#but it's gonna be up in a few days anyway

[sun-kissy]

espresso | j.p

james potter x sunshine!reader

summary: james sees you at a cafe, and is enamoured by your brightness. you pay for his drink, and he can't help falling in love.

cw: fluff

James Potter could count the number of times he’d been told he was bright with both hands – what a ray of sunshine he was, how he lit up the room with his smile – and he still wouldn’t have enough fingers. 

But one look at you made him question every such compliment he’d been given. If he was sunshine, you were the whole goddamn sun. 

So close, yet so far; you stood just a few feet in front of him in the queue to the café counter. And he was lying if he said he wasn’t already enamoured.

James thought the word pretty must’ve been made to describe you, all soft curves, sweet smiles, daisies in your braid and little white dress. You were laughing brightly, phone clutched to your ear. He felt a small pang of envy for not being the one to elicit it. 

But he felt lucky to even be able to see you like this — in all your beauty and light and gentleness. It wasn’t even winter, and he’d gotten so close to warmth. What a great day.

You step forward for your turn, and James shamelessly gazes at you. He sees you beam at the barista and order your drink, before jerking your thumb backwards. He steps forward curiously.

“... yeah, I’d like to pay for the person behind me, if that’s okay,” you smile and nod. 

His heart does a little somersault in his chest, and he feels the affection pool like honey in his throat. So you didn’t just look the part, you really were sweetness personified.

James steps up to order next, clearing his throat. You’re stood beside him, patiently waiting for your drink as you type away on your phone. Maybe this is his chance.

He clears his throat and looks at the barista. “Hi.” Loud. Too loud. “Um… I’d like to get an espresso, please.”

“Okay, anything else? Your drink’s been paid for by the person in front of you.”

“Oh, wow,” he tries to look surprised, nervous fingers going to rub the nape of his neck. “Wow, that’s… that’s really nice. Um, I’d like to pay for the person behind me too,” he says slightly louder than he would’ve. 

You hear, just like James wanted you to, and turn to give him a small smile. He feels like doing a victory lap around the block.

That’s until a confused Sirius pokes his head out from behind James, giving him a strange look. “Prongs, weren’t you gonna pay for me anyway?”

James internally smacks his palm to his forehead. Instead, he turns to glare at Sirius, hoping it conveys everything he wants it to. Sirius just blinks.

He sighs and turns back to the barista embarrassedly, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

He’s about to open his mouth to wave it off when he hears you giggle, and swivels to look at you. It’s like everything in him instantly softens, seeing the sparkle in your eyes and the bashful way you press your hand to your mouth. You’re looking at him like he just said something really funny. He thinks maybe he’d be the butt of every joke if it meant getting to see that smile.

James mindlessly pays for his drink before eagerly stepping towards you. His heart feels like it’s going to start doing jumping jacks, or maybe he might, to get rid of this insane amount of anxiety. “Hi.” He hopes he doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels.

“Hi,” you smile sweetly, slurping on your drink.

“You owe me one,” he blurts out.

“Huh?”

God, now he’s really messed up. “No, no, I meant –” he runs his hand through his hair, “– I owe you one. For, you know, the coffee?”

“Oh,” you laugh softly, easing up a little. He releases the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “No, you don’t. That was the whole point of it.”

“Let me take you out.”

He almost lets out a squeak after having said that, immediately pressing his palm to his mouth like he’d just revealed a national secret. What was wrong with him? He watches your reaction carefully.

You smile, and turn the loveliest shade of pink he’s ever seen. “You don’t even know me.”

“I want to know you.”

His tongue seemed to be speaking of its own accord. Maybe he’d give it a tongue-lashing later, but for now, he’d let it get him a date.

You consider him for a while, smile widening slightly. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he exhales with a grin, running his fingers through his curls again. “Okay, sunshine. I’m James.”

You blush at the term of endearment. “Hi, James. I’m Y/n.”

“Hi,” he mumbles. “Hi, Y/n.”

You both stare shyly at each other for a moment, like you’re taking the other in. Getting to know them, even though you weren’t, really. Maybe that’s how it had always been; the sun knew of its sunshine even though it couldn’t see the rays itself.

You clear your throat bashfully. “I have to go.”

