#but it’s very loud and she presses it as soon as the song finishes

[alessiathepirate]

Detroit: Become Human

PIANO LESSONS: Markus x fem!reader

Summary: She always wanted to learn how to play the piano and luckily Markus was there to teach her.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I'm in my DBH era again -- this man is soo beautiful!

To V. <3

Warnings: swearing

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By the time Carl Manfred sat at the table, his daughter was already practicing playing the piano. He just smiled at that, being happy that she listened to him and took his advice - it's never too late to learn new things.

"Thank you, Markus." Carl said after Markus put the plate in front of him. "Now why don't you go and see if my daughter needs help?"

So Markus was soon standing next to her, not saying a word until she finished playing the song. The same song he taught her when she asked him if he'd like to help her learn how to play the piano. The very first song he taught her to play.

After she finished the last few notes she turned to look at him, her lips forming a wide smile.

"You're getting better and better." Markus complimented.

"Thank you." she said, her cheeks turning pink. "I have a pretty good teacher."

Markus smiled too, suddenly experiencing an unsual kind of peacefulness and happiness.

She made some space for him on the chair, letting him sit down next to her, their legs touching.

Markus quickly looked up more simple songs to teach her that morning, and after he found a suitable one, he played the first few notes, looking at her face to see if she's familiar with it or not.

"Imagine." she said after figuring out what he was playing. "By John Lennon." she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You're not teaching me these, because my father told you to, right?"

"No. I'm just teaching you simple ones until you're ready for something more complicated." he explained.

Markus was about to show her the first few notes once again, but slower, when she noticed his torn shirt. Her eyes were immediatelly full of worry, her hands gently touched his arm, turning him toward her so she can take a better look at the damage. She touched the torn material, then her left hand was on his chest, fingertips lightly touching the area, making sure he wasn't hurt.

She was so gentle.

She was always gentle when she talked to him or touched him, as if he was a real human being. And sometimes, when Markus was spending some time alone with her, he felt like it too.

His Thirium pump was pumping the blue blood faster through his body at her touch and his LED turned yellow.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice was quiet.

"Just some protesters, you have nothing to worry about." Markus's hand touched hers and pulled it away from his chest - her touch alone could make him overheat sometimes.

"Of course I have things to worry about!" she explained, her voice suddenly becoming loud and angry. "God damn idiots!"

Markus just looked at her.

She rarely ever cursed - her father didn't let her and always scolded her when she did. But that time Carl stayed quiet.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"No." he said. "They just threw me around a bit, but I'm okay."

She swallowed down the next few curses.

"I'll buy you a new shirt." she stated. "A normal one. Not this Cyberlife bullshit. We can go tomorrow afternoon."

Markus didn't protest. He knew he should have, but he didn't. He enjoyed her kindness - and he especially enjoyed it when it was directed toward him and him alone.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing, really." she turned toward the piano again. "So... John Lennon."

"Yes." Markus looked at it too and gently took one of her hands. "The first chord is C."

She let his hand lead hers, her finger pressed down the said chord.

"Then a C major 7, an F..."

They went on and on, until she had a small part of it memorized.

Markus kept his hand on hers, his LED turning yellow every single time she looked up at him with a smile. When she messed up she giggled - and Markus smiled.

He loved her laugh.

Carl ate breakfast in silence, watching them from afar. At one point her daughter rested her head on Markus' shoulder as she watched their intertwined fingers.

And Carl knew...

He knew they'll end up falling in love - maybe they already had. He just hoped he'll still be around to witness the development of their relationship.

Carl felt at ease knowing that when he'll be gone, they'll take good care of each other.

[ellieshaze]

After Dark

{Part 1}

NSFW minors dni!

Ellie Williams X F! reader

warnings: Gendered terms, nothing too nsfw ellie just feels you up, language (it’s Ellie obviously there’s cussing), alcohol (reader and ellie are wasted), a lot of kissing, ellie is very sweet <3 , the next part(s?) will definitely contain nsfw content tho sooooooooo

word count: 1.8k

After a party you and Ellie, both drunk end up in a dark alley way of Jackson.

You were watching people stumbling around drunk, the sound of music loud in the house, room hot with all of the bodies. You leaned against the wall, drink in hand, watching the girl you’d had your eye on for years. Ever since she came to Jackson. You had become friends with her shortly after she arrived, and you fell fast. She’d never returned the feelings, at least you assumed. Ellie had a girlfriend for a while, but they broke up months ago. Ellie was on the opposite side of the room, also drinking while she talked to her friends. She wore a simple brown flannel unbuttoned with a fitted white shirt underneath. It was so basic and yet it had you feeling some kinda way. Your gaze left her as you stood silently, enjoying the rock music that was currently playing.

Parties weren’t a rare thing in Jackson, but usually they were more controlled and had less alcohol. The older adults would probably bust you all and shut shit down soon, that’s usually how it went. You were on your third drink, definitely buzzed from the beer when you noticed someone approaching from the corner of your eye. It was Ellie, she was walking towards you. Internally you were panicking, but on the outside you pretended you didn’t notice her. She leaned against the wall next to you, facing you, a beer in her hand. “So are you gonna stare at me all night or come dance with me?” Ellie asked you so nonchalantly, you immediately became flustered. “I-“ you began but were cut off when Ellie grabbed your arm, pulling you into the middle of the room.

The music that came from the speakers now was slower, however you did not recognize it. Ellie pulled you close to her, bodies pressed together, you were nervously avoiding her gaze. “Hey” She spoke softly, her hand reached your chin as she made you look at her. When your eyes met hers you were met with the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen. Ellie’s hands met your waist, and yours wrapped around her neck, You were so close to her. “I wasn’t staring at you” You muttered, eyes still locked with hers. “Sure” She chuckled, it was a beautiful thing to hear. Everything about Ellie was, her eyes, her smile, her voice, her body, how her hands rested firmly on your waist.

The two of you swayed to the music, eyes locked on one another, bodies pressed firmly together. You were anxious but you couldn’t tear your eyes from hers, something about them just locked you in. “Calm down” she spoke to you, her thumbs rubbed gently on your waist which she was still holding. Her voice and touch was calming, but your heart was still beating fast. The two of you danced for a few minutes until the song was over, and she pulled you by your hand towards the kitchen. “Let me make you a drink” She said to you as you sat on the counter, there were a few others in the kitchen near you but your focus was on Ellie. You watched as she mixed a few things and then poured some tequila into a glass, and handed it to you. You took a sip of the drink, your face immediately scrunching up. “Too strong?” she asked, laughing as she took the glass from you when you nodded, finishing it herself.

Ellie settled between your leg as you sat on the counter, she had a stupid grin on her face as she looked up at you. You were both definitely drunk by now, her hands holding onto your thighs as she talked to you about random things. “Did you know that Hydra is the biggest constellation in the sky?“ She asked you, “no i did not” you chuckled, it was cute that she was talking about constellations. You vaguely knew about her interests, she was usually more closed off, but being drunk definitely loosened her up. She was telling you about all of the constellations, a big stupid smile across her face. “And the smallest constellation is Crux” You hummed in response, now playing with some of her hair. You were both drinking out of a bottle at this point, it was absolutely disgusting. She was telling you about even more constellations til she was cut off by yelling.

“Oh fuck-“ Ellie muttered, grabbing your hand and helping you down from the marble counter. “We gotta go, no fuckin way am i getting an extra patrol i already did 6 this week” Ellie grunted before dragging you off through the house, finding the back door. You heard the yelling of the older adults and the groaning of the younger ones as the music was shut off and the alcohol was being taken. You and Ellie ran through the back yard, hopping one of the fences before running off just a little bit further, ending up in an alley. The two of you stopped, both gasping for breath, you both leaned against the wooden fence of the alley. Once you both caught your breath, all it took was another look at each other before you both bursted out laughing. “Jesse is so fucked! That was his house he can’t even run” Ellie laughed.

Once you both were able to contain yourselves, you both leaned against the fence silently for a moment. You felt Ellie’s body against yours, her shoulder pressing into yours. “How come you never come up to me?” Ellie asked, you could feel her gaze burning into the side of your head. You didn’t meet her gaze, “I guess i’ve just always been on the sideline of things, nobody really cares to talk to me and i’m afraid i’ll look like a fool if i just go up and talk to people randomly.” This time you did look at her, your head leaning against the fence as she spoke. “Well you can come up and talk to me anytime, i rather enjoy your company.” She said softly, her hand slowly brushed against yours. You didn’t say or do anything as her fingers intertwined with yours. Your heart raced, her hand was holding yours gently, rubbing circles into your hand with her thumb. You and Ellie still looked at one another, not speaking, just enjoying the closeness of one another.

Ellie’s free hand came up to hold your cheek gently in her hand as she leaned away from the fence and towards you, she was always so gentle when she touched you. You had seen Ellie be rough with most people, she was very assertive and would put people in their places. But not now, she was holding you so gently, it was hard to believe this girl was the same Ellie you knew. “You look so pretty” Was all she said, admiring every part of your face, smiling a little when she noticed you leaned into her touch in response. It wasn’t long until she pressed her lips to yours only for a couple seconds. Her lips were soft, not in their usual state of being chapped. She pulled away first, your eyes were still closed for only a moment more, savoring the feeling of her so close to you.

When your eyes opened she was looking at you, a small smile on her face. You smiled back, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Ellie said to you, your eyes widened slightly in response. “What?” You muttered, not believing what you had just heard. “I find you more interesting than any of the girls in Jackson. You’re different.” She said to you, your faces still so close to one another. She smelled of pine and alcohol, you assumed the pine was probably the cologne she’d wear sometimes. “Can I kiss you again?” Ellie asked, her voice soft, you nodded quickly in response. She laughed a little as she leaned in, her lips meeting yours once more.

This time, the kiss was heavier, Ellie moved so she was now infront of you, pushing your back onto the fence. Your hands met her waist as one of hers held your face while the other tangled in your hair. She tugged gently on your hair which caused you to gasp softly into her mouth. She took the opportunity and her tongue met yours as you aggressively kissed. Her right hand left your hair, making it’s way down your body, she grasped one of your breasts, kneading it softly. Her hand moved down, going under your shirt and back to your breast. She chuckled, pulling away for a moment, “No bra?” You rolled your eyes, “shut up and kiss me” You muttered, one of your hands pulling her face back to you.

Her hand left your breast, running gently down the skin of your stomach, this time her hand stopped at the button of your jeans. Just as her hand was about to dip into your pants she suddenly pulled it away, and detached her lips from yours. You groaned at the loss of her touch, “We’re both wasted, I don’t want to do anything if you’re not sober enough to consent” Ellie said to you, her gaze still burning into yours. You’d be lying if you said that her need for consent wasn’t making your heart flutter. “Such a tease, Williams” You muttered, a playful smirk on your face. She laughed, she grabbed your hand again and intertwined her fingers with yours.

“We should go now, it’s late” Ellie said, pulling you away by your hand. The two of you walked for a few moments before you ended up at the house you shared with your parents. Ellie pulled you in by the waist, she kissed you for just a moment on your lips. “See you around, pretty girl” She said softly, leaning in again to kiss your cheek swiftly before she pulled out of your arms. “Can we do this again sometime?” You asked her as she was backing away from you, “Of course” Was all she said before she turned around and walked briskly back to the small house she lived in a block away. You opened the door as quietly as you could, trying not to wake your parents and siblings. Obviously since you were 18 you could do what you pleased, but you weren’t about to get busted for the party.

Ellie actually kissed you. You couldn’t believe it, that night you lied awake, thinking about the girl, and the night you had with her. The flannel and tight shirt she wore, her tight jeans with some tears in it from her time out of the safe walls of Jackson. Her hair that was mostly down, but with some tied up in the back. The freckles that covered her face, her green eyes and her lips that were so soft against your own. Everything about Ellie was beautiful, you would do anything to make sure this night wasn’t just a drunk fling.

[svt-nari]

you don’t remember?

— time period: end of 2019, during the ode to you tour in osaka.

a/n: this was requested, hope you like it! also,,, not proofread! this is the longest chapter i’ve ever written for nari 🥹

“okay, i’ll call you later, love.”, she smiled with her phone against her ear, shoulder pressed to the wall next to her. “i have to rehearse for the concert. love you!”

as she hang up, nari sighed. she could feel the tears forming in her eyes. she felt so overwhelmed and she missed her boyfriend so much. baekhyun always helped her feel better whenever she was like this, but it seemed like today neither him could help her.

nari knew her anxiety was in another level, specially with all the pressure and the nervousness from performing in front of thousands of people. she felt like it had been forever, even though it hasn’t been that long since they performed for a big crowd. though, her mind never thought about herself first. because even if she felt like that, nari couldn’t find it in herself to tell her members - if she was feeling like this, they were probably worse.

her head felt a bit heavy, the lack of food in her system making itself present at the moment. she knew she didn’t have time for this as they had to rehearse since it was the first show in japan in a while. because of this she rested as much as she could and got up just for the rehearsal, skipping her breakfast and the usual vitamins she took in the morning. nari opted to just shook her head, putting her freshly blonde hair in a low ponytail and her hat on her head. it was going to be a long day.

“are you okay, nari-ssi?”, she heard one of the staffs ask and nari gave her a small smile with a nod. the staff felt a bit skeptical considering her pale lips and tired gaze but left it nonetheless, not before telling nari’s manager about her concern.

as nari got on stage, she could see the boys joking around, laughing with each other and giving tips on what they thought that could be better. she usually felt happy and at home whenever they were all in a good mood, though, today her head started pounding as soon as she got up there. the noises being a sort of trigger for her as she wasn’t feeling too well. the closer she got to them, the louder the noises got. she was used to their loudness but due to her state it was irritating her a bit. and they could tell by her expressionless face.

the moment she got to her position the talking stopped so they could start the rehearsal. it was okay for the first few songs, nari felt like she could do it without any incidents. she felt confident in herself when she didn’t faint during hit, her dizziness got the best of her but she was able to pass it as normal. though, as soon as ‘very nice’ started playing she knew it wasn’t going to end up well.

nari’s head felt heavy, her body felt like it was floating. she wanted to lay down and some of the members noticed her tired state. mingyu even told her to sit down for a bit but she refused, stating that she could finish it.

“if you all can do this i must do too, can’t let the team down..”, she muttered weakly with a forced smile.

the boys knew she wasn’t going to let up so easily and let her be — but kept on looking her over anytime they could. though, as the first jump move happened, nari ended up losing her balance and got too close to the edge of the stage to regain her balance and breath out. she ended up stumbling once again because of the dizziness from leaning on her knees and ended up falling down the stage. the fall being at least 2 meters away from the ground. the world seemed to stop at that moment. everyone gasped as soon as she fell, the music stopping as the members and the staff crew surrounded nari.

they all had worried gazes, specially her members when they spotted some blood on her head. she had fallen head first on the hard ground, which made a huge cut appear right where she hit her head due to the harshness of the fall. a bloodied mic pack placed right beside her head, indicating that it must have ‘helped’ her cut happen.

as soon as it happened the medical team was already working on nari, being careful with her as they put her unconscious body on a hospital bed to bring her backstage. as she got there the paramedics rapidly rushed her to the ambulance, seungcheol frantically ran after them to be able to reach them before they went.

“seungcheol-ah…”, their manager stopped him. “i’ll go with her, you stay and care for the other members, okay? you can go as soon as you finish the rehearsal, she will need to be treated and there’s paperwork to fill.”, he sighed, signaling to the paramedics he was going with them. “so stay, please. and call me once you get there.”

the leader nodded and watched as they took off, sighing to himself and silently praying that she would be fine.

“hyung… is noona going to be okay? can we go with them?”, dino asked, looking worriedly in the direction they took nari in.

“we’ll all go after the rehearsal. i’m just as worried as you all but it’s better if manager-nim goes so he can work with the hospital papers and the company.”, he sighed, rubbing his face as his mind ran with thoughts of the girl. “i promise we’ll go as soon as we finish here, the concert’s tomorrow and we have to work on the final touches.”

the other boys nodded and got into position, the rehearsal’s mood being completely gloomy. it had happened so fast, no one had time to do anything. before they knew it she was already laying on the ground. it was probably the one scene they would never like to replay, specially because of the fear of loosing their member that they are currently dealing with.

the blood made it all so scary, her closed eyes and unmoving body just added to it all. no one knew if she was okay and no one could concentrate because of this, the worry being evident in their shaking bodies and shaken up voices whenever they sang. seungkwan had tears in his eyes while wonwoo had a serious expression on his face. no one was able to hide how they were feeling - and the staffs knew that. that’s why the rehearsal was cut short and they were told to rush to the hospital to see the girl.

“go, the rehearsal is over for now.”

as soon as she muttered these words everyone was out of the stadium, on the way to the hospital they took nari to.

“is she okay? will someone answer her phone if i call her?”, seokmin wondered, gazing down at the device in his hands.

“don’t even bother, seokminie…”, jeonghan sighed. “i’ve got her phone with me, it fell from her pocket when… yeah…”, he trailed off, playing with her phone case. he smiled when he saw it, remembering how excited she was when she found the hello kitty case.

