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ltye + sick days

authors note: oneshot inspired by this wonderful ask . this is purely canon and actually takes place a lil bit into the future. not too long after chapter 23, so let's say a couple weeks after solana has been home from the hospital.

might or might not have one or two things sprinkled in this here one......

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warnings: none, really. just roman being roman.

words: 4.3k

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It started with irritability. More so than usual. Not towards her, per se. Never towards her. Just in general. 

An increase in snippy comments, harsher gazes, and more yelling that traveled from the confines of his office and soon made its way to the sanctuary of their kitchen, often fighting with the music Solana usually had playing. 

And then there was the fatigue. Solana has always thought Roman doesn’t get enough sleep, for a variety of reasons. But, rarely does he lag. Does she visibly see the difficulty he’s having in seizing the day. And for the most part, he does a phenomenal job, making it, pushing through as he kisses her cheek and leaves for the day.

But, she sees it.

And finally, when she’s awoken by a set of hoarse, painful sounding coughs. Solana just knows. Not the specifics, just the general, overall consensus.

That Roman is sick.

Not that he wants to believe or acknowledge that anyway.

Hand to his forehead, she doesn’t need a thermometer to know that he’s burning up.

"What’s your doctor’s name and number?" Solana moves to grab her phone off the bathroom counter, unlocking it and looking up at Roman expectantly. "Well?"

Of course, he only rolls his eyes and slips into a state of avoidance. "Solana, I don’t need—"

"Roman, you’re sick. You’ve been sick the past couple days, and it’s not getting any better." She reaches for his hand, turning it over, feeling on his palm. She then moves her two fingers to his wrist, eyes closing for a good minute. She then places her hand over his heart and asks, "are you having any pain in your chest? Sharp pains? Shortness of breath? I’ve noticed the fatigue and obviously the cough and fever. Any chills?"

"Solana—"

"I’m trying to see if you have any symptoms of pneumonia. Could also be the flu."

"Or, a cold."

"Maybe, but I want to find out for sure." Her expression softens, lips moving downward into a small frown. "The doctor, Ro…….please."

And she’s certain it’s that last 'please', the way her voice dips into a different level of concern that wins him over. That gets him to give her the requested information, Solana arranging it so that his doctor is over at the house in a little under an hour.

Dr. Michaels examination is a matter of minutes before he’s sharing with both patient and patient’s wife. “Yup. It’s definitely the flu.”

Roman looks annoyed, meanwhile Solana is a combination of relieved and worried. She shifts into protective mode, asking, “so antiviral medications, right? Probably Xofluza? Less side effects. Single dose. Unless it counteracts with his high blood pressure medication?”

Solana’s unexpected medical expertise takes both Roman and Dr. Michaels by surprise, the latter cracking a small smile as he asks, genuinely curious, “you in the medical field?”

Her eyes widen a bit. “No. No. I–my mom was, and she taught me a lot, and I just—I’ve read a lot.” More than the average person. Solana would spend hours on end reading medical journals, watching online lectures, finding free online courses on various medical topics.

It also became a bit of a necessity when her father stopped taking her to the hospital, and she had to learn to tend to her own injuries.

But that.....that doesn't really need to be stated.

Shawn chuckles. “You should be.” Roman doesn’t say anything, but he agrees. “You know more than some of my students.” Solana’s cheeks redden as she looks down, clearly unsure of how to take such a compliment as Dr. Michaels returns his focus to Roman. “The Mrs. is right. I’m gonna call you in some medication, Xofluza, as she stated. And again, like she said, it’s a single dose, which means you only have to take it once, which with you, makes it more likely for you to actually follow through with taking it.”

“He’ll take it,” Solana chimes, nodding to both herself and the two men before. “I’ll—I’ll make sure.” 

Again, the doctor looks impressed, smile widening. “I like her, Reigns. Don’t fuck it up.” Roman looks increasingly irritated, as Shawn hits Solana with an unexpected question, “you wouldn’t happen to have a guess as to what dosage I’m prescribing, do ya?”

Solana is obviously taken back for a second but doesn’t skip a beat as she thinks back onto all of her reading and research. “He’s an adult, and because of his weight, the 80mg?”

The doctor makes a sound, shaking his head as he types on his tablet. “Tell you what, you ever decide to enter the field, let me know. I will personally assist you with anything you need.” Solana doesn’t know what to make of that, doesn’t know how to take an actual medical professional, someone who has an abundance of accolades and degrees behind his name speaking so highly of her, someone with only a high school diploma. It’s flattering, to say the least. 

“Thank you.” She clears her throat, shaking her head, getting back to the main issue at hand. “He needs to rest, right? Lots of liquids. Motrin or Tylenol, if he needs it.”

Dr. Michaels closes the cover over the screen of his laptop, directing his comment to Roman. “You’re definitely in great hands, Big Guy.”

The Tribal Chief doesn’t disagree with that. Doesn’t disagree with that at all. 

—------

Roman has always noticed Solana has a caretaker type of personality. That she cares about others and likes to help when and how she can. Truthfully, it’s one of the many things he loves about her. Her heart. She’s the most empathetic person he’s ever met.

But, what’s new for him is being so deeply on the receiving end of that caretaking. He’s experienced it with her patching him up after War Games and the night he attacked her father and brother. Maybe even in the way she stays tops of him with his high blood pressure medication, but never to this extent.

Starting with her actually stipulating shit.

He’s in the room, dressing himself when she walks in having returned from the pharmacy with his medication.

She suddenly stops and asks, "what....what are you doing?"

“Getting ready for work,” he answers it so simply, so easily, like it’s the most basic thing he could ever say. “Just have to—”

“Roman, you can’t go to work.”

He turns to look at her, having just pulled his shirt over his head. With a chuckle, he gently replies, “baby, I have to.”

Solana places the bag on the bed, crossing her arms as she walks over to him. “Ro, you have the flu. Not only is it highly contagious, but you're in no position to work.”

“Sol, I’ve been working through sickness my whole life. I’ll be fine.” He always is. “And if it’s that contagious, I definitely don’t need to be around you. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I don’t care about that.” Her dismissal is quick and sharp. “I care about you and taking care of you until you feel better, which starts with you staying here, so I can watch you." Solana makes a face, something similar to indignation as she shakes her head. “You’re staying here.” 

Roman sighs, loudly. “Baby—”

“No!” She raises her voice, quickly and rapidly saying something in Spanish that he can’t make out but doesn’t necessarily need to to know that she’s not happy. Taking a deep breath, she asks in a calmer manner, “please?”  She steps toward him, grabbing onto his forearm. “I’ll just worry about you all day if you leave…..”

Roman’s gaze is knowing, as he asks, “you know I don’t like you worrying about me.”

She nods, eyes almost mischievous as she confirms, “so you’ll stay?”

He can’t help it. He has to laugh a little. It’s such a different side of her, seeing Solana almost be manipulative, playing upon the fact that she knows he hates when she spends her time worrying about him. “Today.”

“This week,” she counters. 

That’s absolutely not going to happen, but he doesn’t want to argue with her. “Fine.” Solana looks relieved and a part of him feels bad lying to her. He knows she means well, that she only wants to help him, but the truth is that he can’t afford to be out of commission for a whole week.

Or maybe he can, and it’s just his naturally controlling personality that makes him feel like he needs to stay in the loop. Regardless of that fact, he’ll just let her have this for now.

Emphasis on for now. 

Solana nods, clearly pleased with this win. “Here.” She moves to grab the bag of medicine, ripping it open and reaching it to him along with a water bottle. Where the fuck did she even grab that from? “Take your medicine. I’m going to make you some soup.”

Roman scowls at that. “Soup?” He loves Solana’s food. She truly can cook her ass off, and while no soup she’s made has ever been bad, it’s not his favorite thing. “What about—”

She lifts up a hand silencing him, at the same moment a nasty set of coughs leaves his mouth. Stupid fucking flu.  “Only soup for the next few days.”

His eyes widen a bit at that. “Days?” How the fuck is he supposed to live off fucking soup for the next few days? “Solana—”

“Yes, soup.” She pouts, crossing her arms and waiting for him to swallow the pill before she continues, “we need to keep fluids in you, so that means lots of soup, water, and juice.” 

This shit just keeps getting more annoying and stressful, as Roman tries to help her understand his side of things here. “Baby, I’m 6’3, almost 300lbs. I need more than just soup.”

“I’ll make it hearty.” She shrugs, but that doesn’t do him much good, cause she always does. And he always ends up wanting more, both because it’s good but also because he has a massive appetite. “Now take off those clothes and change into something comfortable, but  keep your shirt off.” The last part definitely catches his attention, and Roman has to bite back a chuckle as her cheeks redden. “Not ... .not that.  I picked up some Vicks Vaporub to rub on you.” Again, his eyebrow goes up and again, she gets even redder. “Roman, please. I’m trying to help you.”

“I think I need a different kind of help.” When he goes to grab her and pull her into him, she jumps back, lifting her hands to stop him. 

“Get changed,” she redirects. “ I’ll be back in a couple minutes.”

—------

Solana is a patient person, much more than most, but she’s also human. Compassion and empathy can have limitations. And in a twist she never saw coming, she feels that to a certain extent with her big, strong husband who’s not much different from the kids she reads to when they come in for reading time feeling not the best.

Roman is a horrible patient. He’s stubborn and borderline obstinate, Solana constantly having to remind him that he needs to rest and resting does not including cussing people out over the phone which has happened more often than not in the past three days since he’s been out sick.

Which was a whole other thing. She’s found it practically impossible to convince this man that he can afford to take a couple days off, that the Bloodline will not collapse and cease to exist if Roman Reigns takes a couple days off.

Except that seems to be exactly what he thinks. 

Solana is in the kitchen, whipping up another pot of Caldo de pollo when Dulce comes sauntering in, stretching her short little body, tail wagging.

Placing the lid over the pot, Solana smiles and moves to pet her puppy when a thought crosses her mind. Dulce was in their bedroom sleeping, as was Roman. Dulce typically only gets up at movement. 

Which means…..

Sighing heavily, Solana mumbles to herself, “este hombre.” Walking with purpose, Dulce right on her heel, following with naive excitement as Solana starts with his office. When that’s a dead end, she goes to the only other place he would sneak off to despite her orders for him to stay in bed and rest.

Sure enough, Solana finds him changed into workout shorts, no top, phone in his hand. She snatches a brief second to take him in. Roman doesn’t look bad—she’s not sure he could ever look bad even if he tried—-but he doesn’t look amazing either. It would be obvious to anyone looking at him, the paleness of his complexion, the ruddiness of his cheeks, the cough that’ll probably be the last to go, that he’s sick.

If only he could accept that.

“Man, R! I literally told you 789 Little Street!” Solana recognizes Jey’s exasperated voice on the other end of the call. “How is it every time you mess this up?”

“I thought you said 987 Little Street!” There’s another voice present, one Solana doesn’t recognize. 

“I told you to stop letting his dyslexic ass handle shipments!” Jimmy’s annoyed voice sounds, and Solana watches Roman pinch the bridge of his nose.

“That’s—that’s on me. My—my bad. Imma make it right though!”

“No,” Roman’s baritone voice, even deeper with his sickness, cuts through. “Jey, have Jacob handle it. I don’t have time for these types of fuck ups.”

And at that, giving Roman enough time to issue a clear order, Solana makes her presence known, arms crossed, a scowl on her face.

Roman looks briefly surprised followed by a quiet, “fuck.”

“Roman, you are literally worse than a child. How many times do I have to tell you to rest?” She more or less rants in Spanish, well aware of the fact that he can’t understand her. It’s preferred. She doesn’t like fussing at anyone, let alone him. Marching over, Dulce right beside her, she extends her hand. “Give me your phone.”

He looks at her with disbelief. “What?”

“Aye, Soso, is that you?” Jimmy asks, clearly recognizing her voice. “Look, I know Big Dog sick and shit, but if you cooking, can you leave some food outside or something? I can swing by and pick—” The request is cut off by Roman’s finger jabbing the end button. 

“I just need to get a workout in, Solana.” Roman explains, running his hand through his hair. “It’s been two days. I feel like shit because of it.”

“No, you feel like shit, Roman, because you have the flu and because you refuse to actually rest,” she counters, hand still extended. 

“I can rest when I’m dead,” he deadpans. 

Solana winces, scowl dropping into a frown. “Don’t say things like that.” She steps toward him, dropping her hand and instead placing it on his chest. His skin is warm to her touch, most likely to the fever that still hasn’t broken. “That—that’s why I’m trying to help you. Take care of you.”

Something flashes in his eyes, something akin to compassion. “And I appreciate that, baby. I do, but you’re too worried. You took off work this week, check on me every hour on the hour, cook even more than that—”

“And I’ll keep doing it, because it’s what you need and because I love you, and that’s what you do for the people you love.” She explains, taking full advantage of the way Roman seems briefly distracted and possibly moved by her kind words to snatch his phone away. It shocks the both of them. He’s definitely sick, because there’s no way a non-sick Roman would allow her, even with her speed, to get away with that. “Now come with me in the kitchen. Food’s almost ready.”

Roman goes to protest when Dulce jumps against his leg. One look down, and she’s essentially growling at him. 

He starts to say some smart shit when Solana giggles. “See, she agrees with me. You need to rest.”

“Yeah, because that’s all her biased, lazy ass does.”

“Don’t be mean to her,” Solana scolds and moves to hold his hand, tugging slightly to get him in the right direction. The one opposite all the equipment that will cause him to expend energy he really doesn't have. “It’s almost time for your next Tylenol dosage.”

Roman doesn’t try to stop her from guiding him, but he does groan at her latest statement. “All this damn medicine.”

She shakes her head, Roman easily finding a much better thing to focus on in the sway of her ass in the short, little gray nightgown she has on. It’s mesmerizing and distracting in the best kind of way. 

“It’s only going to help you feel better……” She says more, but again, his attention elsewhere. No workouts. No real food. No sex. This shit is fucking torture. Roman is so caught up in his overall dissatisfaction that he’s briefly taken back when they’re in the kitchen, and he’s sat down at the table while Solana moves over to the stove.

His gaze falls on her, not even her ass. Well, not entirely. Just her as a person. To be fair, he knows he hasn’t been the easiest person to deal with. He never is, really. And while he hasn’t done the best job showing Solana his appreciation, his gratitude is immense.

Years. He’s spent years feeling alone. Following that night, Fetu has only been present since he was 21, but that’s not consistent. He can’t see her as much as he’d like, can’t spend time with her to the extent he would prefer. He’s limited, and that limitation doesn’t do anything to quell loneliness. 

For so long, he’s been on his own, taking care of himself, looking out for himself. It’s such a new experience to have Solana. To know she cares for him as much as she does. For her to love him like she does.

He’s not sure he could ever admit it aloud, but it can be overwhelming. Having someone like her love someone like him.

Undeserving, almost.

“Here ya go,” Solana announces, placing his tray in front of him, consisting of the soup, a spoon, napkins, and his drink. “Let me know if…...what’s wrong?” Before he can answer, she feels his forehead. “No chest pain, right?”

He shakes his head, not quite sure just what is the best thing to say or even how to say it but doing what he can. “I’m not…..I’m not used to anyone taking care of……taking care of me.” It’s usually the other way around, Roman having to handle everything for everyone around him. “I’m sorry for….making things harder on you.” 

And, he is. He knows that he’s a dick. Beyond that at times. But, she’s the one person in his life he never wants to be on the receiving end of that kind of behavior. Especially when all she wants to do is help.

Solana’s smile is soft and gentle as she moves into his lap. That’s another thing he hates. Her being around him so much. He doesn’t want to get her sick, something she seems almost completely uncaring about. 

She strokes his beard. “You don’t have to apologize, Ro.”

“Don’t do that shit.” His tone is firm, but the delivery is patient and truly apologetic. “I’ve been difficult, and you don’t deserve that. You deserve an apology, and you don’t have to dismiss it.”