“Oh, um – okay, wait –” James scrambles in his pocket for his phone before holding it out to you. “Your number?”

Your face lights up as you take it and type your number in. You hand it back to him. “Does tomorrow work?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Yup, tomorrow works. Same place?”

“Same place.”

“Okay, then,” he exhales, unable to stop the smile on his lips. “Bye, sunshine.”

“Bye,” you grin shyly and wave, pressing your straw to your lips as you turn around to leave.

A daisy falls out of your hair, landing softly on the wooden tiles. James picks it up and tucks it into the shirt pocket next to his heart.

[dunmeshistash]

Hello!! I feel like I’ve seen versions of the panel below where Mithrun says “I’m gonna fucking kill it” instead of “I’ll kill it.”

Do you know what translation it is and which is more accurate to the original? Thank you, have a wonderful day :D

Hello! That's how EHScans (Fan-translation) translated it

Here's there original

Just to preface this, I'm not that good at japanese so I'm just trying my best here.

I think what he's saying is a broken 殺してやる (he says parts of it broken up while trailing off: [てやる] [殺] [殺してや] )

The direct translation is just "I'll kill (you/it)" japanese doesn't really have swear words (edit: they do but not how english does and aren't used as often as in english from my understanding) so mostly swears are added in translation based on a few things like context, personality of the character speaking and if they're using the "non polite" speak - japanese has polite and impolite/rough ways of speaking so usually when a character uses rough speak swears are added in translation to convey that. In english you usually can't really convey that if you just translate directly, for example there's different ways to say "you" in japanese and depending which one you use with who in what context they can be rude or not but they all just translate to "you". Actually there's a really funny thread where straycatj's landlady is trying to explain to people which form of you to use cause everyone is confused and learned differently lmao

Anyway.. since Mithrun is probably furious here and is the start of his revenge obsession I think the "fucking kill the fucker" does fit but it's not really "more correct", unfortunately translation isn't that straight forward and two translations can be different while both being technically "correct", adaptating is a big part of translating.

Once again, I'm not really that good at japanese, I only studied it for a few months some years ago so if I got anything wrong please let me know 😅

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📣PLEASE LISTEN!!!!📣

I have a request

Okay so like Maddie Nolen ponytail orgin. Imagine reader always wears her hair (preferably longer than maddie's) in a ponytail and one day decided to put one in Maddie's hair and reader was gushing over how cute she thought it was and how it was like a bobcat tail. Maddie started wearing a ponytail ever since, just because her girlfriend loved it so much

Pretty please 🙏

of course anon!

men dni!

maddie nolan x reader

content: AFAB/fem!reader, fluff, reader is mentioned to have longer hair (hair type NOT mentioned), reader is briefly mentioned to be taller than maddie but not by much, established relationship, mentions of wanting to marry her

characters: maddie nolan

synopsis: waking up next to maddie and then getting ready in the morning, when reader wants to give her girlfriend a ponytail in her hair.

writers note: such a cute idea! I love her fuckass ponytail I NEED HER. I love women with accents.

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maddie nolan x reader fluff

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waking up next to maddie was so sweet, the way she clung to you, the way she nuzzled her face into the crook of ur neck. the little sounds she’d make was adorable, little moans and groans from the early and groggy morning feeling. she was practically ontop of you with her leg over your hip.

she is not a morning person, she doesn’t like the way that even if she is so comfortable, in her little hibernation, she’d have to leave your warmth each morning. she hated it.

when the alarm would go off, she’d groan, trying to stop it as fast as she can so you wouldn’t wake up— five more minutes was all she wanted. rolling back over into your arms as her eyes fluttered closed, squeezing you tightly

“mmmh…” you grumble, “goodmorning..”

you kiss her on her forehead and run your fingers through her hair, so soft, so pure.

“morning, love.” she kisses you back, but on your cheek.

“I can’t believe it’s time to wake up already, yeah?”

“I don’t wanna get up..” you smile, “few more minutes?”

“mmmmmmmmmh… let me think… yes.”

you giggle to eachother, getting comfortable once again and wrapping your arms around one another.

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finally out of bed, you two brush your teeth next to eachother, chatting about what to pick up for breakfast on the way to work.

“love, you want tacobell for breakfast? that’s a lot for first thing in the morning, don’tcha think?”