“i tried calling manager-nim but he won’t answer…”, seungcheol fumed out, a frown etched onto his features.

this just made everyone even more worried, questions running through their minds. suddenly the minibus felt too tight, the thoughts running wild through them.

is she okay? did she have to undergo surgery? did it mess with her head? god, how they wished to know something soon.

the moment the car stopped moving everyone flew to the reception, the staff giving them instructions on how to get the her room. they rushed to the elevators, hitting the highest floor to get to thwart secluded rooms.

they quietly walked through the giant white hall, heaving sighs when they found her room and entering it as quietly as they could.

when their eyes feel onto her everyone let another scared sigh leave their mouths. seeing her laying there unconscious, with just a huge bandage on her head made them feel better - at least she didn’t have to go under surgery. though, as much as they felt relieved, the sight of her with those wires connected to her body made them feel uneasy. she had medicine being injected into her body and a machine helping her breath better, a mask placed onto her mouth.

all thirteen pairs of eyes fell onto the door when they heard it open, immediately bombarding the manager with questions as soon as they saw him.

“boys!”, he whisper-shouted. “you have to behave, she’s asleep and need as much rest as possible!” he shushed them quickly. “also, you should have called me when you arrived.”

they apologized, bowing their heads to show how sorry they felt. the man just sighed, smiling fondly because of the situation. they cared so much for her that they couldn’t help but be eager to know about her condition.

“she went under lots of tests and came back some minutes ago, her results were just handed to me by her doctor.”, he explained calmly. “i need you all to stay calm while i explain some things about her condition to you, okay?”

the boys nodded and gave him a sign to keep talking, making the other man clear his throat to continue.

“first of all,” he started. “she had a injured ankle because of the fall, nari ended up twisting it pretty badly when she stumbled and it caused a small fracture when she landed on the ground. they said that some weeks off her feet will heal it completely.”, the men all sighed, thanking the heavens for this news. “also, she bruised her left rib - the one she feel onto. she needs to rest so it can go back to what it was.”

everyone sighed in relief once again, though the “good” news didn’t last for that long.

“now for the worst part…”, their manager sighed. “she had a concussion, her head hit the ground harshly because she fell head first.“, he paused for a bit to take a look at the boys. they all had worried expressions plastered onto their faces. “i need you all to hear me out before you say anything. so, don’t. freak. out.”

coups told them to stay quiet and sit down somewhere, sensing this wasn’t going to be a nice thing to talk about and fearing that they would get too agitated at the news.

“okay…”, the man sighed. “there’s a high chance that nari will have some memory loss.”, gasps could be heard around the room. “the hippocampus part of her brain was the side that she hit, this can cause some memory loss. they aren’t sure if this will really happen nor if it’s going to be a short or long-term loss, but there’s a big possibility of it happening.”

everyone was left speechless. did that mean that she wouldn’t remember them? that she wouldn’t remember about her job? that she would forget their memories all together? they didn’t know how to feel yet, the possibility of it happening leaving them a bit scared of the upcoming hours.

it had been some hours since they arrived when nari finally woke up. she groaned because of the harsh sunlight hitting her face which attracted the attention of the members, jeonghan quickly going to her side so she could see him and know she wasn’t all alone.

“hi, nari-ya.”, he smiled softly, rubbing her hand with his thumb. “are you feeling any pain?”

she shook her head, regretting it immediately as a sudden ache went through her head. she quickly squeezed her eyes again, moaning at the sudden pain she felt. seungkwan nudged mingyu who then hit the medical button, patiently waiting for a doctor’s arrival.

“w-what happened?”, she croaked out. “my head hurts… can i get some water?”

chan nodded from beside jeonghan, getting a cup from the bedside table and filling it with some water from the jug next to it. he quickly turned back to her and handed the cup carefully to the girl, being mindful of her rib and helping her sit up to drink from the cup. she smiled weakly at that and patted his arm, thanking him as she took a sip.

“you fell, nari-ya.”, coups explained, patting her leg hidden by the fluffy hospital blanket. “you ended up hitting your head and got some injuries. you need to rest for now, so lay down again.”

nari sighed and - with help from the others - laid down once again. she moved her ankle slightly and hissed in pain, stopping her actions immediately. her body felt heavy because of the medicine and her head throbbed slightly, but she felt better nonetheless. specially because they were there.

“thank god she didn’t forget about us, i was so scared it would happen…”, seungkwan mumbled to dokyeom, both of them nodding.

“well, looks like you woke up, ms. hwang.”, the doctor entered the room, the members straightening their postures and bowing to the man. “how are you feeling?”

“my head hurts and my ankle too, i can’t sit up because it hurts to move but they helped me to so i could drink water.”, she explained, making a face as a hard wave of pain coursed through her head due to the sunlight, joshua noticed and quickly shut the blinds.

“it was bond to happen because of your injuries, you had a pretty bad fall. you have a injured ankle and a bruised rib, so you need to rest to have it fixed. also,” he paused to look over her files, getting a pen from his pocket. “you had a concussion, your head was hit pretty hard during it and we should get you checked up once again now that you’re awake.”

she nodded softly, trying to not move much so her injuries wouldn’t hurt. the doctor came closer to her, getting a small led pen from his pocket and started to examine her eyes, telling her to follow the light with them. she did as told and he wrote some things down before getting back to examining her.

“i will ask you some questions, is that okay?”, she agreed, looking up at him. “do you remember where you were?”

“i… i can’t really tell…”, she answered.

“do you remember anything about earlier?”, she softly denied, her eyes filling up with tears. “can you tell me about your life for a bit then?”

“well… my name is hwang nari, i’m 20 years old…”, nari told him, earning some gasps around the room. “hm, i’m an idol. also me and my brothers we just debuted. we have a comeback coming up and i can’t be injured for it…”, she mumbled out, obviously upset at the thought of not participating of the ‘first’ comeback.

seungkwan, hoshi, dokyeom and chan quickly excused themselves from the room and went outside. they all had tears in their eyes. she couldn’t remember they were on tour and about their successful journey, nari doesn’t remember anything from 2015 until now. how were they supposed to go back to touring if their sister didn’t even now they were doing it in the first place? was she just messing around with them because she wanted to see their reactions? god, they were so confused about it all.

what made them even more emotional was the fact that the first thing she thought about was their comeback and how much she cared for it. nari never wanted to disappoint anyone, even if she was injured and none of it was her fault.

nari felt really confused when she saw the expressions on their faces. they seemed… sad? confused? she didn’t really know, the hwang girl could only imagine what was going through their minds.

but it nowhere came close to what was actually running through the 13 boys’ minds.

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[tinymoonrider]

Out of Time

Summary: You are a barista at a local coffee shop just trying to get by. Hopefully things get better for you soon.   Warnings: Blood, graphic depictions of death, yandere, creepy, break in, weird notes/letters, obsession, toxic love, unrealistic love The main character is gender neutral. A/N: I recommend listening to Private Eyes by Daryl Hall and John Oates while reading this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aQKmbtp6Pc

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I'm finally home. I toss my apron on the bed and get ready for a shower. A text notification alerts me just as I'm about to play some music to de-stress.

Lynn: "Hey! You off work yet? Have a fav. to ask of you!"

Me: "Yeah, I just got off. What's up?" As I wait for her reply, I go to the kitchen looking for something to eat for dinner.

"So you know that cute guy from my comp-sci class??"

I don't need to finish reading her message to know who she's talking about. In Lynn's Computer Science class, a guy named Jayce switched into her class. From what I heard, a couple of days after he switched in, they had to do a group project together. Lynn was pretty excited as she mentioned that they, in her eyes, had really hit it off.

"Of course, what's up?"

"Well, we're going out!" I smile.

"I'm very happy for you Lynn!" I head back to my room, plopping on my bed.

"Thanks! :) I'm so excited. Our first date is going to be tomorrow!" After a couple of back and forth messages, Lynn says goodnight, allowing me to go back to my original objective.

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My speaker fights the hiss of the water against the tiled floors. I sigh, warm water massaged and dragged away the grime of the day. I stand under the water for a couple minutes longer, wanting to enjoy the stillness of the moment.

The song I'm listening to as I finish up my shower, cuts out just as it gets to my favorite part. At first I thought it was just my speaker dying on me. I turn off the water, the cool air nipping at my wet skin, I go to inspect my speaker. Tapping it against my palm, the music starts to play again. I smile and start to change into something more comfortable. Swaying my hips to the beat of the song, I mouth along the lyrics as I get changed. Just as the chorus was about to start, I prepared to belt it out, only for it to cut to static.

What the–

A loud crash comes from downstairs. I jump, grabbing my phone, I immediately dial the police. After ringing a couple of times, I'm only met with the harsh dial tone and the automated voice message telling me to try again. I tried a couple more times before I gave up and decided to head into my room. Quickly, locking the door, I look for my pepper spray in my bag and the knife beside my bed.

Preparing myself mentally, I head downstairs to make a run for the police station. I tip toe out of my room, navigating my way towards the living room and in the direction of the front door. In the kitchen I noticed that the lights were on, the curtains blowing gently against the wind. I thought I was more than sure that the window was closed. None the less, I opt for continuing with my original plan.

I head towards my front door and turn off the security alarm. Taking a deep breath I get ready for a sprint. Just as I open the door, taking a step outside, my speaker blares loudly from the bathroom. I scream.

Crap!

I whip out my weapons and brace for an impact. The pepper spray canister shields my face while my knife is held firmly between my fingers. The black blade, point side down, ready to stab and slash at my attacker. I hear another loud crash from the kitchen, I scream again, my knife waving frantically through the air. I press down on the button on the top of my pepper spray but nothing happens. After what feels like years, I calm down and open my eyes. I search the area around me. No signs of an intruder. Making sure to unlock the tab on my pepper spray, I ready myself to go into the kitchen.

Quietly, I charged into the kitchen, blood coursing through my veins. I felt like I was ready for anything. Upon walking in, I don't see anyone. I stand alone in my kitchen, frantic and clammy, feeling stupid. On the floor, however, two rocks sit in front of me, glass like confetti on the floor. I take a deep breath, desperate to compose myself before continuing on to search the rest of the house. Once safe, I take a picture of the mess and clean up the glass and rocks. It’s only then, that I notice the lyrics to the song, the song that looped on my speaker since it came back to life. Echoing throughout the house,

“‘Private eyes

They’re watching you

They see your every move’”

I ran upstairs to turn off the unsettling music.

“‘They’re watching you watching

You watching you watching you.’”

--

I do another round through the house and head back to my room. Locking my door, I look for my phone and try to take deep breaths. Once found, I text Lynn about what happened.

Inevitably, because of course, the messages don’t go through. An error notification in its place. I curse.

What do I do now?

Sitting on my bed I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Leaning back, I hear a small crinkle of paper being crushed under my weight. Confused I got up and looked underneath where I had sat. There was a slightly crushed envelope with my name scrawled in black ink. A poor imitation of crude cursive, barely making it legible to read.

I take my knife and slide the blade under the top flap, carefully running it along the fold, I take the note inside and read it.

“Hello Doll,

I hope you’re having a great day. You looked especially ravishing today. I know customers can be particularly frustrating… to say the least. But, you made it and I am so, so very proud of you, Doll. Now, try to get some rest.

Love,J”

I crumple up the note and throw it out, unsure of what to make of it and how it got into the house in the first place. I lay down on the bed, my back facing my closet. I close my eyes, trying to get some rest for the challenging day ahead of me.

--

At work, I search my locker for a spare apron.

I can’t believe I lost another one!

After five minutes of searching in vain, I go into the back and grab one of the extras, as well as a new name tag. Grabbing a marker I neatly print my name and pin it to my chest.

At work, I fight to survive the lull and rush of the day until my hour break. While dealing with customers, I try not to yell, fight, or maim any of them from my side of the counter. I wait for my coworker, Elijah, to come back from his lunch break. Speaking of, he walks in, taking his time to get back behind the counter and to clock back in.

“Hey, sorry. You can go now.” The stench of smoke wafts to me, the smell of smoke clings to his clothes. I can’t stop myself from cringing. I mumble out a thanks and head over to a computer. “Say… I was wondering if you wanted to… I don’t know�� Go out sometime? Grab some dinner… maybe catch a show?” He flashes me a grin as he leans against the counter. His crooked yellow teeth clash against… well… everything about him. Politely, I decline.

“Whatever, you’re ugly anyway.” Elijah turns away from me, messing around with some of the cups.

--

I peak at the time on my phone. About two more minutes until I have to go back inside.

Fucking kill me.

Groaning, I get my things together and ready myself to go back inside. Just as my alarm goes off I walk towards the back entrance. A man sprints out from the back doors, knocking me over on his way out. Shocked, I called out for him.

“Hey! What the

hell?”

He doesn’t stop. I watched as he crossed the street, effectively disappearing from my sight. Getting up, I brush myself off and look for Elijah.

“Hey Elijah? Who was that?” Upon walking in, I see him sprawled out on the floor. His legs bent backward and twisted. Feet forced into an unnatural position. His arms were twisted and cuffed behind him. His face was bloodied and bruised. Eyes leaking blood, lips covered in cuts and gagged, blood pooling around his body.

I scream and run out to the front. I scream for someone to call an ambulance while I grab a first aid kit only to find the place completely evacuated. I rush back to my coworker and I call the ambulance while I do my best to patch him up.

While the ambulance takes him to the hospital I talk to the police. They give me a report of his condition: Forty stab wounds, three minor cuts. There were no in person witnesses and the only one who could account for any suspects was me. The security footage was cut a couple of minutes after I had left and went back online as soon as the suspect had left the building. It only caught the backside of his all black outfit.

Elijah died on the way to the hospital.

--

I was allowed three days off, after a bit of negotiation, to collect myself. That day I got home from the police station, I curled up into a ball and didn’t move until I was forced to go back to work. I couldn’t stop thinking about that day. What had happened. Had I not gone on my break when I did, I would’ve been dead. Lying in my own blood, fighting for another breath. Fighting to stay away from the light.

Would I have been able to fight against it? Would I have been able to stop the inevitable?

After my break was over, I forced myself back to work. I was told by the police to try and act as though everything was normal and to not talk about what had happened.

--

At work, I was distracted. During my shift I was overworked and tired as others had to fill in his spot until we got another hire. I wasn’t allowed to disclose what had happened to anyone. Word still got out though. I would conduct interviews with different applicants, many of whom would ask about what happened that day. I could never bring myself to describe what I had seen, even if I really wanted to. After a moment of silence, they’d leave unsatisfied. Thinking about that day makes my heart race. I'd break out into a cold sweat and from what others had said, I'd apparently go pale, all color draining from my face.

My manager, Abigail or Abi for short, asks me to start hiring everyone who comes to the interview. Even if they aren’t all that qualified, the cafe needs more workers. “They can be trained. What’s important is that we get someone to cover the shift while we find someone better and

willing

.”

Interview after interview, it seemed as though we wouldn’t get anyone. Those who came in ended up not showing up ever again. A couple of times many of us had hope. The new hire would show up for work that day, only to disappear without a trace during their break sometimes, if they made it through their first day, they wouldn't come back the following one.

Luckily, Lynn’s boyfriend, Jayce, came in, our help wanted a sign one hand, he held it out for me to take. “I’ll take the job.” Before long, he was hired. It was weird having him around working with me. I had only seen him once from a sneaky picture Lynn had taken of him during her class. Sun-kissed skin, short black hair, with warm honey eyes. Even I had to admit, he looked good.

After showing him the basics, he was an official employee of the cafe. Working with him slowly made things easier for me. The different stressors of life were lifted slightly with him at work. He’d do his best to make me smile or laugh. Helping me whenever he could and generally making sure that I was okay throughout the day. He knew just how stressed I was just by looking at me. I really appreciated that about him.

Lynn, who was usually busy with her classes, would come to visit us at least once a week. She was ecstatic that we were working together. “My two favorite people in one place!” She said, the first time she came to visit. “My boyfriend,” she grabbed his arm from over the counter, “and my best friend! What more could I ask for?”

--

It had been a couple of months after Jayce was hired, things had been quite normal around the cafe. Lynn and Jayce’s relationship, however, was anything but.

About six months into their relationship, Lynn seemed off around him. She would soon visit us less and less. When she did visit us, she would be distant with Jayce sometimes out right ignoring him. It was like this until she didn’t talk to him at all.

I wasn’t really sure of what went wrong between the both of them. One day when she came in, she was very noticeably angry with Jayce. Making sure to only ask me questions, having me take her order and hand it to her. He would just glare from across the counter, ignoring her jabs at him. She sat down at the other side of the room on one of the singular sofa chairs. “Can you grab more milk from the back… We’re running low.” I nod and head into the back. Grabbing a couple of cartons of milk, I walked back to the front of the store, where they were having a full blown fight.

I should give them some privacy.

Leaving the milk on the counter near Jayce, I go to the employee locker area and go on my phone. Doing my best to tune out their conversation, I decided to look for my headphones.

--

After about ten minutes, their heated conversation was still going strong. I take a deep breath and look for something else to do. Going into my locker, I find a note taped to the inside of the door. Something that was somehow both sticky, crusty, and slimy smeared all over the page. Smearing some of the words on the note. The substance had even turned yellow in some parts.

“October 10th

Darling,

I find myself in a situation most unpleasant. From the last time we talked, I realized I made a mistake. I know I have lost my temper and I apologize greatly for it. I know seeing your coworker in pain, must've taken a lot out of you, but just know that I did it for you. Your love. Your devotion... But alas, I knew that because of what I did, I didn’t deserve you.

Although it may have seemed like I left you alone, I can assure you, that I’ve always stayed close by. I am your guardian angel after all!

I digress... I know you must be wondering,

‘what do you mean by ‘unpleasant situation?'' ‘How can I help my wonderful guardian?’

Well, my wonderful little angel, you can help me by getting me out of my predicament. You see, after trying to ward off a man, clearly worth no one’s time— especially not

yours

, I had to find myself a cover to blend into society more. To lessen the heat that had been put upon me due to what I had done.

Anyway, continue going to work as usual and I’ll see you

soon

, my Love.