Because one thing he’s always been and will always be adamant about is helping her know what she does and does not deserve. She’s been done so wrong by so many people in her life. He refuses to let anyone else be added to that list, including himself. 

Solana chuckles, her gaze on him warm and loving. “You might be the only person in my life I don’t think I’d ever want an apology from, Roman.” He doesn’t necessarily agree with that. Not at all. She thinks so damn highly of him. Too highly, maybe. “I love you, and it’s like I’ve said before, I’d do anything for you.” She leans over and kisses his temple, teasing, “even put up with you being a big baby about being sick.”

He scowls a bit at that, unable to hold in his clarification. “I’m not being a baby. I just don’t like being sick.”

At that, Dulce barks, sitting down on the floor in front of them, watching the entire scene unfold.

Solana giggles. “No one does, baby.”  She pouts for a minute before her expression switches to something more serious. “And I can help you get better, but that means you have to listen to me….okay?” He sighs, Solana adding, “even if you don’t necessarily like it.”

“I don’t like any of it.” Roman is many things, and brutally honest is near the top of that list. “Especially the not being able to fuck you part.”

As expected, she starts blushing at his raw admission, but it’s followed up with one of her own too. In her own Solana type of way. “I—I miss that too, but—” she shakes her head as his eyebrow goes up. “—your health comes first.”

It seems like everything comes first when it comes to him for her. Again, he’s torn on that, but another conversation for another day. 

Climbing off his lap, she lightly squeezes his bicep. “Now get to eating.” Roman moves to slap her ass, Solana squealing and shoving his hand away. “Behave, Roman.”

Dulce barks again, Solana directing her to follow her out the back door. “I’ll be right back,” she informs, closing the door as soon as the puppy is outside. 

Roman chuckles to himself, staring at the tray laid out for him so thoughtfully by his wife. His best friend. 

His everything. 

—------

It's a long week and a half, most of which is spent Roman doing his best to follow his wife’s orders but also struggling to not fall into his normal routine. He definitely earns a couple of Spanish scoldings as well as some low growling from her pocket pet, but when all is said and done, Roman comes out on the other end starting to feel more and more like himself.

Enough to where he’s ready to actually see beyond the inside of his home. 

A necessity, as he was most definitely teetering on the verge of going stir crazy. 

Roman is prepared to head out the door in a little under twenty minutes, already having a line of meetings awaiting him, all coordinated by his Wise Man.  

But, he has to do something first.

She’s in the kitchen, washing up some dishes, humming to herself when he comes up behind her. 

Solana jumps a little, a small smile falling on her face that morphs into confusion when he lowers his hands in front of her. He hears her gasp as he places the diamond necklace on her neck, moving her hair to the side to clasp the hook. “Roman…..” She reaches for a towel, drying her hands and looking down, fingers carefully grasping at the nearly 100k gift. “This is beautiful. You didn’t have to—”

“Of course, I did,” he dismisses, moving his hands around her waist, kissing the side of her neck. “You took care of me all last week, and you didn’t have to. I appreciate that. I appreciate you.” He watches her continue to admire just a small token of his gratitude for her and everything she does for him. “And you know, Michaels was right. You’re smart as hell, Solana. You ever thought of trying to go to school?”

At that, she turns to him, eyes set with slight confusion. “M–me?”

Roman chuckles, gently squeezing her cheek. “Yes, you, baby.”  He continues, seeing she could use a bit of affirmation and encouragement. “The fact that you know and have self taught yourself so many things, even without a college degree just shows how smart you are. How good you’d be at that, whether nursing, a doctor—”

“A doctor?” She interrupts in a small voice, Roman enjoying the smile that’s gradually growing. “Do you really……” And there it goes, he can see it, the insecurity sweeping in as she shakes her head. “Roman, I’m almost 30. I’m too old for that now. I–I missed my oppurt—”

“Hey.” He cuts her off, firm but still patient. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to do, Solana.”  He gently palms her face, making sure she understands he’s fully behind her. No matter what. “You want to go back to school? I’ll make it happen. You have my support in whatever you want, baby.” She’s visibly moved by this, and he’s grateful to at least see that spark return. “Just think about it……okay?”

She nods, agreeing in a quiet voice. “Okay.” Roman kisses her forehead, moving to step away when he catches the change in her expression. As she briefly covers her mouth. Like she's about to throw up.“What’s wrong?” 

Solana looks up and shakes her head, explaining with a shrug after a few seconds of clearly gathering herself, “I've just been kind of tired the past few days. Nauseous too.” 

At that, Roman tenses and curses. “Fuck, did I get you sick?” He knew that shit would happen. She was around him too much. Interactions and touches exceeding what was appropriate. “I’ll stay—”

“No,”  she cuts him off, turning to face him as she places her hand on his chest. “I don’t think it’s that. I’ve—I’ve had the flu before. This feels different.” That doesn’t help him feel much better either, but she seems determined. “I’ll be fine. If I still don’t feel good at work, I’ll just come back home.”  She shrugs guessing, “probably just a stomach bug or something.”

He’d rather her not leave at all, but a part of him also wants to see her out of the house as well. A change in environment. “Okay, but if you come home early, let me know, alright?” Cause there’s no way in hell he’s going to let her be sick all by herself. Not when she spent a week and a half off work tending to him. 

“Okay,” she agrees, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I love you.” 

Roman doesn’t stiffen at the words, doesn’t feel torn or conflicted, just an intense amount of reciprocity.

“I love you too, baby.”

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Honeymoon Suite

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!vigilante!reader

Summary: Batman sends you and Dick undercover as newlyweds. At the end of the mission, neither of you want things to change.

Warnings: fluff, possible OOC, brief mentions of insecurity, reader wears a bikini once

Word Count: 2.6k+ words

A/N: Reader is a vigilante but there's no fight scenes or anything, it's more just gathering data for Bruce! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think or if you have any DC requests! :)

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This isn't necessarily Titans!Dick, I just like this gif!

“Since when do you investigate recently paroled convicts?” you ask, looking out over Metropolis. “This seems like more of Clark’s thing. Literally, journalist Clark could do this far easier.”

Bruce sighs, and you smile. You can exhaust him from miles away.

“Because he started in Gotham, and I want to make sure he doesn’t come back,” Bruce answers.

“And I’m still in sunny Superman-city, why? Our boy bought a plane ticket three hours ago.”

“Until he goes to the airport, I want your eyes on him.”

“And then what? He disappears, free to con people who don’t have a Batman?”

“You do it on purpose,” Bruce accuses. “If you’re done asking questions, I’ve got news.”

“Also Clark’s thing,” you quip.

“Never mind. You can stay in Metropolis.”

“You love me, Bats. I’ll stop; tell me.”

“Against our better judgment, we all do.”

You smile, remembering the first night you put on a mask and took to the streets of Gotham. One of your best friends had been permanently altered by Scarecrow toxin, and you were done being scared in your own home. The same week, before you really grasped just how dangerous what you were doing could be, you ran into Robin. Batman wasn’t with him, but you soon met him, too. Robin was your age, reckless, and had a heart-stopping smile, so when he asked you to stay with him, you agreed. Batman reluctantly agreed, likely more interested in getting you off the streets than anything. After a few months, Dick trusted you enough to remove his domino mask, and Bruce sighed as he followed suit. Your relationship with Dick, both in and out of the Robin suit, made you part of two families: The Waynes and the Bats and Birds of Gotham. Every new addition to the family and the team pushed you and Dick closer, and you know what your feelings toward him are, but you have to remind yourself daily that losing him isn’t worth getting it off your chest.

“Still there?” Batman asks.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m here,” you answer quickly, standing as you watch the sun go down.

“There’s going to be a slight detour on your way back.”

“Just tell me it’s somewhere warmer than Gotham,” you joke.

“Much. Nightwing – Dick – will meet you at the airport.”

You want to laugh at the strain in his voice as he says Dick’s name, but your attention catches on another word.

“Airport?”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Welcome to paradise, babe,” Dick greets, pulling you into a warm hug as you walk through the airport doors.

“Thanks,” you murmur, closing your eyes and letting him envelop you completely.

He keeps an arm over your shoulders, leading you to an expensive rental car. After tossing your small bag in the back, he holds your hand over the console, looking into your eyes and smiling.

“I have a question,” he begins. You nod, and Dick’s smile grows. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes widen as you tell yourself that it’s for the mission.

“A thousand times yes,” you answer, watching Dick slide the ring onto your left ring finger.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Your hand remains in Dick’s as he begins driving, your dream life with him coming to life around you.

“I checked in when I got here this morning. The honeymoon suite is nice,” Dick says distractedly.

“Honeymoon suite?” you repeat.

Dick hums, and you lower your gaze from his profile to the ring on your finger. It’s going to be a long few days.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Your suitcase is in the closet,” Dick says, leading you into the small cottage with a hand on your back. He sees your confused look and laughs. “I packed a few things for you, I didn’t think you’d have beachwear with you in Metropolis.”

“Thank you.”

Dick lays back on the bed, propping his head up on his hands as he watches you open the closet.

“There’s a white bikini in there that I’m pretty proud of. I think it’s a better choice than you would have made.”

You roll your eyes before looking at the beachy pastels, sundresses, and swimsuits filling the bag. Dick chose things you have always wanted to wear but never felt good enough to buy for yourself. Losing your focus, you finger through the different fabrics, jumping slightly when Dick’s arms wrap around your waist.

“We have dinner reservations tonight, so pick a good one,” he whispers.

“Looks like they’re all good ones.”

“I have excellent taste,” Dick replies with an absent-minded tap to your wedding ring.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Good evening,” Dick greets the couple sharing a table with you. He pulls your seat out, keeping his hand in yours as he sits beside you.

“My, you two are just the most handsome couple I’ve ever seen,” the woman exclaims, leaning toward you. “You picked a fine one, didn’t you, dear?”

You glance over at Dick and smile. “I sure did.”

Dick’s thumb runs over your knuckles, and you let yourself go in the act. Losing yourself, you adopt this character of being a wife to the man you’ve loved for years.

As you eat and talk to the other couples celebrating engagements, weddings, and anniversaries, you lean against Dick’s side, playing with his fingers. After one particularly romantic comment about your eyes, you raise Dick’s hand to your lips, kissing the knuckle below his ring. He turns toward you with a big smile, pecking your forehead before pulling you closer. You could get used to this, which is incompatible with an undercover mission.

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The proximity is killing you. Dick is so close that you could touch him, and you do, but you try to show some restraint. You set boundaries long ago, including one stating that you would never kiss one another purely for Batman’s never-ending mission. Your firm position on that boundary wavers more with each moment. This island is doing something to you, and you’re terrified that it will ruin your relationship with Dick.

Every time Dick smiles at you or takes your hand, running his finger over the fake ring on your hand, it’s like a glimpse straight out of your dream life. Right now, reclined on the beach in a bikini of Dick’s choosing, though, the dream falls apart.

“Dick,” you whisper, tapping your shoulder against his chest.

He pulls his hand away from your hair, a flower you didn’t see him pick braided into a small section of your hair.

“There’s our guy,” you mumble after he hums, pointing with your chin.

“He coming toward us?” Dick asks, running a sandy hand over your arm.

“Not right now. If he’s looking for the same kind of victim as in Gotham, we’re going to have to set a trap.”

“How?”

You turn toward him, frowning as you answer, “Get in a fight and let me storm off.”

Dick’s eyes drop away from yours before nodding. “Not yet,” he mumbles. “It has to look real.”

“Dinner?” you ask, brushing his hair back.

His eyes flutter closed as he nods, aware that the social setting will make enough of a scene. That doesn’t mean Dick wants to do it, though, nor is he sure about using you as bait.

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“Do I look okay? This fits weird,” you complain, tugging the white sundress down on the sides.

Dick appears behind you, holding your wrists still as he meets your eyes in the mirror. He pulls your back to his chest, looping his arms over your waist.

“You look beautiful – you are beautiful,” Dick whispers. “So beautiful that I don’t know if I can yell at you.”

“We can change the plan. Pretend like we’ve been arguing all afternoon in private, and I can just choose a moment to storm off,” you offer.

“I don’t want to fight with you at all,” Dick amends.

“Hey.” You turn in his arms, looping yours over his shoulders. “This isn’t real, okay? I will never treat you like this.”

Dick nods, dropping his head to press his forehead against yours.

“Promise?”

You nod, dragging a finger along Dick’s jaw. “I promise.”

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“Yeah,” you mumble, fiddling with the napkin in your lap. “I got it earlier.”

Dick made a passing comment about working with others, glancing toward you at the end, and you took the opportunity to start a fight. The target, Bruce’s con man, is several tables away, but his eyes are on you. Dick’s eyes drop, and you desperately want to cup his chin and apologize.

“Working with women can be hard though,” someone says, continuing the conversation.

“It certainly can,” Dick agrees.

You stand up, silently tossing your napkin onto the table before you walk out. Navigating through the crowded tables, you take a deep breath when you exit and hear footsteps behind you.

“’Scuse me?” he asks.

You slow before you stop, turning toward him and wiping an imaginary tear.

“I’m sorry, I overheard and just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I’m a marriage counselor and I wouldn’t feel right about leaving you here upset.”

“I’m fine, or I will be,” you answer, slightly impressed with how easily he slipped into the lie. “It’s just frustrating to be married, and I wasn’t expecting it to be so different.”

“Marriage counseling is a great option even for newly-weds. I actually have a pay by the appointment service here on the island, if you’re interested.”

“Oh, really? That- actually, yeah, that sounds amazing. What do I need to do?”

“$1,000 cash, up front, and then you can come by anytime.”

“Soliciting for a false business is illegal,” a resort security guard says as he approaches. “I’m going to need to take you to the office for questioning.”

“Really, me? Because her husband looks a lot like the Wayne kid from Gotham, not Gray Todd or whatever he said his name was,” the conman argues. “What about impersonation?”

Dick walks outside just as the security guard looks toward you.

“What’s going on out here?” Dick asks, laying his hand against the small of your back. “Are you okay?” he adds quietly.

You nod and press back against him gently. “This guy was trying to steal our money, apparently.”

“Someone called in a tip that he’s been posing as a marriage counselor,” the security guard fills in. “Though, do you folks have ID?”

Dick removes his fake ID from his wallet, and you’re surprised when he hands one over for you too.

“Your last names aren’t the same, are these up to date?”

“I haven’t gotten my updated license yet,” you answer. “We haven’t been married long.”

“Ask them questions separately and they won’t be able to answer. They’re the con artists, not me!” the conman cries.

“Maybe I should take you two in for questioning too.”

“On what grounds?” Dick asks with an incredulous chuckle. “What would I need to do to convince you we’re married? This is ridiculous!”

You glance over, and a crowd is gathering at the door, so you tap Dick’s side to alert him. He takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“I’d like to speak to your manager in the morning, but for now, are we free to go?”

The security guard also sees the crowd and hesitates before nodding. Dick leads you away and back toward the cottage but pulls you to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“Are you okay?” you ask, looking over his face.

“People are still watching us and we need to keep this up or they won’t believe us,” Dick whispers.

“We’re leaving tomorrow. Does it matter?”

“If they think we’re not really married, they can’t prove anything about our guy. Then we just look like we lied to get a nicer cottage.”

You nod and ask, “So what do we do to prove it?”

Your arms are around Dick, you’re as close as physically possible, so you’re not sure what else you can do to look like you’re in love. Especially considering you are in love with him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers before raising his hand to the back of your neck and kissing you.

He picks you up, a strong arm under your hips as he carries you up the stairs. You grip his shirt at the collar, returning the kiss but refusing to deepen it. As Dick unlocks the door, you drop your head to his shoulder and glance at the dissipating crowd, only a few people left who don’t mind imposing on a private moment.

Once you’re inside and Dick sets you down, he steps back.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know it was the one rule, but I didn’t know what else to do,” he rambles, carding his fingers through his hair. “Sorry.”