“starbucks? they have good coffee— obviously, and they have some good sandwiches.”

you stand tall behind her, slouching down to put your head on her shoulder as you look at her in the mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“starbucks sounds good. mhm!” she turns around and reaches up to put her arms around your neck

“your gonna make us late, aren’t you?”

“maybe, if I get lucky?”

she giggles at that, kissing your neck and then turning back around to continue her morning skincare routine.

“awh, dangit.”

you brush through your hair, grabbing a hair tie to put your hair in a ponytail,

“why don’t you ever do anything different with your hair, mads?”

“well I don’t have as much hair as you do, im not sure what I’d do with it anyway,”

“here, let me see.”

you stand behind her once again, gathering her hair back into a small little ponytail, giggling and kissing the skin on the back of her neck.

“now atleast some of it is out of your face?”

she looks in the mirror back at it not quite sure how to feel about it yet until you—

“ur so cute!!” you hold her face with both of your hands

“it’s like a little bobcat tail!!”

and with that she blushes, deciding that’s how she’d wear her hair for the rest of forever.

“now we’re matching, aren’t we?”

“ur like one of those crazy ginger cats.”

“I am not!” she giggled, guys her accent I can’t she’s so wife

“if that’s what you’d like to think, babes.” you give her a peck and get dressed into your work clothes as she does the same

she was so adorable with her new hairstyle, the way it was tied back, how soft it was, how pretty she looked with it, her natural color complimenting her skin tone.

god you loved her— no matter what ambessa says you don’t give a fuck if you are in a relationship with somebody you work with— you were marrying her.

“I think I like it, yeah?”

you pick her up, holding her by her hips while she wraps her legs around you,

“you sure are pretty.”

“you are so flirty this morning.”

“that a bad thing?”

“mm-mm, I like it.”

“yeah?”

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01/12/25

@canontypicalgoblins — I hope you like it!

[jsooly]

taken in by the sullys (3) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, fifteen years fly by and your family just keeps growing as you fight the stigma of being the clan leaders' human child... aka moments between you and your infant/toddler siblings

(1) / (2)

+ takes place just before atwow! this is a much longer chapter T-T

neteyam

moments before he was to connect with eywa, you sat quietly next to him as jake and neytiri bustled around to prepare for the ceremony

you leaned over the side of his cradle, poking his blue skin. he squirmed before focusing his eyes on you. you could tell he was intrigued — you were different than all the faces he'd seen today.

you lowered your voice, whispering to conceal your conversation from jake and neytiri.

"hey." you nodded to him. "i'm y/n. i'm your big sister. well, not real big sister, but still." you shrugged.

you stepped onto the side of the wooden frame, getting some height over where he lay. "you're pretty big for a baby, you know. you're as big as me already. but that doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me, you know." you wagged a finger in his face.

he tilted his head, and you weren't sure if he was getting any of what you were saying. you continued anyway.

"mom says i'm better than the other na'vi kids my age. i can already hunt and fight. she says i have an unnatural gift." you whispered.

"but..." you sighed, stroking his head softly. "i guess i can teach you, too. and it's okay if you suck. i'll be there to protect you."

neytiri and jake exchanged endeared looks, their backs turned to you and the newborn to give you the privacy you thought you had.

if there was one thing you had to let go of quickly, it was your pride

the clan practically worshipped little neteyam — firstborn son of the fierce neytiri and legendary jake sully? they celebrated for weeks

though young, you were still aware you were different, that you didn't exactly belong among the na'vi... but you didn't mind the dirty looks if it meant staying around your family

plus a new baby brother was more than enough joy to offset the feelings of exclusion

you were fluent in na'vi long before neteyam came along, and you took charge teaching him to speak, walk, even string an bow

perhaps you took charge a little too well

"y/n." jake warned. "put him down."

your brother was only a few months old, yet you were manhandling him as if he'd grown enough to withstand the rough grabbing and pulling.

you were surprisingly strong for a human kid your age (you can thank neytiri for that), allowing you to hold neteyam in your arm with ease.

"no." you said simply.

jake gave you a look. of course you had to enter a rebellious phase right when neteyam was very fragile.

"y/n."

you groaned. "what?"

"don't make me get your mother."

"i'm teaching him."