Your’s truly,

Your Guardian Angel”

I crumpled the note into a little ball.

I need to find a new job.

Standing up, I see Jayce standing there in front of me. His eyes fixated on my hands. “Jayce? Everything alright?” His eyes snap to mine, his body uncomfortably still. An unnatural look adorning his features.

“Oh yeah… Yeah, I’m good— um… Lynn and I are going to take a break. Like an indefinite break. I-I guess we just…” He lets out a sigh, “We just weren’t meant to be.” His shoulder drops along with his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Jayce. Is everything going to be okay?” He nods. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day-off to cool down from what happened. Abi, will be here soon anyway. It’s no problem.”

He shakes his head, “I can stick around for the rest of my shift. I might want to take a day off tomorrow though. If that’s alright?”

I nod, “I can talk to Abi.” He gives me a small smile and heads back to the front.

--

Today was my day off for the week. Jayce and Lynn haven’t talked since that day. A couple of months have gone by since then, since I’ve been able to see Lynn. She hasn’t been answering her calls or texts. I figured she needed some time for herself and that maybe her classes have been hitting her harder than usual lately. Possibly needing some time to just focus. I wonder how she’s doing…

As I put on my favorite show and relax, I get a text message from Lynn. She asks for me to come over as quickly as possible. I got ready, grabbed my things and rushed over to her apartment. Once there, I'm out of breath and weakly lifting my hand, I knock on her door only for her to swing it open and drag me inside. Slamming it shut, she locks us in and collapses in her small kitchen. Her eyes darted from left to right, body shivering despite her thick hoodie on. Putting an arm around her, she swatted me away in a panic.

“Hon, you need to calm down. What is going on?” Her eyes were outlined with thick dark circles, her skin a pale white. Her lips, chapped, cemented into a fearful frown. Stuttering to get a couple of words out, she eventually gives up, hobbling to her bedroom. I follow her and help her to sit on her bed. Lynn’s cheeks are sunken in slightly, her cheekbones seem more accentuated than usual. She handed me a couple of envelopes. Many of them were torn into, others, while not many, were still intact.

I read through the letters. Each one was progressively getting worse. It started off as mildly concerning. It described that the sender was more than done with her. That they were upset with the things that she had told the police and threatened to take action against her unless she were to retract her statements. They were upset at something she had done. But, as the letters continued, they went into more and more detail of what they’d do when they “got their hands on her”. I felt sick to my stomach the more I read. At some point I couldn't continue reading. The graphic details describe how this twisted person wanted to kill Lynn. How they wanted to torture her. Make her suffer just as much as Elijah did that day.

Trying my best to stay calm, I gather up the letters, “I’m going to call the police, don’t worry. Just stay put, I’ll check the doors too.” Lynn was too tired to answer. She groaned as she fell back into her bed, eyes closing with a sigh of relief.

I went into the living room and made sure to lock the door. On the call with police, I described what had been happening to Lynn. I described the letters she's been receiving as well as the possibility of needing medical attention. After giving them the address, I thank them and hang up.  "They’ll be here in ten minutes! I’ll cook you some soup while we wait.” Prepping the ingredients I got started on the soup.

As I let the ingredients cook, I went back to Lynn’s room to check up on her. My blood shot to my head. My mouth opened but no sound would come out.

“Such a shame really. She knew too much.” Jayce’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer, “Don’t worry, Baby.

I’ll take good care of you.”

[dankusner]

Roy Hargrove - Rock With You Live @ Blue Note 2018

FILM A poignant look at a jazz great

Doc tells part of Dallas trumpeter Roy Hargrove’s story — thorns and all

There’s a scene in the poignant documentary Hargrove where Erykah Badu gets teary-eyed recalling the late Dallas trumpeter Roy Hargrove.

The two had been tight since the ’80s, when both were learning their craft at Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts. By 2003, Badu was the bigger star of the two. But she was still nervous when the pint-size trumpeter with the big, muscular tone invited her to sing on his genre-blurring album Hard Groove.

“It’s intimidating to play with such a gifted musician, even though we were great friends,” says Badu, an executive producer of the film.

Hargrove had that effect on people. And for good reason.

One of the most soulful players in jazz, he was a legend the moment he put out his debut album in 1990. Onstage, he was an exquisite improviser. 

On record, he was a gifted composer and shapeshifter, jumping from bebop to hip-hop to funk and beyond. 

When he experimented with Cuban music on the 1997 album Habana , he nabbed his first Grammy.

An entire generation of young jazz players idolized him. “He was our hometown hero. He was, like, the goal ,” Norah Jones once told me.

Sadly, he crossed the finish line way too soon. Hargrove was just 49 when he died in 2018 of complications from kidney disease, after years of battling drug addiction.

First-time director Eliane Henri — a longtime friend of Hargrove’s — doesn’t shy away from the thorny side of Hargrove’s story in the film, which is now streaming on pbs.org and the PBS app. 

Wisely, she doesn’t make it the movie’s main focus either. Instead, she deals with it quickly and sensitively.

Wynton Marsalis — who helped discover Hargrove in 1986 during a visit to Booker T. — talks about sending his young disciple to rehab, with no success. 

“I should have been more proactive,” he says in the film.

The movie then jumps to Europe, where Hargrove was on tour in 2018, struggling to stay clean. “I’m fighting with myself,” he says. “I really want to go outside and try to find some drugs, but I can’t do that.”

Honest moments like those prompted Aida Brandes-Hargrove and Kamala Hargrove, his widow and daughter, to issue a statement saying the trumpeter never saw or approved the final movie. “While the film contains some beautiful and important footage of Roy, this is not the film he envisioned.”

It truly is a beautiful movie, shot mostly on the Mediterranean coast of Italy and France in 2018. It turned out to be Hargrove’s final tour.

While Henri was denied the rights to use the trumpeter’s own compositions, she includes stunning scenes of Hargrove covering classics like Miles Davis’ “So What” and Michael Jackson’s “Rock With You.” His radiant trumpet style comes through loud and clear. So does his passion for teaching young musicians at the all-night jam sessions he thrived on.

“He’s here every night, trying to push us in different ways,” a wide-eyed young pianist says at a New York jazz club.

There are plenty of lighthearted scenes, too. Hargrove explodes in delight when when he scores an expensive pair of sneakers he’s been coveting. Later, out of the blue, he croons the entire theme song to The Beverly Hillbillies.

At other times, the movie is heartbreaking. Filmed in the last two years of the musician’s life, Hargrove finds the trumpeter looking tired and frail as he stops walking so he can catch his breath and light up another cigarette. 

Henri — who’s very much a part of the film, onscreen and off — asks him about the grueling kidney dialysis he’d been undergoing for more than a decade and presses him on why he’s not seeking a kidney transplant.

“Right now, I’m on the fence about it ... eventually, I’ll do something,” he says, his eyes hidden by omnipresent shades.

There’s a cinema verité element to Hargrove, especially the scene where he and his longtime manager Larry Clothier yell at each other about what Henri can and cannot film. 

That leads to a long tangent where Hargrove’s friends debate whether Clothier was fleecing his client, an accusation the trumpeter flatly denies: “He’s like a father to me.”

The film includes incisive commentary from more than a dozen of Hargrove’s colleagues, including two of jazz’s greatest living elders, Sonny Rollins and Herbie Hancock. “I had no idea how amazing he was. [His playing] was like lightning,” Hancock says, recalling their first jam session at Caravan of Dreams in Fort Worth when Hargrove was 17.

But as deep as Hargrove goes in defining his music, a few chapters are missing in his life story. 

The movie skips over his unconventional childhood, which saw young Roy living with relatives, not his parents, for a big chunk of his early life. 

And it never explores how, as a shy teenager, Hargrove was totally unequipped to deal with the white-hot spotlight, the hype and the temptations that came with sudden fame.

“When I first heard about Roy, frankly, I was a little worried about him. There was so much attention being paid to this young kid, and I didn’t want the industry to overrun him, you know?” trumpeter Terence Blanchard told me last year.

Yet those are minor quibbles about an eloquent film that captures the power of Hargrove’s music and the ultimate sadness of his story. Near the end of the film, Henri sits next to Hargrove in a French cemetery and asks him his thoughts on death.

“No!” he says, laughing. “I don’t want nothin’ to do with that yet ... I guess, maybe because I’m close to it.”

Hargrove isn’t a feel-good music doc that will ever show up on the “Top 10 Movies on Netflix Right Now” list. It’s a complicated portrait of an all-too-brief life that recalls Let’s Get Lost , the famous 1988 documentary about another doomed trumpeter, Chet Baker.

Let’s hope aspiring young jazz players watch both films and try to emulate the superb musicianship, not the musicians’ lifestyles.

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Weird question, but does anyone know where to get replacement dolls clothes for barbie sized dolls?

It’s my daughter’s 4th (!) birthday today and she’s been bought her first doll, a singing Elsa doll (thanks grandma 😒) and the dress on it is so plasticky and stiff. So I really want to find a replacement for it or make a replacement for it maybe?

[storiesforallfandoms]

brat ~ eminem

word count: 2559

request?: yes!

“Hello could I request a Eminem x reader smut and he’s more dominant in it please ?Thank you 🤍”

“I love reading everything you write about Marshall, but I noticed there is not a lot of smut, and I absolutely adore how you write smut about him, would you mind writing one? If you're comfortable ofc, I was thinking of fan/him or just as a couple, I loved the one you wrote and the daddy thing as well👏🌺”

description: in which she decides to push her luck with her boyfriend to see what the outcome will be

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (dom!marshall, sub!reader, choking, spanking, bondage, teasing with toys, orgasm denial, unprotected pinv)

masterlist (one, two)

Despite your excessive bratty-ness all day, you hadn’t exactly planned to be tied up to the bed waiting for your punishment.

Marshall was a workaholic. No one could deny that. He was very open about that himself. If he wasn’t recording, he was writing. If he wasn’t righting, he was producing. If he wasn’t producing, he had something going on with his record label or with Paul. If he wasn’t doing all of that, he was recording another album or another single or another feature. It was an endless cycle of work for him.

He often apologized for being so wrapped up in his work, but you couldn’t really blame him. Rap was Marshall’s first love; his main obsession. He had loved rap and hip hop longer than you had even known each other. You could never bring yourself to be truly upset whenever he was deep in his work, even if it did leave you a little annoyed sometimes.

But this time was different.

You weren’t sure why, but you were incredibly needy and horny. You were like a cat in heat - all you wanted to do was jump Marshall’s bones and have him take you however he wanted.

But, of course, he was busy writing.

He had stayed home on this particular day instead of going to the studio to write, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because that meant he was home and could help to relieve you of your neediness, but a curse because that meant he was much closer than normal while still being just as busy as normal.

You had been laying on your shared bed, the ache between your legs seemingly just growing with every passing second. You were considering just trying to fix it on your own, and maybe even moaning loud enough for Marshall to hear to see what his reaction would be, when a similar idea hit you.

You quickly got up and put on some lingerie you had bought a while ago and had been waiting to wear for Marshall. You loosely wrapped a silk robe around your body, letting it hang open just enough that he’d be able to see you were wearing nothing underneath it.

You walked to Marshall’s office as silently as possible so that you didn’t alert him that you were coming. He had the door open, luckily, so all you had to do was stand there in the best sexy pose you could come up with, and hope that your plan was about to work.

Marshall was leaned over his desk, scribbling down something on a piece of paper. Without looking up, he said, “I’m sorry, babe, I’m still busy. I’ll try to finish up soon.”

“You can finish something soon,” you said, trying to sound as sultry and seductive as possible.

He started to chuckle as he looked up at you, but the moment his eyes landed on you the humor went from his face.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” you asked him, a smirk growing on your face.

He looked you up and down for a moment. You couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction in you when you saw him shuffle in his seat, his dick undoubtably growing hard just from the sight of you.

You were disappointed, however, when his head lowered again and he said, “I really can’t right now. I’m in the middle of a song.”

You huffed an annoyed sigh, about to turn and leave, when a new idea popped into your head.

You slowly made your way into the room, stopping at the other side of Marshall’s desk. You leaned forward, pressing your boobs together with your arms so that they were more visible. You could tell Marshall was trying so hard not to look up at you, which was both pleasing you and frustrating you more.

“You can take a little break, can’t you? I’ve been so horny all day and nothing will please me the way your cock does,” you said.

His writing faltered a moment.

Please break, please break, please break.

“Once I’m done we’ll have all night for me to help you. Wouldn’t you prefer that?” he asked.

“Not as much as I’d prefer to be fucked on this desk right now,” you responded.

Still, he didn’t budge.

But you refused to be deterred. You were going to try your damnedest to get Marshall to break. If nothing worked, then you’d admit defeat. But until then, you were determined.

You walked around his desk and stopped just behind him. You put your hands on his shoulders, slowly digging your thumbs into his shoulder blades and rubbing slow circles there.

“You’re so tense though, baby,” you told him. “You could use a break from being hunched over this desk.”

A groan of pleasure escaped Marshall’s lips as you continued to massage his shoulders. You smirked to yourself before lowering your lips to start kissing his neck. He moved his head to the side a little, giving you leeway to kiss as much of his neck as you could. A few more moans and groans spilled from his lips, and you were sure this was your victory, until you felt his hands on yours, pushing you away from him.

“Hey, stop trying to distract me,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “I mean it, (Y/N), don’t be a brat.”

The name did nothing more than feed the flame that was growing in your stomach.

He thinks I’m being a brat? I’ll show him a brat.

You grabbed his shoulders again and spun his chair to face you. His face showed the same irritation you were feeling, but before he could say anything you climbed onto his lap. The silk robe had fallen open a little more, now showing off the full lingerie set you had picked out. You positioned yourself so that you were grinding directly on his growing bulge.

You resumed your kissing attack on his neck while making small movements with your hips against his crotch. It wasn’t exactly the contact you had been wishing for, but it was enough friction to cause pleasure to run through you. Maybe you could just use him like this; get off this way and leave him all teased and bothered the way you had been all day. It’d be some form of poetic justice you were sure.

Before you could get yourself too far, though, Marshall wrapped a hand around your throat and shoved you off the chair. You stumbled a little, but he caught you, his hand still against your throat as he now stood over you. Your breath caught a little, not that much was getting to your lungs anyways due to the pressure Marshall had on your windpipe.

He spun you around and shoved you down so you were bent over his desk, his hand now pressed against the back of your neck. The sheets of paper he had just been writing on and his pen scattered somewhere on the floor, but it was the last of either of your concerns now.

You were hopeful that this was about to turn into the fucking you had been waiting for. Your core was practically dripping at this point, more than ready to take whatever Marshall had in mind for you.

You yelped in surprise when you felt one of his hands slapping your ass cheek.

“I told you to stop being a brat,” he said before landing another smack against the other cheek. “And what did you do, huh? Did you listen to me?”

You yelped at the third slap, but was quickly muffled when Marshall forced your face down into his desk.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer,” he said. “Did you listen to me when I told you to stop being a brat?”

“N-No sir,” you stuttered out.

“Were you being a fucking little brat?”

“Yes sir, I was being a very bad brat.”

“And you know what happens to brats, don’t you?”

You nodded your head, but remembered his earlier words. “Yes sir. Brats get punished.”

“That’s right, they do.”

He landed a few more smacks on both of your cheeks, leaving them stinging and red. When he finally let go of your neck, you were too afraid to stand up in case he wasn’t finished with you yet.

You had to admit, though, his dominance was really turning you on.

“Go lay on our bed,” he commanded. “Take off that robe and lay on your back. Don’t you dare move, or else your punishment will be much worse.”

You nodded your head and quickly scurried back to the bedroom. You threw the robe off onto the floor and laid down on your back on the bed. You wondered what kind of punishment he had in mind for you, but you weren’t left wondering for long. Soon enough, Marshall walked into the room and kicked the door shut behind him.

And that’s how you found yourself where you are now: naked, both wrists tied to the bedposts, your legs spread as Marshall - who was still fully clothed - knelt between them with one of your vibrators in his hand.

“You were so desperate for me when you have at least two of these things laying around here,” he said, looking at the toy in his hand. “It makes me wonder if they even do the trick for you.”

Your breathing had already become pants as you waited to see where he was going with this, although you had a feeling you already knew.

“I figured I should test that out.”

He turned the vibrator on first to its lowest setting, the hum from the plastic toy filling the room. He lowered the toy against your clit and your body shuddered both from the coldness of the toy and from the vibrations of pleasure that were now coursing through your body.

You writhed against the toy, your back arching and toes curling. Marshall kept a hand on your stomach, constantly forcing you to lay down flat on the bed every time you arched your back. Luckily, he wasn’t further punishing you for not keeping still. You weren’t sure you’d be able to stay still at this moment.

“It seems like it’s working just fine,” he mused. “Maybe it’s the level of it. Let’s turn it up a notch.”

“A notch” ended up being the highest level the vibrator could go to. Suddenly, it was pulsating against your clit so quickly that your whole body was shaking with it. Your soft moans had turned to full on screams of pleasure at this point. You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to last like this. You already felt overstimulated by the vibrator, you couldn’t imagine you’d even be able to last through whatever sex Marshall had in mind.

You whined as you felt the vibrations stop. Marshall turned off the vibrator and threw it to the floor.

“That one seems to be working just fine,” he noted. “Let’s try the other two.”

He repeated the process twice: using the lowest and the highest settings on your vibrators against your clit until you were so close to the edge, only to take it away at the last second. You were so desperate for this release that you felt tears forming in your eyes. You weren’t sure you could take much more of his teasing without completely falling apart.