You hold a hand up to stop his pacing and shrug. “We had to. It’s fine.”

Dick nods, another whispered apology rolling off his tongue before he offers to let you use the bathroom first. When he steps back, that proximity you thought would break you is taken away, and you realize that is was holding you together all along.

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When you walk out of the bathroom, Dick is staring out the window. The dark beach holds his attention until he stands wordlessly. Then, when Dick returns from the shower, he doesn’t speak to you. Opening your mouth, you want to ask him something, say anything, but he sits at the far side of the king-sized bed and makes himself comfortable with his back to you.

The last few nights, you started on opposite sides of the bed but woke up with Dick’s arm over your waist and both of you in the middle. Those moments are being ripped away from you, though, and you’re not sure why. If it’s the kiss, you told him it was fine. Dick is usually the one ready and willing to talk about this kind of stuff, but he is shutting you out.

Hating the distance and craving his closeness, you whisper, “Are you mad at me?”

The answer is barely audible, a sigh of, “Of course not.”

You breathe a small sigh of relief, moving your hand to the middle of the bed like an olive branch. “Then what happened? I’m really not mad about the kiss, Dick.”

Dick rolls over, his eyes bright in the minimal light of the cottage as he takes your hand (again). “I don’t want this to end,” he confesses.

After contemplating what this could mean, you whisper, “It doesn’t have to.”

Dick sits up, pulling you in, slow and methodical as he kisses you this time. As he pulls you into his lap, you enjoy knowing that there’s no rush or fear or lies behind this, just you, Dick, and the love between you.

“Maybe we should get married,” he mumbles against your lips. “Bruce will pay for a few more days.”

You pull back with a breathless laugh. “And listen to your brothers after they find out you eloped? No thanks.”

“So, you won’t marry me?” Dick asks, looking up at you perched on his legs.

“I’ll marry you as many times as you want, Dick Grayson.”

“Different honeymoon suite each time?” Dick jokes.

You duck your head against his chest as he laughs, gladly letting him hold you close for one more quiet, slow night before you return to Gotham.

“We need to pack, our flight is at 10,” you remind him.

“Don’t forget the white one,” he says against your cheek, leaving kisses along your face.

You are returning to Gotham with something far better than a new bikini or souvenir: Dick Grayson’s love running through your veins and your heart safely in his hold.

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Bonus:

"It worked, Alfred."

"Excellent news, Master Bruce. Perhaps you could be the next to go on a trip and come back with a woman in your life."

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Idk if you're still taking requests, but I have one if you do have some time 🥺🥺

I went to see my family after a while, and it was awful. There was no kind words and I had successfully avoided them until they caught me as I was leaving. My only saving grace was my adorable 4 year old niece. On the flight back, it took everything in me to not bawl my eyes out and just pretend to be occupied. But when I came home I just cried myself to sleep. I really just wanted someone there to tell me that I'm worth it and not just a burden. It's tiring to pretend I'm okay and not lonely with no one in my corner.

If this isn't too heavy for you, totally understand if it is. Could you do Steve and Bucky just being there for the reader. Maybe they heard the end of the convo with her family and waited until they got home to comfort her.

Thank you, and please feel free to ignore if this is too much, I can understand ❤️❤️

Not A Burden » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Female Reader x Best Friend!Steve Rogers

Summary: Bucky and Steve comfort you after visiting your family.

Warnings: Fluff, language, crying, cuddling, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also I had my fair share of awfulness with my family over the years. Just know it gets better, but it takes time🩷

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found these on Pinterest.

Bucky and Steve knew something was wrong when they heard the tone of your voice when you were talking to your family. They went with you to visit your family for the day. You thought it would be easier knowing that they’re with you. It was, but your family didn’t make it any easier. You tried your best to keep quiet and not start a fight, but your family constantly started fights and arguments when you didn’t want to do that. Bucky and Steve caught the end of the conversation with you and your family before leaving.

“I don’t know why I even came here if I’m just going to get blamed for something I didn’t even do!” You shouted.

They heard the crack in your voice. You stormed past Steve and Bucky, making your way to the car. They watched as you got in the car and slammed the car door. They took that as a sign that you wanted to go home. They said a quick goodbye to your family and left. You were really quiet on the car ride home. Normally you point out the scenery, but this time you didn’t. You just put your headphones in your ears and listened to music on your phone the whole ride home. Bucky and Steve occasionally glanced back at you to make sure you were ok. They knew you weren’t. They brainstormed ways of how to make you feel better when you guys got home.when you guys got home, you immediately went to your bedroom and slammed your bedroom door, making it echo throughout the apartment. They went to your room and knocked on your bedroom door.

“I’m fine!” You say through tears.

Steve and Bucky sighed before opening the door and walked in your room to see you crying in your pillow. Their hearts broke when they seen you like this. They sat down on either side of you and rubbed your back to calm you down. They decided to get you talking when your cries decreased a little bit.

“Do you want to tell us what you and your family were arguing about before we left?” Steve asks softly.

You sat up and faced them, your eyes red and puffy from crying and your cheeks wet with tears.

“It’s always the same argument with my family.” You start. “I’ve always been the family member they didn’t love cause my mom had me at a young age and my dad didn’t stick around to help raise me.” You tell them.

“That shouldn’t be your fault.” Bucky says.

“Try saying that to them.” You sighed. “Everything is my fault to them. They blame me for the stupidest things.” You say.

“Anything they said isn’t true.” Steve says.

“They don’t know how amazing you are.” Bucky says.

“They don’t think so.” You looked down and picked at your nails. “Apparently to them, I’m worthless and a burden.” You say, tears brimming in your eyes again.

You looked up when Steve and Bucky gently grabbed your hands. They watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Bucky reached his right hand up to your cheek, gently caressing it and wiped your tears away.

“Never say that about yourself, sweetheart.” Steve says softly.

“You’re definitely not a burden. You’re worth it in so many ways.” Bucky adds.

“Thanks, but you guys are only saying that because you’re my best friends.” You say and sniffled.

“We mean it, doll.” Bucky says.

They’re right and you know it. A smile slowly formed on your face. They always know what to say when you’re upset. You sat up on your knees and hugged them.

“You guys really know how to make a girl feel special.” You say.

“It’s our job to make you feel special.” Steve says.

You kissed their cheeks and sat back down. Then your phone dinged. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, smiling when you seen a text from your 4 year old niece who most likely stole her mom’s phone to text you. Your smile got wider when you opened the text and seen a cute picture of her.

“Who is it?” Bucky asks.

“My niece stole my sister’s phone to send me a cute picture of herself.” You say, showing them the picture.

Bucky and Steve looked at the picture and smiled.

“It’s nice to know that your niece brings out your happiness.” Bucky says.

“So do you guys.” You smiled. “I love you guys so much.” You say.

“We love you too.” They say in unison and kissed your cheeks.

🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Idol!Seo Changbin x F!Reader TW : small car accident ; Changbin is momentarily insensitive ; angsty ; but also fluffy at the end ; Word Count : 3.2k Request : @kurolils : i'm not gonna be so specific, my delulu a*s has just been craving angst so much with changbin (my bias) or with lee know (tbh, your lee know imagine kinda calmed that craving), so you can just choose the plot, be free, just please with some fluff... cuz my fragile heart can't take too much 🥺. A/N : I FINALLY GOT TO THE REQUEST! I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT IT, I'VE JUST BEEN FRAZZLED!! YOU SENT IT IN ABOUT 3 MONTHS AGO AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!! Also, the I found the gif on this blog!!

“You’re gonna be there, right? You’re coming?” Changbin asked as he grabbed his keys off the hook, his eyes wide and his bottom lip already slightly jutting out as he looked at you. It was the same thing every time he had a comeback show, and you gave him the same answer every time he asked the question. 

“I’m gonna be there, Binnie.” You reassured him, leaning against with your arms crossed in front of your chest. He was so cute when he was like this, and truth be told, it felt nice to know that he wanted you there, he always wanted you there. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything, plus, when was the last time I’ve missed one of your comeback shows? Hmm?” 

He hummed softly as he thought for a moment, and then, as if a lightbulb went off above his head, his finger began waving in your direction. “The second comeback show during Maxident. You had that really bad stomach bug and you couldn’t even get out of bed.” Your mouth fell open to protest, but he chuckled softly as his arms wrapped around you. “I know it doesn’t count. I was just answering your question.” 

You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see it considering your face was buried in his chest. “Well I’m not sick now, and I’m going to be there. You have to get there first though, gotta get all pretty for Stay.” His arms were like constrictors, keeping you close and holding you tighter when you tried to pull away from him. “Binnie~~” You playfully whined and you lightly pushed back against him. “You’re gonna be late. You need to go now… I’ll see you soon.” You tilted your head back to kiss him, smiling against his lips when they were against yours. “I love you, now go… Go, go, go.” 

Not many people knew about yours and Changbins relationship, aside from the guys and a few of the staff members that would let you in the back doors for concerts and shows like this, but other than that, your relationship was completely off the grid. It’s not that you both wanted to keep your relationship hidden forever, it’s just that with the group at the peak of their fame, you didn’t want a dating scandal to ruin what they worked so hard to achieve. 

That’s why you’d leave the house two hours after him, just to make sure that anyone who might’ve been watching him would have left already too. You had even gotten your own fake staff card, just so that if anyone were to ever ask, you could say that you worked with them, that you were Changbins personal staff. You couldn’t be more thankful for the ones that did know, they were doing their best to make it easier for you and Bin to be together and you appreciated it more than anything. 

“Is she here yet?” Changbin asked from his chair as the makeup artist finished up what she had to do. It was clear that he was getting agitated, there was only 15 minutes left before he had to go on stage and you had never been this late before. You hadn’t even responded to his texts, you weren’t responding to the other guys either. It wasn’t like you to be like that, and the only thing he could even think to have happened was that you fell asleep. You must’ve laid down at some point and that’s why you weren’t there or responding. 

That thought failed to make him feel better though. How could you just fall asleep knowing that he needed you there? Did you even care about how this makes him feel? How was he supposed to perform without you there? Why would you say you’d be there and then just… not show up? He was pissed. “Changbin, it’s time for you to go out… What do you want us to do if she shows up while you’re performing though?” 

Changbin sighed, going to the door to take one last look, just to see if you had come or not… Of course, you weren’t there. Was he not important to you anymore? Do you not care that he needs you, that he can’t perform his best when you’re not in the crowd? “Tell her to go back home.” He huffed, turning away, trying his best to look like your absence wasn’t literally destroying him. 

The other guys could see it though, they could feel it radiating off of him. His anger, his disappointment, his sadness. His moves weren’t as powerful, his voice wasn’t as loud as usual. The performance in general was weak, and everyone could tell that he was antsy to run off the stage once the performance was over. 

“Look, Changbin… She makes it to literally all of your other performances… There’s gotta be a legitimate reason she didn’t make it to this one.” Jisung tried to calm Changbin down as he followed behind him to go backstage. “She wouldn’t just not show up for no reason.” 

“She was fine when I left today. She wasn’t sick like that last time.” Changbin explained, dropping down into his chair in front of the mirror and ripping the makeup removing wipes from the bag. “If she didn’t want to come she should have just told me.” He roughly rubbed the wipes over his face, leaving his skin red and slightly blotchy when he was done. “I was shit out there… I was so upset! What is STAY gonna think? What is everyone gonna think?!” 

“Calm down, man.” Jisung tried once again, patting Changbins shoulder as he sat in the chair beside him. “You weren’t shit, I couldn’t even tell that you were upset. You’re worrying too much.” He grabbed the water bottle off the table and handed it to Changbin, motioning for it to drink it. “Just take a deep breath, I’m sure there’s a good reason.” 

“She hasn’t even tried to-“ His phone started vibrating on the table, the number unknown, and he was hesitant to answer it but with Jisungs urging, he answered just before it stopped ringing. “Who’s this?” He asked, his agitation ringing through in his tone, but he heard the heavy sigh from the other end and he knew it was you. “A lot of nerve you have to call after the performance is already over. If you weren’t going to come you should have told me before I left.” 

“You’re just gonna jump to conclusions before I even tell you what happened?” He scoffed loudly at your question, and out of the corner of his eyes he could see Jisung shaking his head. “Do you not even care what happened?” 

“Do you not care about me?” He retorted, jumping up from his chair, his irritation fueling him to pace back and forth across the room. “I waited for you to show up until the last minute! You didn’t call me! You didn’t text me! Do you know how I felt?!” He practically shouted into the phone, unaware that everyone in the room was now watching him, wincing at not only the loudness, but also the lack of concern for whatever it was that you could have been saying. 

“There was an accident…” You whispered, and he could barely hear your words over his heavy breaths. “I couldn’t get there… I was trying to…” You continued, and although you couldn’t see it, he rolled his eyes, throwing his one hand up in frustration before running it through his hair. 

“If you loved me enough you would have found a way around the accident to get here, to be here for me.” Now that his back was turned to the wall and he was facing the rest of the guys, he could see the mortified looks on their faces. None of them were used to him being this big of a jerk, and while he wasn’t looking at himself that way, clearly they were. Not that he cared, he was pissed. To him, it was simple enough, just go around the accident, find a different route. He would have done it for you if you wanted him to be somewhere for him. 

“Well I’m so sorry that I couldn’t go around the accident considering I was in it, Changbin.” You shouted back, and then the call was ended. Changbin froze in his spot, his phone still at his ear as he stared at the guys who looked just as shocked as he did even though they didn’t even hear what you had said. He immediately tried to call you back, but it kept going to the hospital line and he didn’t know your room number so he didn’t even know how to get a hold of you. 

“Someone… Someone look on the news or something… About a car accident, a car accident…” He stammered, unable to get his hands to stop shaking long enough to do the search himself. Once the accident was brought up, everyone started panicking, and all the guys in the room, including the staff members who were all scrolling through their phones at once. Sharp gasps and whispered curses filled the room as they apparently all came across the headline story, and Changbin went to Jeongin who happened to be the closest, yanking the youngest boys phone from his hand to read the news. 

A small fender bender had turned into a massive pileup on the highway, and while there was no set number for how many people had been injured or worse, judging by the amount of cars in the overhead picture at the top of the article, he was sure that it would be a lot. You were lucky to have made it out, to have been able to call him as quickly as you did considering how recent the accident had happened. He was lucky that you weren’t severely injured or worse. 

“I need to get… I need to get to the hospital…” The words rolled out of Changbins mouth, although he wasn’t as loud now, and he was tripping over every syllable. His hands were still shaking and now his entire body seemed to tremble as well. There was no way that he’d be able to drive himself there, and there was no way any of the guys would allow him to be on the road in that state, especially considering the news story that had him wanting to rush to the hospital in the first place was about an accident. 

Bangchan stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket and then walking over to Changbin, taking Jeongins phone out of his hand and handing it back to the maknae before ushering Changbin out of the room. “I’ll take you there, you need to calm down first though.” He was trying his best to calm him down, squeezing his shoulder and rubbing his back, but nothing seemed to be working. “Look, you know she’s alright. She called you. If there was anything seriously wrong, you wouldn’t have even gotten a phone call.” 

And while the words were meant to be a means of reassuring him, Changbin could only shiver at the thought of something worse happening to you. What if something worse had happened? “I was so mad…” He mumbled, running his hands through his hair. “I yelled at her… I didn’t even listen… I’m the worst boyfriend in the world…” He was already worked up, but the more he spoke, the shakier his voice got, and it almost sounded like the words got stuck in his throat at one point as he started to sob. “What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if… If she kicks me out of the room? What if she sends me home?” 

“Then you go home and you give her space…” Bangchan said, clearly not giving Changbin the answer that he had wanted. His head whipped so fast to look at the leader, his eyes wide, questioning whether that was something that he should really do. “Look… I know that you don’t want to go home… But you did kind of yell at her and you probably made her feel like shit, and you didn’t even listen to her… She was in a car accident and you… You were selfish.” 