"he doesn't need to be taught right now, sweetheart." jake said gently, approaching you with caution and attempting to take neteyam off your hands.

"he's just lying around all day!" you rebutted, swerving away from him. the flush of speed made neteyam chirp softly in excitement as he gazed up at you. you smiled at pat his head briskly. "might as well fill the time up with something." you mumbled as you stroked his bald head.

"that's a good idea, but how about something less dangerous?" jake grinned widely, trying to sell his point. he held up a ball and some toy blocks. "huh? come on, what d'you say?"

you gave him an unimpressed look, not bothering to answer him as you swiftly turned around and exited the tent. ignoring the sharp noise of protest from jake behind you, you smiled proudly at your brother and nuzzled into his head.

"you're gonna be a great olo'eyktan one day, brother." you assured him. "but first, we gotta get away from dad and teach you how to walk n' stuff."

he babbled in agreement.

in the year when it was just you and neteyam, you bonded inseparably

he was always behind you, like a puppy chasing a little duck around

there was a time when other clan members were a bit concerned that he was spending more time with you than other na'vi children

"neytiri, listen to reason." one omaticaya woman told her.

neytiri was sharpening weapons with some of the other women, all sitting in a circle in a time where they were supposed to be exchanging stories and dreaming about the future. but some chose to gossip and condemn.

"i am listening, though i would not call it reason." neytiri shot back.

"your son is descended from great lineage. consider having him romp around with his own kind instead of an unwanted child."

neytiri hissed, slamming her arrows down. the other women ducked their heads to avoid her anger. "that child is very much wanted. in a million years, i would not believe i would grow so close to a human child, but it has happened. i chose to stop lying to myself long ago."

the woman scoffed, looking around the circle incredulously. "are you hearing what you are saying? we fought hard to eradicate the sky people from our land and you have one growing among us."

neytiri glared. "once, the great mother brought a sky person into our lives, and look at the good that's come of it. eywa watches over this child in the same way. she is special."

despite neytiri's argument, the other women continued to nudge their kids into neteyam's daily routine

for a week, you barely saw him

you stayed in the hut, like usual, watching them play in the grass outside

you rarely emerged from the safety of your home in fear of the judgmental looks you'd receive—it was fine, until you had a brother to miss.

"why don't you go out there?" jake crouched beside you. "m'sure neteyam would appreciate a familiar face."

you gave him a weird look that clearly said no.

he sighed and brought your head into his side, hugging you tightly. in these moments, he didn't know what to say to you. he had no qualifications for being a father, for shaping a young one's whole life, and it was becoming all the more real to him in this instance.

he was about to speak up when you mumbled, "i know they don't want me here."

jake cursed internally. "they... they just misplace their hatred and anger, baby. that kinda stuff is for adults only. they should know better than to denounce a perfect little angel like you." he smiled, pinching your cheek gently.

silence filled the room once more.

you looked up at him, fighting with feelings of unease you couldn't name. "... you want me here, right?"

jake's heart split in two. he cupped your face firmly, holding your gaze. "y/n. 'course i want you here, baby. you're my first little girl, and i would never give you up, not for anyone. i don't care if our life is a little different because you're around. besides, you've more than proven your ability to hold your own."

his declaration warmed your heart until you felt like there was a furnace of love burning inside you.

"i was once human too, you know. you remember, don't you?" he paused as you nodded. "see? for you and us, it's not about being human or na'vi. it's about being our little girl and us being your parents. that's the type of thing where it doesn't matter what you are. you could be... i dunno."

"a worm?"

he chuckled. "yeah. you could be a worm and i'd still love you to death."

a thud caught both of your attention. neteyam grunted as he propped himself up again.

"huh?" you glanced out the window. the other na'vi kids were still out there. you hopped off the windowsill and rushed to his side, helping him stand. "what are you doing back here? your friends are still outside."

he just made a face of distaste, shaking his head.

