responded

💬 I'll see you then :)

His whole body felt like it was on speed. He was practically vibrating. He was so excited he completely forgot the meeting he had planned for Tuesday.

Oh well. That's a future Arthur's problem, he was currently basking in the warmth that was a pretty girls attention. And man could he get used to this pretty girl.

[theocddiaries]

[Tom and Stone are walking home. They find their partners arguing in the middle of the street] Maddie: First and last time I’m clearing your leaves off my driveway. Robotnik: They’re not my leaves—they’re just leaves, from the world, moved by the wind. Maddie: Yeah, by the wind and your leaf blower. I saw you. Robotnik: What’s wrong? The red one went back to boxing the TV, and now you’re entertaining yourself watching the neighbors’ lives, gossip queen? Maddie: No, that’s you! You’ve got your couch at the front door and spend day and night out there! Listen, I’m not sweeping another leaf for you! Robotnik: Then why are you holding a broom? Oh, sorry, you must’ve flown you way here… Maddie: Actually, no. I brought it to stick it up your— Tom: Honey! [he rubs her arms]: Honey, deep breaths. Stone: Wow, Ivo, you arguing with Maddie. Haven’t seen something like this since… this morning when I left for work. Maddie: Stone, how the hell do I get your partner to stop making my life miserable? Stone: That’s a question many have asked, and none have answered. Robotnik: Me?? But I’m a sweetheart! It’s this woman who always pick up a fight. We’ll settle this at the next neighborhood meeting. Maddie: What, already came up with a crazier idea than when you tried to declare your house an independent nation like Peter Griffin? Robotnik: I knew that nickname couldn’t have come from the blue rat on his own! Told you, Stone! Stone: This is unbearable. Robotnik: Yeah, but we don’t have the money to go anywhere else. Stone: I meant all the fighting. Come on, our kids are friends. Do you think it’s nice for them to see you like this? Robotnik: You tell me. They’ve been watching us from the window with popcorn ever since the vet jumped the fence. Maddie [turns around]: Kids, get ins—TOM, DROP THAT POPCORN! DON’T ENCOURAGE THEM!

[the-winter-spider]

Yours, Always | Part Twenty-Three

Bucky x reader AU

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: None

A/N: Yall, been way too long but I've been busy moving I moved now but I've been busy unpacking and dealing with life and trying to make time for riding but I'm so tired at the end of the day and it's hard because I really wanna keep writing because my passion but yknow i'm just exhausted.

Were gonna be getting somewhere soon with this fic and wrapping up the story and maybe a little bit of spice 👀✨

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The room feels unusually warm as the sunlight pours through the open window, casting long, slanted shadows across the wooden floor. You sit on the edge of the couch, your fingers anxiously tracing the fabric of your jeans. The quiet tick of the wall clock feels deafening in the stillness of the room.

Steve sits across from you, the weight of the years between you palpable in the way his shoulders tense under the weight of unspoken words. The last few months have been a blur of decision-making, a whirlwind of heartache and reflection. Now, sitting here in the house, you can feel the finality of everything that’s been building up.

Steve’s lawyer, a middle-aged woman with dark glasses and a stern expression, flips through a stack of papers on the coffee table. The air between you and Steve feels heavier than the formalities of divorce, each glance, each movement carrying a history, a shared life that no piece of paper could ever truly capture.

“I’ve spoken to my lawyer,” Steve says quietly, his voice breaking through the silence. “About the house, I mean, it’s yours if you want it.”

You look at him, the memory of every fight, every tear shared in that house echoing in your chest. Your heart aches at the thought of it, but you try to hold your ground.

“I don’t want it,” you reply softly, your voice steady despite the war raging inside you.

Steve’s eyes flicker with a mixture of regret and understanding, but he doesn’t push. “Should we sell it?” he asks, his voice quieter now. The question hangs in the air, heavy with years of memories.

“Where are you going to live?” you ask, your gaze drifting to the window, avoiding his eyes for fear of seeing too much of the man you once loved.

“I was thinking Boston,” he says, and the words catch you off guard. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat as the reality of what he’s offering sinks in.

“Boston?” you echo, trying to find the words to make sense of it. “You’d do that for me?”

Steve’s expression softens, and for the first time in weeks, there’s a flicker of the man you used to know, the man who had always put you first, even when you didn’t ask him to. “I thought you’d know by now,” he says, voice rough. “I’d do anything for you.”

The room is so quiet, you can hear the faintest hum of the refrigerator in the corner. Your heart aches at the offer, the tenderness in his words, but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough anymore. There’s too much pain, too many years of not seeing each other in the way you needed.

“Are you sure?” you ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I never wanted you to leave. I never wanted you to make this sacrifice.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, his eyes distant for a moment before he meets your gaze again. “I need to move forward too,” he says, his words heavier than any argument. “I can’t keep staying here, in the past. We both deserve to start over.”

You nod, biting your lip to stop the tears. The decision feels like it’s being made for you, but deep down, you know this is how it has to be. There’s no going back.

The lawyer shifts in her seat, placing the papers neatly in front of both you and Steve, before her gaze flickers over to you. “So, the house,” she starts again, her tone matter-of-fact, “it seems you both have agreed on selling it. The next thing to settle is how to divide the assets.”

You take a slow breath, your fingers moving absently across the edge of the paper she slid towards you. It’s almost surreal, how quickly things are moving, how final this all feels. Steve, who once promised to build a future with you, now feels like a stranger across the table, though the love is still there in the quiet spaces between words.

“I don’t want anything extra,” you say, your voice steady, even though your chest aches. “We’ll just split what’s left from the sale of the house. Put it away for Lily,” you suggest, glancing at Steve. “For her future, for college, something.”

Steve’s expression softens, his eyes searching yours with that old tenderness that has always been there. “I agree,” he says quietly. “That seems like the right thing to do.”

The lawyer nods, but it’s clear her focus isn’t entirely on your decisions, it’s more on the technicalities, on what’s easiest to process. She jots something down on her legal pad, then moves on. “Alright, then. We’ll make sure that’s accounted for.”

The conversation moves forward in a blur who gets what from the furniture to the personal belongings, but you barely register any of it. All you can think of is Lily.

“And about custody…” The lawyer’s voice drops into a more formal tone. “I’d suggest full custody for Mr. Rogers. Given he is Lily’s biological father, it’s in the best interest of the child to stay with him primarily. An 80-20 arrangement sounds fair.”

The words feel like a slap, so sudden, so cold, and you can’t help the shock that floods your system. You shake your head, your heart pounding in your chest. “What? Wait…what?” You can’t keep the panic out of your voice. “Why would I only get her 20% of the time?” Your eyes flicker to Steve, who is staring at the lawyer in disbelief, but neither of you can find your voice for a long moment.

The lawyer, her demeanor impassive, turns her gaze toward Steve. “Mr. Rogers, as the biological father, you have the right to full custody. A 50-50 split might be acceptable, but with the current arrangement, it seems 80-20 is best for Lily.”

You feel your throat constrict, words hanging in the air between you like a weight. Biological father. That doesn’t define you as a parent, and it doesn’t mean Steve should take her away from you.

“She’s my daughter too,” you say, the words sharp and raw. You finally look at Steve for help, your heart pounding as the injustice of it settles into your bones. “You know that. I’ve raised her just as much as you have.”

Steve’s brow furrows deeply at the lawyer’s suggestion. He leans forward slightly, his voice firm as he speaks. “No,” he says, his tone unwavering. “That’s not how it’s going to be.” His hand reaches across the table, his fingers lightly brushing yours as he glances at you, offering the small reassurance you need. “We’re doing 50-50. Lily deserves that. We both deserve that.”

The lawyer glances at Steve, her expression momentarily calculating, before she exhales and straightens her papers. “Are you sure you want that, Mr. Rogers?” she asks, the doubt laced in her voice. “It’s not typical.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, I’m sure,” he replies, voice steady with conviction. “We’ll share custody. Lily should be able to spend equal time with both of us.”

The lawyer shrugs, not bothering to mask her disapproval. “Very well,” she mutters, scribbling something on her notepad. “I’ll draft the papers.”

There’s a silence that falls over the room again, thick with tension, as the lawyer moves on to other legal details. You’re still reeling from the custody suggestion, the sting of it settling like a rock in your stomach. You want to argue with her, demand that she see how much you’ve been there for Lily, how much you’ve been her mother in every sense of the word. You are her mother.

But before you can gather the words, the lawyer speaks again, her gaze shifting to you with a dismissive air. “One last thing, Ms. Y/N,” she says. “James….’Bucky’...is he stable enough for Lily to be around? I’m asking because he’s a veteran. If she’ll be around him, I need to know if there are any mental stability concerns.”

You freeze, your blood running cold. Your fingers grip the edge of the table, the questions crashing over you like waves. Is he stable enough for Lily? How dare she?

Your breath hitches, and before you can stop it, the words burst from you, your voice trembling with rage. “Are you kidding me?” You push back your chair, your heart pounding in your chest. “You’re questioning Bucky’s stability because he’s a veteran?” The question feels like an accusation you can’t ignore. How dare she?

Steve immediately stands, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he moves to your side. His voice is calm, but his anger is clear. “That’s unnecessary,” he says firmly. “We’re not having that discussion.”

The lawyer looks momentarily taken aback, her eyes narrowing. “It’s standard procedure. If he’s going to be around Lily, I need to know if there are any concerns—”

Steve cuts her off, his jaw clenched. “It’s not standard procedure, and you’re not questioning someone like that. He’s stable, I trust Y/N.. There’s no need for this to be a part of the discussion.”

The lawyer purses her lips but finally nods, reluctantly marking something down. “I’ll make a note of it,” she mutters, almost as if she’s lost interest in arguing further. “I’ll finalize the custody agreement, and we can move forward.”

The tension in the room remains heavy, but Steve stays by your side, his presence grounding you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself after the emotional whirlwind of the meeting.

And as the lawyer gathers her papers and prepares to leave, Steve gently places his hand on your back. “You alright?” he asks, his voice soft with concern. You nod, though your throat is tight.

“I will be,” you reply, your voice quiet but determined. “We both will.”