Shit. He was selfish… You probably didn’t want to be around him at all. Should he even go to the hospital at all? No… That question was stupid, even if you didn’t want to see him, he had to see you at least once to make sure you were okay. He climbed into the passenger seat of Chans car and slumped down as he put on his seatbelt. “What if she breaks up with me, hyung?” Changbin mumbled, his hands vigorously rubbing over his face as his tears fell slowly. “I can’t… I can’t perform without her… I can’t do anything without her.” 

Chan sighed as he started up the car, driving slowly down the highway that was backed up still from the accident. He tried not to look at it, but Changbin had leaned forward to look around Chan as he drove by, his eyes widening when he saw the damage that was done, and then a small gasp mingled with a sob escaped him when he saw your car in the pileup. “She’s okay, Bin. You’ve talked to her…” 

But Changbin shook his head, his breaths shallow and quick as his head fell forward. “I yelled at her… Do you see what she went through… And I yelled at her… I’m awful. I don’t deserve her…” He muttered, curling up into himself and resting his forehead against his knees. “How could I… I just assumed… Which isn’t right… I trust her… She said she’d be there and…” 

He was beginning to ramble, his words barely even making sense, he was panicking both inwardly and outwardly and Chan was becoming increasingly worried about his friend. “Take a deep breath. Everything is going to be fine. I’m not gonna say it will be right now, but… She’s not going to be mad forever.” And Changbin knew that Chans honesty was, although disheartening, what he needed to hear. He didn’t want to walk into the hospital with the hope that everything would be 100% fine, it would only crush him more if you were to kick him out. He needed to he ready for anything. 

Honestly, you weren’t sure why the hospital was still keeping you there. You were fine, well, as fine as you could be, but you knew that it could be worse. You were one of the lucky ones, and all you wanted to do was go home and curl up next to Changbin because, even though he was an ass, he was your safe spot, and you wanted nothing more than to feel safe after what you had just gone through. 

The knock at the door had you sitting up, expecting Changbin to come in when you told him to, but instead the doctor peaked around the door with a smile before coming in fully. “How are you feeling?” He asked, and the question made you roll your eyes as your head continued to throb. “I know, it’s not the best situation but… It could have been worse. You’re lucky.” And you were, you knew that you were. 

“Right… Thank you.” You mumbled, leaning back in the bed and looking up at the tv that was turned to the news station, the helicopter cameras giving an aerial shot of just how bad the accident had been. “How long do I have to be here?” You tried to sound like it wasn’t annoying to feel stuck there, but the doctor could clearly see that you were more than ready to go home. 

“You hit your head quite hard, we just want to keep you overnight to make sure you don’t have any sort of concussion.” You sighed heavily, sinking further down into the bed and pulling the blanket up around you. “The nurse will be around in a little bit to check your gauze and change it. Try to get some rest or relax.” He patted the end of your bed, offering you a sympathetic smile before leaving you alone once again. 

You didn’t have anything. Your phone and your purse had been left in the car when you were taken to the hospital, you were hoping that it would be retrieved and given back to you at some point, but it didn’t seem like that point would be any time soon. Another knock had you groaning loudly, expecting the nurse now as you mumbled out a “Come in…” just loud enough for the nurse to hear. 

“My baby!” Changbin practically screamed as he rushed through the door, running straight to your bed and cupping your face in his hands. “I’m so sorry! Where does it hurt!? Are you in pain?! I’m so glad you’re alright!” He took a moment to look you over, noticing the way the gauze around your head was stained slightly red. “My beautiful girl… You must have been so scared… Are you okay?” 

His voice softened and you felt the sudden urge to cry as you looked at him. You didn’t care that he had been an asshole on the phone, all you had wanted was for him to be there, and here he was. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, breathing in his scent and letting out the breath in a shaky sob. “It was awful… All I wanted was you… I kept asking for you, for them to get you… I needed you…” You whispered against his shirt, gripping onto it tightly. 

You heard him sniffle softly beside your ear before his lips pressed quick kisses across your face. “I’m here… I’m so sorry… I know you’re probably mad at me… But I don’t want to leave you until I know you’re better.” He whispered through a shaky breath, and when he pulled back your eyes were more sad than before as you stared at him. “You’re gonna leave me?” You questioned, your eyes quickly dropping down to your hands that were worriedly picking at the fabric of the hospital blanket. “I’m… I’m not mad. I know that you wanted me there… And I would have called you to let you know what happened as soon as I got here, but my phone and my purse are still in the car…” 

A quiet gasp escaped his pursed lips before he gently tilted your head up, pressing a kiss to your lips and then your nose and then giving you a small smile. “I’m not leaving you… I’m gonna stay right here…” He pointed to the floor beside your bed and then grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “We’re gonna go home together, and then I’m gonna take care of you until you feel 100% better. Then… I don’t care what anyone says, when I do shows, you’re coming with me. One scare is enough for a lifetime… and I want to spend my lifetime with you. I’m never leaving you alone again.” 

[shawnxstyles]

prank? more like spank

DATE: JANUARY 28, 2023

summary: after a day out with your friends, they convince you to prank your boyfriend tom that you got a vaginal piercing. once you break the news, he has to see for himself.

request: yess

words: 3.6k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [pussy spanking, clit play/edging, masochism, slight nipple play], dirty talk, aftercare) language, and fluff.

note: THIS TITLE IS SO FUNNY PLEASE. the gif is so random too 😭 sorry i’ve been so inactive, i’m so busy!! tom masterlist

soft dom!tom

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“What if I just got a tattoo?” You ask spontaneously as you approach the tattoo and piercing shop. You and your friends were wandering around town, having a much-needed girl day. The two girls stare at you for a moment before giggling hysterically.

“You hate pain and plus, Tom would freak!” Alina laughs harder at your ridiculousness. She had a few simple tattoos herself; small ones on her hands and elegant drawings on her arms. Her black hair was long and sleek, always looking on-point. Even though her tattoos fit her beautifully, it didn’t convince you to get one. You could never get a tattoo, even if you were paid.

“What about a piercing?” You suggest. You have had your lobes pierced since you were young, but you’ve never desired anything else. Nose and lip rings were trendy when you were in high school, but you never understood why anyone would ever put metal inside of their face, let alone the more sensitive parts of their body.

“Again, your pain tolerance is very low,” Alina says, swinging her small bag of leftover food from lunch. “Did you know people pierce their vaginas?”

“Of course. I’ve considered it,” Reyna nonchalantly inserts. You and Alina gawk at her, dumbstruck because she’s never mentioned anything like that before. One thing about Reyna was that she always surprised you; there was always something you didn’t know. One day, she said she was getting a tattoo, so she did. Another, she said she was going to Venice, so she did. In a way, she was very good at keeping her word, which made her a great friend.

Her body was littered in tattoos from top to bottom. Her drawings were thick, dark, and colorful along her naturally tan skin. Her ears were engulfed in pieces of jewelry, while her nose held a septum and two opposing studs. How did she breathe? Her red-dyed hair was frizzy and wavy and shaped her face just right. Her eyes were a hazel, but could easily pass for a shade of green.

“What does it even pierce? Where does the jewelry go?” You ask, trying to imagine how painful it would be on a scale.

“Your clitorus,” Reyna answers, sipping from her straw casually.

“That’s like the most sensitive part!” Your face screams in horror. Why would anyone ever do that to themselves? You feel your legs clench in protection like you can feel the blinding pain just picturing it.

Unfathomable out of ten you decide on when thinking back to the scale.

“I don’t think you could pay me to get that done. Even if I could have it removed,” Alina shakes her head in disapproval.

“When I told Riker I was thinking about it, he was freaking the fuck out. He was trying to be supportive, but I can tell he was scared,” Reyna chuckles. Her boyfriend was the complete opposite of her. She is sociable and outgoing, and is always at someone’s place to party. Riker, her boyfriend of eight months, was a homebody who played video games in his free time. Their largest sharing characteristic is that they are extremely hardworking, which led them to meet while working at the same job.

Ah. Romance.

“I can’t even imagine how Tom would react,” You say, eyes wandering the ground.

“You should see,” Alina suggests.

“What do you mean?”

“Tell him you got a piercing. See what he says,” Reyna adds for clarification.

“Oo, you should record it!” Alina claps giddily and you laugh at their ideas. You shake your head at the recording part, but heavily consider the main idea. Why not have a little fun? You turn over your shoulder and peer at the tattoo and piercing shop that fades in the distance as you continue to walk. Your sundress flows in the spring breeze as you bite your lip.

“Okay,” You shake your head, somehow convinced to play a stupid joke on your innocent, loving boyfriend.

“Ah, how I love a good prank,” Reyna smiles to the sky as you all approach the car.

—

When the girls drop you home first, you wave goodbye to them and then head straight for the door. The sun was beginning to set in the evening, and you wondered what Tom had been doing all day.

“I’m back!” You shout, removing your shoes and hanging up your purse. His response echoes from the kitchen and you walk toward him with nerves.

You weren’t the most convincing liar, so trying to pull off a prank was going to be difficult. Your fingers fiddle anxiously as he turns around from the stove to face you. A soft smile curls on his lips and your insides melt. However, your heart races in extreme nervousness because he looks so innocent and unknowing.

Oh, he’s so going to fall for it.

“Hey, baby. How was your girl’s day?” Tom’s hands slide under your arms and hug you securely. His lips press a firm and tender kiss on your forehead and you sigh softly.

“It was… exciting,” Your eyes sparkle as you stare at him. He looks at you, patiently waiting for you to continue. But you don’t, you wait for him to ask.

“What was so exciting, love?” He delicately brushes the wispy hair from your face, admiring every one of your facial features. Tom was so in love with you, he couldn’t help but stare in disbelief that you were really his.

“I got a piercing!” You smile widely as you squeeze Tom’s biceps in exaggerated excitement. Tom raises his eyebrows, not expecting you to say that. He always just assumed you went out for lunch or went shopping. He would have never assumed you got a piercing, especially knowing how much you hate unnecessary pain.

“You did? Where?” Tom smiles as he curls your hair behind your ears, scouting for the nonexistent jewelry. His eyebrows scrunch when he searches your face as well, but doesn’t find anything.

“It’s on my clit,” You whisper sweetly, biting your lip. Your heart pounds in your chest and you’re hoping he can’t feel it. You tried your best to hold in your laugh at his reaction.

Tom’s eyes widened so much, you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. He blushes profusely and pulls away from you, cheeks a rosy pink as his jaw practically slides along the kitchen tile. He dryly coughs, trying to hide how flabbergasted he is.

You smile wider and harder, trying not to break your act. Seeing Tom so shocked makes you want to burst out laughing at how easily he fell for it. He knows you absolutely hate pain, yet he still believed it.

“I-I thought you hated pain…” He starts breathily, “What…how…?”

“Reyna convinced me. She said it feels great when having sex,” The lies spill from your mouth before you could even process what it meant. Did that even make sense?

Tom blinks rapidly, mind racing at the change. He didn’t even know that one could get their clit pierced. He never would have thought you would want to get yours done. He remembers early on in your relationship when you told him you cried the entire time when you got your ears pierced. And when you got your shots at the doctors. He even remembers you telling him you cried when you first had sex… but that was understandable. But being reminded of that just makes him even more confused on why you would get something so painful.

You must have cried a lot, he thinks. His heart aches a tad because he wasn’t there for you.

“Well… can I see it?” Tom tries to cool down his burning red face, but it only seems to intensify as he imagines seeing it; your clit irritated and puffy as a bar of metal sears through it.

Now, it was your time to widen your eyes. You tried to hide it by wandering your eyes all over the place, but if anything, that just made it more obvious you were hiding it. Tom contorts his face in mild confusion at your hesitation as you laugh nervously.

“Y/N, can I see the piercing?” He repeats, stalking a bit closer to you.

“No!” You deny too quickly, backing away from him like he was psychotic.

“No? Baby, I’m going to see it eventually. Might as well see it now,” He smiles, reassuringly as you struggle to come up with more lies. Why did you think he wouldn’t want to see it?

“It’s um… really swollen and puffy. You can’t even see it,” You shake your head as you wave it off, swallowing your nerves dryly. Tom skeptically squints his eyelids, puzzled at your sudden defensiveness.

“I can’t see it? How do you know? I haven’t even tried yet.”

“I looked. It’s like it’s not even there,” Nervous laughs release from your mouth and you would be surprised if he still believed you.

Then he quirked an eyebrow, sensing your deceitfulness. Your nervousness gives him a growing confidence. He licks his lips and clicks his tongue, a sly smirk threatening to curl up on his lips.

“Let me see it, Y/N.”

“No!”

Before you could even take off in a sprint, Tom’s arms are tightened securely around your waist. He drags your flailing body and hoists you up onto the kitchen counter, forcing you to stay seated. You wiggle profusely underneath his strong grip, but realize it’s no use compared to his thick muscles. You huff, annoyed that he captured you.

“I guess I’ll have to see for myself since you want to be so stubborn,” He grumbles as he crumples the sundress up to your waist. You hold your breath, hands gripping the counter. He forces your legs to spread, eye level with your panties. Your cunt aches as it begins to dampen the material.

“Is the piercing making you that wet? Or is it something else?” Tom taunts, yanking the flimsy fabric until it’s tossed along the kitchen floor. Waves of heat creep up your neck at how close he is to your cunt. He’s seen you naked a million times for your usual sensual, soft sex. But with a lie in between you, you don’t know what to expect.

Tom’s arms lock your thighs to the marble counter. He stares at your pussy, looking as gorgeous as ever. He takes his rough fingers and carefully spreads your soaking folds, inspecting for a piece of jewelry. You gasp as more arousal leaks out of your pussy, begging for more friction. As he gets closer to your clit, you whine from the teasing.

“Well, your clit is puffy… but I don’t see any piercing,” Tom pretends to pout like he hadn’t known you were lying most of the time. His thumb delicately taps your neglected nerves, eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat. “Why did you lie, baby?”

“I don’t know,” With clenched teeth, your eyes focus solely on his devoid touches. Your mind is so distracted by the tedious teasing, you barely comprehend his words. Before you could even reconsider your answer, Tom slaps his hand directly on your clit. You yelp as your hips thrust forward at the mixture of pleasure, pain, and shock that sears through your body. Your clit throbs as you continue to seep on the cold counter, more desperate than ever.

“Another lie. You’re being such a bad girl today. Do I need to punish you?” He questions, palm rubbing deliberately slow on the hood of your clit. Your body trembles as you roll your hips against his hand. With an upset growl, his hand comes down on you again, harsher and more demanding than before. A needy moan escapes you, your hands clawing at his T-shirt. “You just never learn.”

Tom tsks disappointingly and spreads your legs impossibly wider, juices leaking onto the solid surface below you. The texture of his hands roaming your skin created the most sinful scenes in your head. You imagined his thick digits pushing into your cunt, slippery and soft as he thrusts deeper and deeper. You mewled just at the thought, causing him to stare at you curiously.

“What are you thinking about? Hm? Answer me truthfully this time or I won’t even consider you coming tonight,” Tom demands as he flicks your pulsing clit, causing your body to jolt in surprise. Your hands squeeze his muscular shoulders as you try to remain still.

“Your hands. I love your hands,” You admit breathily. Tom slowly removes the loose straps of your dress until they’re slipping off your smooth shoulders and down your arms. He reveals your breasts, nipples pointed and neglected.

With a smirk, his dominant hand continues to deliberately stroke up and down your clit, while his other toys with your nipples. Your breathing heaves as your eyes gawk at his motions, getting more turned on just from the sight. He twists and pulls on your buds until they’re aching painfully good. Tom makes sure his hand tickles your skin when it trails down your torso to add more stimulation to your clit.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, darling,” One hand forces your legs open while the other collects your arousal too lightly. You clench around nothing, pleading for his teasing to end. He resumes his delicate tapping on your nerves, making you whine in agony. “Why did you lie?”

Your heart races and thighs begin to shake from being stretched out.