"looks like he prefers big sis instead." jake grinned, squeezing your shoulders as he passed by. "you two be safe—y/n, no funny business. and don't think about starting a fire."

he left you two playing as he went to have a word with some clan members.

kiri

since both of you were adopted, you related to kiri in a way. you were determined to make sure she didn't feel different, especially in light of her affinity for eywa and natural things

when you and the others would go out to play, kiri would run off

you'd find her lying on the ground, embracing the earth

"kiri!" you gasp, falling to your knees beside her. you carried lo'ak on your back as neteyam toddled beside you. "you can't just run off like that on your own!"

she sat up in a daze, blinking slowly. the grass around her fell back into a lifeless state but the seeds of eywa still hung around. you gently pushed one from ticking your face.

she looked a bit sheepish, averting her eyes as she stood up to follow you. you frowned and sighed, helping lo'ak off your back. you took her hand and flopped back onto the ground.

"you know what... a couple more minutes couldn't hurt." you groaned as you stretched. you tucked your arms under your head, getting comfortable. kiri smiled and reclined beside you.

in that moment, it was as if all the energy in space aligned and you were plucked from your physical form and woven into the stream and cycle of all the energy and consciousness of pandora.

early on, you knew kiri wasn't a fighter

as in, not a let's ride into battle on the back of an ikran guns blazing type of fighter

you started teaching her about the different herbs, plants, and fruits around pandora

she sucked in everything you taught her like a sponge and soon enough it got to a point where you two were learning together

you entered the tent with a thick book clutched tightly against your chest. "kiri!" you whispered urgently.

she perked up, dashing across the room.

you let the book drop onto the ground with an oof, flipping it open. "look, kiri, it's your ma's journal!" you grinned, showing her dr. augustine's signature. you figured you'd leave out the part how you swiped it from norm and max's lab.

her face brightened at the familiar name, staring at the journal in wonder. she flipped through it, but couldn't recognize any of the text. it was all written in english, with bits of na'vi scattered here and there.

"read to me?" she asked, nudging the journal to you. she snuggled into your side as you read her birth mother's findings and conclusions to her.

jake and neytiri found you two sleeping soundly against each other.

lo'ak

lo'ak was an instigator from day one

literally came out the womb quarrelling with everyone

mo'at let a lengthy exhale escape her lungs. neytiri had just given life to her second son, lo'ak, and the boy just would not stop crying. despite all her years as a mother and tsahik, nothing she did soothed her youngest grandson.

"is he hungry?" jake offered, earning dark glares from both his wife and mother in law.

"jake."

"don't you think we tried that?"

he shrunk away, holding neteyam in his arms. he leaned against the wall beside you, giving you a shrug that said hey, i tried.

you pursed your lips, a paradoxical mix of concern and annoyance bubbling up inside of you at lo'ak's wailing. you stood, ducking under mo'at's arm and climbed onto the side of neytiri's bed. she was still talking to mo'at while rocking lo'ak in her arms.

you studied him as he cried, your patience declining by the second. with a sharp but gentle tug to his neural braid, you directed his attention to you. "what are you so upset about, lo'ak? you literally just got here." you whispered urgently.

almost surprised, his cries died down to hiccups and whimpers. you sat back as the adults in the room peered over the newborn.

"ahhh, there he is. poor baby, it's alright." mo'at smiled, stroking lo'ak's head gently. neytiri cooed softly, kissing his bald head repeatedly.

lo'ak found you very cute, though, and was extra gentle when playing with you

you were 11, and neteyam just turned 7, and both kiri and lo'ak were 6 (kiri just a couple months older than lo'ak)

so you had a whole litter of hyperactive kids

you were an overworked big sister lol

and lo'ak was a middle child through and through — with neteyam being the eldest and kiri being a special case, lo'ak didn't get a lot of chances to stand out

thus starting a rebellious streak

but he always got a loooot of love and attention from you

"these are the ones you want, lo'ak?" you hummed. you swirled the bowl around, watching the beads roll at the bottom. "i like the blue."

he fell into your lap with a grumble, his back to you. you just snickered. "what'd you get grounded for this time?"

he scoffed and crossed his arms. "don't wanna talk about it."

"okay." you pat his shoulder before taking out his old braids.

a beat passed.

"all i did was follow neteyam outside. so what if i tried to use his bow?" he complained.

you smiled as he ranted—it was like clockwork.

"it's not like he tried to stop me, either. i didn't even come that close to hurting anything. my aim was off." he complained. "besides, weren't you doing stuff like that when you were younger than i am?"