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The low thrum of music pulsed through the crowded house, colored lights flickering over worn-out couches and half-finished drinks. Wanda leaned against the wall near the back door, clutching a red solo cup she hadn’t touched in over an hour. She watched, heart aching in her chest, as Steve stood across the room laughing at something Natasha said, his whole face lighting up in a way that Wanda knew too well.

Natasha beamed at him, her hand brushing his forearm casually. The two of them were drawn together like magnets, and even though Wanda had prepared herself for this, for years, really..it still felt like a blow she hadn’t braced for hard enough.

“You’re real bad at hiding it, you know,” Clint’s voice cut through her thoughts, soft and not unkind. He nudged her shoulder gently with his own.

Wanda blinked, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hiding what?”

Clint snorted under his breath, glancing across the room where Steve and Natasha stood in their own little world. “Come on, Wands. It’s me.”

Wanda looked down at her cup, twisting it between her fingers. “It wouldn’t matter anyway,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “He loves her.”

Clint was silent for a moment, then shifted so he was blocking her view of them, as if giving her a second to breathe. “You never told him, did you?”

Wanda shook her head. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.” She managed a hollow laugh. “It was just… a crush.”

Clint raised an eyebrow, the kind of look that said you and I both know that’s a lie, but he didn’t call her on it. He sighed instead, raking a hand through his hair. “You’re too good sometimes, you know that?”

She shrugged, the motion feeling too heavy for her thin shoulders. “She’s my best friend and so is he,” she whispered. “What could I want more than to see them both happy?”

Clint hummed and just stood there with her, offering his presence in the quiet way only he could. No speeches, no false comforts. Just a shared, silent understanding. Clint tilted his head toward the door. “Come on. Let’s get some air before you drown in here.”

Wanda smiled, small and grateful, letting him lead her outside into the cool night, away from the golden couple inside and the weight of a love she would never speak aloud, a love that would never be known.

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The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the street as Steve walked, his footsteps slow, heavy, as if every step carried the weight of everything he was trying to outrun. The house…your house, his house, felt suffocating now. The walls that had once echoed with laughter, arguments, and shared memories now seemed to close in on him. He couldn’t stay there. Not anymore, not with everything unraveling so quickly.

Steve phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. He didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. He needed air, space to breathe before he spiraled.

He found himself standing in front of Wanda’s apartment door before he even realized how he got there. He didn’t knock right away. He hesitated, his hand hovering over the door, as though it had a mind of its own.

Finally, with a quiet exhale, he raised his fist and knocked.

A few moments passed before the door cracked open. Wanda stood there, looking surprised, her eyes widening when she saw him. There was a softness in her gaze, a quiet understanding, but it was laced with something else. Something unspoken.

“Steve?” she asked, her voice soft, confused. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Can we talk?”

Wanda hesitated, glancing back over her shoulder as if she was wondering whether to let him in. After a brief pause, she stepped back, opening the door wider. “Come in.”

The apartment was warm, lived-in, and cozy. A stark contrast to the coldness he felt in his own life right now. He stepped inside, and Wanda closed the door behind him, the quiet click of the lock sounding louder than it should have.

They stood there in the entryway, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them. Wanda led him to the couch, where they both sat, not looking at each other at first.

“I didn’t want to be there,” Steve finally said, breaking the silence, his voice thick. “I didn’t want to be in that house anymore.”

Wanda nodded slowly, not needing to ask why. She already knew. She’d known for so long. “I understand,” she said quietly.

“We signed the papers today.” Steve said suddenly. “The house, we’re selling it, we’re doing 50/50 custody, we haven't talked logistics yet but Lily and I are gonna move to Boston, so Y/N can be home, so she can be with him.” Steve's voice cracked, his eyes watered, before pausing to take a deep breath. “Wanda… I—” Steve started, but words caught in his throat. He ran his hands over his face, frustrated. “I had no idea.”

She shifted slightly, “I’m so sorry Steve, I really am but…”, her eyes narrowing as she met his gaze, her voice soft, but sharp, too. “You really had no idea?”

He exhaled a frustrated breath and shook his head. “I had a feeling. A hint, but I never… I never thought it was anything. Not enough to risk our friendship. Not enough to make things weird between us.”

Wanda let out a quiet laugh, but it wasn’t a happy sound. It was almost bitter. “You really didn’t notice? All the times I held back because you were with Natasha? All the times I pushed you to go after her? All the times I welcomed y/n into my life, into our life, like she was just another person?”

Steve looked at her, regret clouding his expression. “I didn’t know, Wanda. I swear I didn’t. I was too focused on my own shit, on trying to get things right with Natasha… and then with Y/N and then him, and everything—”

Wanda’s voice cracked slightly, though she didn’t look away. “I didn’t want to make it harder for you. I’ve always been in the background, Steve. I’ve always been the one who picked you up when things went wrong, when Natasha didn’t understand, when everything was falling apart and I did it because I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Steve blinked, stunned by the confession. “Wanda…” His voice faltered for a moment. “Why didn’t you ever tell me? Why didn’t you ever just say it, it's me..”

She cut him off, shaking her head slowly. “Because I wanted you to be happy, Steve and Natasha made you happy. I could see that. I was fine being your friend. I was happy, just being your friend. But Clint…” Wanda’s voice wavered slightly. “Clint crossed the line, Steve. He knew. He could see it. He saw it before anyone else did.”

Steve’s jaw tightened. He had been blind to everything, hadn’t he? He could feel the weight of her words crashing down on him. “Clint’s been out of line for a while, he shouldn't have done or said half the things he has over the last couple years, losing Nat isn’t an excuse anymore.”

“I forgave him, we already talked.” Wanda exhaled sharply. “At your birthday party, when he…when he outed me. I never wanted anyone to know, I was happy in my bubble with just us two knowing but he knew how much I cared about you, and he couldn’t let it go especially with everything that has been happening with Y/N and how I had to listen to you vent about her, I just it's been so hard Steve…”

Steve’s head dropped into his hands, his heart aching with the weight of everything. He’d missed so much. So many things he should’ve known. “I never knew,” he whispered, the guilt washing over him. “I didn’t know how much you sacrificed.”

Wanda shook her head, her expression softening, though her heartache was still there. “It doesn’t matter now,” she said quietly. “We’re here, Steve and we’re both just trying to move forward, aren’t we?”

“Where do we go from here?” he asked, his voice raw. “I don’t want to lose you, Wanda. I never wanted to lose you.”

Wanda looked away for a moment, gathering her thoughts. When she spoke again, her voice was steady but full of emotion. “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I’m not sure where we go from here.”

Steve sighed deeply. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend, Wanda. I don’t want to lose the only person who’s always had my back.”

Wanda turned to him then, her eyes soft with understanding. “You should know by now that you won’t lose me. You won’t ever lose me, even when everything else feels like it’s slipping away.”

Steve watched her, the truth of it settling in. She was always going to be there. Even if she never got what she secretly wanted, she was always gonna be a constant in his life, in his heart.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I know. I just…” His voice trailed off, and for a moment, the silence between them was comfortable. Steve pulled her into a tight hug and they both just held each other for a while. Before Steve pulled away, “I’m glad you forgave Clint, I don’t know if I’m ready to.” His voice was soft, “Anyway, I need to go get Lily, Y/N and I are telling her everything tomorrow.”

Wanda nodded, “Let me know how it goes? Lily is tough like Nat, she’ll be fine.”

Steve nodded, turning toward the door, but then he stopped. Before he left, he turned back to Wanda, his voice soft. “For the record, Wanda… I felt the same way. I always have.”

The words hung in the air, tender and broken, before Steve opened the door and stepped out, leaving Wanda alone in the quiet of her apartment, a quiet that had never felt more final.

The door clicked shut, leaving only the sound of her breath.

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The house party is loud, the air thick with music and the hum of chatter. You’re leaning against the wall near the kitchen, a red cup of punch in your hand, watching your boyfriend, Jeremy, talk to his friends. He’s laughing, but you don’t hear the humor anymore. You just hear the whispers behind your back, the subtle glances from the guys as they eye you like you’re some kind of prize to be won and when one of them mutters something about you not being “pure,” you feel a sinking sensation in your stomach.

You try to ignore it, pretending like everything’s fine, but then Jeremy’s voice cuts through the noise, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I mean, she’s not a virgin, you know?” he says, chuckling like it’s no big deal. The other guys burst into laughter. You feel your face flush with embarrassment.

“What the hell did you just say?” you hear someone ask, and you don’t have to look to know who it is. You can hear the low, familiar growl in Bucky’s voice, the one that makes your heart skip a beat. You glance over and see him sitting on the couch, a couple of cheerleaders beside him, all leaning into him with flirty grins. But he’s not paying them attention. His eyes are locked on you, narrowed with concern, anger flashing across his features.

Jeremy shrugs, a smug smirk on his face. “I said, she’s no virgin. I bet even you didn’t know that. She’s a little slut, but hasn’t put out for me yet. I thought she was making me wait because she was one but apparently Lisa saw her and some dude doing the deed in a truck bed over the summer. But she’s gonna put out for me tonight, now thagI know her little secret, right babe?”

The words cut through you like a knife, and you feel the heat of shame rise to your cheeks, hot tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You want to run, to hide, but you can’t move. You’re frozen.

That’s when Bucky stands up. The girls at his side don’t matter anymore, the flirting forgotten as he brushes them off and strides toward you, his gaze unwavering. He’s done listening.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky’s voice is low, but it’s the kind of low that makes the air heavy, the kind that makes everyone in the room stop and turn.

Jeremy laughs, a bitter sound that you can barely stomach. “I said she’s a slut, It’s no secret anymore, her fucks a guy in an ugly ass truck? A dirty little s l u t.” His voice is a taunt, but Bucky’s already stepping closer to him, fury simmering in his eyes.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Bucky snaps. His fist clenches at his side, and before you can say anything, he’s shoving Jeremy back with enough force to knock him off balance.

The laughter dies, but the tension in the room spikes. Jeremy, now pissed, swings at Bucky, landing a punch on his shoulder. Bucky doesn’t even flinch.

“Keep her name out of your mouth,” Bucky growls, and without another word, he’s launching forward, fists flying. The first punch catches Jeremy square in the jaw, sending him stumbling back, but he’s not done. Another guy, one of Jeremy’s friends, rushes to his side and lands a punch on Bucky’s cheek, but Bucky doesn’t back down.