“I-I wanted to see how you would react,” You reply breathily as he repeatedly taps you. You roll your hips in circles, trying to get more friction against the pad of his thumb. He hums, satisfied yet evilly.

“So this is what you wanted?” Tom slots his middle finger into your seeping hole, causing you to gasp as if it was your first time. With all the teasing, you were sensitive to any little touch, grateful for what he was giving you. “Wanted me to freak out, wanted me to punish you?”

You release a nosy moan, clutching around his digit as it sinks into you deeply. You nod your head to every thrust of his finger, slow and tedious. As your high builds from the edging, his finger is removed from your cunt, empty and aching. You elicit uncontrollable whines as you scoot to the edge of the counter to get closer to his hand. His hand grips your hip tightly to ensure you stay still.

“No, no. This is a punishment, baby. If it gets too much, let me know, but,” Tom husks with a soft expression. When you nod impatiently, waiting for his next moves, his sinful glare returns to your eyes. “you said you liked my hands, so I’m going to give you one.”

Tom’s hand strikes down on your pussy, a wet slapping sound against your arousal. You squeak with a strong grasp on his shoulders as he smirks, pleasured from catching you off guard. He spanks you again, clit throbbing under the palm of his hand. Your stomach tightens as you grind into the air, begging for more. When his hand slaps you again, he makes sure to directly strike your bundle of nerves, making you tremble immensely.

Fireworks shoot through your body like you’ve never felt before. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain; so shocking and blissful you thought you might pass out. You never would’ve thought you’d be enjoying something as agonizing as spanking, especially on one of the most sensitive parts of your body.

You felt hypocritical and pious; for someone who hated even the idea of pain, enjoying spanking was the last possibility crossing your mind.

But each slap of skin sent you higher into the sky as you floated with ecstasy. Even though you were inching closer to heaven, you’ve never felt more sinful and devilish in your life.

Tears slip down your face as you moan in euphoria. Your core clenches and your eyes roll back as you lose your grip to reality. Your legs beg to close, but Tom’s hand and body forces them to remain open.

“Look at you. Enjoying your punishment,” Tom tsks as his thumb rapidly circles your clit. You gasp with a cry, shaking violently from the blinding pleasure. “Are you going to come from me playing with your clit? Hm? From me spanking you?”

His words have your stomach tensing and mind spinning. You felt like you were flying through a starry haze; a dreamland where everything felt too good to be true. Your high builds and builds until you’re falling down so fast, you’re floating gracefully. Waves of euphoria crash through your body as your muscles spasm, chants of his name repeatedly leaving your lips.

A knowing and encouraging smirk is in your view as he rubs you out, draining you of your orgasm. The white moisture coats his hand before he brings it up to his lips and licks his fingers clean.

Your pussy lips pulsate as your clit continues to throb in irritation from the spanking. Your breathing relaxes as you blink away the glossiness from your eyes. Tom licks his lips, smiling goofily at you as he wipes away your tears.

“You did so well for someone who doesn’t like pain,” Tom compliments as he smooths your wild hair away from your tear-stained cheeks. You roll your eyes with a raspy chuckle and shake your head. “Let’s clean you up, yeah? And how was it?”

“I didn’t think… I never would have thought…” Your mind continues to blur as you forget the words on your tongue. Pulling up the straps of your sundress, you try to recall what you were going to say. “I liked it, surprisingly. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”

Tom chuckles at your enthusiasm and leans in to you. His lips lock with yours in a breathtaking kiss, rocking back and forth. Similar fireworks spark in your body again as you wrap your hands around his neck to sink deeper into him. His tongue slots into your mouth with ease, making you melt in heart-bubbling bliss.

To catch a breath, you release from each other, you now both wearing silly, fond smiles.

“This doesn’t mean you’re going to get a piercing… right?” With skepticism and hopefulness, Tom looks at you. You bite your lip, pretending to really consider it.

“I mean, now that I have an amazing tolerance to pain, I might as well. I have nothing to lose!” You push Tom away and hop off the counter with an overwhelmingly ecstatic smile. With shaky legs, you sprint out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

A burning sensation is felt on the skin of your vagina as your legs rub against the irritation surface. You hiss and wince as you make your way up the stairs. You regret running away from Tom because he said he was going to take care of you. Your skin screams in agony as you make it to the bed. You didn’t think it would be this painful, especially after he just spanked you. And you liked it.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He shouts as he jogs up the staircase. “Swear, she’s going to be the death of me.” He mumbles to himself before entering the bedroom.

He finds you lying on the bed, wincing with a pinched face. His expression softens as he comes to your aid.

“What’s wrong, lovie?” Tom rubs your shoulder, searching over your body for injuries. Your hands push down on the material of the dress right over your burning mound. He nods in sudden understanding before heading toward the bathroom. He comes back with a tube of some type of cream or ointment. “Lay back, baby.”

You do as he says and crawl back until your head is relaxing comfortably on the pillows. He slowly widens your tense legs and flicks the flare of your dress up to your hips. He takes a peek at your irritated skin, a deep frown on his lips. With the cream on his fingers, he very gently rubs it onto you. It’s cold, almost too cold compared to the heated burn on your skin. But the contrast cools you and relieves all your pain, causing you to sink into the mattress calmly.

“Better?” Tom asks, softly applying the medicine to the bare areas.

“Yes,” You sigh with your head thrown back, breathing steadily. Tom bites his lip, looking at your distraught figure.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I went too hard. I’ll never do it again—”

“It’s okay! It’s okay, Tom. Really, I liked it. I’m not lying this time,” He smiles softly at you and you return the favor reassuringly. He hovers above you and gives you a graceful kiss on the lips. He falls beside you and stretches to grab some tissues for his hands to clean off the cream. Then you two lay in the comfortable silence of each other.

“If I really did get a piercing though, how would you react?” You question, turning your head towards his.

“Probably the same.”

“Noted,” You smirk, causing him to turn his face in slight horror at your back and forth attitude. “Kidding! I can’t even handle moderate pain.”

“You’re crazy.”

You infamously roll your eyes before he kisses you again, making you forget everything. You laugh against his lips, causing the whole kiss to be a sloppy mess. In hysterics, you both laugh full heartedly as you pull away.

“Come on. Let’s go finish dinner,” Shaking his head, Tom gets up from the bed and begins to walk back downstairs to the kitchen.

“What if I got, like, a tongue piercing?” You shout from the bedroom. You hear him groan in annoyance as you follow him to the kitchen.

Oh, you loved pranking your boyfriend.

—

tags: @lnmp89 @crybabyddl @pretty-npeach @marine-mayday @aerangi @justanotherpasserby-blog @tinafuentes

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey bby ❤️ I have a request! You can totally ignore this if you want to tho.

What about professor!bucky x college!reader where she's always been so good in his class...never misses an assignment, good grades, etc and then one day it changes. She misses class a couple of times, gets an F, things like that and he gets concerned. He brings her into his office and she can't even look at him. He finally gets her to admit that she feels ashamed because she touches herself to the thought of him and it makes him feral and he just takes her right there in his office.

Feel free to interpret this how you want too or change/add anything ❤️ love you and your writing so much 🥰

hey cutie! I'm sorry this took so long, and if it's not as good as you'd hoped! love you too!

summary - your professor is worried about you and tells you to meet him in his office, once he finds out what your behaviour has been about, he becomes feral.

warning - smut, talks of masturbation, semi-public sex, swearing, teacher and student relationship, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Bucky knew this wasn’t like you. You’d never fail a test or miss a class. You’d even come to class sometimes whilst sick, and he’d have to force you to go home and rest.

He watched as you walked into class, wearing a soft long black shirt with a dark green checkered skirt. The fabric still hugged your form perfectly, but secretly Bucky missed the way you’d walk into class with your sundresses and short skirts. He felt saddened when you didn’t look up and greet him; it had become routine that he had grown to love.

The soft smile you’d direct toward him when you entered his classroom, a good morning following as you greeted him. He missed that and could feel his heart breaking throughout these weeks of being ignored. He just knew that he had to get you alone, had to find out what had happened and if there was anything he could do to help.

Bucky started his class, his eyes flickering over to you every once in a while. He watched as your eyes darted away when they connected, your cheeks turning a rosy pink. As the class slowly comes to an end, Bucky clears his throat. “Alright, class, that’s it for the day! Make sure you turn in the work by next week! Miss L/n, please see me in my office!” 

Your eyes widen upon hearing your last name fall from his lips, and your palms become sweaty as you begin to overthink. You slowly pack your things before heading to his office. The man who keeps invading your dreams is not that far behind you. Your eyes flutter slightly, your heart pounding as you catch a whiff of his cologne. The feel of his body brushing against yours causes your knickers to dampen.

Bucky gestures for you to sit, noticing how your eyes focus on his thighs as he spreads them. “Do you want to tell me what’s been happening? You’re an intelligent young woman who has been lacking lately.” You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip as your nerves begin to crawl throughout your body, and your thighs clench together from being so close to him. Bucky’s eyes scan you, noticing how jittery you are. His hand reaches out and places it on yours. “Y/n, have I done something?”

Your eyes shoot up and connect with his striking blue ones, causing your breath to hitch at the intensity. “N–no, you didn’t do anything.” 

His brows furrow in concern, “What is it? Can I do anything to help?” You shake your head again, looking down as you think. “This is a safe place, and you can talk to me about anything.”

“Um… Well, I’ve just been having weird dreams… Lately, and I don’t know how to cope.” Bucky nods, encouraging you to continue. “And, well… I wake up and touch myself because of the man in them….” Bucky clears his throat, shifting in his seat slightly as his pants tighten.

“And this man… Do you see him in class? Is this why you’ve been distancing yourself?” You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Is there anything I can do? Kick him out, perhaps?”

You shake your head, “You’d have to find a new professor, Professor….” Bucky’s eyes widen when he connects the dots, his cock straining against his jeans. The sight of your wide innocent eyes and your thighs squeezing together make him feel like he’ll snap.

“Me? You’ve been….”

You quickly stand, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry! I’ll leave and understand if you want me out of your class!” You are too busy gathering your items that you don’t notice Bucky abruptly standing, storming around his desk. A gasp escapes you as he pushes you into the wood, his bulge pressing directly between your cheeks. 

“Sweetheart, that’s the hottest fucking thing a woman has ever confessed to me. Especially someone as beautiful as you.” Your cheeks pinken, a soft moan escaping you as he begins to pamper your neck with gentle but rushed kisses. “Can I touch you, sweetheart? Can I mark you as mine?” 

You nod, a whimpered yes falling from your lips. Bucky flips you around, lifting your skirt as he pushes you into the desk. Your head falls back as Bucky begins to suck and nip the flesh on your neck, his cock throbbing as moans escape you. His hands make quick work on his jeans, freeing his veiny cock. His large hand strokes it as he pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing your swollen clit. He watches you fall apart, your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops open. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” 

“Yes, sir, please.” 

Your hands grip any part of his body. The scent of his cologne makes your mind go fuzzy. Your back arches as he begins to push, entering you, your walls hugging his throbbing member. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel amazing!” He presses his lips into yours as he bottoms out, a shaky breath escaping him at the feel of you squeezing him. 

“S–sir… Oh, god.” Your lips move against his, legs wrapped around his hips as he begins to thrust. Grunts and groans escape the both of you, and your eyes flutter closed as he fucks you. “Feels good… So good!” Your walls squeeze tightly around him, pulsating as the pleasure intensifies. 

Bucky grunts. This feeling felt a thousand times better than what he had imagined. All those times, you walked into his classroom and greeted him in those pretty dresses, flashing your gorgeous smile at him. It took everything in him not to bend you over his desk in front of the class and demonstrate how to pleasure a woman properly.

His knuckles turn white from gripping the desk, and his pace picks up as he pounds faster and harder into your sopping cunt. You can feel your end approaching quickly as Bucky hits your g spot repeatedly. Your eyes squeeze shut as your juices squirt out and cover him. 

Bucky’s eyes darken, darting between your fucked out expression and your glistening cunt. A growl escapes him as he pounds harder, his thrusts become sloppy, and his balls tighten. He blacks out for a second as he cums, large amounts spurt out of his tip and deep inside you. 

As he softens and catches his breath, Bucky’s eyes lock with yours, his hand cupping your cheek. “Now, will you be your usual beautiful self? No more hiding?” You nod, eyes fluttering as exhaustion sets deep into your bones. “Good girl.”

thank you for reading!

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[mvltisstuff]

Hi! I accidentally stumbled upon your account and I really liked your fics especially on 911 characters. I actually requested a story before but posted it anonymously. It was a lengthy requested where Buck (911) and reader has to go abroad so they got separated and reader didn't know she was pregnant, etc.

And I think I wasn't able to say thank you in advance to that request so this is my thank you. Hope you'll pick it and make the idea worthy. And your stories are great! I love them! More ideas to you! ❤❤

come back, be here - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @marjansmateo

a/n: thank you for the request!! i don’t remember seeing it before, but i’ve been having problems w my inbox but it should be fixed now! hope you enjoy :))

every last second of bucks free time was with y/n before she went away. she was going to spain to study abroad for college, and buck couldn’t go with her. he had a life, and he’s happily settled in los angeles. she has a life too, though, one that she’s heavily planned out to give more to buck and her.

buck never wanted her to go. he knew it was her life’s dream to study abroad, but he would miss her like hell. he’s heard all the nightmares about long distance, and they don’t even know if they’re talking about it. y/n was supposed to leave in a week, so buck invited her over for dinner so they could discuss their future. he wishes he didn’t have to say goodbye to the one woman he’s loved more than anyone.

the air in his apartment was uncomfortable, trying to savor the days they had but the upsetting thoughts just kept returning to their mind. it’s been so long that they’ve been dating, they barely remember a life without each other, and that scared buck more than anything. he never wants to go back to his old ways, and y/n helped him.

“so, what should we do this week?” y/n asks, breaking the silence first.

“oh, uh,” buck stutters. “i wasn’t sure, i have work like every day but sunday.”

“that’s when i leave,” she reminds.

“i know, i’m sorry,” he says, breaking eye contact and turning around.

“what’s wrong, buck?” she questions his confusing state. she feels like she may as well just leave, as he’s not attempting to spend a good night together or start a conversation. “i know you’re upset but i didn’t expect you to not want to be with me.”

“i do want to be with you! it’s just-“ buck pauses, thinking about what’s really going through his mind.

bucks been with a handful of women who just up and left. abby was someone he truly cared about. not as much as y/n, but when she left, he was destroyed. he had to pick himself up, piece by piece. y/n was there every time he got hurt, had a bad day, or even had a good day. he doesn’t know how he’s going to go about his day with her being in another country.

“it’s just what, buck?” y/n sighs.

“i’m just thinking about abby and-“

“we’ve been over this, love. i don’t want anyone but you. this is just for me to get experience for work!”

“yeah, i get that,” buck complains. “but what about me? you’re leaving, and im just supposed to stay here? y/n, you are leaving the country. it’s a different time and it’s not as simple as a long drive.”

“buck, i understand what you’re saying, but i am coming back. and i need you to understand me,” her hands are playing with each other anxiously. they haven’t discussed this as much as now, and she has no idea what he might say.

“that’s what abby said.”

“will you stop with the abby shit?” y/n snaps. “i am not her, and i’ll never be her. listen, i don’t know what your deal is about this all of a sudden, but all i want is to be with you.”

“you know i love you,” he nods. “but i don’t know if i can stay here and wait for you to come back.”

“you’re serious?” she scoffs, completely taken aback by his statement. “so you want to break up? you’re going to sacrifice four years for a few months?”

“i’m sorry, y/n-“

“save it, if that’s what you want, then fine,” she gathers her stuff, letting the tears well up and bucks heart stings as he sees them. “i really believed you were the one but clearly, it was one-sided.”

“baby, please, i don’t want this to end like this-“ he tries to speak, but he can’t unsay the words he previously said.