"yeah," you answered, massaging his scalp. "but i actually sat through all my lessons."

he scoffed, stewing in silence.

you softened. "sorry. don't want a lecture, huh?" you continued to do his hair, and slipping in the beads he wanted.

"next time, you and i should go together." he muttered. "i'm done hanging around little mr. perfect."

"bold words from the kid who looks up to little mr. perfect." you gave him a knowing look and he huffed, avoiding your gaze.

you pat his head and made little jazz hands. "tadaaa. all done!"

he didn't move from your lap.

"lo'ak, i'm done—"

"i know." he muttered softly. you understood what he needed. you laughed and hugged him tightly. he wasn't so little anymore—none of them were. your laughter was infectious and he started to smile, too.

"house arrest isn't that bad. you can hang out with me while the others gotta train with mom and dad." you said, self-satisfied.

he smiled, rolling his eyes. "i guess."

you stood, rifling through your trunk of stuff. "maybe bow and arrows aren't your thing. wanna try a gun instead?" you held one up.

lo'ak's ears stood up, his eyes wide. "y/n!" he exclaimed, looking around as he lowered his voice. "how do you even have that?!"

"dad taught me." you grinned, swiftly removing the bullets. can't be too safe. "just don't tell anyone, okay?"

he matched your grin, nodding fervently. he ran to your side and eagerly watched your demonstrations.

tuk

for 7 years, it was just you, neteyam, kiri, and lo'ak. then all of a sudden, neytiri and jake announced they had another on the way

everyone was excited of course, and the debate on whether it was going to be a boy or girl was lively

you, personally, hoped for a baby sister

you had two baby brothers already! and they were handfuls.

when tuk finally came, lo'ak and kiri were 7, neteyam was 8, and you were 12

she learned to walk and speak faster to keep up with everyone

this set the precedent for how she hangs out with each other too

"tuk." lo'ak groaned, stopping to wait for the youngest sully. "you were the one who said you could keep up."

"i can!" she whined, clumsily hopping across the small gap between branches.

lo'ak rolled his eyes, walking off to join neteyam in the front. kiri was off... somewhere, connecting with the energy of everything probably.

you shook your head at your brother's behavior. you offered your hand to tuk, pulling her up onto the branch.

"they're so mean to me," she fussed. "they never wait for me."

"i know, tuk. give yourself a year or two and you'll be as fast as them in no time."

she grumbled, strolling alongside you. "you're smaller than i am. how do you keep up with them?"

you blew a raspberry. "lots of practice."

she started skipping, the branch teetering under her steps. "i just wanna hang out with them."

"they don't do anything cool anyway," you whisper to her conspiratorially. "it's all about shooting arrows and training these days. come on," you held out your hand. "i got something better for us."

she beamed and slotted her hand in yours. you both ran off together, all giggles and whoops of excitement.

you got to the end of the path, leaping off the branch and into the waterhole below.

she screamed, coming to a halt at the edge of the branch. "it's too high!"

you surfaced, wading onto shore. "don't worry, tuk, it's deep enough to break your fall!"

"i'll miss the water!"

"trust me!" you yell up to her. she made a brief sound of protest before stepping back. screwing her eyes shut, she ran with all her might and jumped off. she screamed all the way down.

you laughed at her, blocking your face from the splash. she surfaced with a gasp, laughing brightly.

"i did it!"

the early years were the easiest. but once the sky people returned, everything was different.

!! from now on, i'm gonna make alternating parts—one storyline following the events of atwow and the other just a compilation of fluff/comfort scenarios. for example, the next part is gonna be plot based and then the following part is just gonna be silly goofy moments. and it'd keep alternating til the atwow plot is done !!

thanks for reading!!

taglist : @dae-dreamer @delirious-dolce (for some reason you couldn't be tagged, i'm sorry!!)

© jsooly ‘25

[starlightsreigns]

don’t hurt yourself | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie's past the point of understanding. she wants to burn the world down with him in it... and she just might word count ⇢ 2.1k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. explicit language. | three ; anger “Who the fuck do you think I is?”

Beautiful man, I know you’re lying

Malice fills me down to my core. 

The sun rose over the horizon as I watched it from the dining room table. For days now, I’ve kept the revelation to myself, letting it eat me alive. My legs bounced slowly but stopped when I heard Roman coming down the stairs. His face makes me look away. I can’t look at him anymore, this isn’t the man I fell in love with — he’s a stranger I sleep beside every night. 