“Awe, it looks like the little brat might’ve learned her lesson.” Marshall gently wiped a falling tear from your cheek with his hand. “Did you learn your lesson, little brat?”

You nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’ve learned my lesson. I promise I won’t be a brat anymore, I promise.”

“I believe you.”

He gave you a tender kiss on your lips before reaching up to untie your restraints. When you were free, he stood from the bed and shed himself of his clothes.

In a complete juxtaposition from his teasing and punishment, Marshall was much more gentle when he entered you. He gave you a minute to adjust to his size inside of you before his hips started to thrust at a slow pace.

“Please,” you begged. “Please go faster. I need to cum, please sir.”

A shit eating grin formed on Marshall’s face, which would’ve annoyed you in any other circumstance. But once his thrusts became quicker and rougher, all you could think about was the growing orgasm you were feeling once again. If he denied you this one, you were sure you’d absolutely fall apart beneath him.

But he didn’t deny you this one. He kept fucking you as you screamed his name and your walls began to contract around him. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you started seeing stars with the intensity of your orgasm. You swore you had never came that hard before but it felt like your entire body was light as air as you rode out your orgasm.

It wasn’t much longer until you felt Marshall’s thrusts become sloppy and his cock twitching inside of you. You tried to form the words to tell him he could finish inside of you, but you were effectively tongue tied. You could barley even get your noises of pleasure out now.

He didn’t need the encouragement, though. Within moments, Marshall was biting down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as his seed spilled inside of you.

You both laid together for a few moments, trying to compose yourself. Your body felt exhausted but at the same time it also felt incredibly good. It was the release you had been waiting for all day, and the one you direly needed after all of Marshall’s teasing.

He pulled out of you finally and went to get the two of you cloths to clean yourselves. You halfheartedly wiped up the mixed juices between your legs and threw the cloth to join the other discarded clothes on the floor before grabbing the blankets and slipping under them.

Marshall chuckled. “Tired now?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted. “I’m sorry I took you away from your songwriting.”

“No you’re not.”

You chuckled. “Okay, maybe not entirely sorry. Just a little sorry.”

He shrugged his shoulders and got into bed with you. “It’s alright. You were right, I do need a break.”

“You seemed very invest in what you were writing, though.”

“Yeah I was. Maybe too invested. I can finish it tomorrow. I wanted to work from home today so I had more time with you, and I still ended up in my office writing the whole day.”

“It’s your job and your passion. I get it. I was just so horny all day and I really wanted you to fuck me.”

Marshall wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him. “Well, I’m glad I could help your problem then.”

“I am, too.”

He kissed your forehead as you settled against his chest. You really were feeling pretty tired now. Your eyes were slowly starting to close, sleep starting to take over your body.

“Rest up,” Marshall whispered into your ear. “When you’re ready, I’ll be taking you for round two.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the sleep to wash over you as quick as possible so you could be awake again soon.

[trin-gvf]

S.F.K - Morning sex

3.1k words minors DNI

sub!sam x fem!dom

WARNINGS: mommy kink, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap), overstmulation, slapping, degradation

this is very smutty hope u enjoy 😙

your face contorted as you felt wet licks to your cheek. you furrowed your eyebrows as you soon realized it was rosie coming in to give you morning cuddles.

"awww hi baby! hi ms. rosie! good morning, pretty girl!" you said in your baby voice, petting the dog that was atop of you. she gave you licks and kisses as you laid there, waking up before deciding to walk and try to find your boyfriend.

"alright rosie, cmon girl let's go" you said, letting her outside the sliding glass door you guys had in your shared room. you didnt bother to stay and let her back in, knowing she would come in through the doggy door in the livingroom.

once you shut and locked the door, you looked down at your body, seeing the marks and scratches you had gotten due to the events last night. you looked around, not quite wanting to put clothes on just yet. you decided on a satin robe you had recently bought. it was an emerald green robe with a floral print around the shoulders and down the sides of your body. you tied it up to where you could see the cleavage of your boobs, but your nipples just shy of showing. it didnt do well to cover your ass, about half of it was still out but your could care less.

it covered your pussy in all the right ways, just barely revealing it when you walked. as you finished admiring yourself, you walked down into the kitchen. you smelled the aromas of pancakes, oatmeal, coffee and vegans eggs and sausage.

you sneakily made your way and wrapped your arms around his stomach, kissing his bare back.

"hi sammy" you said as he put his hand on your two hands.

"good morning, my love"

you both swayed to the vinyl playing in the back. it was your favorite song.

"all this for me, sammy?" you questioned, still hugging him from the back.

"i wanted to surprise you" he said, you didnt even need to see his face to know a blush had crept onto it.

"you look good, baby" you whispered, barely loud enough to hear.

"thank you, love" he said

you kissed his back once again, feeling the muscle under it relax as you pressed your lips to it.

"so pretty for me…" you said as you took small nibbles at his skin. it caused goosebumps to spread across the exposed skin. you nibbled up to his shoulders, the spot where his neck met his shoulders and finally his neck. it was a more a mix of wet kisses, your tounge swiping across his sweet, sweet skin and lastly those nibbles that made him fall to his knees for you.

"y-y/n..im cooking breakfast-"

"oh? youre cooking breakfast? too bad." you said as you left his skin cold, walking away. you leaned against the table. giving him a good, great view even of your body through the robe.

"wait y/n- ohh my god" he gasped as he turned towards you.

his eyes sunk into his head, he froze in his spot and nothing but whimpers were coming out of his mouth.

"sammy, baby? whats wrong?" you questioned until you heard a small "drip"

oh. my. god.

he just came in his pants. he actually came in his pants.

"wh-when did you…i- well uh…when did you get that-...that uh robe"

you walked up to him, touching his bare chest.

"its brand new, baby, pretty isnt it?"

you took his hands and let him untie the robe, letting it fall to your sides, exposing your breasts and your now soaked pussy.

"yeah..yeah its really pretty.."

"yeah? you think so? pretty enough to make you cum on the spot?"

you both looked down the very visible wet spot running down his leg and the white sticky liquid that was now on the floor.

"i-i couldnt help it! you look too good."

"tell mommy how pretty she is." you whispered as you nibbled on his ear lobe, kissing down his neck. as he rambled those stupid fucking words to you, you stuck a hand in his pants. his pants were flowy and a pretty floral design on them. you pulled his cock out and got on your knees.

"mommy youre so gorgeous, dont wanna do anything but worship you. could look at you for hours and hours- oh- oh fuck!" he was interrupted with your mouth on his cock.

you teased him by sucking on just the tip of his cock, giving it the softest kitten licks. you finally put the rest of the tip into your mouth, sucking off the cum that was left from what the poor boy had just done.

"you dirty boy. came just at the sight of mommy. what am i going to do with you?"

he went to answer but before you could, he let out a cry. you shoved his cock all the way down your throat and massaged at his balls.

he put a hand into your messy bed hair and tried to move your head, leading you to pull off of him.

"look at you, youre like a whore trying to cum any chance he gets. is my baby a whore?"

he stood stunned for a second before you stood up and pulled his hair.

"i asked you a question, mister. you better answer me."

"yes! yes mommy!"

"whose whore are you?"

"im-im yours!"

being satisfied with the answer, you fell back to your knees.

"i think mommy should get these icky things off her baby." you said, more talking out loud to yourself than him. you pulled his pants off and watched as he stepped out of them.

you kissed his thighs, causing your poor boy's legs to shake.

you put your two hands on his ass and looked up at him.

"gunna be a good boy for mommy?"

he nodded.

"use your words, samuel."

"yes mommy im gunna be so fucking good for you"

you smiled as you licked the underside of his cock, watching it jump as your tongue traveled it. when you got to the tip of it, you gave the top side small kisses. you finally took him into your mouth. you took about half of him yourself, the lower half being pushed into your throat by your hands on his back side.

you watched his mouth fall open as he looked down to watch you swallow his dick. his hair fell perfect around his face, framing it in an almost angelic way.

you pulled away, gasping for air as you stayed on his cock for too long. once you felt you were stable enough, you lowered your mouth onto his cock once again. this time you bobbed your head. every other time you came up, you would find some degrading thing to tell him.

"you sound like a fucking porn star. such a shame only mommy's ears get to hear it."

samuel had a kink for getting caught. he would wish that just once you would be loud enough for his brothers to hear while theyre spending the night. or he would try to pull a move on you in movie theaters, loving the thrill of it all.

when you came up once again, you spoke sinful words towards the boy.

"mommys little slut, your stupid whimpers are pathetic. couldnt even hold yourself together seeing me this morning."

as you placed your lips back down to his cock, bobbing your head, wet noises and gags were heard all through the livingroom.

"mommy please 'm gunna cum!"

you kept going, eye-ing him to give him the permission to cum. you watched sam release his cum down your throat. the man above you didnt know what to do because he felt so good. his arms were shaking and moving positions every other second because he just felt too good.

you pulled off of him, a string or two of spit still connecting between your lips and his cock.

you stood up and gripped the back of his hair, pulling his head closer to yours. you pulled him in for a kiss as he tasted the sweet, sweet cum he had provided you with.

he placed his hands on your hips as you guided both your bodies down the hallway back to the room you just woke up in. sammy sat at the edge of the bed, watching you.

you ever so slowly let the robe fall down your body. you giggled as you watched sams dick jump again.

"aw what, your cock isnt gunna cum for me again? untouched? like a fucking 14 year old?" you watched him try to act like your words didnt go straight to his cock.

you let your hand fall down to your chest, squeezing your nipples. it caused you to moan and arch your back against the wall.

when you opened your eyes back up, you saw sam with his dick in hand.

you walked up to him, smacked his cheek and then his hand.

"did mommy say you could touch yourself?"

"no mommy..no you didnt"

"so why are you fucking doing it?"

"it hurts, i need to cum again mommy." he loved using mommy in every sentence. ot gave him a sense of who he belongs to.

"oh yeah? you need to cum again? watch yourself before you say something you regret, my sweet boy." you gave him and soft slap to his face and took a couple steps back. you pulled a chair over, one you kept in your room for this reason specifically, and sat on it.

"now. youre going to watch mommy make herself feel good and you arent going to do a damn thing about it."

"yes mommy.."

"good boy. so good for mommy."

you took your middle and ring finger of your left hand and licked the pads of them, getting them wet enough to circle your clit. once you felt they were wet enough you looked sammy in the eyes as you began to touch yourself. you used your free hand to touch your tit, you sped up your left hand and started to buck your hips.

"ohh fuck sam, oh baby" you moaned, knowing itd get him going.

as you got closer and closer to your orgasm, your fingers went fast and the hand gripping your tit got tighter. you finally tipped over the edge when through your moans, sams little whimpers hit you like a ton of bricks.

"oh fuckfuckfuck" you moaned, eyes still on sam. you squeezed your thigh together and slowly took your hands off your body.

"youre so pretty mommy.." he said.

you hummed in acknowledgment before going over to him. you took the two fingers that were used to fuck your cunt and placed them in sams mouth.

"see how good i taste." you said, sitting in his lap. you made sure his cock was laying flat against his stomach while you did so. you used your free hand to wrap around his neck and looked down at him through hooded eyelids.

"pretty baby.." you cooed as you watched him suck your fingers clean.

you removed your fingers from his mouth and slowly moved your fingers down his torso, down to his cock once again.

he gasped as your fingers swirled around his precum.

"sam, my sweet boy. guess what mamas gunna do for you?"

"wh-whats mama gunna do?"

"im going milk your pathetic little balls until you have nothing left to give me." you whispered in his ear.

a shiver went down samuels spine as you spoke your words.

"are you going to be a good boy about it?"

"im gunna be a good boy mommy. i promise."

you leaned down and kissed his neck as you rutted your wet pussy against his painfully hard cock.

as you moved your hips, wet sloshes came from the two of you. you both had been so wet for each other like never before.

you rubbed your clit against the head of sams cock, causing you to moan against his neck.

sam helped with the pleasure, moving his hips in a perfect way with yours to get the best angle.

"yes yes yes mommy just like that dont stop im so close!" was all you heard before another spurt of hot liquid was spilt over the two of you. sams body has started shaking, 3 orgasms being a lot so far.

you didnt give him anytime to come down from that high before you lined his cock up with your pussys entrance, pushing him into you. sammy tensed up as you did so.

you slowly sunk down, letting his cock bottom out and stretch you out oh so wonderfully.

you gave him small praises.

"such a big cock. fills me up so good. doesn't it?" he just nodded as you were speaking. it wasnt enough for you and you decided to get the answer you wanted.

"tell me how good you fill me up. i want to hear your whiney voice while i fuck onto you." you demanded as you started grinding onto his cock. he hesitantly brought his hands up to your hips, not sure if he had the permission just yet.

"go ahead baby boy, touch mama. mark me up"

with that, he dug his nails into your hips, his eyes starting to water.

"cmon. i wanna hear it. tell me how good i make you feel." you said, keeping a steady pace.

"f-f-feels so good- oh my- and mommy is- fuck- mommy is so tight around- oh my gosh! so tight around my cock!!" you smiled at how much the poor baby struggled to speak. you watched his eyes as the tears started to spill over his water line.

you wiped the tears as you rode closer to your second orgasm.

"come on baby, make mommy cum. cum on your pretty little cock" you moaned out, getting more aggressive with your movements.

as sam got closer to his next orgasm, he leaned down and bit onto your shoulder.

you felt his hot tears the same second you felt his cock twitch. he came for the god know what time, as you came for your second.

you pulled off of him and ordered him to lay down all the way on the bed. he did just that but laid against the headboard some so he could watch you do whatever you were about to do.

you swiped up the cum that fell from your cunt and sucked it off your finger.

"you taste so good. its almost addicting." you said to him, letting a low laugh slip as you watched him shake and cry under your frame.

"whats your color baby?"

"green" he managed to say.

"oh you poor thing. nothing but a needy whore. look at you, shaking, covered in your own cum and you still want more."

more tears managed to find their way out of his eyes.

you didnt know how on earth his cock was still hard but you werent going to complain, this was possibly the hottest thing youve ever experienced with him.

you stroked his cock a couple times before sitting back on his cock. he yelped when you did so, due to his cock being more sensitive than it ever has been before.

"two more times baby. cum for mommy two more times."

he nodded and grabbed at the sheets as you moved against his cock. you took turns between grinding on it and hopping on it. when you would hop on it, he would watch your tits bounce up and down, almost like a kid in a candy store.

he tried to fuck into you, but you wouldnt let that happen.

"don't you dare. mommy didn't give you permission." you scowled at him as you gave his face a slap.

" 'm-m sorry mommy!" was all he was able to say.

"you fucking better be."

you decided to stick with hopping on his cock, feeling his dick twitch and move on its own once again.

"cum for me, cum with me." you said as you felt the rubber band in your stomach snap. you shook on his cock as you felt hot cum fill you up once again. you watched sam as he came, he was basically sobbing at this point but told you to go on. he begged you to go on.

"mommy please please one more time" he said through choked sobs.

"okay. but youre fucking me. mommy was so kind to fuck you and now its your turn."

you knew he couldn't do it. you knew his body was too sore and fucked out to do it but you wanted to watch him struggle as he tried.

he shakily lifted his hips before letting them fall back down.

"mommy- i-i cant…'m too-too.."

"fucked out?" you completed his sentence for him.

"how funny. just a second ago you were begging mommy to let you fuck her. youre nothing but a dumb puppy in heat. aren't you?"

you hopped off his cock as you went down to finish him off with a handjob.

"if you cant fuck mommy then I'll use my hand." you were fully satisfied, you just wanted to watch him squirm once more before you were done. when you felt the cum drip down your thigh, you took it on your fingers and into your mouth. you climbed back onto him once more, opening his mouth and spitting his cum into it.

"taste how good it is."

he swallowed and moved his head, saying that he wanted a kiss. you gave him what he wanted and gave in to a kiss, one full of passion, heat and lust. your tongues swirled as your hand made it was down to his cock one last time. he sobbed into the kiss and you moved your hand up and down. he barely fucked up into your hand as he was already on the verge of cumming his final time. he was so sensitive just came in less that a minute.

you pulled away from the kiss and watched his cock shoot a blank for the very first

"oh look at that. mommy kept her promise. i milked your cock for everything it had."

he caught his breath as his whole body shook. you wiped the tear stained cheeks he collected through this whole process. as he came down from what just happened, you cleaned him and yourself up. there was an ungodly amount of cum on his stomach and stuffed up into your womb. you even cleaned the bit that fell to the floor in the kitchen.

you wobbled around the kitchen, with the same robe on as earlier and fixed a plate for both of you, heating it up and bringing it into your bedroom.

you kissed his forehead and you watched him eat and drink orange juice.

"my sweet boy."