“stop it, you told me what you wanted and you can’t just mess around with that,” she cries, trying to step away from him, placing a hand on his chest as he moves closer. “this is,” she lets out a sarcastic laugh. “this is so mean.”

it was an innocent dream that she’s had since childhood to go to spain. now, it’s finally an option and something she is certain she wants. she never, ever wanted to hurt buck but all of it backfired on her. she couldn’t say the situation was fucked up, disgusting, terrible. she could only muster up the word mean because she never, ever wanted to hurt him.

she whips around, speed-walking toward the front door before he grabs her wrist. she connects with his watery eyes, full of regret and pure sadness, maybe even a dash of loneliness. “i’m sorry,” he whispers.

“me too,” she nods, grabbing the door and walking out. she wipes her face when moving down the hallway, and wishes she could never look back.

on that friday, she got no calls, no messages, or anything from buck. she wanted to at least say goodbye, but the way their connection ended, the one that was so deep and true. she tried to take her mind on him, instead thinking of spain. she wanted to be excited to go, but it felt like everything changed knowing that buck doesn’t want her enough as she does.

the truth is that buck would drop everything in the world to run to her side. he’s so desperate to save himself from the agony of her leaving. bucks had people leave all his life. buck knows he can’t live without her. the only thing on his mind is how much he fucked up. he could handle some months, but he can’t handle her being out of his life for the rest of their lives. the spur of the moment tried to force his feelings into words, the wrong was. realistically, buck would wait forever if it meant she was at the end.

he thought he messed it up forever, that there was no reversing it. she deserved more than what she got from their ending. buck decided to pick up his phone, having no idea if she had left or not.

y/n walked up to the gates of the airport, taking any last attempts to gain the excitement. she wishes buck were right here next to her, to tell her it would all be ok in the end. now, she had to comfort herself with more doubt than she’s ever felt.

she zones out when walking in, looking at the flying airplanes and excited families. she watched them all, wondering where they were traveling. maybe a family vacation, maybe a wedding, maybe a funeral. she wondered if there was anyone in her position in this airport, trying to feel less lonely. her thoughts were interrupted by the vibration in her pocket, snaking her phone out to read the text.

1 new text : buck

have fun in spain!

her heart ached at the sight of the message. it all felt so small, a text that would’ve been appreciated from anyone else. from buck, it leaves a pit in her stomach as the plane takes off.

the lonesome weeks passed slowly, exhausting hours of working their minds on each other. y/n never planned for her stay to be this distant. she had everything right in front of her, but her mind was still in los angeles with buck. the thrills of a new country became minute grins after that night.

she eventually became so engrossed in her relationship with buck that she missed the fact that she was too many days past her period. at one attempt to distract herself, y/n slowly realized. she deep cleaned her whole room, throwing away all the food she had previously bought, wanting to gag at the thought of it. she was displeased because of the waste, but then she took a break.

she scrolled on her phone, getting a notification from her calendar app. she’s like clockwork, she’s always regular. when she spots the little reminder, her heart sinks. the amount of days she was late was certainly cause for concern. maybe she was having another medical problem? she tries to ease her worries but fails.

then she remembers buck. they definitely weren’t not active before she left. so, she does the walk of shame to the pharmacy and buys a test.

the forbidden stick sits on the counter, holding the most complicated thing in the world. there was no way she wasn’t pregnant, there are way too many signs comfort. her fingers shake and fidget on her knees, not even being able to look at it without having to chew at her nails and lips.

the distress and panic really starts turning it’s gears at the sight of the second line. it upgraded at the several other positive results. y/n was just staring at it for minutes straight before it finally kicked in. she was pregnant and the dad was in america.

she knows buck has to know, trying to think of her options while battling tears. he’s the only option to be the dad, and y/n has mixed feelings. she doesn’t know if she should be pissed, sad, or even a little happy. it sounds bad, but maybe it’s an excuse to see buck.

she’s known forever that she wants the rest of their lives together. every last part of him she wants to cherish. this makes it so real, so fast, and while they’re not even speaking. in the mix of all the emotions, y/n still knows exactly what she has to do and what she needs.

buck sat down with a beer in his hand, sitting next to eddie on the balcony. “i just, i wish it happened differently and i feel terrible.”

“buck, it’s not ending here,” eddie reassures. “you guys are meant to be. i didn’t believe in soulmates, until i saw you two.”

“she’s my entire world,” buck says. “i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“you were scared. she was scared. you’re confused, and it’s ok to feel that way,” buck felt like he was back in therapy.

“thanks, eddie,” buck smiles, sipping at the beer bottle and letting the alcohol settle.

the three hard knocks on his door make him sigh, having to force himself up to open the door. his grip on the bottle greatly improved when he saw y/n’s beloved face.

“hi,” she croaks.

“hi,” buck mutters. “w-what are you doing here?”

“i needed to see you, and we need to talk,” she sounds alarmed, scaring buck and making any other worries seem scarce.

“yeah, of course,” he moves. “i don’t want to bother you, so if you want to j-“

“i’m pregnant,” she speaks, her voice shaking and lowering at the words.

buck thinks he might need a hearing aid. there is no way he heard her correctly. buck loves kids, and it’s his life goal to have a family of his own to. he hopes he heard her right, because the only person in those dreams is y/n. he wants to marry her, to get old together, for her to be the mother of his kids.

“s-sorry, what?” he asks, clearly but with his eyes shot open.

“i’m pregnant, buck,” the look in his face could haunt her, the emotionless glance into her eyes makes her feel like she’s stone, and just because of his look.

“uh- ok! come sit down, please?”

she nods, stepping into the apartment as buck reads over every single test, shining lights and using a magnifying glass that he pulled out of nowhere. “you deserve to know.”

“i-im really happy, actually,” he smiles, looking at her nervous hands. he knows she’s scared from her body language, and by her face. he’s able to read her like the back of his hand. “how do you feel?”

“im pretty good,” she shrugs, releasing a sharp breath. “im scared shitless, but…”

“y/n, i cant hold it in anymore,” buck interrupts. “i love you more than anyone in the world. we’re written into forever, and i need you. i only want to spend the rest of my life with you and i know there is no one else out there for me. i don’t know why o said any of what i did, because i want to wait for you, wherever you are.”

as he inches closer to her, the pieces of her broken heart start to glue back together. “i missed you so much, and i only want you, ever.”

“i know,” she falls into his arms, wrapping his around her. “i’m so sorry.”

“i was so scared,” she sobs. “i only want you, buck. i’m never leaving you.”

“i’m here now, it’s all going to be ok,” he shushes, rubbing the back of her head. the entire fright from the whole day starts to disintegrate away, the other feeling nothing but security in the others arms.

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FAQ

(If you’ve been sent this post you’ve likely asked Alia a question already answered below so take a look before continuing the conversation :p)

I get asked a lot of the same questions so I’ve put together the main ones I can think of. I’m just posting it to my side blog to make it easier to find and because it’s a little long

Q 1. Where are you from?

A. England, London

Q 2. How old are you?

A. 25

Q 3. Your height?

A. 5’4

Q 4. Are you from India?

A. No, I was born and raised in the UK

Q 5. Do you like black/brown dick?

A. I like all races, this is just a kink

Q 6. Would you play with a woman to please a man?

A. I am pansexual, I would play with any gender with or without the request of a man

Q 7. Your kinks?

A. Kinks: iq reduction, bimbofication, intox play, begging, praise, slapping, choking, spit/drool, edging, manipulation, forced, corruption/coercion, belittling, conditioning, hypnosis, consensual blackmail, race play, age gap, light bondage, crying, gaslighting, toilet/pee play, cnc (kidnapping + Stockholm syndrome), breeding, orgasm control, ddlg, light pain play, puke play, sexual humiliation/degradation and misogyny

Q 8. Your limits?

A. Limits: being called a pig/related words, sounding, body shaming, actual racism/stereotyping, being negatively compared to others, scat, anything illegal, kids, incest/ anything that involves or mentions my family in any capacity

Q 9. Can I fuck you?

A. I don’t have sex too often but if you’re local and I like your personality there’s a slim slim chance

Q 10. Can you send me photos?

A. You can check #me if you’re looking for porn. If I’m feeling up to it I might send something on request but please try to be engaging

Q 11. Why do you take so long to reply?

A. Sometimes I’m busy or I don’t feel like being on here. I also get a high volume of messages so sometimes yours will get moved to the bottom or if it’s something that’s not engaging enough for me I might just leave it, please don’t do spam message me

Q 12. Do you think you’re inferior?

A. No this is a kink, it’s just fun to play on. I’m very secure and know my worth

Q 13. Do you like hypnosis?

A. Yes, I prefer audio files but yes I have tried text posts, otp, audios and gifs

Q 14. Are you working towards the bimbo aesthetic?

A. No, the idea is hot but I prefer the bimbo mindset. I would maybe try lip filler just to try it but I don’t feel a need to pump myself up, I’m quite happy with my features as is

Q 15. What toys do you have?

A. I have them all here: https://www.tumblr.com/denied-indian-bimbo/766511751798931456/i-had-some-people-asking-to-see-my-toys-so-here

Q 16. Where can I find you in case you get nuked?

A. My free to follow fansly is the best way. I can send videos there, message for free and all of my content plus extra stuff is all there in one place. It’s free to follow and you can click here for the free subscription 💓 my discord is indie_6251 but I’m really not on it much

Q 17. When did you last cum?

A. 19.05.2024 and I plan to go a year without an orgasm

Q 18. Can I show you my dick?

A. Only if you think it’s pretty, If I’m not feeling it I’ll likely ignore it lol. I’d much rather receive tiddies or audios of you moaning and touching yourself to me 🥰 I also really enjoy cum tributes

Q 19. What is your darkest fantasy?

A. What I like changes a lot, you can probably get a feel for what I’m currently into by looking at my most recent posts

Q 20. What’s your body count?

A. 9 if we’re counting rape, 7 if we’re not

Q 21. How did you lose your virginity?

A. I’ll link it here ( rape mention warning)

Q 22. How do you stop your posts from getting flagged?

A. Click here!

Q 23. How do you masturbate?

A. I like to rub my cunt or use a vibe. I can only edge/cum from clit stimulation

Q 24. What languages do you speak?

A. Only English fluently

[mirasantidotes]

Messy Annotations - Chapter 3

(GIFS NOT MINE)

If you haven't already, please read chapters one and two before reading this one. This cannot be read as a standalone.

Summary: After your “date” with Javi, you've been waiting for over a week for that promised ‘next time,’ hoping you’d hear your phone ringing and it would be him. However, just as you’re beginning to lose hope, you receive a call from the man you’ve been wanting to see, and he asks you out on a special day with him. 

Character pairing: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT) x fem!reader

Content Warnings: very ooc!javi, somewhat shy!javi, sunshine!reader, very fluffy (your teeth will rot!), reader goes to college late in life, reader lives in pain, no use of y/n, javi calls reader hermosa and sweetheart, eventual established relationship

Word Count: 3.93K

A/N: It took forever, but finally here's chapter 3 <3 My requests are open so if you have any prompts, just send an ask or comment!

Divider by saradika

You wake up in your messy dorm room to the sound of your phone alarm ringing on your bedside table. You groan before turning it off groggily. You haven’t been thinking straight lately— your mind drifting more than often to the thought of Javi. It’s been more than a week since you’d last seen him and he promised that ‘next time,’ but it hasn’t happened yet— he hasn’t even called you. 

You thought about walking to his house to see how he was, but you decided against it and wanted to know if he was genuinely interested in you like you were in him. If that next time really mattered as much to him as it did you. 

After laying in your bed for a few minutes on your phone, you finally get up and get dressed for your lectures for the day. You quickly make some toast and grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder before leaving for your first class. 

You try your best to focus on what your professors are saying, but their words often just mush together to form incoherent mumbles in the background. Just after 1 P.M., you leave your final lecture before lunch, and you walk off of your campus and to a small cafe a few minutes away that happens to be rather popular with the students in your college since it’s so close and somewhat cheap. 

As you sit down with the pastry you ordered, you hear your phone buzzing in your bag next to you. You pull your phone out, reading the number— it wasn’t one you recognized. You thought to yourself, was it Javi? You swipe on your phone to answer it before lifting it to your ear and greeting whoever is on the other end of the line. 

The voice you’ve been dying to hear for over a week replies, “Hey, hermosa,” he says sweetly, making your heart flutter at the nickname, “It’s Javi.” You could swear you could hear the smile on his face through his words. You feel your body have a small heat flash from the pure excitement you had rushing through your body— all that stress from the past week just melting away instantly. 

“Hey, Javi!” you gushed, a smile and a light pink rising on your face. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t called—” he pauses, a sad tone weaving through his words, “how have you been?” he finishes, slightly happier than his previous statement.

“It’s okay, Javi,” you say, shaking your head as if he could see you, “I’ve been good; how about you?”

“I’ve been good too, thank you,” he says happily. “Hey, I was thinking— I want to take you out tomorrow if you’re free, of course.”

Your feelings feel like they’re about to explode out of your body, “Yeah, I’m free tomorrow,” you chirp, a smile brighter than ever forming on your face. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning around nine, okay, sweetheart?” he asks sweetly, ensuring that time worked for you.

Even if it didn’t, you’d make it work; you’d drop anything to spend time with him. “Sure, that works for me,” you grin, your mind racing with what tomorrow will entail. 

Javi tells you he has to go, making your grin slightly diminish before he reassures you that he will see you tomorrow. You say goodbye to him before he says, “Bye, hermosa,” and the two of you end the call. 

You saved Javi’s number as you finished eating your pastry before you had to return to your afternoon lecture. Your day just got a whole lot better. 

You finished the rest of your day smoothly— it blasted by with the blink of your eye. You went home and set your alarm to 7:30 A.M. so that you have more than enough time to pick your best outfit and doll up for him. You text him and ask how you should dress for tomorrow since he didn’t tell you his plans for the two of you. He replies almost instantly and tells you to dress comfortably.

For the remainder of the night, your mind wanders to where he’ll take you tomorrow and what kind of memories you’ll make with the man you’ve been falling oh so hard for. Javi was different for some reason, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on precisely what. 

You watch some TV for a few hours before you walk half asleep to your bed and finally drift into a deep sleep for the night. 

—

The following morning, you’re awoken by the sound of your alarm, like always— jolting you awake. Immediately, your mind wakes up from the genuine excitement you feel, and you quickly get out of bed before turning to your closet to pick out an outfit. Remembering Javi’s words to dress comfortably, and since the weather in Spain is getting hotter, you opt to wear your favorite t-shirt and shorts— comfortable yet classy enough to impress him. 

You sit down in front of your mirror and apply some light makeup, and before you know it, you hear a knock on your door. You stand up, walking to your door before taking a few deep breaths and opening your door to a smiling Javi— eyes widening when he sees you, looking you up and down innocently. 

“Good morning, hermosa,” he says in that tone that makes your stomach do backflips. You say good morning to him back, matching the sweetness in his voice while giving him a kind smile. 

You look down to see Javi holding something behind his back, and as he notices your gaze, he takes it out. “I got you your coffee order from the shop we went to when we first met; I hope that’s okay,” he says, handing it out for you to grab with a bright smile. 

You thank him while gushing at his thoughtfulness and gratefully take the coffee from his hand before stepping forward and giving him a tight hug, taking in his cedar-scented cologne. He rests one hand on your waist and the other on your upper back, pulling you closer to his form, his head resting on the side of yours, almost in the crook of your neck.

As you begin to pull away, you give him a small kiss on his cheek, the scruffiness of his beard pricking your lips as you do so. You step back, giving him a smile, which he returns.

Your stomach erupts with butterflies from realizing that you kissed him, “Come inside,” leaves your mouth in a stutter as you step aside for him to walk in.

You take notice of his outfit; a brightly orange colored shirt with faint white stripes littered throughout paired with off-white pants and a gold watch on his left hand— you’re brought out of your thoughts, “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he says, smiling. Nervousness radiates off of him as he stands there, basically gawking at you with a faint heat rising on his cheeks. 