He swings again, this time knocking the guy down onto the floor. The room erupts into chaos, but all you can see is Bucky, standing tall in the middle of it, a bloody lip and fury in his eyes. He doesn’t care about the rest of the party, about the way everyone is watching. All that matters is you.

“Bucky, stop!” you cry, rushing forward, but Bucky’s already pulled the other guy off him, throwing him to the side. His lip is split open, blood staining his teeth, but he’s standing there like nothing’s wrong. Like he would do it all over again for you.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice quiet, rough. He doesn’t need to explain himself. He turns to walk out, pulling you with him, but you stop, glancing back at the chaos behind you. The party’s still going on, but it feels like a different world now, a world you don’t belong in anymore.

Bucky’s hand on your arm tightens, and he leads you outside, the cool night air hitting your skin like a slap of reality. You both make your way down the driveway, and once you’re out of sight, he pulls you into his arms, holding you like he never wants to let go.

“Are you okay?” His voice is low, but the concern in it hits you harder than anything else. He’s not worried about the fight, not about his lip or the blood on his knuckles. He’s worried about you.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, shaking your head, but it’s a lie. You’re not fine. Not when you hear Jeremy’s words echoing in your mind.

Bucky cups your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek, wiping away the first tear that slips down. “Don’t let them get to you,” he says, his voice firm. “You’re not what he said. You’re so much more.”

You lean into his touch, your breath catching as another tear slips free. You don’t even care. You’ve been holding it in for too long.

Bucky presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice barely a whisper. “I would do anything for you, you know that, right?”

You nod, the words too thick in your throat to say back to him. But you don’t need to say anything, you know.

Bucky swing’s his arm around your shoulder. “Alright let's get out of here and go hang out in my ugly ass truck.”

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The house feels eerily quiet after Steve leaves, the sound of the door clicking shut still ringing in your ears. The weight of everything, of the divorce papers, of the house, of all the years that you spent wrapped up in the dreams you once shared with Steve hangs heavy in the air. But it’s different now…final. You take a slow, steadying breath, feeling the tears welling up, but you push them back.

You walk to the bedroom, opening the closet doors and pulling a duffel bag from the shelf. You try to keep your movements automatic, but the act of packing, of getting ready to leave the place that once felt like home, hits harder than you expect. You start with your essentials: a few changes of clothes, toiletries, anything that will help you get by for the next few days, maybe weeks. You pause for a moment, staring at the bag. This isn’t just a change of clothes. It’s your life, packed into something small, something portable.

You grab your phone off the bed and quickly dial your mom’s number, your fingers trembling a little. It rings a few times before she picks up.

“Hey, sweetie. How are you?”

“We signed the papers today,” you say softly, sitting on the bed, trying to steady your breath. “Everything’s done.”

Her voice softens, a touch of sadness in her words. “I know it’s hard, honey. But you’re strong. You always have been.”

You try to hold back the tears, but they slip out, anyway. You wipe your eyes quickly, feeling the rawness of it all. “It’s done,” you repeat. “But I don’t know what comes next. Steve’s willing to move to Boston. We both want a fresh start somewhere else.”

You hear her pause for a moment, then she says, “I’m glad you’re thinking of what’s best for you. Are you coming home?”

The words hit you unexpectedly, and for the first time since this whole ordeal started, something feels lighter. “Yes, I was hoping I could bring some of my stuff to your house. Just for a little while until I figure things out.”

“Of course you can, sweetheart. You don’t need to ask. I’ve always got a place for you.” Her voice is soft, loving, the kind of warmth you haven’t felt in a while. “You’ve got this, and I’m here for you. Always.”

“Thanks, Mom,” you whisper, the words thick in your throat.

“Always,” she echoes. “Everything happens the way it’s supposed to happen, remember that sweetie. I love you.”

You choke back a sob, nodding even though she can’t see it. “I love you too.”

After a few more words of reassurance, you end the call, feeling the weight of everything slowly beginning to settle. You look at your phone for a moment before switching apps, hoping to start looking into moving companies, but then your messages catch your eye.

You see a text from Bucky, and when you open it, it’s a picture of the food he’s having, but it’s not just food. He’s made a smiley face with his French fries. You can’t help but laugh softly, the silly image lightening the mood for the first time today.

You glance at the clock, realizing it’s been more than an hour since he sent it. You smile, shaking your head at how he always manages to make you smile. You press his name to call him, and the phone rings for barely a second before he picks up.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets you, his voice warm, familiar.

You laugh, “Hey. So, the papers are signed.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “How do you feel?”

You exhale, looking around the room for a moment before speaking, your voice steady but emotional. “It’s sad. It hurts. But… I feel free. Like everything is falling into place, the way it always should’ve been. You know, I used to feel like there was this missing piece to my puzzle, and I just kept trying to make the pieces fit, but now it feels like everything’s shifting and I’m okay with that, I’m okay.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, the sound grounding you. “I’m glad, sweetheart. Really glad.”

You take a deep breath and ask, “So what are you up to?”

“I just finished eating with Sam,” he says casually. “Just walking around now.”

You chew your bottom lip for a moment before speaking up. “I don’t really have anywhere else to go right now. Would it be okay if I stayed with you again? At the hotel?”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end, and then he responds, the warmth in his voice clear. “You don’t even have to ask. Meet me at that café from this morning.”

You smile, feeling that same sense of comfort you’ve always felt with him. “Okay.”

As you walk toward the café, you keep the phone pressed to your ear, and Bucky stays on the line and you tell him everything. “So what’s this about Boston?” he asks, curiosity in his tone.

You let out a breath. “Steve said he’s willing to move there. He wants to make it easier for me to start over and I think… I’m going to move back home for a while. Stay with my mom until I figure things out.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and you can almost hear the gears turning in Bucky’s mind, the way his words seem to hesitate before he speaks again. His voice softens, almost cautious, as if he’s searching for the right words. “And what’s that mean for you? Are you planning to stay with your mom for a while?”

You exhale slowly, nodding even though he can’t see it. It’s not a decision you’ve fully made, but it’s the one that feels most comforting right now. “Yeah, I think so. I don’t know yet,” you admit, your gaze drifting as you walk down the street, the rhythm of your footsteps matching the pace of your thoughts. “But it feels right, you know? At least until I figure things out. I don’t want to rush into anything that doesn’t feel like the right move. I just need some space to breathe and figure out what comes next.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you can almost feel his presence, his attention on you even across the phone line. It’s one of those silences that feels heavy with meaning, as if he’s considering all that you’ve just said. “So, you’re moving back home?” His voice is quieter now, almost like he’s absorbing the weight of the decision you’ve made.

“Yeah, Buck. I’m moving home.” The words come out of you without hesitation, but a part of you still feels like the ground is shifting beneath your feet. You glance at the street signs as you pass, the familiar landmarks of your old neighborhood suddenly feeling foreign. “I think it’s the right thing to do. It feels like a fresh start. I just need time to figure things out, you know?”

As you round the corner, you spot Bucky up ahead, his silhouette outlined by the fading sunlight. The evening air is cool against your skin, and you hang up the phone just as you reach him. The moment your eyes meet, his smile hits you like a wave. It’s bright, genuine, and it instantly softens the knot of tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding. His cheeks are flushed from the walk, his face a picture of contentment.

You raise an eyebrow at him, feeling a smile tug at your own lips. “What’s got you so happy?” The question comes out teasing, but there’s something in his expression that makes it feel more like you’re genuinely curious, like his happiness is something you can’t help but want to understand.

Bucky grins wider, a playful glint in his eye. “You,” he says, his voice light but with that familiar warmth. “You’re the only thing that can make my face as red as a tomato and make my cheeks hurt like this.” He’s still grinning, like the words are effortless, like they come naturally to him.

You laugh softly, feeling a warmth spread through you. The sound is light, free, like you’ve exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. It’s so easy with him. He makes it easy to forget about everything else that’s weighing you down, even just for a moment.

You start walking together toward the hotel, side by side, the cool evening air brushing against your skin. You slip your hands into your jacket pockets, feeling the comfort of having him close. Your conversation flows easily, shifting from topic to topic without effort. You talk about the lawyer and the papers, about the future and the uncertainty that still hangs over everything. But there’s something comforting in the rhythm of your words, in the simplicity of it.

“So, when are you heading back home?” you ask, glancing at him as he presses the button for the crosswalk. His movements are familiar, easy, like he’s just there, a constant in your life.

“Um, in a few days, why?” he asks, glancing at you with a knowing look. “Everything okay?”

You nod, the words coming out a little more thought-out this time. “Would you mind taking a few boxes for me to my mom’s house?” You let the words hang in the air, not really needing to explain, but giving him enough to understand what you’re asking.

His brow furrows slightly, his expression softening as he looks at you. “You’re not coming back yet?” His voice is quiet, almost like he’s trying to gauge your response, but it doesn’t sound judgmental. Just curious.

You shake your head slowly, eyes on the sidewalk in front of you. “No. I’ve still got some stuff to finish up here. I’m hoping to get everything squared away before the end of the month.”

Bucky nods, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, of course,” he says, his voice steady and calm, with a hint of sadness.

“So, would you mind?” you ask, not needing to say it again, but wanting to hear him say it.

Bucky laughs, a low, warm sound that instantly puts you at ease. “Of course not,” he says, his voice teasing now, but the sincerity is still there, tucked into every word. “I’d do anything for you. You should know that by now.”

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Not as Planned

•🤍🧺⛓️‍💥🪽•

Summary: Kozik was your world and with a baby girl on the way everything was becoming clear, but you worried for his safety with the cartel, happy being both of your best friend he was always there to reassure you, but what will the future hold?