[damiano-mylove]

How you met them and what dating the members of Måneskin would be like

GN!reader, slight NSFW for Damiano *Masterlist*

Vic

You'd definitely meet Vic at the grocery store

She goes grocery shopping every Saturday at 10 am, and you don't know that because you're creepy, you know that because you do as well (being an adult and such)

Over time, you'd both start to notice seeing each other at the same times and places

Vic would eventually come over, after having traded more than a dozen looks with you

At first, she would give you a random complement (that made your heart soar for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time), and you would immediately compliment her back because there are so many things to complement about the unknown girl at the shops

Those random complements would soon turn into full blown conversations that you both looked forward to, every Saturday at 10 am

Conversations turned into doing your grocery shopping together

Vic would ask you to lunch after one of your grocery shopping adventures, which you gladly accepted given the beautiful woman had stolen your heart at first glance

Lunch would go absolutely swimmingly, and it became the new thing

Your relationship with Vic would evolve from doing your grocery shopping together, then having lunch, to basically spending every Saturday together, then seeing each other other days of the week

One night, having drinks at Vic's place, just the two of you, Vic would join your lips together in a sweet harmony that felt all too right

You brushed off the night as drunken kissing

But she held you hand at lunch that following Saturday, and asked to kiss you before you parted ways

The conversation was bound to happen, and it did. After that, you and Vic were officially an item

She introduced you to her friends, and you did the same - your group loving Vic, and her's loving you

Dating Vic would be full of gentle love bites on your tender neck, fruity red wine, painting your nails matching colours, and late nights

On those late nights, Vic would hold you close, a film playing softly in the back, while her attention laid on you

You, her person, her rock. You made Vic's heart go ablaze and she wouldn't trade you for the world

Nor would you for her

Thomas

Thomas gives off strong Boy-Next-Door vibes

One day, your interest was sparked by moving vans outside your window - someone was moving into the flat above you

It was a very loud day (furniture scraping the floors, heavy boxes being dropped, many feet with much too heavy footsteps) but you were baking

You had a function to attend to the following day, so your day was already planned as a day for baking your famous biscuits that literally everyone loved

Ingredients may have a price tag, but kindness does not. Once all the noise subsided, you brought a plate of cookies up to your new neighbour (hoping to at least buy their friendship so they wouldn't annoy you constantly)

When Thomas opened the door, your stomach immediately turned to static

He looked a little tired, no doubt from freshly moving in, but his beauty was still breathtaking

Thomas smiled at you sweetly and thanked you profusely for the biscuits - he told you about how his grandmother made the same type and he loved them

The next day, right after you'd come back from your function, Thomas brought you back the plate with a bashful smile - 'The biscuits were divine, better than grandmama's'

You giggled at his statement, then invited him in for tea and to finish off the biscuits that were "left over" (you'd actually saved them for yourself, but there was no one else you'd rather share them with)

Happily for the both of you, Thomas accepted the invitation, and he stayed in your flat, drinking tea with you and eating biscuits, till the wee hours of the next day

You and Thomas shared smiles from your balconies and the street below, but when you'd be walking the stairs together, it always turned into an invitation for a drink, or to watch a game, or just a chat

About a month and a half of friendship, Thomas asked you to the cinema

You gladly went with him

In the middle of the film, your hands bumped together, both reaching for the popcorn on your lap - resulting in heated faces and looking away

Thomas walked you back to your flat that night, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and legs made of jelly

That next day, Thomas asked you to dinner

'Is this a date or just a hang out?'

'It can be whatever you'd like.'

To no one's surprise, you chose the former option

You never officially confirmed your dating status, but you'd figure Thomas introducing you to his family as his partner was confirmation enough

Dating Thomas would include him singing you mellow songs in the evenings, longing glances shared across rooms, lots of tea at all hours of the day, and extremely stupid jokes that turned sickeningly sweet

Those jokes would occupy your mind for days on end, cherishing every single joke shared

Ethan

As cliche as it sounds, you'd meet in a bar

There was a game on between Lazio and Milan - and you both were dragged there by your friends

People clamored around the bar and television screens, screaming and yelling, and everyone decked out in jerseys (the Lazio jerseys outnumbered the Milan jerseys 3:1)

Funnily enough, you met Ethan in the corridor for the toilets

'With a line this long, I might as well piss outside'

For a first impression, Ethan really did make an impression. One that made you laugh and his cheeks tint red at the knowledge that someone heard him say that

It sparked a conversation while you both waited in the long lines

You discovered that neither of you held too much of a love of football, which absolutely tickled you that someone was in the same boat as you

Ethan waited outside the washroom for you, then suggested you both go outside for a smoke

With a drunken smile (the only way to get through a football match is to drink, lets be real), you agreed and told the friends you came with where you'd be disappearing to

Outside, you and Ethan shared three fags each and lots of laughter and conversation

Surprisingly to Ethan's friends, when everyone came pouring out of the bar after the game finished, Ethan had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss

While being the most shy member of the band, Ethan reacted the most prominently to liquid courage, which you were more than okay with

You traded information, and the next day, you woke up to a sweet text from Ethan, asking you to a cafe to get to know each other in a sober environment

No complaints, you went

Ethan was just as funny as he was last night, and neither of you stopped smiling the entire time you were together

You saw each other quite often after that; sharing the occasional kiss, but full of laughter and stupid faces in silent moments

Eventually, you got brave and asked for Ethan to be your boyfriend

His face and ears went bright red, and he immediately looked to his slender fingers, chuckling nervously - but he happily agreed

Dating Ethan would include a hell of a lot of cuddles, lots of reassurance, few kisses but very meaningful kisses, and more laughter than you've ever shared with anyone else

Ethan will make you one of the happiest people on Earth, and in exchange, he is the happiest, just to have you in his arms in the mornings (even if you drool on him in your sleep)

Damiano

Without a doubt, you'd meet Damiano at a bar

There wouldn't be a game one, it was just a Friday night, and you felt like cutting loose with your idiot friends, whom you very much loved

Damiano would spot you immediately

You, of course, had already spotted him, but your friends were drooling over him, and every single person in the bar was as well, so you just put him out of your mind

That is, until he swaggered right up to you while you were grabbing drinks for your friends who were all on the dance floor

His expensive scent intoxicated you better than any booze behind the bar, making your skin tingle immediately. Damiano radiated heat, but that could've just been how warm it was in the bar from all the people

As the bartender was mixing your drinks, Damiano asked you your name

'A beautiful name for a beautiful person'

You thought he was just looking for a one-night stand, which you were actually quite down for

However, the night was still young, and you still had drinks to deliver to your friends, so you thanked him for the compliment and sauntered off to your friends with the drinks in hand

They called you a myriad of names for you basically turning Damiano down to do what? To dance with people you'd known for years?

Fortunately, walking off hadn't deterred Damiano

His eyes were on you for the entire night, until you built enough nerve to approach him

It didn't take too long for him to offer to bring you back to his place - you didn't need more than a second to accept

That night didn't lead to sex, however. Damiano thought you to be drunk to give him any meaningful consent, so he just left you to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch

When you woke up, you wrote your number with the lipstick in your purse on his bathroom mirror, and you left without a sound to wake him up

He called you that same day and invited you to the bar again

The entire weekend was spent going to the bar, sleeping either with or at Damiano's, which suited you just fine

Unfortunately, you had an actual job that required you to go to work, so when he invited you out on Sunday, you had to decline, then again on Monday

Tuesday, however, you invited him to your place for a couple drinks and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch

Damiano woke up with you for your job and stayed with you as you got ready that morning, smiling at you through the mirror of your bathroom

Soon enough, your nightly encounters turned into real dates that changed location and theme constantly

Damiano was spontaneous and you loved it

He'd call you the cutest pet names under the sun, and bring you everywhere you were willing to go with him

Damiano never called you his partner; you were his lover

When you'd be alone, he always referred to you as 'Y/n, the light of my life, the only flower in my field, the cream in my jeans'

Made you blush like mad, but that was Damiano's favourite part

Dating Damiano would include doing each other's eyeliner, lots of PDA, reading side by side on the couch with a record playing softly, never falling asleep alone

Sleeping beside Damiano was like sleeping next to a furnace, so blankets were never needed, but cuddling was required

if it sucks, y’all gotta tell me😩🙏

for @fairyth0rns , i hope you like it

[jeanswifee]

Maid Service - katsuki bakugo

dilf !bakugo x black reader !

warnings - nsfw, daddy kink, size kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, cream pie, breeding kink

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bakugo was surprised seeing your brown frame standing in his kitchen. he hadn’t expected you to be up, not this early anyway. he took in your appearance immediately almost. a thin clothed cropped shirt barely covering your chest, breast almost spilling out. a pretty necklace at your neck, with the initial of your first name on it. grey pajama shorts barely covering your thighs, stress marks showing a bit making him stare at your thighs a bit longer because it turned him on more than you though. beauty marks scattered across your body, freshly painted feet covered in a pair of white fluffy birkenstock’s. coily long hair in a wash n go fro, curls hovering over your reading glasses that covered your brown eyes.

bakugos eyes never left your ass. it was very plump and your thighs matched as well. how could he not look. he wasn’t the slightest of guilty as he watched you finish up the last batch of eggs, your ass swaying softly as you moved to the oven. you were just the babysitter, yet bakugo couldn’t take his eyes off you. he hated when you teased him like this, shorts barely covering your ass, humming a song that he had been so familiar with. you bent over to grab the cinnamon rolls that you had in the oven and bakugo felt himself stiffen at the sight. your pussy print was showing, your pussy lips almost leaving out your shorts.

you placed the cinnamon rolls on the stove then turned around, “goodmorning mr. katsuki.” you said softly and he rubbed his jaw. “morning.” he said lowly. “you sleep well?” you asked as you smeared icing all over the cinnamon rolls evenly. licking the remainders if it off your finger. although he hadn’t been on the marketing a while, he was almost sure you were flirting with him. he hated being teased like this, especially with his “wife” and children sleeping upstairs. he wasn’t the type to not get what he want and right now he wanted all of you. after months of waiting for his divorce finally come about he said fuck it. he needed you right now.

“i slept well.” he replied before watching as you bent over once more to open the freezer compartment at the bottom of the fridge, before you could get your words out you felt a pair of hands grab you by your waist and you were now standing back up. “mr. katsuki your wife is just upstairs…” you warned as he pressed your ass against his print. you could feel how big it was, arousal wetting your shorts. “do you think i care, i’m getting tired of you and your fucking teasing.” he growled lowly in your ear.

“teasing?” you asked innocently as his thick fingers dug into your waist. “stop acting like you don’t know. walking around here in those tiny ass shorts, bending over as you pick up my children’s toys just so i can see your pussy, always looking at me with those big doe eyes full of nothing but lust and innocence. tell me, have you thought about me fucking the shit out of you. i won’t tell.” he whispered in your ear, causing chills to run down your spine.

you stayed quiet at lost for words because everything he was saying to you as true, you just didn’t think anything would ever happen between the two of you.

you were just a very young maid.

you felt a sting across your ass and you gasped, “c’mon answer me darlin, i don’t have time for your games.” you let out a breath, “y-yes.” you whispered. he grabbed your hair, “yes what?” he asked.

“yes. yes. i think about you fucking the shit out of me mr katsuki.” you said hesitant. he pulled down your shorts immediately after, the air hitting your slick pussy causing you to jump a bit. juices dripped from your whole. “so’ fucking pretty, y’ know that?” he asked as he pulled out his very hard length. he pressed at your entrance a bit before shoving himself inside.

your legs almost buckle but bakugo holds you up with his arm. he was big, too big almost. although you couldn’t see it you knew he leaked with pre cum and his tip had been swollen. muttering curse words underneath his breath as your juices coated him. he wasn’t even halfway in, “please sir, s’ too big.” you whimpered as your fingers gripped the edge of the marble top counter. a small groan escapes his lips as he is welcomed by your warm insides, “take it all for me, would you?” he says gruffly before started to pick up the paste of his thrust. you could feel him hitting your cervix by now and you were squirming.

how could something hurt so good ?

“this is what you wanted isn’t it?” he asked between hard thrust, his timing was almost always right, just when you thought you were on edge he slowed down just to tease. “wanted me to fuck this pretty pussy didn’t you?” he asked snacking your ass. all you could focus on was how hard he was fucking you. the sound of his hips snapping against your ass was loud, probably too loud, your moans even louder. “mhmm.” you hummed lazily as your head fell forward. he started to pound into you fast and your moans started to get louder and louder by the second.

bakugo thought to himself how he could never get bored of this, you were so warm and wet and so welcoming. your pussy had a very firm grip on him too, not wanting him to leave from inside you. his veins grazing against your pussy lips as gave you hard pounds.

“is everything all right down their?” you heard his wife ask and you eyes went wide, bakugo draped his hand around your mouth and started to go crazy. he gave you very fast and constructed thrust, your moans were muffled by his hand and you could feel your mind start to get hazy. the sound of his balls clapping against your clit not even close to slowing down.

“yea- dammit, y/n just needed help with breakfast. she’s fine now.” he yelled and tears started to well up in your eyes. he was handling you so rough at the moment and your glasses were starting to slide off your face.

his wife never responded so you guessed she went back to the room. “see how we almost got fucking caught, you’re too loud darlin.” he said removing his hand. “m’ sorry. it’s just too much.” you whined and he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks open so he could see how wet you were, you were squirting and creaming every second, juices spilling everywhere.

“look at how fucking wet you are, such a fucking slut for me.” he degraded you as he kept his thrust steady. “you like taking daddy’s dick don’t you?” he asked and you nodded your head. “use your words sweetheart.” he said lowly.

“yes daddy, i want more please.”

that was like music to his ears. he was going easy on you but since you insisted, he wanted to give you the full experience, his thrust got harder and faster and you instantly regretted what you said cause now you were full blown crying, hot tears streaming down your face, babbling a bunch of words to praise him, pussy started to close around him and he could feel it.

“you wanna cum don’t you?” he asked and you hummed a small, “uh huh.” and the next thing you know your stomach is knotting up, walls are completely tightening around him, series of broken moans leaving your mouth as your legs become so unstable that you can’t even hold yourself up. finger nails digging into the countertop as he fucked you with no remorse. this was your high and you could feel his starting to come too so you started to fuck him back, even while you were a squirting mess.

“where do you want me to cum?” he asked and you being fucked out you replied.

“inside me please.” you said softly and that was it for him.

“you wanna have my third child? i always thought about how fucking pretty you’d look carrying my seed.”

soon enough he was there too. his fingers digging into your skin, length twitching inside your wall, a low, “fuckkk.” leaving his mouth as he filled you up with his cum. a warm liquid just sitting in your walls.

you were both out of breath. his cum still deep inside you, he pulled up your shorts up and turned you around to face him. your eyes weary and your hands holding onto him. he kissed you on your cheek, “go clean yourself up for me okay? i’ll handle breakfast. remember who’s cum your walls are overflowing with right now.” he mumbled. you looked up at him.

“i can’t walk.” and that’s all it took for him to pick you up and bring you into your room, which was on the bottom floor. he placed you in the bathroom and helped fix you up, making sure you peed afterwards. soon you were all fixed up and you weren’t sure what just happened but it was good.

you were now looking at yourself in the mirror, the blonde behind you too, his hands placed at your waist, “you’re so pretty, know that?” he asked kissing you on your shoulder. blood rushed to your cheeks, luckily he couldn’t tell if you were blushing or not.

“thank you.” you whispered, tiredly, exhaustion was written on the both of your faces. but it was a good exhaustion if that was even possible.

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[mmvalentine]

Lover Like Me pt 7 | Feysand

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 ** Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 LET THE DRAMA COMMENCE. See tags for CWs it's a bit spoilery.

I’ve never been much of a club person myself, and as soon as we step into Rita’s, the pounding music and claustrophobic press of bodies reminds me why. Still, I am constantly reeling at how much everyone keeps doing for me- am actually pushing down the discomfort it brings on what feels like a daily basis- and so I’m more than happy to do things they want to do, even if I really don’t.

I follow close behind Rhys while we order drinks and locate Azriel and Cassian.  I’m holding onto one of Rhys’s belt loops because I’m quite sure if I don’t the crowd will swallow me whole. When Mor produces shots, I down mine quickly and chase it with a gulp of my scotch and soda.

“Hell yeah!” Cassian exclaims, and drinks his, too.

“To Feyre and sold paintings,” Azriel says, and Mor and Rhys raise their tiny glasses to that.

“Alright, alright,” Mor says, waving her hands. “Are we all supposed to hang out together all night or am I allowed to wander off and talk to pretty girls?”

“You can wander,” I tell her with a laugh. “Thank you for being here.” She kisses me on the cheek before she goes.

“Come on Cassian," she says, "I’m pretty sure I saw a set of straight/ gay twins on the way in.” Cassian frowns.

“How do you know-”

“I know…”

I lose their voices quickly, and when I turn back Azriel, too, has melted into the crowd.

“And you?” I tease Rhys. “Tempted to try your luck out there?”

“And leave you to fend for yourself?” Rhys asks, in mock indignance.

“I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

“You’re miserable here," he argues, eyebrows raised.

“How would you know?”

“You were drinking before we could toast your own success.”

I sigh, caught out. “I’ve never really liked clubs,” I admit.

“What is it?” he asks. “The noise? The crowd? The lights?”

“The dancing,” I confess.

“The dancing?” he repeats.

“Yeah I just… I don’t like dancing. I don’t really know how, I just feel so awkward out there.”

Rhys cocks his head at me. “What if you’re dancing with someone else?”

“Well that’s worse, then they’re just looking at me flailing around.”

“That’s not-” Rhys cuts himself off. “If I can make it non-painful, would you dance with me?”

“How are you going to making it non-painful? I think you underestimate my lack of grace.”

“Will you trust me?” He holds out his hand.

And I do. I trust him, even though I should know better; I should have learnt my lesson by now that beautiful men who whisk you away and promise you a better life are not worth trusting. Even though it feels like waiting to fall, waiting for the ground to hit me, I find that I do trust Rhys and the home he has made in Velaris. Maybe it’s because Rhys’s friends are lovely, and they trust him, and that makes it feel safer. Or maybe it’s because I want to trust him, want so badly for the world to be a better place than it has seemed so far. Either way, I finish my drink, put my hand in his, and pretend I’m just talking about dancing.