You give him your thanks while nodding, “You do too, Javi,” you say with a smile as you blush back, feeling a small heat flash coming over your body at the cheesiness of your conversation. In return, he gives you a soft, hearty laugh that you could listen to all day and never get bored.

“So—” he starts, clearing his throat before looking down at his feet, “I’m sorry I didn’t call you for a while,” he finishes as he looks up to meet your gaze. 

You play with your fingers out of nervousness, “It’s okay, Javi, I’m sure you had your reasons—”

“About that,” he hesitates, “the reason I took so long was because I was trying to make reservations for us to go out, but I couldn’t get them all on the same day until today—” he rambles.

“Javi—” you intervene, his nervous ramble as you step forward and take his hand in yours, “It’s okay, really,” you say, giving him the most reassuring smile you can give him. “Now, where are you taking me?” you ask playfully, tilting your head slightly, still smiling. 

“It’s a surprise,” he says with a grin, “you’ll have to see when we get there,” he says proudly, squeezing your hand. “We should get going, actually,” leaves his mouth as he takes a sneaky glance at his watch, hand still in yours tightly. 

You nod before letting go of his hand and tell him you just have to grab your wallet and phone— you stick them both in your pocket and turn back to see him already by the front door with a wide smile. 

You walk up to him, and you both step out of your dorm— him letting you go first before you turn back around to lock it. As you turn to face him, you give him a sweet smile, and he wraps his arm around your upper back, pulling you close as the two of you walk out to his car. As you do so, he opens the door for you to hop in before closing it behind you and walking around to the driver’s side. 

After driving for a while, he looks at you with a small smile forming on his lips, “Okay, sweetheart, close your eyes,” he says before returning his gaze to the road he’s driving on. 

“Why?” you ask, giggling. 

“Just close them,” he says, looking at you, “where we’re going is a surprise until we get there,” he finishes, and finally, you oblige with a slight huff leaving your mouth in playful annoyance. 

After a few more minutes of driving combined with the playful banter of threatening to peek, you feel Javi’s car stop and the sound of the engine turning off. You hear some shuffling in the back of the car before you hear him getting out of the car and going around to help you get out, eyes still closed with a warm smile on your face. 

As you get out, you feel his hands resting gently on your arms as he turns your body around with your back facing the car, “No peeking, ‘kay?” he says softly. You laugh and agree to his terms— he guides your body gently, making you walk forward slowly, making you feel more butterflies in your stomach with each step you take, wondering what the surprise could be. 

You feel small weeds and grass brushing against your ankle, wondering if you are where you thought you were. With a final few steps, Javi positions you in the correct spot according to him and finally tells you to open your eyes. 

Your eyes flicker open, adjusting to the bright environment around you for a moment before you see the flower field you two saw when you first met— a gentle smile accompanied by heat rising on your face. Javi leans near your ear, his large hands still resting on your arms. He whispers a soft, “I wanted to have a picnic here first before we did anything else.” He lets go of your figure and walks in front of you backwards, lifting a picnic basket in the air as he returns your smile. 

You can’t help but grin even brighter at his thoughtfulness before rushing to where he is so you can help him set up the picnic. 

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After setting up the picnic, he pulls out a box from the bakery you mentioned to Javi on a previous day that just so happened to be your favorite. The two of you begin eating, “Hold on, hermosa,” he says, catching your attention. You see him rummaging in his bag, “Stay just like that,” he finishes as he pulls out a Polaroid camera, aiming at you, causing both of you to laugh in the moment. You hear the soft click of the camera, signaling a picture has just been taken. 

He lowers the camera and pulls out the picture he just took. He shakes it back and forth gently in his hand as he waits for it to develop. After a few short moments, he stops shaking it and looks at it before a bright smile washes over his face. 

You shift yourself closer to him so you can see the photo, and once you do, you let out a few soft chuckles. Javi, still looking at the photo, “You really do look beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispers, almost inaudibly. If the birds chirping and the wind blowing through the trees were any louder, you probably wouldn’t have been able to hear it. 

His eyes meet yours before you lower your head onto his shoulder. He begins putting the camera back in the bag before you gently grab his arm, motioning for him to stop. You tell him to hold on, smiling as you lift your head off his shoulder. You take the camera from his hands as you scoot yourself back while lifting the camera to your eye. “Smile, Javi,” you say, a slight blush creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks. You swear you could look at this man for hours and never get bored of his brown curls, or the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

As he’s unable to contain his smile, you push down on the shutter button, taking a picture of a flustered Javi sitting before you. You lower the camera and take out the Polaroid, waving it back and forth just as Javi had done. You move back next to him and you lay your head on his shoulder again before lifting the now-developed photo so you both can observe it. 

“You look so pretty,” you say playfully, slightly higher pitched than intended, making Javi laugh. He thanks you for your compliment before resting his head on yours and wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. His calloused fingers tracing small shapes on your bare arm, sending small chills up your spine despite the almost-summer heat. 

As the two of you finish eating, still laying your head on his shoulder, Javi looks at his watch, “We should probably get going, hermosa,” he says, looking down at you. You nod and help him pick up your belongings, making sure to grab the polaroids of each other for safekeeping— setting everything in the back of Javi’s car.

After what seemed like twenty minutes of driving and a few small conversations later, Javi pulls into the parking lot of an intricate yet historic-looking building with large windows— you almost recognize it. Still, you can’t quite think of where you’ve seen it before. 

The parking lot is empty as Javi turns off the car’s engine. He mutters a quiet ‘here we are’ before hopping out of his car, and as you’re about to step out yourself, he’s already opening the door for you. “This is the reservation I was talking about this morning,” he says before explaining it’s an art gallery, “I figured since you’re an art major, you’d enjoy going here,” he rambles, giving you a smile as the two of you walk up to the building. You give him your thanks for his thoughtfulness, giving him a smile in return. 

The excitement fills your body as you glance at the paintings and sculptures littered throughout the empty gallery that Javi managed somehow to finesse all to yourselves for a few hours. As the two of you walk around the museum, grins creep up on both of your faces. The vivid colors of each painting were more than delightful to your and his eyes, and you couldn’t help but relish in the experience of taking in all the art before you that you had learned about in your art major. 

On occasion, you would spot a painting or sculpture you would recognize, and Javi would listen more than contently as you’d explain the backstory to each one. He’d always make you have a cheerful smile on your face when he’d ask questions— it made your heart flutter that he was just as excited about this as you were. 

Javi, at some point, managed to slip his hand into yours as the two of you walked around the museum— taking in the beauty in all the different pieces; each time he squeezed your hand gently and reminded you of it, you couldn’t help but smile. 

“These are all so beautiful, Javi, thank you for taking me here,” you say softly as you look at him with a bright smile— your hand still intertwined with his. 

He returns your smile, “You’re more than welcome, sweetheart—” he says, “I think you’re much more beautiful than any of these pieces, though,” he finishes as he motions to the art around you, heat rising on his cheeks. 

You giggle at the cheesiness of his comment, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as the two of you finish walking around the rest of the museum. When the two of you are finally done looking around, the two of you walk back to his car— Javi, of course, opening the doors for you along the way, as usual. 

“We have one more place to go, hermosa,” he says, looking over sweetly at you as he puts his seatbelt on— you give him a nod as you put yours on as well. 

After a short drive, you begin seeing palm trees placed strategically on the side of the road and the smell of salt and warmed sand filling your lungs. The distant sound of waves crashing and seagulls chirping made you smile— he was taking you to the beach, and unknowingly to him, it was one of your favorite places, besides the library, of course. 

After a few more minutes, Javi pulls into the parking lot of a quaint beach house; he removes his seatbelt, and you follow his action. The two of you get out, and you follow Javi to the front door of the building. “This place is so pretty,” you say, looking around at the cozy beach house before you. 

“Wait until you see the beach, sweetheart,” he replies, shooting you a gentle smile before unlocking the door and walking in. The two of you walk through the building full of traditional blues and yellows that color the walls and interior and the large windows shining giant rays of sunset lighting through them. 

The two of you take off your shoes and walk out onto the beach. The warm sun hits your skin, lightly illuminating your and his features. “Let’s go for a walk, hermosa,” he says, holding his hand out for yours, and you gladly take it, intertwining your fingers with his once more, feeling the callousness of his fingers against yours. 

After walking up the beach about half a mile, sharing short conversations and smiles at each other with short bursts of laughter filling the ocean’s air, the two of you walk back near the beach house. “Let’s sit down here,” Javi says, motioning to a spot in the sand just above where the shore hits and falls back into the ocean. 

Still holding hands, you sit and watch the sunset together. You and Javi notice dolphins playing with each other, letting out squeaky laughter and blowing out water above them, making you both smile. By now, the warm sand was covering your legs and feet, and though the texture of sand always annoyed you, it was more than bearable because of just how content you felt being here with Javi on this beautiful beach. 

Javi let go of your hand and put his arm around the small of your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling closer to him. The sunset sky was ablaze with colors that made your jaw drop just slightly from just how beautiful it was, and the thought of Javi taking you here to end your day made your heart warmer than the summer sand you sat on. 

His arm encapsulates your body, and his cedar-like scent mixing with the warm saltiness from the ocean fills your lungs— you feel like you’re the only two people in the world— his hand lifts from your waist to rest on your head, tangling his fingers with your hair. “What’re you thinking about?” he asks,  causing you to lift your head enough to look at him. 

“Nothin’ important,” you reply, nudging him slightly; truthfully, you were thinking about how much you’re starting to fall for Javi—

You’re brought out of your thoughts, “There’s this thing I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he says in a whisper, lowering his head to look at his lap. 

“What is it?” you reply, lifting your head completely off his shoulder to look at him, raising your eyebrows slightly. 

He raises his head again to meet your gaze before removing his hand from your hair and taking his hand in yours. He sighs before speaking, “I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me.”

You sat back for a moment, looking between his words, trying to figure out if he was falling just as hard as you are— or if you were going to be rejected if you let out even a sliver of your feelings come to the surface; contemplating whether or not he was asking you what you thought he was asking, and wondering if he means something more.

“Are you asking what I think you’re asking, Javi?” you say softly as you tilt your head, looking into his eyes. 

He breaks eye contact and looks down at your intertwined fingers as he traces small shapes on the back of your hand with his thumb before nodding. The heat rose on his cheeks, making him feel shy. You look at his face, putting your other hand on his cheek— his light stubble pricking your hand. He lifts his head up to meet your eyes— you nod, “Yeah, I will,” you reply, causing a bright smile to erupt on his face, making both of you giggle.

He leans in and kisses your forehead while squeezing your hand before pulling you into a hug. You rest your head in the crook of his neck. As he pulls away he gives you a kiss on your cheek before he rests his forehead on yours, “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he says pulling away, looking at you. 

“You are too, Javi,” you say, giving him a warm smile. 

He pulls you closer to him and you lean your head back on his shoulder and he rests his head on yours as the two of you shift your attention to the sunset before you. “I booked this house for the weekend, by the way,” he says, putting a smile on your face. You lift your head up to kiss his cheek before resting your head back on his shoulder. 

“Today was really fun, Javi, thank you,” you say as you’re unable to hide the smile on your face. 

“No need to thank me, hermosa,” he says, holding you tighter before giving a tender kiss on the crown of your head. You feel unbelievably content in this moment and you don’t want it to end— but you’re more than curious to see what you and Javi blossom into.

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I have a request! Feel free not to accept if you're not feeling it:

You know how Vecna seems to target those who feel an intense amount of guilt - maybe he targets Reader who used to date Billy and is starting to move on after his death (with either Steve or Eddie I don't mind), you know makes them feel guilty about his death, about moving on, that kind of thing

hello, love! I am SOOO sorry that this took me forever! I actually loved the prompt for this, I hope it's okay and you still like this small blurb 😊 Warnings: nightmares and vecna's curse Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁

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Vecna's Curse

“Sweetheart!” Steve called after you. “Stop walking away from me!” he said, catching up with you and turning you around. “Would you like to tell me what that was about?” 

“N-nothing-” you tried.

“Don’t lie to me! Why was Eddie Munson saying that you bought weed from him? Why are you hanging out with him? What is going on?”

“I c-can’t” you whispered. “I can’t tell you” you said, trying your best not to cry. 

It killed Steve. You were hiding something from him. He knew. He had known for weeks. You’d been acting strange. You were always aggravated and upset. And even if you didn’t tell him, he knew you weren’t sleeping. He could see the circles under your eyes. 

“Sweetheart, please” he begged, making your heart shatter at the despair in his voice. “Please talk to me. Let me help you” he said, looking at you with his big brown eyes. But your mouth remained shut. He sighed, knowing that you would talk to him when you were ready and he kissed your forehead. “Okay” he said, defeated. “When you’re ready, okay?” he said, before letting go of you and turning around to go back inside with the rest of the group. 

“It’s happening to me!” you yelled, making him stop dead in his tracks. 

He couldn’t have heard you right. He slowly turned around and saw tears running down your cheeks as you looked at him, begging him to come back. The second he let go of you, you felt absolutely terrified again. Steve was your anchor. He was the only one that could calm you down. And even if you didn’t want to, you knew you had to tell him before anything like what happened to Chrissy would happen to you too.

“W-what?” he asked, hoping that he heard you wrong.

“W-what happened to Chrissy… and to Fred” you whispered, wishing that maybe if you didn’t say it out loud, it wouldn’t become true. “It’s happening to me too” you confessed. “I have been having… really bad headaches, I’ve been having trouble sleeping” you continued. “N-nightmares and I… I have been seeing Miss Kelley too” you told him.

“What are you talking about? Love, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, walking over to you again and pulling you with him to sit on the hood of his car and he stood in front of you. “Please talk to me” he begged again. 

“I went to buy some weed from Eddie” you admitted. “I thought it might help me sleep” you said, as tears ran down your face. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just… I didn’t really think any of it, I just… I started having these… horrible nightmares a few weeks ago and- and I thought that they would go away, you know?” you told him. “But they haven’t and I thought I was losing my mind” you cried. “I didn’t know what else to do” you told him.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asked, cupping your cheek. 

“I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t  think anything of it, I just…” you sighed, crying a little more.

“Do you want to tell me what the nightmares are about?” he asked, but he feared he already knew the answer and he confirmed it when you shook your head no. “Billy?” he questioned and you nodded, crying harder. “Honey, look at me” he asked gently and you slowly did. “What happened to Billy wasn’t your fault” he insisted. 

“Yes, it was, Steve” you pressed. “He was losing his fucking mind like I am right now! He pushed me away to protect me and then he died and I couldn’t do anything about it!”

“You didn’t know that-”

“They feel so real, Steve” you cried. “Like he’s right there with me and he’s looking at me so… furious and… full of hate” you told him. “I couldn’t save him, Steve! What if he’s coming back for me now? What if this Vecna guy is coming for me next?”

“Hey, hey, no” he said, pulling you into his arms. “We’re going to figure this out, okay? And I swear I’m not gonna let anything happen to you” he said, kissing your head as you buried your head on his neck. 

“I’m really scared, Steve” you confessed, pulling him closer. 

“I know, love” he said, kissing the side of your head, trying his best to hide the fact that he was terrified as well. He couldn’t lose you. But he knew you needed him right now. “I promise it’s gonna be okay” he said, pulling away a little to give you a kiss on the lips. “I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, okay?” he asked, trying to smile at you and he saw the smallest smile form on your face. “I love you” he said, pulling you into his arms again, wanting to shield you from any harm.

“I love you too!”

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it :D

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Hello. I have a quick question and I hope that you can help me. I’m about to start making gif packs and I wanted to ask how do you put the source link in the post to link to the gif page? I’ve never done anything like gif packs before and would love all the help that I can get with them.

Please and thank you in advance!