“Hey Mel, what you doin’ down here?” His voice is hoarse from sleep. 

I can’t find a response and my eyes can’t meet his. So, I continue to stare out at the sunrise. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” Roman moves towards me. 

“Nothin’, I just can’t sleep.” My words cold. “Ain’t you going to the gym?” 

He’s in his workout clothes, as usual, ready for an early morning workout that I’m certain isn’t happening in the gym. Roman used to workout in our home gym, but for months now he’s been going to some random gym that he says is better —  as the fool, I once believed him, but now I know that’s not the truth. 

“I’ll pick us up some breakfast?” 

Finally, I turn to look at him, “Don’t bother,” 

I turn away from him. Roman doesn’t say anything else. He waits for a moment then leaves. Once he’s out of the garage, I fling my robe off and run out the front door towards Alyssa’s car that’s parked a few houses down. 

“Mellie, is this really what we’re doing? You saw the message.” Alyssa says but puts the car in drive anyway. “You think he’s going to that girl's house?”

“I don’t know, but we have a home gym, Aly, he has to.” 

The ride is quiet, and twenty minutes long. We pull into a neighborhood and my stomach turns. Alyssa glances at me, keeping her distance from Roman. When he pulls into a driveway, she parks down the road. The silence in the car makes the pit in my stomach grow larger. 

“Mellie,” Alyssa whispers but she stops. “I don’t know what to say.” 

I don’t blame her. We wait and watch as Roman sits in the car for a while. When he opens the door, Alyssa and I lean up with wide eyes. The front door of the house swings open and a pretty woman steps onto the porch with a grin. Her long black hair flows down her back, the sun gives her the prettiest glow. 

“She’s pretty,” I whisper. Roman walks up and hugs her tightly. “I’m gonna throw up.” 

My eyes shift down to my lap just as Alyssa gasps. I look up quickly as the front door closes then look over at my friend. She shakes her head sadly with her eyes closed. 

“I’m so sorry, Mel.” Alyssa sighs. 

A tear and then another hits my cheeks, “Me too.”

Yet, I’m not sure what this feeling in my body is. 

Before I can think about it, I’m out of the car and marching towards the house. Alyssa nearly draws blood when she sinks her fingernails into my arm. I barely feel the pain as I stare at the house in silence. My vision blurred from the tears that are falling harder now. 

Alyssa pulls me closer to her, “Don’t do this, Mellie. This isn’t who you are.”

When you hurt me, you hurt yourself, try not to hurt yourself

The dining room table is my new favorite spot in the house. Now, I sit at the head with a baseball bat between my legs. My legs bounce up and down slowly, flinching softly when the garage opens. There’s a knot in my throat that travels down to my stomach. I’m filled with intense nerves, but my rage overtakes that. I can feel the heat on my skin that burns to the touch. 

My eyes slowly drift to the chair to my left where my wedding dress sits. My breathing slows as I reach for it, but stop when the door opens. 

“Mel,” Roman calls out. He takes a few steps and then stops right behind me. “You been sittin’ here the whole time, baby? What’s your dress doin’ out here?” 

What words can I find? I wait for him to walk around so I can see him — and that’s when all the air in my lungs is expelled. My hand grips around the bat tightly as I take a deep breath. If I could knock his head off his shoulders and not go to jail I would. I’m willing to take the jail time.

“How was the gym?” My voice is so low I can barely hear myself. “It must’ve been a long, intense workout.” 

Roman nods slowly, “Yeah, I did cardio.”

That finally sets me off. Pushing my chair back with so much force that it tips over, I set the end of the baseball bat on the glass table. Roman’s eyes widen at the sight and he takes a subtle step back. My chest rises and falls to keep me from falling into a panic attack. 

“Do you take me for a fucking idiot, Joe?” I yell. “Who’s the bitch?” 

He gives me a stupid look, a look that confirms what we both know. In reality, the dumb look pisses me off even more. My hand shakes as I slowly lift the bat.

“Baby, please…” Roman begs. 

Without a second thought and filled with rage, I snatch the baseball bat and plunge the end of it into the dining table, watching it shatter, bits falling around my feet. But, it’s not enough. Roman tries to walk towards me, but I raise the bat again. The end of it is practically against his cheek. He’s frozen in his spot and my hands shake. 