As we slide between moving bodies and find space before the DJ, I feel my heartrate pick up. Anxious, I’m always anxious when I have to dance in front of people. My mother used to tell me that I take myself too seriously, and it’s true that I don’t like feeling like a fool.

“Put your arms around my neck,” Rhys tells me. I do so, shy as my wrists land on his shoulders, and he looks right at me. “Trust me,” he says again, and before I can reply that I do, his hands slide over my hips.

The shock of his touch has my cheeks burning. We're so close I can feel his breath on my neck, and I swear I get a little dizzy in that instant. I drop my gaze, a Latin pop song is suddenly very loud in my ears, and I don’t know what to do with my feet. “I’ve got you,” Rhys murmurs, and with a light tug he’s holding me tight against him as he starts to move. Just a gentle rock, at first, his hips moving with the rhythm and me, pulled with him.

“Okay?” he asks, and I try to loosen up and let him move me. Try to follow his feet, and wonder how he knows where to step. I nod, and Rhys smiles. This close, it’s so lovely that I have to smile back. The noise of the club is dies right down, the crowd barely there. How can I notice anyone else when Rhys is right here? I'm distracted enough that I don't think so hard about where I'm going, and Rhys moves us a little more. I'm lined up all the way down his front, against the hard wall of his torso, and I can feel the warmth of him through my pale satin shirt as we move little sharper, a little deeper into the music, and oh my gods I’m doing it. I’m dancing, and actually this is fun. I relax a little, and put my teeth on my lip to stop myself grinning like an idiot.

"See?" Rhys says in my ear. "Not so bad right?"

Rhys steps back from me suddenly. Before I can be alarmed, he turns me round, catches me with my back against his chest. I laugh as I land, I sway in his arms and his fingers splay across my hip so he can keep us moving.

"I think this is cheating," I say.

"Nonsense, you're a wonderful dancer."

He curls around me, my hands land on the arm that’s folded over my waist and I lean into him. I can’t help it, it’s so delicious and he doesn’t seem to mind. It’s seamless, it’s easy when he’s doing all the work. I still feel like I’m clumsy on my feet, that my hips don’t move smoothly like his do, but this is the first time that I understand why people like this. When I feel the cold tip of Rhys’s nose on my shoulder, I break out in goosebumps.

He spins me back around and this time he’s holding my right hand, elbow loose as his steps nudge me back and then forward. I'm about to ask him where he learned to dance, but when I meet his eyes the question dies in my throat. The way he's looking at me... it's almost more than I can handle. He leans his forehead against mine, and I'm breathless. I close my eyes, try to remember how to work my lungs.

Rhys pulls back, and when I open them again he's grinning at me. So I grin back and keep dancing with him, and when he twirls and recatches me I just feel so happy. I’m warm like whiskey, and I am so acutely aware of every place our bodies touch. At the hips, and at our hands, and where his fingers press into my lower back. I’m glad of the excuse of the dance, and my inexperience, to cling tighter to him, savour the moment. The crowd sighs, and the liquor spins in my head.

“You’re kind of amazing, do you know that?” I tell him. I don't know when I got so brave.

“I’m not the one who just sold thousands of dollars worth of art,” he says back, white teeth flashing in the coloured lights. I shake my head.

“You just… you are though,” I say. Rhys gives me a strange look, that I can’t quite comprehend.

The song ends and as the next one begins, faster and more electronic than the last one, but we're still standing still. I don't want to leave his arms, not right now and hell, maybe not ever. Is this okay? I think. Am I allowed to like this? To want this? I feel the stroke of his thumb in the small of my back, even though we've stopped dancing. I find myself staring at his lips, they way they're slightly parted, and my fingers have found the edge of his collar at the back of his neck.

Rhys looks as if he is about to say something, when suddenly Mor appears beside us.

"You guys!" she shouts over the music.

"You," Rhys responds, less enthusiastically.

"Are you just dancing with each other?"

"What's wrong with each other?" I ask.

"You're supposed to be meeting your new lover," she tells me.

"My who now?"

"Anyone!" Mor says. "What about Tarquin? He's cute, and he's into you!"

Rhys snorts. "You can do much better than him, Feyre darling."

"A lover like you?" I tease.

His gaze snaps back to mine then, an unexpected intensity in his eyes.

“No,” he says. Snarls it, so angry that I am shocked.

Hurt, actually. Is the idea so repulsive to him?

As quickly as it had come, it vanishes. He looks away, and when he speaks his voice is light again.

"A lover nothing like me, if I can help it."

"Here here," Mor mutters, and scans the crowd as if she could pluck a suitor from the writhing mob.

Rhys's words ring in my ears, but I can't think about it right now. Not here, where it's so loud I can barely process my own thoughts. Rhys's hands are still on my waist, but I slip out.

“Do you want another drink?” I yell.

“Sure,” Rhys shouts back. “I’ll come with you.”

“No, you stay,” I tell him. “Dance without a weird hanger-on-er.”

“You’re not a hanger-on-er,” Rhys grins, but he steps back and starts dancing with Mor anyway, and I watch them for just a second before I head toward the bar.

“Two scotch and sodas please,” I tell the bartender, and while he’s making them up I lean against the counter top and turn Rhys's words over in my head.

A lover nothing like me.

I can't think about this.

Since I've moved into Velaris I think it's been fairly obvious that he's my favourite. I just thought maybe I was becoming his favourite, too. Is that stupid? Why would he like me better than his childhood friends, his family? Why would he like me like that?

A lover nothing like me.

I can't think about this.

I try to shove it away, to take back out later when I'm alone and sitting in the quiet. I'm wondering whether it will be weird now if I go back out there and keep dancing with Rhys, when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I pull it out, and feel a flash of guilt when I see Tarquin’s name. In all honesty, I had forgotten we were supposed to meet him here.

Tarquin: We just arrived, are you guys here?

I bite my lip, and text back. I really should have put more effort in for the person who made this whole night happen.

Feyre: Yeah, I’m just at the bar!

I pay for my drinks and take a sip, supposing I should wait for Tarquin to find me before heading back to Rhys. I scan the room and don’t see him, although it’s dark enough that I’m not sure I’d recognise him unless he were fairly close.

“Feyre.”

I spin, expecting to see umber skin and gold jewellery. The smile is already half way formed. But it’s not him.

It’s Tamlin.

I have a drink in each hand and a frozen expression on my face. In the throb of the music, I hadn't recognised his voice.

I’d like to say that a million thoughts run through my head in that second, but embarrassingly, it’s just blank. I cannot think of one single thing to say, I have no words or even emotion except for shock. My brain tries to reconcile here, this club, the people who brought me; with him, the past, a life I had thought I’d left behind, but was clearly so very close behind me still.

“Tamlin,” I whisper.

“Oh so you haven’t got amnesia,” he says lightly. “Then it’s strange you’ve forgotten you’re mine.”

That’s all he says before his hand grips my elbow and I’m being dragged through the room. The drinks slosh out of their short glasses and it’s only the icy cold splash on my hands that prompts me to set them down on a tall table as I’m pulled along.

“Tamlin stop,” I say, and my voice comes out stronger than I thought it would. “I don’t want to go with you.”

But he’s so much bigger than me, and I trip along in his wake. I think, at least we’re in public. At least he can’t do anything to me while there are witnesses.

But then he shoulders open a side door and my heart drops into my stomach.

I try this time, really try to twist out of his grip. I fall to the floor, trying to surprise him with the shift in weight. I try to grab onto the frame of the door, I try prying his fingers off my elbow.

It doesn’t work.

Tamlin hauls me out into the alley and slings me against the wall. I shrink back, ashamed that I do but my body is so afraid of him.

“How did you find me?” I breathe.

“You forget Feyre,” he says, mockingly, “that I am very well connected. When your little painting sold, it went instantly onto the Instagram of an art dealer who worked for my father. Tagged the location and everything. All I had to do was pretend to be a fan and ask where around the gallery where I might be able to find you. It didn’t take long. A prick named Eris told me.

“And then I saw the painting in person and I thought, that looks awfully familiar. Looks like something that was in my house last time I checked. So it seems someone is a thief as well as a little slut.”

“You can’t steal what’s already yours,” I retort.

“Which is why you’ll be coming home with me without a fuss,” Tamlin replies smoothly.

“I’m. Not. Yours,” I growl.

“The fuck you’re not. My car’s parked out the front. Now walk.”

“No.”

“I said walk.” And this time something hard and very cold presses into my belly. I look down to see a gleaming silver pistol between us, and that’s it.

It’s over.

Just like that, the life that was just starting to crystallise around me blows away like gun smoke and it’s not that I shouldn’t have trusted Rhys, it’s that I shouldn’t have trusted any of this. That it would last. That it would be stronger that Tamlin.

I think that some people who spend time with bad people become very hard and untrusting. They don’t let anyone in and they don’t love. I’ve had the opposite reaction, somehow. After my parents died, after my sisters were awful, after Tamlin started to change, all I wanted was to be loved. All I wanted was to believe in goodness and for things to get better and I wish… I wish now that I was that first kind. The cold, untouchable kind. Better too discerning than not discerning enough, no?

I close my eyes against the tears that spring up, but Tamlin knows. He can see it in my face.

“See,” he croons. “You can be reasoned with after all.”

The pistol moves, now that he knows he has me, and I turn to walk with him. What else can I do?

I take all of one step when a dark figure steps into the alley behind us, and then Rhys is here. Rhys is here.

Rhys is here and there’s no witty one liners or taunts, there’s just his shadow in my peripheral vision and then the incredibly loud crack of two hits. Fast, one after the other. And it takes me a full minute to process what has just happened- Rhys has punched Tamlin square in the face as he’s turned, and then kicked the pistol out of his hand. Before Tamlin can recover, Rhys has scooped up the gun, emptied the bullets and tipped the pistol into the nearby dumpster with a frown of distaste. And only now that Tamlin has been disarmed do the words come.

"Are you alright?" he says to me. Cross over in three steps. Voice low and urgent, eyes searching. I nod, and wonder if I'm going into shock. His fingers lift my chin and he's looking me over.

“Rhysand you shit,” Tamlin spits.

“Tamlin, you fucking coward.” Rhys rounds on Tamlin, and his face twists with fury.

“You know, you’ve always been a bully but now you can’t keep a woman around so you threaten her with a gun. I didn’t think my opinion of you could get any lower but here we are.”

Tamlin laughs. “What are you going to do, Rhysand? Lecture me about violence and then hit me again? This is why no one ever takes you seriously.”

Rhys ignores the jibe. “What’ll it take to get this through your head?” he asks instead. “She. Doesn’t. Want. You. So just leave her alone.”

“She doesn’t know what she wants,” Tamlin says.

“She is standing right here,” I hiss. “And what I want is to never see you again. Please. Please. Leave me alone.” My voice breaks on it, and I don’t care that I’m begging.

“No.” Then he lunges, reaches for me, and Rhys steps in.

The fight breaks out now, really and truly this time, and oh it is awful. The sound of knuckles against bone and soft tissue is a sickening, wet thud that won’t stop coming. I go to call for help, ring Cassian or Mor or the police, but I’m trying to use my phone with one eye on the fight and my hands are shaking so badly. I don’t understand this male thing, this bloody and snarling tangle. I feel so painfully helpless, as the dial tone in my ear rings and rings, but I don’t dare run to find anyone. It’s like if I’m not here to witness it, anything, anything could happen, the worst could happen and if I stay then at least… at least… but this is where logic fails me, I don’t know what I’d be good for but at least Cassian is picking up now.

“The alley,” I gasp. “They’re fighting, I didn’t know what to do, come quick.”

“Which door?” Cassian says, and his words are short and sharp.

“Side door nearest the bar. Do I call the police?”

“No. They’ll side with Tamlin, they always do.”

“Okay. Just.. just hurry Cassian.”

“I’m almost there.”

And then the call disconnects, and I’m just left there staring and useless while Rhys and Tamlin make each other bleed.

I can’t tell who is winning, whose punches are landing. Everything is just a mess and there’s a part of me that wonders if I should try get between them, if I should try pull them apart. Another part of me is quite sure that if Tamlin has no qualms about sticking a gun in my stomach, I’m not a likely barrier to further injury.

Cassian, Azriel and Mor burst through the door at that moment, and I sag against the wall with relief. They shoulder their way into the fight, and haul the two apart. Azriel pushes Rhys behind the three of them, and Tamlin stumbles back, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“If it isn’t Rhys’s little friends come to save him,” Tamlin taunts. “What the hell are you doing here, Morrigan? Still trying to be one of the big boys?”

“Shut up Tamlin, I’ve beat your ass before,” Mor says, sounding bored. I’m instantly so impressed.

Tamlin’s eyes cloud over, and he bares his teeth.

“You’re on the wrong side,” he says, and the laughter is gone from his voice. “All of you. Protecting a fucking criminal.”

“I told you, I can’t steal my own paintings,” I say. I swear, the adrenalin is making me babble, I don’t know why I’m even talking. But Tamlin smiles a dark smile.

“Not you, sugar,” he says. “This one.” He looks at Rhys. “I have a restraining order, you may recall. One that you are now in violation of.”

And I’ll never know how he does it, but at that moment there’s a bleat of sirens and a police car is blocking the entrance of the alley. They’re coming toward us now and unbelievably, pulling Rhys into handcuffs. I try to catch his eyes but his face is impassive and selfishly, I want him to reassure me.

"You have the right to remain silent."

I blanche.

“Feyre, did you call the police?” Cassian, eyes wide. I shake my head, back and forth trying to make it make sense.

"No, I…"

“Anything you can say can be used against you in court.”

“Feyre did you call them?”

“No, you said not to, so I didn’t!”

“You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning.”

“Rhys, Rhys are you alright?” Mor now, calling over the shoulder of the police woman. He finally looks up, and he looks much calmer than I feel.

“Who the hell called the police?” Azriel says.

“If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you.”

“Rhys, I’m sorry.” I’m truly panicking now, but it’s the only thing I can think to say. “I’m so, so sorry.”

At this he meets my eyes, and it's a sad, half smile that he gives me. "It's okay," he says.

“If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time.”

Rhys is still holding my gaze. "It's okay," he murmurs again. "Stick with Mor. I'll be just fine."

And then the officer pushes down on his head and he's bundled into the car and the world blurs.

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[barry-j-blupjeans]

38 and Merle for the fluff prompts? :0

(I'm really missin Merle today </3 )

38. "May I have this dance?"

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The sun was setting over the forest that lined the horizon, but the wedding reception for Carey and Killian was still in full swing. For the adults, at least. Mavis and Angus had taken up one of the tables in the back to stay away from the crowd at large. Angus had brought a few books along, as he promised he would last week when they talked over their Stones. Mavis would have brought her own books, but she wasn't really sure if she'd be allowed. A lot of the weddings at the Coralheart Clan were kind of stuffy and loud, and Mavis was told several times that "reading during an important event was rude". Mom defended her a lot, but it didn't always get through people's heads.

But this wedding, no one really commented on it. Maybe that's because they didn't have the Coralheart Clan's explanation, or maybe it was because they were too busy celebrating, but Mavis definitely wasn't going to complain. She was almost caught up with Caleb Cleveland, Kid Cop again and with the next book coming out this fall, she wanted to be ready.

Mookie had drained his energy out within the last few hours and now, he was on the chair next to Mavis, his head pressed against the table, fast asleep. He had one thumb in his mouth, a habit that Mom was trying to train him out of, and his shoes had been kicked off. Angus had already left because he had a "very important job interview for a very important job!" to get to tomorrow morning. He had left three books with her and, while Mavis was pretty tired herself, she was determined to get through this next one before going home.

"You doin' alright, pumpkin?" said a voice from her right. Mavis looked up to see Merle standing there. He had abandoned his bowtie and suit jacket directly after the ceremony and Mavis didn't know where his shirt and shoes had ended up, but they weren't with him now.

"I'm okay," Mavis said, voice low. She glanced over at Mookie and Merle followed her gaze.

"Might be time to get home soon," Merle said. "Don't wanna give a grumpy Mookie back to your mom, huh?"

"I just want to finish this book first," Mavis said. "I've got five more chapters."

"Gotcha," Merle said. Mavis lifted the book back up to read, but she didn't get past one line before Merle said, "If you got time for five more chapters, d'you think you've got time to for a dance with your old man?"

Mavis glanced at her books. And then at Mookie, who snorted in his sleep. Then, back at Merle, who was smiling at her hopefully.

"Yeah," Mavis said, slipping an unused napkin between the pages (she'd normally dogear the page but these were Angus's books, after all). "I think I can do that."

"Well then," Merle said, holding out a hand. "May I have this dance?"

Mavis grinned, cheeks a little flushed. She took Merle's hand and hopped out of her seat. Her feet were aching and she was thankful Mom made her pack flat so she was able to take off her heels earlier. She followed Merle out to the middle of the dance floor, where he waved at somewhere behind her and lifted a thumbs up into the air. The music quieted and then stopped completely. And then, in place of the drums-heavy song they had had before, someone started to play the piano.

"It's a better vibe," Merle said, doing what might have been a wink, but with the one eye, it just looked like he was blinking at Mavis with intention. A violin joined in. Mavis's eyebrows shot up and Merle grinned. "Look, Killian asked 'em to play it anyway. Anyone ever teach you how to waltz, Mavvie?"

"Glymeth tried," Mavis said. "But it didn't work out too well."

"That's alright," Merle said. "Here, we're gonna divide it into little steps like this. Put your hands like this-" Merle moved Mavis's hands into position and she felt a little bit silly, but didn't comment on it. "And then we step this way, and then that way. One, two, yeah? And then-"

"Sorry!" Mavis said, retracting her foot from where she had stepped on Merle's.