Hi! The world of gif packs on Tumblr is not easy, so I totally understand! Welcome to the chaos! I've included a picture-heavy tutorial for this. It's under a cut because of that.

Get your text post set up as you normally would for to advertise you completed a gif pack. Everyone has a different format, but for the purpose of this tutorial, I'm not focusing on that. I'll just use a throwaway private post for this.

Once you get your post set-up, click the gear icon in the corner. That'll show you some advanced set-up.

You're going to want to put the gif pack page link (or whatever you want to link - like I do my commissions info page sometimes or a redirect to a requesting resources or discord link) by putting it in the content source page. I usually add the "https://" before it just in case Tumblr wants to be wonky.

This is what it'll look like after you input something! Red means it isn't valid, and blue means it'll lead you somewhere when you click on the source link. I inputted a simple link, but you're going to need the entire URL in the space.

After this, you can click out of the advanced controls by clicking the gear icon again.

Like you would for any other post, post it!

This should be your final product - a clickable link to the page you wanted people to go to!

Hopefully this helps. If you have any other questions, feel free to let me know! (:

[darling-i-read-it]

A Good Story

Harry Gardner x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.1k 

Warnings: slow burn affair, general creepy vibes ig? Lol, mentions of grief, harry being kinda shity but that’s what you’re here for <3 

Author’s Note: I felt like I should've maybe written more for this but I thought the ominous ending was kinda cool!! Lemme know what you think and I hope you enjoy <3

Requested by anon, Hello again, dear. Hope I'm not being a bother. I was the Anon with the Harry request from earlier and I can't thank you enough for taking the time to reply, that means the world to me 💗 The idea I had is for Harry x fem Reader who's an aspiring but struggling director. Their platonic relationship quickly derails into a full-blown affair. Feel free to take complete liberty of the plot and write it I'm any way you'd like. Andsty, fluffy, nsfw etc, anything you feel like, I know I'll love it regardless. Thank you for your kindness and for gracing us Finn lovers with your wonderful works ❤ 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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You had heard about Provincetown. You saw the guide books, the summer town that was only alive when the clouds moved aside to allow for the sun to touch the ground. Any beach town could be interesting in that sense, that it’s beautiful and secluded and inspiring. But that wasn’t what compelled you to come. It was the whispers that bled out from the town. There’s a certain charm in small town secrets that only rotate within the city lines. There’s something else entirely to be said about the small town secrets that reach through the online forums, the cities surrounding them. 

You heard about it through a bar you frequented. Frequented might be a strong word. A bar you went to on occasion when writers block hit you hard and you couldn't’ look at another camera. There were secrets about the people there, those who came when it wasn’t sunny any longer, those who stayed and silently sucked up the resources around them. 

You arrived in Provincetown a week after Harry Gardner and his family. You moved in right next to him, down the street in a smaller house. You were keenly aware you had gotten it for a killer deal. Something was wrong with this town and it might just be the inspiration you needed to really push past being an ‘aspiring’ director and being a ‘successful’ one. 

“Lots of newbies,” Austin Sommers announced. He leaned back in his chair at the Muse, a local bar. You were trying to get your feet on the ground still by searching for a place to work while you figured things out. You figured trying the bar first would be helpful. 

You heard Austin speak but didn’t know the words were directed at you. You gazed at the menu, reading off the special board. The lack of routine in your days was throwing you off. Even if there was no job here, you needed a drink. 

“I said,'' Austin tried again, “lots of newbies.” He walked up to the bar stool and sat down beside where you were standing. You turned to him, realizing that he had been speaking to you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you’re new. I’ve never seen you here before. Just a week ago a new family moved in. This is gonna become a real stellar town if we keep bringing in the riff raff.” His voice was surprisingly not judgemental. You pursed your lips, deciding to ignore him. You looked to the bartender who gave you a gentle smile. 

“Hi! Are you guys hiring?” 

“Oh not another bartender,” Austin murmured. “You’re not here to write?” The bartender gave Austin a narrow look. 

“Not right now. But I know there’s a place down the road that is. I can give you the address if you want?” He was cleaning glasses, waning past the long nights when little people came in. 

“That would be great actually.” 

“It’s a little bookstore. It’s not very busy but the owner's wife just passed away or something and they need someone to clean the shop when he can’t.” 

“That’s awful.”

“Well his loss is your gain,” the bartender murmured. He turned around to grab a piece of paper. Austin leaned against the counter. 

“Pretty brutal huh?” You finally turned to look at him. The haircut didn’t suit him but you liked his striped shirt and long necklace. 

“Can I help you with something?” 

“I’m just giving you a warning sweetheart. From one person to another, this is not the town you wanna stay in.” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to read if he was joking or not. 

“The brochures say it really lightens up in the summer.” 

“It’s not the summer isn’t it?” 

He unnerved you with his ominous warnings so you turned back to the bartender. He handed you a piece of paper. 

“Where are you staying?” the man asked. Austin leaned in intently but you didn’t feel comfortable giving your address and street to either men. 

“Around,” you promised. 

“You should meet up with the family that just moved in. Maybe you could help each other.”

“Are you by yourself?” Austin pursued. You gave him a narrow look. 

“Who’s the family?”

“Gardner’s. On the water, in the south part of town.” You nodded. You had no intention of seeking them out but wanted to leave this conversation. 

“Thank you for the place.” The bartender nodded. Austin looked disappointed but you didn’t feel too bad. You backed away and then walked out, sad you hadn’t gotten your drink.

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You ended up going to the bookshop and the man didn’t even require a resume. He mumbled something about opiate addicts taking away all of the good workers in this town and he needed new blood anyway. You guessed he was still mourning his wife but he didn’t mention her. 

And that is where you met Harry Gardner for the first time. 

You were busy rearranging some shelves that had been well used when he came in. The bartender wasn’t lying when he said the place wasn’t busy. You were lucky to have twenty customers your entire shift. But it paid the bills while you worked up some inspiration. 

You heard the bell ring and the door swing open with a gust of wind. You stood up, putting on a smile to greet whoever it was. You peeked around a shelf and saw his curious gaze. You walked around it, carrying a stack of books in your arms. 

“Good morning!” you said with a smile. “How can I help you?”

He met your eyes softly. He was unmistakably handsome with hair falling over his face in strands.

“Hi! I was just coming to browse,” he said. You nodded. 

“Well I’ll be around if you need anything.”

He turned into a small section. You turned back to your shelf and started to put the books back. You had gentle music playing on the speaker by the counter. You returned to it in case he needed anything. He came out from between some stacks, already holding something. 

“Do you like it here?” he questioned. “The job, I mean.” It was sudden but you shrugged. 

“I just moved here last week,” you admitted. “But so far so good.” His eyes lit up. He had been looking at the books before but now you had his full attention. 

“Me too. Well, two weeks ago,” he said. You raised an eyebrow. 

“You wouldn't’ happen to be a Gardner would you?” He eyed you suspiciously. 

“How do you know that?” “Word travels fast. Some guy at the Muse mentioned your family.” He nodded slowly. 

“That tracks.” You shrugged. He approached the counter. He set down an old used copy of a book you had never heard of. “My names Harry.” 

“Y/N,” you offered. “How are you liking the surprisingly dreary town of Province?” He smiled slyly. 

“So far not great. Have you run into any of the addicts yet?” 

“I’ve not ran into any, no.” 

“I recommend not.” He looked tired. “My wife and daughter ran into one when they were on a walk the first day we were here.” 

“Not good?” “No, no it wasn’t.” You nodded, shivering. Drug addiction was no joke. It was a disease but it was dangerous. It was hard not to be scared sometimes. “What are you doing out here?”

“I am a director. Aspiring. I was hoping for some inspiration. So far I’ve found a lot of cold beaches and weird people.” He chuckled knowingly. 

“I’m actually a writer myself. I’m trying to get out the pilot episode of a script, that's why we came out here.” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Intrigue. What kind of things do you write about Harry Gardner?” 

“All kinds of things,” he promised. “Whatever I feel like.”

“A true writer.” You smiled gently. He met it with the same generosity. He wasn’t sure if it was because of certain circumstances but he liked you regardless. “What are you reading?” 

“I don’t know yet. Cover looked nice and I need to read something.”

“You didn’t bring any books?”

“My wife doesn’t really like clutter,” he admitted. Your eyes went wide. 

“Brave of her.” You rung up the book. “$9.55 for you today.” He handed you his card. He tried not to think of what Doris would say to him, spending money on something they didn’t really need, especially with money being tight. He’d like to think he’s worked hard enough for a small treat and a nice conversation. “Want your receipt?” 

“No, that's okay.” 

“Well it was nice to meet you Harry.” He grabbed his book. 

“It was nice to meet you too.” 

He was smiling as he left. You were left wondering how much he liked his wife. 

-

There was not enough to do in Provincetown. You could go to the bar filled with weirdos. You could take a walk and run into someone who looked like they were from Nosferatu. Or you could daydream about the guy who you saw walking down the street sometimes and wonder how he was doing. 

Harry came back only once after that and it was a normal interaction. You were fine with it being just that. Normal. You would admire him and his family from afar, wondering what it looked like inside of his house. You had no actual intentions of ‘seducing him’ or whatever the shitty mom dramas were doing. You let yourself feel feelings but also didn’t actively seek them out. 

That was until he came back a third time and asked you to get lunch. He explained that he wanted to pick your brain about the ideas you had and you were all too happy to take your break. He took you to a small diner nearby on the small strip of businesses. 

You sat by the window, watching as a couple of cars drove by. 

“So you came from New York?” you questioned. He nodded. “What’s that like?” 

“About as you expect,” he admitted. 

“Broadway every Sunday? Seeing the Statue of Liberty from your window? Eating hot dogs for breakfast?” 

“Okay maybe not that,” he said, laughing. You laughed with him. 

“Alright then give me something Harry. I only have such a long break.” 

“I’ve never been to Broadway,” he started. “There are so many people. It’s kind of shocking walking around here and being alone.”

“It’s eerie.” 

“It is.” He shrugged. He was leaning forward, his hands wrapped around his cup. “This whole town is eerie.” You nodded. You glanced out the window. It was a cloudy day. You were getting used to them. 

“It feels so…hidden. Like it’s gonna eat itself whole.” You shook your head. “How’s your family adjusting?” He glanced down and then back up again. 

“Not great.” 

“No?” 

“Doris…Doris doesn’t like it here,” he admitted. “But it’s helping my writing so much.” 

“What does Doris do?”

“Interior design.”

“Is she good at it?” He gave you a dumb look. 

“She’s my wife.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He didn’t answer, which was an answer. You nodded slowly, thinking about all the interior design places she could do here. There weren't a lot that came to mind. “How’s the kid?”

“Alma is…she’s a lot.” He shook his head. “You should probably be getting back.” You nodded. You should probably get back.”

“I haven’t finished my fries,” you complained. “Couple more minutes. Sorry I brought them up.” He shook his head. 

“It’s okay. It just kind of feels like another life.” 

You hummed in agreement as you ate a fry. 

“You need to get out more Harry Garnder.” He chuckled. 

“Alright alright.” You leaned back in your chair. “Do you write?” 

“Sometimes but mostly I just visualize,” you admitted. “But I need to start somewhere.” He nodded. 

“I guess I do the opposite.” 

“Don’t you visualize to write?” 

“I guess so. I guess you’re right.” He smiled. 

“You got anything I could read?” 

“I don’t think you’d like them,” he admitted. You raised an eyebrow. 

“How do you know what I’d like?” you accused. His smile remained but there was a sly tug at his lips. 

“I don’t. You’re right.”

“Lesson number one. I’m always right.” 

-

You and Harry frequented the small diner a couple of times in the following weeks. The meet ups became less courtesy and more nefarious in nature. You already had the vibe from him that he had ill intentions and you had never turned him down. It was just nice to talk to him. He never did anything. He showed no physical inclination of anything, never crossing the imaginary boundaries. But the topics got deeper and more nuanced. Conversations about life, writing, themes. Questions about things he hadn't talked about in years. Things that you promised yourself you would keep close to your chest. 

Until that one winter night. You usually get lunch during your breaks but slowly the times had gotten later. It was nothing said out loud. It was all habit at that point, never questioning the ordeal until it was over. What were you to him? What was he to you? 

It was cold, as it often was. He was wearing a thick black jacket, his cheeks a rosy red. You were also bundled up in your typical choice of coverings. You sat across from him, the air in the diner fluid with the weather outside. 

It was dinner time. He should be with his family, you thought and then disregarded it. 

“Where does Doris think you are?” you asked after ordering. You were both still wearing copious amounts of layers to combat the freezing temperatures. 

“The bar,” he explained. “I’ll probably go there afterwards,” he admitted. You pursed your lips. 

“Frequent the Muse?” 

“I try not to, unless it makes an alibi.” 

“That sounds like you’re planning my murder Harry,” you joked. He smiled slyly. He had a cup of coffee in his hands he wasn’t drinking. You wondered if it was more of a hand warmer. 

“Trust me, you’re the only thing keeping me sane right now.”

Admissions like that confused you. His actions never seemed to follow through with his words. 

“What, you haven’t made more friends here yet?”

“I don’t have time.” 

“You could always cancel one of our lunches.”

“No,” he said, far too quickly. 

“I won’t be offended Har.” He shook his head. His eyes were stagnant down at the steaming cup. 

“I like seeing you.” He said that like it was an illicit affair. You shook your head. 

“I like seeing you too. You need to branch out.”

“You’re not my mother,” he quipped but it felt more defeated. “I’m sorry.” He shivered as the door opened. The bell rang, indicating a customer, and in with them came the cold. “It’s freezing. You aren’t wearing enough layers.” 

‘You’re wearing just one,” you told him. 

“Alright, the usuals…” Your waitress interrupted the train of thought and put down your food. The warmth of it was nice. It was odd to you that you had a usual. You were a small town girl now, even if you didn’t believe it yourself. 

“Thank you so much.”

“Thank you.”

You and Harry’s voices overlapped in gratitude as you looked down at your plate. The sun was setting. 

“She doesn’t mind you don’t stay for dinner?” you asked because you didn’t know what else to do but push. 

“No,” he admitted. He didn’t talk about her much. He talked about his sixth grade trauma but never the wife and child. Was it guilt? Disinterested? Or just general indifference? “Can you sit over here? Maybe we could share some warmth.” You didn’t make a face or anything. You got up and sat on his side. 

You brought your plate over and took a bite, like everything was normal. The sides of your bodies were flush. You had touched him before but not so much at once. He glanced at you. 

“Thank you,” he breathed.

“Anytime,” you promised. You swallowed your bite and looked up at him. Your eyes were so close. You could practically see his train of thought. The small diner, the married man, the same booth. 

“This is quite cliche isn’t it?” he questioned. He leaned against the wall but he was still touching you. 

“Yes, yes it is.” You moved your food around. “But I think cliches are used for a reason. They’re such a generalized feeling but have lost their meaning. Isn’t that sad?” 

“It is.” 

Kiss me, you thought. There would never be another time like this one. He wanted to do it and he couldn’t hold back much longer, you knew it. You looked at him through your lashes, begging him silently. 

When he did kiss you, you wondered if he had read your mind. That’s how well he seemed to know you. The kiss was gentle and unassuming. No one would guess the emotions lying within. You grabbed his hand, holding it. This didn’t even feel like public. This felt like your own personal world, like the one you could have had before everything was so different. Before things were so wrong. 

When he pulled away he had no sense of regret over his eyes. You accepted it, the guilt, to come quickly. It was like he had temporary amnesia for the whole life he led. To the reason he was here. 

“This would make a good story,” he whispered, laughing gently. You rolled your eyes at the break of the moment. 

“Yes. It would.”

[ianmckellen]

Commissions

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Since I’ve gotten a lot of header requests lately, (which I appreciate 🫶) I wanted to make a way for people to get requests faster so now I’ll prioritize the commissioned headers. I’ll definitely still take free requests too and work on the requests I have but don’t expect them as quickly 💜

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