Pairing: Kozik x f!reader, Happy x f!reader

Included: Pregnancy, Character Death:(, Depression, Grief, Flashbacks, Fluff, 18+

•Masterlist•

The moment I met Kozik in Tacoma I knew, I knew he was my soulmate, he moved in next door and the rumble of his motorcycle intrigued me, I always was weak for a strong tattooed man in a bike and this was my chance to live out that dream

When I went over with a batch of cookies he was smiling brightly as he answered the door, he invited me in and from that point on we were inseparable, I knew what he did and it didn’t bother me, as long as I got to be with him

He introduced me to his club, where I got to meet some guys, some were okay, civil about me, but through that I met Happy Lowman, he was one of Koziks best friends and over time he became mine too, he was stand offish with me at first but Kozik told me that’s how he is with new things

But after many nights of them both staying over at my house and the many meals and desserts I filled their bellies I won him over, now he was like a welcome third wheel in our relationship, there for when I needed advice on Kozik or just when I needed moment of silence with a good friend he was there

All three of us made the move to Charming to the Redwood charter, they wanted a smaller area and of course I went with them, that where I got to meet the guys, Tara, Lyla and Gemma, they were glad to have another girl around the place

When I found out I was pregnant 7 months ago Kozik was over the moon, very nervous but so excited to grow a family with me, always joking that the baby would be protected constantly because it has a psycho uncle

And that leads to now

Sitting at the bench outside the clubhouse as I twist the gold band around my ring finger, waiting for Kozik and the rest of the guys to pull into the lot after another gun run for the Cartel

“Sweetheart all this stress isn’t good for the baby” Gemma states as she comes to stand by the table

“I know but I can’t help it, ever since I found out I’m pregnant I have this constant fear he’s gonna get hurt, worse than the usual” she rubs her hand up and down my back

“Oh honey we all feel that way, but the guys have each others back out there, your knight in shining armour will me riding through those gates any minute” and just like that we hear the distant rumble of motorcycles

One by one they pull into the lot and soon they’re all getting off, I wobble over to Kozik and throw my arms around his and his arms immediately wrap around my waist

“Shit I missed you baby girl” he sighs into my neck and I knew it was a rough one today for them

“I missed you too, I get so scared everytime you leave, I feel like you take a part of me with you and if you don’t come back I’ll never be the same” I’ve gotten alot more emotional in these last steps of my pregnancy but every word I spoke was true

He’s everything to me, always has been, not many people find their soulmates and luckily I came across mine, he pulls back and places his hands in the sides in my baby bump

“You know I’d never leave my girls”

“In this life style, it may not be your choice” we look at eachother for some time just admiring what we have when Happy comes and claps a hand on both our backs

“Come on love birds, do you need to declare love everytime he comes back” he groans glaring at us both only making me laugh, knowing deep down he was jealous of getting no attention

“I missed you too happy” I smile pulling him down into a hug, he’s not a touchy feeling emotional guy but he held a special spot for his best friend, he held on a little longer than usual meaning even Happy was stressed about whatever was going on which had to be bad

“Come, you boys need to relax”

We walk inside and Rat is already ready handing them both a beer, quick to grab and water for me

The both slump down in the old couch letting out big sighs as I try to maneuver a way to sit without falling backwards with my huge belly since the couch was so low

Soon feeling four hands on me helping guide me down till the ache on my back is gone and I’m nestled into the soft leather and between the two most important men in my life

“How is she today?” Kozik asks wrapping an arm behind me so I could rest my head on his shoulder, happy taking my legs and resting them on his lap as he continued a conversation with Tig who’s at the table next to the couch

“She’s good, she was kicking alot more, definitely missed her daddy today” I hold his hand in mine across my belly, moments like this I cherished, being in his arms surrounded my people I love

“She’s not the only one, I can tell, you’re stressed the doctor said that was bad for you both”

“I know but I can’t help it, you guys aren’t just in risky stuff anymore, it’s straight up dangerous…..it scares me” I feel happy rub up and down my leg soothingly even if he wasn’t in the conversation I know he could hear my worry, he always had his own way of showing affection and comfort

“Just promise me you won’t put yourself into unnecessary danger, make another guy do it I don’t care just…..don’t go all macho and end up dying leaving me and Lily alone”

“Okay I promise, now relax you’re running your head wild, we’re back, I’m back……I love you baby girl” he whispers into my hair

“I love you too Kozik”

•

I walk into the club house with a container of fresh brownies for the guys knowing how famished they get after being hungover, the opposite of most normal people

“Thank god our saviour! Koziks got himself a lucky one” tig yells out and the guys swarm me taking brownies, bringing one over to Happy and Kozik at the bar

“Feeling under the weather today boys?” I mock not being able to help but smirk as they rub their heads

“I love you baby, but please be quiet” Kozik groans as he slowly stuffs his face with brownies

“I second that” happy grunts

“Sorry” I hold my hands up in mock surrender, we all sit in silence for a while but there was something in my mind only the two closest men in my life could answer

“Can I ask you both something?” The change in my voice had them both looking to me, Kozik hand immediacy coming to my thigh

“Everything alright?” Happy asks, his voice grumbling

“I guess I don’t know ever since I’ve gotten bigger I don’t feel well…..as desirable anymore, will all these skinny perky croweaters around it’s hard not to compare” the were silent before they both bursted out laughing

“Guys I’m serious”

“Trust me baby, you’re the sexiest you’ve ever been”

“Yeah definitely up my alley” happy days earning a arm smack from Kozik

“Hey im just saying, she’s hot, we’ve been over this”

“Creep, she’s mine buddy” Kozik scoffs jokingly as he looks back at me

“But he’s right, you’re smoking baby” he brushed my hair back, his fingers brushing my cheek

“Maybe you just have to show me” he perks up like he wasn’t just completely hung over, picking me up bridal style and running to his dorm, leaving a trail of laughs in our wake, and Happy feeling left confused at the bar, these foreign feelings for his best friends girl who was also his best friend

•

Clay had Happy, Miles and Kozik going on a run having to keep the guns at Happys mom and aunts house so I thought it would be a fun little trip to tag along, I drive behind them, miles in the truck, happy and Kozik on their bikes and me in my own car because they didn’t want me getting in the mix if something happened

Soon we’re pulling up to Happys mothers house and she comes out with her sister, bright smiles as usual, always happy to greet guest, how happy came from her I’ll never know

I walk up to the house with Kozik at my side, happy and miles ahead of us

“I’m so happy to see you mijo” she beams pulling happy down to kiss him on the check

She turns to me and laughs as she gently touches my bump

“Oh chica you’re glowing, congratulations to both of you” she kisses my cheek and pulls me into a hug

“Thank you ma’am! We’re very excited for her to join our little family, Happy won’t say it but he is too” I whisper the last part to her as the guys have gone inside to eat

“You know sometimes I wish he got to you first, eyes never lie honey, and I know my son, I see the way he looks at you” my heart flips at her words making me feel flustered

“Happy? Like me? I don’t think so”

“I’m just saying I wish you were my daughter in law” she leads me inside to the table leaving me stunned but u try to brush it off as I sit next to Kozik, my plate already filled

Happy like me? That’s insane he’s koziks best friend and mine, plus I’m not really his type, atleast I don’t think I am

•

After dinner I helped clean up even though Kozik and Happys mom tried to stop me I couldn’t just sit their while everyone cleans up, that’s not me especially when I’m a guest

Placing the last plate in the dishwasher I stand up placing my hand in my lower back sighing

“Your back again?” I hear happy ask behind me, leaning against the counter with a toothpick in his mouth like usual

“Yeah, she’s getting heavier really strains my back, kozik helps by holding her up sometimes but he can’t hold me all the time” I laugh and his eyes travel to my bump

“Your mother had some interesting to say earlier” I say filling the silence

“Oh yeah?”

“She said she wished I was her daughter in law, I’m thinking she’s wanting you to get yourself a nice lady Hap” I smile taking his upper arm and we walk out to the living room where Kozik and Miles are sat watching a boxing fight, Happys mom and aunt gone to bed

“God I’m tired” I sigh sitting next to Kozik and slaying across his chest cuddling into him as he wraps his arms around me

“You work yourself out too much Angel, the doctor said you have to take it easy”

“Yeah yeah well I wasn’t gonna put all the work on Happys mom, even though I’m pretty sure she wants to keep me around”

“Sounds like she wants happy to steal you ol lady man” miles chimes in making Kozik laugh

“Yeah I’d like to see him try” happy doesn’t say anything just watched us both with those intimidating eyes

“I’m crazy, not crazy enough to steal another man’s ol lady” he grunts looking back to the tv

“Awe see he does love us” I joke making Kozik and miles laugh and the rest of the night is quiet…..comfortable

•

The guys loaded up the truck and I sat out watching them as I drank some iced tea, Happy comes out grumpy

“Who made pancakes it’s a mess”

“I did” miles says as they strain to lift the crate into the truck but watching my man’s arms flex was quite the show

“You gonna clean it up?”

“Have your mom and aunt”

“They’re not your maids” I could here the anger in his voice

“It’s okay I can do it” I say trying to ease the situation but trying to stand seemed harder as u huffed when I finally stood up straight

“No he made the mess he cleans it up” happy grunts

“Go he hates messes and my woman isn’t cleaning up after you” Kozik pushes and miles huffs as he walks inside leaving the three of us

“You’re to nice, he’s gotta learn” happy says as he puts his hand on my lower back and helps me sit back down, they join me sitting in the lawn chairs facing me

“I know I just wanna help you guys, I know how much stress you guys are under and it worries me sick when you’re both out there, me cleaning up some messes is the least I can do” Kozik brushes back my hair cupping my cheek

“It’s not your job Angel, I love you but you’re so stubborn, I love it but you’ve gotta relax at least until Lily is born”

“Think of the lil girl” happy says with sincerity in voice, which was a rarity

“Okay…I’ll take it easy”

“Good, and you have nothing to be worried about, we’ve got eachothers backs out there right Hap” he grunts in agreement and I feel a bit more at ease

Happys mom comes out with a bundle of clothes in her arm making her way towards me

“Mija, I’ve dug out some of Happys baby clothes, you should have them” she laid them in my lap, little onesies, beanies and handmade blankets

“Oh Mrs. Lowman I can’t these are your memories, keep them for when happy has children” she shakes her head patting my shoulder

“I want you to have them, your important to happy and his dear friend, keep them mija” I look at happy to make sure it’s okay and he nods and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face

“Thank you so much, I’ll take good care of them” she kisses my cheek before going back inside, I hold up a onesie and it’s so tiny

“Awe happy you must’ve been adorable” I tease and he snatches it from my hands as me and Kozik laugh

“You’re lucky you’re my friends old lady” he scoffs but I can see the subtle hint of a smile

•

The day had come where they were moving the guns so I was gonna head back to charming and wait for them there

Miles gets in the truck and I hug Happy, whispering in his ear

“Please watch out for him Hap, and be safe” his arms squeezed a little tighter leaning back he nods and gets in the truck

I turn to Kozik and his arms are immediately around my waist and I’m holding him tight, breathing him in

“Be safe baby, we will be waiting for you, me and our little girl okay”

“I’ll come back to you angel, I love you so much” being in his arms was my favorite thing in the world he always made me feel safe

“I love you too, with every fiber of my being”

He looks down at me gently holding my face in his hands and I do the same to him

Pulling me into a hard passionate kiss I never want to leave, when we separate I’m out of breathe making him smirk

“We’ll finish that later” he hops in the truck and they’re off, I watch as the truck drives down the road and I can’t help this awful feeling in my stomach

“Before you came they were just two men struggling, you know Koziks past and happy well he was a bit out of control, but when you came it’s like they both found something to ground them, they’re lucky to have you mija”

“Thank you Mrs. Lowman, you’re so sweet to me, I’ll be sure to visit again soon”

She gives me a bag of homemade cookies and I pack up my car and drive home and all I can think about is the two most important men in my life

•

Part.2

Part 2 soon, it’s gonna get angsty, it’s gonna be a rollercoaster, if you wanna be in the taglist comment!!