"You're good!" Merle said. "Takes a while! Try again."

They repeated a simple motion a few times, Merle leading. Sometimes, Mavis would step on his foot and try to stop, but he'd just shake his head and smile. They spun as they danced, nearly crashing into a few of the other people around them. Mavis could see Aunt Lup and Uncle Barry playing their instruments on the stage when they turned one way. She could see Carey and Killian swaying softly, much less chaotic than earlier, when they turned the other.

When the song finally came to an end, Mavis was sweaty and out of breath, but she felt lighter than she had all day. Merle brought their hands down and they escaped off the dance floor, past Uncle Taako who was attempting to drag Mr. Kravitz into a salsa that seemed way too fast for the next song that began.

"I'll leave ya to your book," Merle said, voice lowering again as they got to Mookie. "And your done come find me, okay? I'll get'cha home."

"Okay," Mavis said, hopping back up onto her seat. Merle smiled and squeezed her shoulder, saying,

"Love ya, Mavvie."

Love you too, dad."

[idy-ll-ique]

Things I Like About You.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff

Warnings: mentions of nightmares

Requested: nope

Summary: Bucky makes a list of 18 things that he likes about Y/N, starting with her voice.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! idk how this idea came to me but I decided to proceed with it anyway lmao. enjoy!

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The first thing he liked about her was her voice. Just smooth, soft, a little raspy but it made his heart flutter as he walked to the communal area with Steve, his best friend. As they neared the room her voice became louder, turned more melodic. Singing, she was singing a song. A wave of pleasure washed over him when he heard her but he concealed it easily.

The second thing he liked about her was her face. When he and Steve walked into the communal area her back was to them, and she was still singing. For a minute they just listened as Y/N hit all the notes correctly; only then did Steve cut her off by clearing his throat. She whirled around and his breath caught in his lungs.

She had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen on anyone. They were simply perfect and when they narrowed as she smiled widely, he was done for. Her nose was perfect, her pretty lips were perfect, her teeth were perfect, her hair was perfect and literally everything else about her was just perfect. "Hi Steve, Mr Barnes!" She greeted them enthusiastically.

That was the third thing he liked about her, her personality. She was not too loud, not too quiet, not too brazen, not too prude… simply marvellous. "Hey, Y/N! You can call him Bucky, you know." She glanced at him and his eyes went wide on their own accord as he nodded, agreeing with Steve. Then she gave him another smile.

Oh boy, I'm in trouble. "Fine, Bucky. It's very nice to meet you." She held her hand out and that was the fourth thing he liked about her; the feel of her skin. Just like her voice, her skin was smooth and buttery, so soft that for a moment, he almost didn't want to blemish her beautiful skin by touching her. But he still gingerly took her hand, shaking it.

He did not trust his voice; he knew that if he tried to speak, he'd just squeak out some nonsense. Where is my 40s charm?! Just when you need it… He gave her a polite nod as they shook hands and Steve sighed on his right. "Sorry, it takes him a while to, you know, speak in front of the others…" Y/N waved him off easily.

"I understand, Steve. Let him take his time, no rush." She gave him another smile and this time, he found himself smiling back. "Your smile is wonderful," she told him, which caused his smile to widen involuntarily. "So is yours," he rasped and there it was: the fifth thing he liked about her. Her blush. She went red and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Thank you, Bucky." He had never liked his name more. "Well, now that you two have been introduced, I guess I can go. Think you can take it from here, Buck?" He nodded but the truth was that no, no he couldn't take it. Alone with her? What if he did something embarrassing and drove her off? "Shall we sit?"

She gestured to the couches and he nodded, both of them sitting next to each other. The sixth thing he liked about her, her posture. Back straight, ankles crossed, hands folded neatly on her lap, she looked like a Royal. There were no words spoken in the first five minutes but Y/N didn't get up, she knew it always took him some time. She'd be there for him.

"You sing wonderfully," he blurted out and she turned to look at him with the smile he was quickly getting obsessed with. I'm gonna have to make her smile more often. "Oh, thank you so much!" He gave her a smile of his own and looked down at his lap. "How are you doing today?" He looked back up. "I'm doing well, you?" She nodded and giggled.

"Sorry, didn't know what else to ask." The seventh thing he liked about her, her giggle. Her laugh, in general. "It's okay, darling," he grinned lazily and watched as she blushed again at the nickname. Maybe he won't embarrass himself after all. "So, are you new on the team?" he asked her and she shook her head.

"I'm not on the team, actually. I'm just good friends with the Avengers, I don't fight. I own a bakery down the street," she told him and he hummed. "A bakery? Sounds just as sweet as you," he flirted easily and watched how she went red again. "You're too flattering," she mumbled and he shook his head. "You deserve it."

"I was actually wondering when I'd get to meet you, but Steve told me I'd have to wait before you were ready," she blurted out, suddenly nervous. He cleared his throat and looked away. "Sorry." She placed a hand on his shoulder and his head snapped towards her, making her drop her hand. But he gently took it and returned it to his shoulder, giving her a shy smile.

"Hey, no, don't apologize. I have a PhD in Psychology, you know, I know you needed time. I was willing to wait longer," she told him and he felt his heart flutter. Mama, I found my wife. "You have a PhD and yet you opened a bakery?" She flushed deeper. "I just like baking. I have had my bakery before I even started my first year at the university."

"That's wonderful. So, uh, the Avengers, they visit often?"

"Yes, oh my God! After every damn mission. Steve and Sam were there the last time, yesterday, when they came back. Finished two dozen of my muffins, had to bake more in the middle of the night to restock." The eighth thing he liked about her, the way she complained, how her nose scrunched and she pulled a face.

He couldn't help but laugh. "They do have a sweet tooth," he pointed out and there it was; the ninth thing he liked about her— her pout. "Still! I lost a lot of sleep," she huffed. "I'd like to visit your bakery too, doll. Have an address?" She immediately reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a slightly crumpled business card.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" she hissed, noticing the state her card was in but he didn't care in the least. I'm going to keep this paper with me till the end of my life. "It's not a problem at all, doll." Then he examined the card, smirking at the name of the bakery. "The Sweet Spot, huh? Wonder where yours is," he spoke effortlessly, eyes still on the card.

He heard a choking noise and turned to see Y/N laughing behind her hands, barely able to contain herself. "Aren't you just smooth, Barnes," she replied evenly and all he wanted to do at the moment was haul her over his shoulder, take her to his bedroom and never leave. "I was known to be quite charming in the 40s," he winked and she giggled more.

"I would've loved to see that." Soon, she checked her watch and clicked her tongue, standing up. "My bakery opens in 15 minutes, I have to go. It was nice to meet you, Bucky." She simply stood there, fidgeting and that worried him. "Doll?" Her eyes met his. "Sorry, um, I was thinking… should I hug him or shake his hand? Probably should've—"

Without another word he pulled her in his arms and the tenth thing he liked about her? Her hugs. She easily slid her arms around his torso, pressed her face into his chest— being shorter than him— and squeezed. His vibranium hand cradled her head and the flesh one went around her shoulder, returning the squeeze.

The hug was longer than necessary, not that either of them complained. When she pulled away, both of them exchanged huge smiles. He felt lighter and happier than he had in years, even though he was attending therapy now. "Bye, Bucky! See you later!" Oh see you later alright, he visited the bakery just an hour later.

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A sharp knock on the door to her apartment startled her. She checked the time; it was 2 am. Dread filled her entire body as she slowly made her way to the living room, peeking out of the peephole. The dread washed away entirely as she opened the door and swiftly pulled the man inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Bucky?"

"I needed you," he spoke hoarsely. Y/N noticed the dark circles under his eyes, his bloodshot eyes, his tousled hair and his dirty clothes. He had been gone on a mission for the past 5 months; they met 7 months ago. 5 months? Who has a mission that long? The Avengers, that's who. Bucky and Y/N had bonded quite well in the small amount of time.

There were many more things he realized he liked about her; her dancing, her cooking, her apartment, the smell of her laundry detergent, her caring nature, her jokes, her— "Bucky? Bubba, did you hear me?" He blinked a few times and offered her a sheepish smile, shaking his head. "I said, take a bath. I'll leave you some clothes outside."

He agreed instantly and went to her bathroom, hopping in for a quick wash. He cleaned himself with her body wash; it smelled like lavender that calmed him. He had missed her a lot. On the way back home all he could think about was her. He wanted— no, he needed to hold her as he slept to ensure he didn't wake up screaming.

After the shower as he put on the clothes she left for him, he realized something. Walking into the only bedroom in the apartment he saw her looking up from her phone. "Yes, Buck?" He hadn't permitted Sam to call him that, even though he had known the man longer than he had Y/N. "Are these Steve's clothes?"

She went pink and stammered. Bucky's brows furrowed. "Are you dating Steve?" he blurted out and her eyes went wide. "No, I've never dated Steve. It's just that… one time he was on a mission and he needed some place to hide and live for a few days. He lived with me. He left his bag behind and I kept the clothes, for situations like these."

He could tell she was telling the truth. The seventeenth thing he liked about her was her honesty. "Oh, okay." Suddenly a smirk came over her face, which made him nervous. "Were you jealous, Barnes?" It was his turn to blush and he went 10 shades darker than she had. "I— I mean, I— I wasn't, I— I was—" he stammered and she laughed.

"I was kidding! Get in the bed, we're going to sleep." He felt nervous again. "I, um, actually had a… favour, if it's not much, uh, if you don't agree I'll take the couch I promise, but I—" She shushed him. "Spit it out." He exhaled. "Can I… maybe… snuggle with you? While we sleep? Please?" He sounded so soft that all Y/N wanted to do was tell him how much she liked him and cuddle him to death.

"Of course! If it makes you feel better, sure, we can do that. Get in." He took off his t-shirt, hurriedly explaining that he couldn't sleep in them but she brushed him off. He got into the bed next to her and tentatively held his hand out, grinning to himself when she snuggled into his side with a soft sigh.

"You're so warm. It's perfect," she breathed out. Bucky never wanted to let go. "Goodnight, doll," he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her head as both of them drifted off to dreamland. Bucky dreamt of her. The seventeen things he liked about her as of yet, with many more to come. Like maybe the way she tasted.

The way she would feel under him, around him… He gulped and rid himself of the thoughts; he didn't want a boner right now. You've known this woman for 7 months! Calm down, horny. That night, he slept like a baby, his firm hold on Y/N never wavering. Somewhere during the night her face had pushed itself in the crook of his neck, not that he cared.

One of his hands had landed on her butt while the other cradled her head again. Not that she cared. The next morning, Y/N was the first one up. She tried to get up from the bed but Bucky whined, actually whined underneath her. "Don't go." She giggled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "I need to use the bathroom."

Blinking a bit at the unexpected kiss (not that it wasn't welcome), it took him a few minutes to process her words. He let her go then, falling back asleep. He was tired; if he could, he wouldn't wake up for another 2 weeks. Y/N smiled softly when she came out of the bathroom, he looked so peaceful. Let him stay a while longer. She went to make herself some breakfast.

15 minutes into the process Bucky showed up, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

He buried his face in the side of her neck, leaving tiny kisses. "I thought you'd like to sleep longer," Y/N offered, one hand squeezing his arm. "It wasn't the same without you." She giggled as he pulled away, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "You sure know how to flatter women," she snorted and he grinned.

"Not just any woman, you in particular," he winked, sitting down at the dining table as Y/N brought over 2 plates of pancakes. "Consider me impressed, James," she teased back. "When does the bakery close?" he questioned as they both ate. "5 pm, why?" "I'm taking you out on a date," he said confidently.

"What time?"

"6:30?"

"Cool."

After they finished eating, they cleaned up for the day and left her apartment. Bucky offered to drop her to her bakery and she readily agreed, both of them walking down the street hand-in-hand. "I've been wanting to ask you out ever since we met," he confessed and she turned to him. "So have I," she chuckled and he looked at her, another grin forming on his face.

Soon, they reached the bakery and stood outside, simply staring at each other. "So, uh, I guess I'll—" The rest of the sentence caught in her throat as Bucky leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. Y/N kissed back, smiling when he pulled away. "Can't wait for 6:30," she whispered.

"Neither can I."

And as he walked back towards the Compound, he thought about her, the eighteenth thing he liked about her (her kisses) and the many more things he was sure he was going to like about her in the upcoming months.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

[lostgreekgod]

delusion

a/n: hello aaaaa i had @theaudacitytowrite give me a prompt for a loki x reader fic solely because I do not find entertainment elsewhere! anyways

word count: 2776 (shit got longer, but what can I say I'm very feely when it comes to angst)

warnings: angst. angst angst angst. some crying. there was this one mention of blood, tendons & stuff ? but that's about it have fun crying

pairing: loki x f!reader

summary: you and Loki have been together for quite some time now. what happens when his insecure self realizes that you love him? and that he does too?

another a/n: I feel like this could use a part 2 i might come up with it next week because I've got a 7 day break from school yayy lmk if you'd like that nexie

4 years. It had been 4 years, 3 months, and 27 days since y/n had shed a tear. But on this fine autumn morning, as the yellow and brown leaves rustled in the gentle winds, as the smell of coffee, pumpkin, and spice wafted in the air, she let a tear fall- courtesy of her lover. No, scratch that. Her ex-lover.

\\ 3 hours earlier \\

Humming a tuneless song, an exhausted y/n walked back to her room in the Avenger’s tower. A whole day of training wouldn’t be smart when she had a crucial mission to lead just the next day, but she wanted the mission to pan out exactly right. This wasn’t her first mission, but the stats were so much more critical compared to the missions she had been sent on before. A new rival organization was springing up in SHIELD’s radar, and they seemed as high as ever in spirit, regardless of how the Avengers had managed to crush HYDRA not so long ago. Apparently, according to a message they had received a few moments before, the up-and-coming organization had 4 junior agents in captivity, and in exchange for those agents, they wanted intel. Fury’s plan was to provide a hard drive with incorrect information with an embedded virus, and have the agents rescued before the rival agents decrypted the file and realized SHIELD’s play. Two birds with one stone, as he had phrased. y/n was going to go in with Natasha and Loki. Nat, because she was as light as a cat on her feet, and Loki because he had his seidr for illusions, teleportation, et cetera. This wasn’t going to be her first mission with her 4-month boyfriend either, but she was excited to be fighting alongside him, nevertheless. As she washed up in the shower, she heard her room door open and close with a click. Finally. She thought with a smile. She could go to sleep in her beloved’s arms for the few hours she had left for rest and relaxation before they set out. Putting on her nightgown, she left the bath. She saw how Loki was cocooned on her bed, arms reaching out towards her, a little smile on his face. Unlike her, the god didn’t train much- but he still looked tired.

“Hello, my little lioness. Whom did you beat up today? You do realize it is wiser to rest before a mission.” He said in a loud, lazy whisper. All y/n could do was smile sweetly at him and snuggle under the covers. He knew how the lack of training made her insecure about her ability to be stealthy. Instead of letting Loki’s arms wrap around her like most of the other nights, she spooned his chest instead. Loki’s eyes widened at the sudden gesture, his body tensing up at the sudden disposal of love. He had only given love; he had never been on the receiving side of it. Wait, love? He didn’t love y/n. He didn’t. That swell he felt in his chest every time he saw her was simply the result of the great appreciation and respect he had for her. Nothing more. He couldn’t love her. After all, everyone he had ever loved ended up being taken away from him.

Chuckling lightly, he hoped y/n wouldn’t catch onto his nervousness. “What are you doing my dear?”

Inhaling his scent, y/n mumbled, her eyes still closed. “Sleeping. Go to sleep my love. We have to be up in less than 3 hours.”

My love? Yes, y/n had called him that multiple times, but he had never thought much of it. Why was he suddenly so wary of it? Did y/n truly love him? No, maybe she wasn’t thinking. She was already worn out and sleepy, maybe she blurted it out accidentally. No one could love him. No one.

y/n sensed that he still hadn’t relaxed. Cracking her eyes slightly open, she asked lightly, “Is everything okay, love?” Loki’s brows furrowed at her question. There it was again. Love. Loving him was impossible. To love him would be delusional. A move of delusional stupidity. Blatant ignorance.

Loki shifted away from her and sat up, ignoring the throbbing in his chest when he heard her whine in response. He met her eyes only to be asked another question. “Love, what’s the matter?”

His heart clenched against his chest, suddenly the room was too hot. He had to understand what was going on. He had to figure this out before it was too late.

“Love?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

y/n scanned his face, trying to understand the reason for his sudden withdrawal. She simply hummed in response.

Loki raised his eyebrows, indicating her to reiterate her response.

“Yes, what is the matter?”

“You referred to me as ‘love’.” He repeated, his tongue spewing out the last word like it was coated in dirt and grime.

“Yes, I suppose I did. Is something bothering you?” she asked again, placing her hand on his thigh as a gesture of concern.

How was he expected to ask her if she actually, truly loved him, without causing a kerfuffle? Without making it seem awkward, without losing her? What if she said she didn’t love him? What then? Would that make him feel better? Would that make him happy? A chill ran down his spine when he realized his answer. No. he wouldn’t be happy. In fact, he’d be terribly upset. He wanted y/n to love him. Shaking his head, he tried to heed logic over his emotion. He had to stop himself before he caused something he couldn’t fix. Before y/n realized the monster he truly was. He had to protect his beloved y/n, that would be the least he owed to her, after all that he had led her into.

He neutralized his expression, calming his breathing. This was for the best. He was the God of Lies, he did not deserve love after all that he had done.

“As a matter of fact, y/n, something is bothering me.”

y/n nodded, encouraging him to explain his predicament. “You can talk to me, love.”

Loki inhaled quickly, the use of the blasted term knocking him out of character for a second before he was able to regain his composure. He would ask the question directly. Right to the point, like he was doing business. That was the only way he could maintain his pretense without breaking down too soon. y/n might never forgive him after tonight, but to have her angry at him was so much better than losing her, on his account.

“Do you love me?”

y/n gasped lightly at the sudden question, her eyes widening at how Loki asked her about something so deep with no emotion in his voice. She sensed his sudden hostility, this coldness he was presenting her with. Sitting upright, she looked into his eyes. Nothing. She could read nothing from his expression. All she could pick up was this eerie sadness radiating off of him.

She decided to try reasoning with him. This sudden hostility meant something was bothering him at a much more personal level, and such issues mustn’t be dealt with before an important mission. She would know.

“We don’t have to do this today, Loki. We have to be up early tomorrow, and I doubt- “

“Answer the question, y/n.” Loki interrupted, his voice hardened like steel.

“Loki, we really mustn’t-“ she tried again.

“Answer, y/n.” he pressed.

y/n could only look at him and wonder what the cause was for the unexpected change in his demeanor. How was she supposed to tell him? How was she supposed to give the answer to the one question that could either make or break everything that they had together? How was she supposed to tell him that her love for him was far more than life? That he was her life? It didn’t matter how less time they had spent with each other; she knew him a lot longer before they had decided to begin their courtship, and she had fallen in love with him even before they had gotten romantically involved. She only fell harder for him after she saw how he truly was. How broken and vulnerable, how he yearned for a place in someone’s heart, how he wished someone could love him without any foretold conditions. How he wished to be free. Loki’s eyes widened as realization dawned upon him. y/n’s lack of response answered his question. She did love him. But he had to hear it from her. That was the only way he could finish this for good. For his y/n.

“I’m waiting.” He prompted, slightly flinching at the coldness in his voice.

y/n’s eyes flicked over to his, her skin eliciting goosebumps from the steely nature of his voice. He had never been like this to her. The last time she had seen him like this was when he was under Thanos’ control. Breathing deeply, she reached out and held his hands, shutting her eyes for a moment.

“Yes. I do. I love you,” she whispered, blood pounding against her ears. Her heart convulsed in her chest when Loki didn’t reply. She cracked her eyes open, her fingers growing cold at Loki’s unchanged demeanor.

Loki’s chest heaved at her response. ‘I love you,’ she had whispered, her eyes shut at the vulnerability of their situation. He already knew what she was going to say, but to hear it from her own mouth, her voice tiny as ever in fear that he wouldn’t return her feelings had him gasp slightly. His blood ran cold, his mind freezing at another realization. He loved her too. Of course he did. How could he have been so blind? He loved her so much, he hadn’t even noticed. Finish it! Finish it right now! Before you make things worse! His mind screamed at him. He knew what he had to do. Swallowing, he tried to memorize the feel of her hands against his. This was all he was ever going to have. A memory. A memory of his little lioness, a memory of what he would have had if he was someone different. Someone nicer, better. Someone not him. He pulled away from her, and met her eyes, his expression stoic and emotionless. Like the monster he was.

“Pity.” He whispered, his heartbreaking at how y/n’s eyes widened. He thought he experienced heartbreak when he lost his mother. As destructive as that moment was, many years ago, he believed he wouldn’t feel anything over this. After all, you can’t break something that’s already broken. But boy, was he wrong. This was heartbreak. And apparently, it's even worse when you go through it a second time. His veins felt like ice, his head heavier than ever. He could feel his throat closing up, all he wanted was to rip his heart out of his chest. He didn’t deserve her. Hell, he didn’t deserve to live after all that he had done.

“What?” came y/n’s voice, a little barely over a whisper. He couldn’t help but notice how her voice was heavy, laced with hurt.

“It’s a pity you think you love me.” He reiterated, his words chapping away at his already cracked heart.

y/n couldn’t process the event unfolding in front of her. Loki didn’t love her. No, worse. Loki thought it was stupid that she loved him. If she had any concern for her dignity, she would ask him to leave. But she loved him far too much. She decided to try one last time. Straddling him, she reached over and cupped his face in his hands, pressing her lips against his ice-cold ones. He was shocked for a moment, and before he realized, he was kissing her back. I love you, he wanted to say. I love you too. But all could do was try and engrave in his mind the feeling of her soft lips on his, the warmth of her hands against his cheeks. This was the end. He had to use all his willpower not to pull her in his arms and deepen the kiss, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

Breaking away, y/n whispered, “it may be stupid that I do. Pathetic, even. -It isn’t pathetic. I love it.- Honestly, not one day goes by where I don’t face criticism about how I must be an ignorant fool to love someone like you. But what these people don’t understand, is that they are the ones that are ignorant. They do not see you as I do, and although I wish every day that they would, I doubt it will ever happen. You are, the best thing that has ever happened to me. That ever will happen to me,” she says, taking his hand and placing it over her heart. “Can’t you feel this? This is what I feel every time I think of you- this is how I feel every time you merely breathe in my direction. -You are the reason I still exist, my dear. You keep me tethered to the outside world.- My love for you has been in existence for far longer than our courtship. I wish I could do more than just tell you how much I love you, if I could, I would give you anything, everything you’ve ever wanted; my heart was yours the moment I set eyes on you 2 years ago. So take it, trample over it- it was yours to do anything with anyway. -So was mine. I am yours, just as you claim to be mine.- I love you, Loki Friggason, and I refuse to stop. -I love you too, my darling y/n. but I must do this. For you. Forgive me.-”

All Loki could do was hold in all those thoughts he desperately wanted to put in words. He could feel his eyes well up, his chest convulsing for the umpteenth time. Inhaling her scent, he hoped he would remember the sweet smell of chocolate and wine she always smelled of.

With great restraint, he pushed her off of him, his heart churning at y/n’s gasp. Her heart cracked at his dismissal. He couldn’t look at her while he shattered her heart, while he ripped it right off the pedestal. This was the end.

“You say all this, but you mean nothing by it, I assure you. I have encountered numerous midgardians professing their love for me, but I can tell when someone lies y/n. And it is very clear to me how you are simply overwhelmed. You do not love me. You are simply but a blatant, ignorant fool.” Could his heart shatter any further? Apparently, yes. It clawed at his chest, pain searing in his bones. He would feel all of it. He would embrace it.

He forced his lips to morph into a twisted, sickening smile. Agony. That is what he felt. Fresh burning agony, like fire in his tendons.

“What we have is all but a product of boredom. I was simply bored, silly mortal.” He looked up at her when she gasped, her hand on her heart. It was almost as if he could hear it shatter. All he wanted to do was hold her and weep. Tell her how sorry he was. Tell her how he wished he was the person she truly deserved. Instead, he was going to crawl into a ball and wish for death.

He got up to leave. Once and for all. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he willed his tears to sink back to wherever they came from. He didn’t deserve to cry.

“Did I ever matter to you?” he heard her whisper. Deciding not to answer, he stepped towards the door before she called to him. “Did I, Loki?” she asked again, her voice steadier. There was the woman he had hopelessly fallen in love with. A lioness, she certainly was.

He turned around to look at her, the same lifeless smile dancing across his lips. If he was someone else, he would have been taken aback at y/n’s stoic expression. She would rise again. She would continue to live her life, and no one was going to stop her. Especially him. That was the lioness he knew of. The only evidence of her hurt was the tiny teardrops prickling in her eyes, which he could see only because of the morning sun rays peeking in through the gaps in the curtains. She never cried.

“No,” he breathed, swiftly exiting through the door before she could see the tears that had traitorously fallen onto his cheeks.

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Miss American Pie

Chapter Five: This Will Be The Day (Finale)

Warning: this series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing.

Summary: Everyone has returned but the battle for humanity against Thanos wages on.

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You wake in a coughing fit, the rubble surrounding you sears your lungs. “Natasha.” You call into the rocks and flickering lights. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Natasha!”

“Here, I’m here.” Her voice is rough, pained.

You push yourself toward the sound, through the dust you can make out her hair. “You ok?”

“Mostly.” She’s laying face up, a few scratches visible.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I can’t move.” She nods at the piece of collapsed cement. “My leg is broken, you should go.” Nat says, staring up at the sky.

“I should’ve never let you go to Vormir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You try uselessly to budge the blockage over her leg.

“What is Vormir?” She asks.

“Doesn’t matter.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “How much do you remember?”

“The red room.”

“Do you remember getting out?”

“No one gets out.” She shakes her head.

“We did.” You inform her. “Yelena did.”

“Yelena?” Her gaze finds yours. “You know Yelena? Is she here?”

“Yes, I know her.” You press your lips together. “She’s not here though.”

“The rest of this building is coming down. If you were really trained in the red room you have to know that.” Natasha frowns. “You need to leave.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Don’t be a hero.” She whispers. “Let me go, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not.” You argue. “I won’t do it again.”

“What about Yelena?” Natasha gives you a pointed look.

“She’ll understand.” This is what she would do.

“Hey,” Natasha pushes herself up on her elbows. “Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a giant man in a metal suit carrying a smaller man and a raccoon appeared behind your head?”

You turn toward the man in question. Scott Lang. “It would be a good thing.”

———————————————————————

Natasha is taken somewhere safe. She can’t fight.

As the strange doctor and his disciples start opening portals you see that you’re not alone. Through one comes Alexei, Melina and Yelena.

Her white suit is pristine, dirty blonde hair held away from her face in ponytails.

On shaky legs you move toward her, taking your rightful place at her side. Facing what lies ahead together.

Yelena catches your hand, “this isn’t much of a welcome home.”

You can’t help but laugh, “pretty cool way to die though.”

“Very,” she agrees. “Natasha?”

“She is a little worse for wear.” You warn her, “but alive…and safe.”

Yelena gives you a watery smile, squeezing your fingers. “And you?”

“A tower fell on me.”

“Of course it did.”

Thanos’ army is nothing to scoff at. Giant airborne creatures hover over his troops. Larger monsters stand in their ranks, space ship overhead ready to destroy.

Steve is almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt, his shield battered and broken. But you know it is time when he gives the order. “Avengers, assemble.”

Fighting is easy, it’s what you know. What you were trained to do. Fight to stay alive, fight for what you believe in, fight with Yelena; for Yelena.

The two of you move together like a well oiled machine. Like riding a bike, even after all this time you could never forget.

“We’ve got company to the left.” Yelena says through gritted teeth, kicking at the alien creature beside her. Dropping an empty cartridge to the ground and reloading her gun seamlessly, firing several shots.

Despite everyone’s best efforts they just keep coming. “Do we have a plan here?”

“Getting there,” Steve replies. “Anybody have eyes on the gauntlet?”

“Yeah!” Clint rushes past you with the glove in hand. “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Get it out of here!” Tony insists.

“What’s happening?” Alexei shouts over the chaos. “I still don’t have ear piece.”

“Just keep their army away from that guy in the tank top.” You grunt, falling backwards from the force of one of Thanos’ soldiers colliding with you.

“We have to get the stones back where they came from.” Rhodey reminds everyone.

“The time space tunnel is completely collapsed.” Tony points out.

“That isn’t our only time machine.” Lang cuts in.

“Does anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” Captain America’s voice hums through the ear bud.

“I do,” a female voice chimes in. “But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.”

After grappling for far too long, you manage to knock the creature from you. Using your knife to dismember it.

“Next time, we get the cool laser guns.” Yelena yells loud enough to be heard by everyone on the network, as she hauls you to your feet.

“Friday, please add laser guns for the ballerinas to my grocery list.” Stark gives his smart ass remark.

“What’s the word on the van?” Rhodey wonders.

“Working on it now.”

The ship at Thanos’ disposal begins raining fire, no regard for their own troops.

“We’ve got people going down!” Rocket hollers.

“Clint,” you call into the microphone. “How’s that gauntlet?”

“Moving down the field.” The archer replies, “I’m alright too, thanks for asking.”

“Good.” You bite back a smile.

Hell continues breaking loose around you. Glowing circular orbs unfold in the air above, providing coverage from the missiles. You’re not sure if this is winning or losing. It feels like a bit of both.

———————————————————————- Thanos and his army are dusted away. Leaving you surprised and still swinging as the shock wears off.

You won. You. Won.

And you lost.

You lost Tony Stark. The man you’d barely known, but offered you clarity that will stay with you forever.

You lost the Natasha you’d come to know over the five years that Yelena was gone. Some parts of the redhead stripped away for the price of the stone.

But she’s still here. Waiting in the wings to be greeted by Yelena and their little makeshift family. You share a look of understanding when your eyes meet over the blonde’s shoulder.

Others come, Banner refuses to leave her side. Despite the fact that Natasha doesn’t remember him.

Clint falls to the ground at her feet. Breaking down at the sight of his friend, his family alive and well. She doesn’t remember him either, but welcomes him into her arms somewhat awkwardly.

Her expressions flicker from happy to overwhelmed. Hesitant to open herself up to the possibility that she is wanted, needed and loved.

Too confusing for the girl who only remembers the red room. Adjusting to this life will take time.

Everyone begins clearing out, their jobs finished. Rushing home to reunite with their loved ones. Tomorrow will bring about new challenges. The world is in shambles, and so are you.

Steve decides that he should be the one to return the stones. His goodbye tells you that he has a bit more in mind. But this is his life. His choices, not yours.

“Well, I guess we should head out too.” You say after a while. Your car is gone, lost in the wreckage from the explosion.

The setting sun is eclipsed, causing all of you to turn your gaze upwards just in time to see the ship’s door open.

“Is that a raccoon?” Melina asks, pointing toward Rocket.

“Do you want a ride or not?” Rocket shoots back.

“Not the avenger’s super jet, but it will do huh?” Alexei smiles, this is his dream.

“This is better!” A man’s voice carries down from the interior.

“Well,” Yelena shrugs, “if you say so.” She leads the pack up the ramp and onto the ship.

“Fanny and the pigs will be expecting dinner soon.”

“How are they?” Melina asks, “have you been taking care of them.”

“That was me!” Alexei says proudly, bending at the waist to gather Natasha into his arms. “Aye honey,” he grunts, hoisting her up. “You are only little girl in my heart.”

Nat pushes against his chest in retaliation.

“Do you mind if I hitch a ride too?” Clint asks.

“The extra stop will cost you,” Nebula stares blankly at him from her seat.

“They always do.” He remarks, trotting up the ramp.

Bruce paces at the foot of the metal grate, watching the rest of you load up. “I gotta hang back, make sure Steve gets there in one piece.”

“After what happened with Scott the first time I’d say that’s probably the best bet.” You agree, standing near the entrance.

“Yeah,” he smiles, kindly. “Keep me posted on Nat, will ya?”

“I will,” you return the smile.

“I’ll see you around.”

You nod, “I’ll see you.”

The captain of the ship introduces himself as Star-lord, and after a moment without response, Quill.

“Any requests?” He asks, finger hovering over the control panel.

Alexei creeps over to the younger man, quietly relaying a message.

“Alright,” Quill nods. Stroking the keys until a familiar set of notes ring out.

“A long, long time ago-“ The singer croons.

You let out a chuckle.

“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.”

“We’re really doing this?” Yelena puts a hand to her head, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.” The melody carries on.

“It’s your song.” Natasha turns to her sister.

“I can't remember if I cried. When I read about his widowed bride.” Melina’s eyes are far away, carried back to their years in Ohio. Before the world had been so cruel.

“Something touched me deep inside, the day the music-“

“Died.” Yelena joins in, lulling her head to the side to gage your reaction.

You sigh, all of this beyond surreal. But you allow yourself to live in this moment, because you might not get another. “So bye, bye Miss American Pie…”

“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.” The roaring chorus of voices fills the silence you’ve grown used to. Fills the parts of you that were empty for so long. “And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye. Singin', “this’ll be the day that I die.”

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Yelena sings, her face alight with a childlike glee.

——————————————————————-

Melina, Natasha and Alexei stay with you for a while. A few weeks as Natasha heals and becomes acclimated to her life.

She claims to hate the attention, but deep down you know she’s full of it.

The Ohio house is bursting at the seams with five adults, nine pigs and one dog.

That isn’t enough to keep visitors at bay. Namely Clint, his wife Laura and their three children.

Things feel a bit off when everyone begins moving out. Alexei, Melina, and their pigs return to the farm outside of Saint Petersburg.

Natasha finds herself drawn to New York, with Bruce and the makeshift building he’s using as a lab.

You adjust to the steady thrum that is daily life, with Fanny and Yelena.

After dinner you load the dishwasher, drying your hands on the nearby tea towel before selecting a cycle.

“So how does it feel?” Yelena asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hmm?” You turn to face her.

“Being a hero.” She clarifies, a smile playing at her lips.

“I’m not-“

“Oh cut the crap, Y/N. You saved the world.” Yelena narrows her eyes at you.

“I did it for you.” You say simply, because it’s true.

Yelena closes the space between you, “why?”

“You know why.” You whisper as she cups your face in her hands, gently stroking her thumb over your cheek. “It’s ok if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“I’d do more for you, and worse.” She assures you. “But do you really want to spend the rest of your life fumbling around feelings in the dark when you could have someone who-“

“I want you. I only ever want you.” You beckon her closer. “Anyway I can have you, that will be enough for me.”

Sometimes wires get crossed and you want things you never have before. And she provides them before you have a chance to ask. You give back to her tenfold, so that neither glass is ever empty. That is love. True love, the only way you’ve ever known it.

“I am yours…in every way a person can belong to another.” Yelena breathes, “and then some.”

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