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[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Sweet tea and dog tags|| Joaquin Torres x southern!fem reader 

Summary Joaquin Torres, fresh off a mission, finds himself on leave in the small southern town of Bluff Creek, where he meets Y/N, a sweet and sassy local who owns a café.

Word count —615

A/N—please send me marvel requests to @faithschaoschronicles PLEASE

It’s the soft creak of the café’s screen door that grabs your attention—rusty hinges singing their usual greeting as the mid-morning sun spills in behind the silhouette of a stranger.

Tall, olive-skinned, and a little wide-eyed, the man’s definitely not from around here. Too clean-cut, too… polished. You clock the military posture, the short-cropped curls, and the soft trace of exhaustion behind his honey-brown eyes.

He glances around the sleepy café like he’s walked onto the set of an old movie, lips quirking slightly at the mason jars and hand-written chalk menu. When he reaches the counter, he offers a small smile.

“Uh… iced coffee?”

You blink. “Honey, this is the South. We don’t serve iced coffee ‘less it’s got a gallon of cream and sugar and comes in a mason jar.” You lean forward, eyes twinkling. “But I can fix you up a sweet tea that’ll change your life.”

He huffs a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I’m in your hands then, ma’am.”

Ma’am. Lord, he says it like he’s trying to kill you gently.

You pour the tea with a practiced hand, sliding it across the counter. “Name’s Y/N, by the way. You passing through?”

“Joaquin,” he says. “I’m on leave. Supposed to be relaxing, so my commanding officer dropped me off in the middle of nowhere.”

You raise a brow. “Sugar, this ain’t nowhere. This is Bluff Creek. We’ve got the best peach pie in the state and a Friday night dance that’ll knock your socks off.”

He grins, eyes lighting up. “Then I guess I’m in the right place after all.”

You don’t mean to fall for him. Honest.

But there’s something about Joaquin Torres that just feels good. He’s kind. Gentle. A little awkward in the way city boys are when they try to navigate old porch steps and livestock traffic.

You find him watching you sometimes—when you’re wiping down the counter, humming to yourself, or setting out pie slices for the lunch rush. And when you catch him, he doesn’t look away. Just smiles, a little sheepish, like he can’t help it.

You take him to the Friday dance, of course. He shows up in jeans and a button-down, looking every bit the boy your mama warned you about. But when he offers you his arm and says, “May I have this dance?” you know you’re doomed.

The way he holds you—like you’re breakable, like you’re precious—it damn near undoes you.

“You’re a good dancer,” you whisper, cheek pressed to his chest.

He chuckles. “Only with the right partner.”

You’re sitting on your porch, bare feet on the rail, sharing a bowl of fresh peaches and whipped cream. The cicadas are humming, the stars just starting to blink awake.

Joaquin leans against the post, arms crossed, watching you with soft eyes.

“Have you ever thought about leaving this town?” he asks.

You glance over at him. “Sometimes. But it’s home. And I got everything I need here.”

His smile falters just a little. “What if I asked you to come with me?”

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

You pause. Then smile. “You asking me to run off into the sunset with a man I barely know?”

He chuckles. “I’m asking if I can come back. For real. Stay longer. Get to know you the way I want to.”

You reach for him, fingers brushing the dog tags around his neck. “I’d like that.”

He pulls the chain off gently and presses it into your hand. “Then hold on to these for me, darlin’. I’ll be back. And next time—” he smiles, brushing a kiss to your forehead, “—I ain’t leaving without you.”

[chipthekeeper]

Hello again my friends. You want it, I've got it. It being heaps of fanfiction about the beautiful miracle that is Velcinta, and plenty more on the way.

Under the cut you can find links to all my fic, including multichapter fics, one-shots, and the short and sweet stuff. Please never hesitate to talk to me about any of it here or leave comments on ao3!

Happy reading!

Multichapter fics:

(oh, love, get me) out of the cold - backstory from how they met on Aldhani, plus missing scenes and in-depth study of season one (the magnum opus. for now) | 22 chapters, 82,621 words

The Fear of Being Alone - 5 times Vel didn't leave Cinta alone + 1 time Cinta returned the favor | 6 chapters, 11,798 words

the heart is a muscle - another run at their Aldhani story, eventually to move ahead well past season one (this has been a work in progress for a long time but i WILL finish it someday. big plans now) | currently 10 chapters, 29,368 words. many more to come

One-shots (2000 words or more):

Sharing a Blanket - the FIRST ever Velcinta fic :) | 2046 words

What's Left - post-episode 8 feelings processing | 4729 words

New at This - first attempt at describing how they met | 3644 words

The Window to the Galaxy - still the happy ending I choose to believe they got | 4232 words

Loved I Not Honor More - 5 times the struggle comes first + 1 time it doesn't (my favorite fic aside from the big one) | 8809 words

It Won't Kill Ya - another possible first meeting, but lighter | 3533 words

Gravity - first attempt at interpreting the infamous season two potato trailer footage | 3398 words

Losers Buy - Velcinta + Rebelcaptain Imperial sabotage double-date | 3229 words

Better in the Next Life - second attempt at interpreting the infamous season two potato trailer footage. but this time devastating? | 3407 words

Quick hits (under 2000 words)

things you said - 3 "chapters", 1443 words

a stubborn heart - 100 words

bloodsport - 644 words

Vel Sartha's Guide to Coming Out to Your Niece - 706 words

failure - 200 words

we did not give up on love today - 683 words

missed - 1227 words

universal language - 1182 words

The Exchange - random Cinta drabble | 100 words

[greenwriterplaidbow]

Human Connection

Part IV

Last part, next part

Logan Howlett x Reader with injury related memory loss

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: This one is shorter and maybe the weakest section in my opinion but its part 4/6 so it is what it is I guess. IDK tension is definitely a weak area for me, I just want everyone to be happy and get alongggg. Anyways hope you enjoy it all the same. Now I have to actually commit to deciding if I want to end this series with smut or not! I’m leaning towards yes but it feels cringe. Or I’ll give up and write two endings. Decisions are hard and advice is welcomed.

Warnings: a combination of angst and fluff, suggested feminine reader (called Logan’s wife and she/her pronouns)

You stretch and sigh. There is a soft glow coming in through the bottom of the curtains. You feel the heat still radiating off Logan from a few inches away. His arm lays across your midsection. You rub your eyes and move to get up.

His hand on your waist applies more force when you make your attempt to move. He makes a noise. “Come on, stay in bed a little longer. You should be resting anyway. It was nice sleeping in yesterday.”

He lightens up when he feels your muscles relax and stop straining against his arm.

“Relax, I was going to come back. I was just getting up to pee and brush my teeth.”

“I guess that’s okay then. But if you’re not back in 15- I’m finding you and carrying you back to bed.”

“Yeah yeah, okay. I get it, I'll come right back”

He lets his hand slide onto the bed as you get up.

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The minute you're back in bed, Logan is pulling you into himself.

“You act like I was gone for a month, it was literally 5 minutes.” You laugh as he wraps both of his arms around your back and nuzzles his head against you. You slowly run your fingers through his hair and you swear you heard him purring for a second.

“I think it was closer to 6.”

“In that case, how did you make it that long by yourself?!” You try and say without laughing.

“I don't know” his voice was muffled as he pressed his face into your skin.

The two of you sit, enjoying the soft scene together until you break the silence again.

“Did we ever meet in the library? I mean when we first started teaching together.”

“Yes,” Logan nodded and murmured. "Spent a lot of long nights down there.”

“I remember that a little bit. I didn't know if it was a real memory or dreamed memory. They're weirdly hard to tell apart.”

“Tell me what you remember, I can tell you if it's real.”

You thought back to the unorganized segments of memories. Trying to make sense of them as you explained them aloud.

Your own heavy breathing is the only sound in the dark room as you scramble to flick on the lamp and examine the room. It's not the bedroom you've been sleeping in current-day with Logan. This room looks older. After calming yourself, you rub your face and sign into your hands. After throwing on a soft zip-up sweatshirt over your pajamas and sliding your slippers you head out of the room. It's dark and quiet in the long hallways that lead you to a large library. You feel the weight of a messenger bag that holds your laptop, a textbook, and student worksheets. You are surprised that there is already a fire in the fireplace. It isn't until you get closer that you see him. Logan laying on a sofa. Reading a book by the glow of the fire. His eyes only leave the page to look towards you, wordlessly questioning your presence.

“Sorry, I didn't know anyone else would be down here- I'll go,”

“Stay if you want to stay. I’m not fuckin king of the library, you have as much of a right to be here as I do. And I'm not sure how much I trust you to start a fire anywhere else.”

You stand there a second, taking in the positives and negatives of his comments. You make the decision to sit down anyways. You're in a chair right next to the sofa, on the side away from his head. You open your bag and pull out worksheets to start grading. You remember staying there a long time. Neither of you spoke. The ambient crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustling papers fill the silence. Then your mind flicks to another scene. Same place, same seats, roughly the same time, but now you're rereading a textbook section and you don't have your sweatshirt. Logan is sitting up and a newspaper has replaced his book. You still don’t speak but there seems to be less tension between the two of you. Another scene but now you're both on the sofa. Papers placed on the coffee table, long abandoned in favor of conversation. It changes again. This time you're quietly fighting. Keeping your voices down to respect the rest of the school who could manage to keep a regular sleep schedule while still getting your point across. Logan is in a distinctive red shirt that catches your eye and letting you know that the next skip is the same night. Although now you're not fighting anymore. Now you're leaning against him with your legs over his lap, your knees gently against his chest, all but sitting in his lap; while his arms are loosely around you. Logan holding you soothingly. Your eyes feel wet like you had been crying but looking back into your patchwork memories, you can't remember why. It felt like looking into a broken mirror with missing pieces. You remember other disjointed scenes but they're all similar. The same people, the same place, the same time. You and Logan, in the old library, late nights or early mornings. Most were just calm studying where you both ignored the other but then a jump to another memory and you're cuddled up watching a movie together.

In the present moment, Logan’s fingers rub circular patterns against your leg while he listens.

“Yeah that happened. We met up there a lot. It wasn’t on purpose, not at first. It's a place we both liked to go when we couldn't sleep. When it started, we would just work but you kept coming back. And the longer you stuck around, the more we got to talking.”

“Mmm.” You hummed in understanding even if his explanation didn’t do more than confirm what you could gather from your remembered fragments.

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The rest of the day was generally unremarkable. Logan liked how comfortable you were getting with him. You weren't your old self yet but this was the closest you'd been. The day was mostly divided between Logan using the opportunity to clean while you read your books and went through your teaching material. You went on a walk after supper again, although this time you were more careful about your limits. When you came back, the two of you just planned to rest and have an uneventful evening.

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Logan and you sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch. Your knees were just folded against his manspreaded lap. You flipped through a folder of your class material while Logan read a book. You closed the folder and slid it off your lap, onto the open spot next to you.

“Can I try grading some of my own stuff?”

“You don't have to, I can handle it for you.” He responded without looking up from his novel.

“I want to. I want to feel productive” Logan closed his book and met your eyes.

“Ok. If it’s too much, you don't have to do it all. I’ll go find your answer key on your computer for these two worksheets. Do you want me to print them out?”

“Yes please. Thank you.”

He nods as he sets down his book. His hand lands on your thigh as he stands and you watch him walk down the hall. You're half tempted to follow him for a minute until you hear a soft knock at the door. You look towards the office then back at the front door. ‘Probably just a package or a neighbor or something.’ You think to yourself.

You travel the short distance down to the door and open it cautiously. A nervous-looking young man stands on the other side. His eyes look almost guilty or shameful, but you don't have enough time to analyze him before he speaks.

“Hello. This is the Howletts residence, right?”

“Hello! Yes, it is. You'll have to wait here just a moment for my husband- If we know each other I'm not trying to be rude, I was just recently in an accident, I have a brain injury. I mean they say my memories should come back, it just takes time and-”

“That's what I want to talk to you about actually,”

When Logan emerges from the office, the papers he was carrying back got tossed onto the table. He rushed over to your side.

“Logan Howlett, who are you?”

He thrust one hand towards the stranger while the other one went defensively to your back.

“May I come in?” He takes a step inside the house before either of you answer. “I'd like to speak with you.”

“That's fine, you can speak to us fine right here. Who are you?”

“I'm Dustin, Dustin Steele.. I was drunk last week. I did something stupid, I didn't even know I hurt anyone until I woke up the next morning in a cell. The officers said it was pretty bad but you look fine. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to make it up to you. See how you were doing, you know?”

Long metal claws shot out of his clenched fists in the moment it took Logan to close the distance between himself and the driver, slamming him against the front door. You take several small, quick steps back in surprise. You hear Logan yelling at the man against the door but in your panic, it's like you're hearing it from the bottom of a well. It takes you a moment to snap yourself out of it and take action.

“Logan! Hey, hey. Stop-” You grab his shoulders and pull his arms back at his sides. Obviously, you couldn't hold him back if you tried, you're just trying to make him think before he joins the driver in the 'did something stupid' club.

He took several heavy, angry, uneven breaths. Your hand pushed at his chest to make him take one more step back. The driver was too scared to move.

You let out a quick sigh and answered the driver’s initial question. “Uh yeah I'm fine. My chances of survival are pretty solid at this point. I mean I have no memories because of a traumatic brain injury but I'll be fine.. Logan? Is there anything he can do to make it up to us?”

“I should take your life for what you've taken from me-” Logan takes a step forward causing the driver to slide back against the door while taking a step outside.

Your hand moves up to grip his arm. “Please stop” He sighs but complies with your plea.

“No. I don't think there's anything you can do outside of what you're legally required to do.”

“I-I see. Well you have a nice day.. again, I'm sorry”

“Yeah.” As soon as he gets a reply, he darts away from the door, almost sprinting away from the house.

Logan slams the door and you make your way upstairs. When you got to the top you still feel the adrenaline running through you and reach out for the kitchen counter for support. You struggle to catch your breath as your composure crumbles and you try to keep from slipping into a panic attack. Your brain tortures you by showing the image of Logan yelling on repeat. Your heart felt like it could stop beating at any moment. It was going so fast you felt like it might start skipping beats. You’re brought back to reality when you feel Logan's hand touch your arm. You jumped back a bit without thinking.

He repeated the question you hadn't heard him ask. "Are you alright?"

“Yeah, yeah. I'm- I'm fine.” You’re still struggling to control your breathing.

Logan softly says your name before he asks, “Are you.. scared of me?”

“Yes!” You say louder than you mean as you turn your body to face him. “Right now, I kind of have a reason to be! I just saw you yell at that guy, you got up in his face. You were trying to intimidate him, it was kind of scary. You were so loud. And you're a big guy, it really doesn't take much,”

“I wasn't trying to intimidate him- I was going to hurt him-”

“Not helping your case.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of his statement.

“For what he did to you? He deserves to rot in hell.”

“No he does not! He's young, plenty old enough to know better but still, he doesn't even look like he's out of college. This shouldn't ruin his life.” Your panic starting to be replaced by frustration.

“Like hell it shouldn't, he could've killed you. What if it wasn't you, what if it was a little kid, anyone in that backseat wouldn't have lived.“ Logan carefully stepped closer to you as he made his point, you stepped back.

“Yes, it could've been worse but let's just be thankful it wasn't. It was a stupid mistake. He shouldn't have been doing it of course but his punishment is not death.”

“You're right, death would be too easy.”

“No! What's wrong with you?? The justice system will handle him. I can admit, it's far from a great system but that's not a choice we get to make. If you want to see change, you don't start with things that are personal. You would-”

“I don't want to see change, I'm just pissed at that guy” He motioned towards the door as he spoke.

“You'll get over it”

“But-”

“Stop being pissed at him when you could be happy with me.”

Logan shrugged. “I can do both.”

Your hand goes to your forehead as you try to decide the best way to handle the situation.

“Logan..” With a sigh you determine there isn't much more you can do to reiterate your point. “I’m.. I’m going to go to bed. I'll grade that stuff in the morning.”

His jaw clenched. “Okay.. I’m going to read out here a bit longer, then I'll be in too. You don't need to keep a lamp on for me though.”

You nod and step around him to walk to your bedroom.

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It was cold in the dark room without him. The feeling of loneliness you felt the first day back in your own bed was creeping in again. Your mind circled around your argument with Logan, the way he treated the driver, your few memories of earlier fights. Round and around, keeping you awake.

It was two hours before Logan quietly entered the room. When he climbed into bed you were surprised that he didn't move to touch you. That was the routine the two of you had gotten into and you had hoped his comforting warmth would drown out your thoughts. But he stayed back. Still close to you but never closing the gap. You wordlessly took matters into your own hands, sliding back and moving his arm around you.

“You're still awake? I thou-”

“Shut up.”

Your lingering frustration combined with your lack of sleep made you snap at him more than you intended. Logan got the message; this isn't an olive branch, you’re still upset. He still found some peace knowing that even when you're upset, he still provided you a sense of safety and comfort.

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PAC: What they would do to your naked body that they will be afraid to admit ? (18+)

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~4 )

No, you are NOT dreaming ... SHE'S BACKKKK !

Pile 1 

Hey  girl/boy  hey ! How are you doing ? Miss y’all so much ! Anyways don't look at me like that … in what kind of mess did you put yourself into ? Imma move on but we definitely circling back to this next time. Now we are all about the way your next partner would dream about treating your naked body but will be too afraid to admit it. 

First thing first, y’all know I am not the one to sell y’all dreams, right ? No coming back did not change that side of me but babe you are the turning point in your next lover's life. I mean there's a clear before and after effect. Now I’m hearing the lyrics of Brokey: When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown

You ain't never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out (turned you out). There's a difference; the second part of the verse does not apply to you. Like you did not do anything to make that person change. You did not want that person to change. They saw what you were about and decided to change their way. You might never know how much of a trash lover they were until they decide to be honest with you. In my vision, I see a guy dressed like a bad guy in the 50s looking at the pretty preppy girl in pink from a mile away and instead of wanting to do bad to her he want to show her how good love can get.She's the only one worth his good side. I aint saying y’all fit that narrative is just an analogy. 

In their mind, there's no crazy possessive act or even passion. If we stick to my vision, they want you in their pretty car, caressing your leg, keep losing themself in your pretty brown eyes (some of y’all have green eyes and enjoying deep conversion. They don't even want to take you out at night because they want to make sure you know they are serious and this is not some kind of trap. Now sometimes, late at night in their room, they may catch a boner because they mind is almost ``forcing`` them to think of you in a more sexual manner. They will think of kissing your neck (not leaving hickeys because the mere fact that you let them this close to your delicate energy is a privilege). Most of y’all in this pile have the bra game crack and under control (I am jealous tell me all your secrets, NOW !), your tits always look the fuck good. They would love to stare at them and you letting them do so not thinking he's a creep or not risking his chance with you. Caressing your inner thigh and also maybe playing a bit with your panties does cross their mind. They never go further than that because they need to focus on the bigger picture which is a long term commitment with you.  At the end of the day, their passiveness depends on your energy. If you ever give them hint of wanting more (fuck me eyes, playing with your tits, nasty texting …), they will jump on the occasion. 

They also enjoy how strict you are and love it when you remind them that you are not the one to play with. The fact that you can drop them that easily is a turn on for them. They also imagine you, squirting all over them. Overstimulating you with their munch abilities and flipping you around on their dicks at night they cant their mind out the gutter. 

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PILE  2

Hey to my lesbian girlypop. How is your cherry doing ? I hope you had all the fun you wanted while I was gone, if not good news the fun is coming. 

Your next partner's sexual thoughts about you, that they would be afraid to admit is that they want you. I think this person presents themself as straight until they meet you and you set fire to their POV. You may actually never know this person is thinking about you that way and if you miss the clue, you are going to miss out on a beautiful opportunity for some good sex because they are pretty lowkey. I ain't going to lie no matter what, this is not going to transform into a full blown relationship. You may have a habit of falling in love with a good box so guard yourself. Don't worry, this person is a gentle soul. I see y’all being FWB. Everytime they are going to think about it in a sexual manner is going to shook them because that's not who they are. They never wanted and thought of playing in the rainbow before you. They will take extra time reminiscing about your tits and your natural curvy body. Most of y’all reading this have an hourglass body or pear body no matter slim or thick. Y’all going to have good sex after having an honest discussion regarding y’all desires and the way y’all want to deal with it. 

Her love language is physical touch. She might get extra affectionate with you because she loves the feel of your bust on her. Another hint, you may need to catch. Funny enough, she also has a habit of falling in love which is quicker than you. Idk the relationship may be chaotic not the toxic kind and the sex bomb. Maybe because it comes with forbidden feelings. Anyways the ball is in your court, you decide if you want to mess with that or keep going in your dry spell era. 

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PILE 3 

How are you doing queen ? It has been a whole month since I left and you are still bedrotting ? What happens with all your goals set in Jan 2025… huh ? No, don't go away, I'm not stepping on your neck (this time at least). I am not here for that TODAY. Today is all about love and good vibes and you deserve all that. Even when you think you don't …

Let's dive into it ! To begin with, your next partner is going to think you are porn star beautiful. Don't worry I was mad for you when I got that message. Me (yesterday) : WTF DO U MEAN PORNSTAR BEAUTY ! Are u sex addicts because I swear my babes deserve better than that … Until my spiritual team told me to calm my butt down. Your next partner is no sex addict and he dont think your makeup is cakey. What he tries to make me understand is you have every attribute to make any man fall on their knees yet you are too insecure. In his sexual dream regarding you, you are more confident. Your dominant planet may be Venus and you may have a stellium in Taurus because everything you do is so sexy and sensual. Some of y’all have a rising sign in Scorpio with all that I have mentioned, damm another day wishing I could see y’all gorgeous face. Your voice is sweet like honey but very sexually inviting. Like you can be reciting a grocery list and you would make these men have blue balls. He could be on facetime masturbating to you just doing your laundry. You have a natural pretty face, your mannerism is enchanting and your voice oulalala dont worry they will not. If in your future you are down for that, you don't have to ask them twice. Calling you is their bad habit. They love receiving voice memos from you. Also they think you are hiding some kind of sexual talent. Maybe you know how to ride it well or you give good head. They know you are uncomfortable when it comes to sex. Most of you, your ex took your spark away when it comes to being sexy (funny this is single since birth …). Or maybe somebody you thought you were in a relationship with the whole time he was cheating with you which took your confidence away and left you with nothing but guilt.They want to feel like a boss, they would probably daydream about taking charge in the bedroom. Not full blown dominatrix but telling them where you want them to put their hands. Where you want them to kiss. Holding their head down while their munching. Would love for you to express how good you make them feel and how it is only them making you feel that way. They LIVE for your validation and YOUR validation ONLY. For some it is someone from your past not the bad ex/situationship is actually somebody you have good moments with but you naturally drift away and you are going to reconnect again. Fucking them would be full of longing and euphoria. Is almost like fucking on the clouds, so dreamy and soft. They can sense a growth in you when they see again, that you may take for granted. When they left you were more of a people pleaser and when they are coming back you have an ease in displaying your boundaries which they are going to be so proud of you for changing. I keep hearing : babygirl & ‘’ I am so proud of you’’. Throughout all your relationship they are always going to celebrate your wins whether they are small or huge. 

This man is definitely a white one. There's a high chance he has blue eyes and blond hair. Also he walks around with a sex playlist … lol. 

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PILE 4

Hey my wild rides. I missed your chaos. Don't tell the other you are secretly my fav energy (y’all : I could have swear a couple post ago, you said gentle & delicate soul were your fav… me: No need to fight ladies, Shesca has enough love for all of you (no me entering my douchebag era)). Anyways what kind of mess did you create and left like it was not your fault while I was gone. Is ok, you right … How could it ever be your fault? 

That being said, let's go back to the business that pays me (shameless promo, go get a private reading !). Talking about shamelessness, you like big dicks. Don't try to hide the cards rat you out a long time ago. Since it is supposed to be for my single since birth, y’all may have a size kinks. Which shows me that your type may be tall muscles guys. You may have something for big biceps. You don't want them gym rat way but more nerds type way that still go to the gym and send you pictures after they are done. I know your pussy just did that crazy twirl, let's calm down lady. The next person you are going to deal with is going to be your dreams come true. They are going to want you to be hooked on them and to only have eyes for them. Honestly they may be quite stoic from the outside in even their sense of style is quite minimal ( just wanted to add that they smell extra good) but inside they are fucking golden retrivers. They would do anything for you to compliment them. They will put that work in the bedroom girl ! Just for you, the pillow princess to say it was good. Is like a reward for them. You guys will need to find a middle ground. That is what they think about because compared to them you are tiny. They can easily break, they are actually scared of hurting you. Or embarrassing you with a run at the emergency room because he decided to go to deep inside. He will have an Aries mars … shit. Big dig, size kink and Aries mars … don't worry I am already calling the police on your behalf. In their daydream regarding your naked body, they are not actually picturing you naked. They are pictureing y’all kissing, caressing each other's body and you asking for more and them telling you, he can't because he is scared of hurting you.  

That person is an amazing cuddler and loves cuddling. Do not joke around about cuddling time, it may be one of your couple's traditions. Maybe before bed is mandatory y’all cuddle. Y’all may also have a tradition of always showering together.  He is also very vocal in the bedroom, talks dirty, moans, grunts and may even beg …

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[ducktracy]

Ever met Bob Bergen?

i have not, but i would certainly love to!

the only voice actors i've met have been in my native turf of Sponge-land... and they are all INCREDIBLY NICE!! i accidentally got Doug Lawrence's autograph, Tom Kenny gushed over my Popeye shirt i was wearing last year and showed it off to Bill Fagerbakke who i also got to talk to for like 20 minutes straight. i got to have a beer with Tom Kenny. Tom and Doug recognized me from the previous year's party. when i introduced myself to Jill Talley, i said "i work on The Patrick Star Show, i hear your voice all the time!" and she said "i'm sorry" LMAO. they're all so incredibly funny and nice and i hope to meet many more animation voice legends in my time, Bob being one of them! he's maybe the only other person i feel comfortably relinquishing my Swinentologist status to, as i may call myself Porky's #1 fan, but i haven't been voicing him for 35 years either..

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[flovverworks]

thought again how overwhelmingly lonely akira would become after everything while time does its healing. u go from having a twenty-something ppl around u at all times to being alone. no one to knock on ur door in the morning, no ppl going in & out, no chaos of sudden fights. even in the (more likely) case where akira forgets its like. this haunting feeling of having forgotten something u shouldnt have. guy who goes to every social gathering ever to have that chaotic energetic experience of having so many ppl around again

[cosmicdreamgrl]

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[suksatoru]

smile for the camera! — ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader

katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!

you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.

he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.

the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internet—there were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.

it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossible—but the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.

"great explosion murder god dynamight—or, well, just dynamight sir—what would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"

katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly

"the glory. the strength. and kicking ass—make that the first thing, actually."

"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predicted—stuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.

"—and i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest

he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.

the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him

"what about your wife!"

"....eh?"

"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself

"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"

katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feet—once pointed towards the exit—shift ever so slightly towards the woman

"well...what do you want to know?"

and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.

"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at me—she was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' ya—you don't wanna get into an argument with her."

the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.

he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the room—he had a meeting to attend and then his patrol—but he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.

katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.

it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartment—groaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleep—when he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him

"you're home!"

he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug

"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grin—looking a little too happy.

"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"

you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin

"your ma called. guess what she told me?"

katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest

"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swear—"

"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."

katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.

"what..."

he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face

"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, too—gosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"

katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe

"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge him—too busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face

"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on insta—"

he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip

"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."

"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."

"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part two

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex work, jealousy, fingering, Gojo has six inch fingers I won't argue about it lol, he masturbates too much, sexual tension - lots of it- he becomes lowkey/highkey Yan tbh, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

<<<Part one Part three>>>

Escort! Satoru never falters, but when he sees you in that elegant black dress, hugging every curve and line of your body, he does just that. Not only has he stroked himself to you every day this week - sometimes multiple times a day- you also make his heart race with your pretty smile, so shy and nervous as you look down at your feet now. 'You look... sexy as fuck' you giggle now, when he brushes back a little tendril of hair that's escaped it's elegant coif, watching your lips part, making his thoughts run haywire. 'You say that to all the girls, hmm? I kind of pay you to say it' he scoffs then.

Escort! Satoru murmurs 'you look beautiful' earning your cheeks heating up, your own heart thudding as you try to remember what you're here for. He's a paid actor who's a sweetheart, and that's all this is. 'And no I don't get paid to say it' You nervously bite your lower lip, drawing his attention as the two of you stand outside of the grand ball room in down town, the wind gently blowing your dress just enough to show him those sexy legs of yours. 'Thank you, Satoru- you look amazing' he smirks, tugging at his slick Armani tux- 'well of course I do'

Escort! Satoru is the perfect partner as the two of you enter the bustling room, snatching up two glasses of champagne for you both, you sip the bubbly liquid and curse. 'My parents, three oclock... we may have to kiss or something is that okay?' Satoru clears his throat. 'I don't on the mouth' 'oh! I'm so sorry...' he's eying your lips now, enticing him to no end, while your hand comes to brush against his shoulder. 'What about the cheek?' Satoru would kiss every inch of your pretty body, he realizes even your mouth doesn't feel like it's off limits, but he gives you an easy smile. 'Sure, sweets'

Escort! Satoru shmoozes right along with all the old wealth in the room, enjoying your every eye roll and sigh, you clearly don't enjoy being around all of this. You make him more curious after he wins your parents over, brushing his lips on your cheek, warm against the plush of his mouth, as his arm wraps your waist. 'Your daughter is really something' he says softly, pulling you closer. 'Thank god, we didn't know if she'd ever meet someone! she's always working-' 'mom!' Satoru snorts in humor then. 'I also work all the time' they look at him curiously. 'And what do you do?' Your turn to look at him, you two didn't discuss this. 'I'm a massage therapist'

Escort! Satoru sips his champagne after they leave, and you raise a brow at him. 'Massage therapist, hmm?' Satoru wiggles his thin white brows, leaning against the table now. 'Wanna find out if I'm lying?' You're so shy from his flirtations, you hardly notice when several men take notice of you in that dress. You don't dress up aside from business, but you must look pretty good- they're all over you, asking to dance as you politely decline, and Satoru's anger grows with each one. When a man has his hand on the small of your back, he forgets you've paid him to come here, walking up and swatting the man's wrist away, as you look at him in confusion. 'Care for a dance, sweetheart?'

Escort! Satoru leads you out to the floor, pulling your body flush against his, you tilt your head up to look at the tall man, whose eyes are swirling blue. 'Playing the boyfriend role so well, gonna earn a hefty tip' you tease softly, Satoru freezes, hands on the nip at your waist. That was not pretend, he wanted to cut a man's hand off for touching a fucking stranger essentially, a pretty client. He smirks, feigning ease he doesn't feel. 'I'm five star for a reason, hmm?' you're losing the night in his arms, spinning around the elegant ballroom, so light and giddy as the champagne rushes your blood stream.

Escort! Satoru and you are standing on the outside again as the evening is ending, and you've ordered a limo to take the two of you home. 'Would you like to ride with me or...' 'yes' his answer is so fast it hits you by surprise, as the wind whips around the two of you, making you shiver. Satoru takes his fancy jacket off, tossing it over your shoulders, in a gesture far too sweet- it's hard to remember this is just a job for him. 'Thank you for tonight, Satoru, you really made it so much better' you peck a kiss on his cheek, he turns his head, lips a breath from yours when the limo pulls up, and he opens the door for you, sliding in close.

Escort! Satoru eyes the rise and fall of your perfect breasts when you take of his jacket, handing it back, your fingers brushing, the contact ending his resolve. He's never needed to have someone like you, his hand slipping up your thigh, feeling you tremble, your eyes dilating in desire. 'Satoru you don't have to perform that part of your job with me, I really did just need someone perfect, to appear that I'm... put together I guess' he sighs now, leaning even closer against you in the night, thumbs running little circles across your inner thigh, hearing your soft cry. 'I want to make you cum, if you'd like me to, you look like you could really use a release' you swallow nervously, when his hand brushes even higher, so close to where you're wet and sticky against the lace of your panties.

Escort! Satoru feels your heat, murmuring - 'fuck' - blue eyes almost blinding, his pupils pinpoints, lips so close they're almost touching. 'Say the word, sweetheart, I'll get your pretty pussy off so good' you manage a weak moan, trying to pull yourself together. 'will this cost extra, mister?' you're trying to tease him, so cute and fumbling over your words, even now. 'Nah, I pick what I want to do with every client, and you I'd love cumming all over my fingers' you nod nervously, while the limo heads to your home. Surely one night of pleasure isn't the worst thing. 'yeah, you want it pretty girl?' his words along with fingers brushing your soaking cunt over the material has your head falling back, a cry eliciting from your throat. 'then say it' he orders softly, thumb brushing the slick growing, looking down at your pretty face, picturing it when you cum.

Escort! Satoru almost cums when you murmur 'I want it' and has your panties pulled to the side, two fingers slid in your cunt in moments. You gasp at the stretch, clinging tightly to him, 'fuck, you're that wet, baby I haven't touched you' he's cocky, he's ridiculous, he's an... escort, but fuck does he know just where to press, his fingers so long you've not been with men as long as them, as his fucking fingers, making you wildly think of his cock when he presses your back against the limo, hair falling over a brown, you hear your greedy cunt squishing and clicking. 'Mnh! It's... intense I...' Satoru smiles, breath ghosting across the tops of your breasts, when his fingers curl just right, making you blinded. 'There's that spot, feels good doesn't it, pretty?'

Escort! Satoru has his fingertips hitting that spot again and again, while he kisses down to your breast, and your hands grip his hair, making him press his cock against the seat, desperate for any friction. When your hands trail down his waist he stops them, making you blink as you focus, hearing the squelching wetness when his fingers pump. Satoru kisses that hand, before he pins your wrist down, watching you climb higher and higher. 'That's it, let go f'me, huh? Be a good girl, would you?' You're ended at that, at his fingers scissoring in and out, and you feel your climax hit, orgasm having you gush all over his hands, he watches in wonder as you do, down to his silver and diamond cufflinks, soaking him and that seat,

Escort! Satoru moans as he watches your pretty face, your eyes fluttering, lips parted in a gasp, and your wrist is still in his big hand, he's never seen anything like you cumming, not even after countless women. 'Oh my god... you should... charge even more...' your sweet little declaration makes him chuckle, when he eases his long, thick digits out you suddenly feel empty, the limo comes to a stop as you sit up nervously, adjusting ruined panties, trying to straighten up while his cock is pulsing, precum sticking to his boxers. 'I can return the favor, free you know' you tease softly, hand brushing his length, eliciting a whimper. A whimper. He's Satoru Gojo, top escort, about to cum from your palm brushing him over layers of clothing.

Escort! Satoru can't embarrass himself, especially not with you, putting his fingers to his mouth then, moaning as he sucks you off him, your pussy clenches at the fucking sight, whining out from the back of your throat. 'Fuck...' he murmurs, tasting how sweet you are, while you watch in wonder. 'you taste that good?' you're enamored by his glistening lips, leaning so close, when there's a subtle knock on the door. You hastily kiss his cheek bone, hugging him tightly, so sweet you make him die more for you, before pulling back, the longing in your body for more fighting with your mind. It's a fantasy, it's his job, it's not... more.

Escort! Satoru hates when you head out of the limo, your legs are visibly shaky, as you look at him so nervous, biting your lower lip and tucking that tendril back once more. 'Satoru Gojo you deserve every five star you get' you say, before nervously turning back, Satoru looks out the window to see you live in a fucking penthouse nicer than his, before the door shuts and he's left alone, your perfume clinging to him, the taste of you just barely enough on his fingers that he can suck you off them again. His phone dings, and you've tipped him another thousand dollars, with a cute little emoji. Now emojis, collarbones and tendrils of hair make him want to cum. Great.

Escort! Satoru tries to go back to business as usual, but he can't get you off his mind. He hasn't tried to write you, he knows it was just a job, but when he's on a 'date' with another client, his memory rolls to you, when he's dancing he craves your unique size in his arms, that perfect body under his, imagines a slicker, tighter cunt like yours, when he's trying to please his clients. He can't even cum unless he thinks of you, and keeps refusing blow jobs, to the point he wonders just what you fucking did somehow. He keeps eyeing that extra tip, feeling horrible you sent it even, how should he get paid to touch you, to make you cum!? Surely he should fucking pay to even be in your presence, and God he would.

Escort! Satoru has an idea suddenly, when he leaves another client pleased, yet he can't manage to make himself fuck anyone, he can't keep it up when they try, and it's been three fucking weeks. It must be in his head, it must be that he enjoyed it so much... it must be something right? Satoru does not get feelings for his clients, he's a professional... or, he was. He is shutting his eyes seeing your glistening cunt he got just a glimpse of, cumming until he's just shooting blanks, over and over like a madness, until he looks you up, it's not hard to find you. He scrolls through your pictures, business ones, and cums more, his cock rubbed raw as he pictures it, you under him as he pumps you full of his cum.

Escort! Satoru finds himself at your business, waiting for a meet with you, the high up CEO of this building, you hear the name and are completely confused, when he walks into your office you remember it all then. All the times you've thought of him, it's so embarrassing! Surely he's back to normal, and you're left using your rose toy on high and imagining six inch fingers buried in your cunt. 'Satoru, this is a surprise, did you need... marketing? For your business?' Satoru chuckles as your assistant shuts that door with a resounding click, pulling out a pretty black velvet box then. Your brows draw together in confusion. 'What is that?' Satoru walks forward, you inhale that scent, eye his lithe body hungrily, trying to keep your composure.

Escort! Satoru hated the thought of you paying so much, the only thing he can think is to give it back, but he can't because he's sure you'd never take it. So he firmly went to Cartier and bought this pretty bracelet he shows you now, making you gasp. Despite being wealthy, he notices you have simple jewelry, you don't have a fancy office, it's as if you don't even let yourself have nice things. Well he would change it, even if it meant just one more time seeing you, maybe to get you out of his system. He watches color dance on your cheeks, as you run your fingers across it - 'It's beautiful, but...' he shushes you, gently taking the pretty white gold out of the box, smiling at you, his snowy lashes low over his heated blue eyes. 'Your review, got me a lot of traction, let me give a gift?'

Escort! Satoru snaps that Cartier bracelet on your delicate wrist, the jewels glinting under your soft office lighting, you feel the cold against your skin, barely cooling you, as you remember his fingers, remember him sucking you off them, the way he had you gushing arousal, had you floating. Desire wars with what it means, was it just him being kind? Was it more? 'Satoru, it's beautiful but, this costs what I tipped you' he smiles a bit, no it cost more than that, but he'll let you think so. He runs his fingertips across your cheek now. 'Don't be a stranger, mmkay?' he turns to walk away, to jerk off to that image of you as you are right now, when you halt him with one question. 'Satoru?' he turns to look at you, when you sit up on your desk suddenly, his heart pounds as blood rushes to his cock, as you nervously cross your legs, tilting your head to the side. 'How much for twenty minutes of your time?'

hehe there will be quite a few of these- our boy is DOWN BAD

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