“Get the fuck away from me, bitch.” My own scream almost scares me. “Answer me, am I fucking idiot?”

Roman shakes his head. I press the bat into his face as a tear falls down my cheek. He tries to reach for it again and I swing the bat against his arm. 

“Move.” I grit my teeth.

It’s a blur in my mind as I smash anything in my sight. His voice is in the background, pleading for me to listen, to stop, to understand, but my heart’s taken off and that bitch is broken. 

Every single broken object in the house doesn’t help. There are reminders of all the good times and I never want to see them again. 

The bat hits the ground with a loud clank. I take a step back with a deep breath. My eyes stare down at the glass-covered ground, not looking up when his feet move towards me, crunching everything finer. Regret now sits in my chest — this wasn’t what I wanted to do, but my heart overtook my head.

“Mellie, I’m so sorry.” He pleads, trying to catch my eyes. 

My eyes see red again. His apologies only fuel more anger in my body. The white wedding dress falls into my line of vision and I push past him and grab it. Right under it sits a box of matches. 

“Melody,” His voice shaking. 

I can’t hear anything past the buzzing in my ears. By the time I’m in the backyard and dosing the dress with propane from our grill, everything is numb. 

A match sits between my shaking fingers, “I don’t remember who I was before all of this pain.” I murmur under my breath then let the match fall onto the dress. 

Flames engulfed the dress immediately. I take a step back and watch my marriage go up in flames. I turn to look at Roman who stares at the dress in shock. 

“You can clean this up and leave me the fuck alone,” I mutter. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You don't love me deep enough, we not reaching peaks enough

My legs feel like jelly on the walk up to our bedroom. There’s a hollowness spreading inside of me, but my legs carry me all the way to the bed and I stay there, frozen — numb. 

Is this not what I wanted? I wished I stayed in the unknown; you know what they say, ignorance is bliss. Having it all out in the open only made this harder. 

When Roman comes into the room, I shut my eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed in silence for longer than I can remember. So much so, that I start to doze off, but I’m pulled back to reality when he starts talking.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mellie, I don’t know what words will undo all of this.” He starts. “Nothing I say can change this, but I love you, and I knew better and it was eating me up inside, I don’t wanna lose you, Mel. You might never forgive me, but baby believe me, I’ll do everything in my power to fix this. I can’t lose you.” 

Tears spill over the side of my face, but I remain stoic and away from him. 

“I want you to leave, I can’t look at you, I can’t believe, and I don’t want to believe you.” 

I finally sit up on the bed to look at him. His eyes are red and tears fall from his eyes, but nothing in me changes. I’ve met every single thing I’ve said to him. My love just isn’t enough to overpower the hate I have in my heart for him. 

“You need to leave.” My voice is stern, but it shakes. 

Something in me is fighting. My love for him won’t go away overnight, but the resentment will live forever if I stay.

Roman doesn’t move. Finally, I take a deep breath and stand. 

“If you won’t leave, I will.” 

You ain’t married to no average bitch, boy

Roman stands in my way, “Mellie, please.” He begs. 

“Why the fuck are you begging me right now, Roman, I didn’t hurt you. You hurt me and now I have to stay?” I step back. “I don’t what to know why you fucked that random bitch and I don’t want to understand anything you say.” 

“Mel, I promise I’m not sleepin’ with her no more.” 

My eyes fixated on his, “I saw you. Today, I saw you with her this morning.”

He hesitates for a moment then nods, “I ended things with her, Mellie, I swear I ended shit with her but she kept calling and texting and I went over there to tell her to stop.” 

“That’s why you was hugged up with her?” I laugh bitterly. “You really think I’m fucking stupid, shit.”

Roman takes a step forward, “No, I don’t know why I did that, but baby, I ended everything with her.” 

His eyes pleaded with me and I could see the truth deep down, but it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough.

“I don’t care. You thought that shit was okay to do in the first place.” I point my finger at him. “So, I’m not gonna tell you again, get the fuck out of my way and let me go or I swear to God I will hate you for the rest of my life.” 

After a moment of staring into my eyes, Roman steps back with a small nod. 

“I’ll go if that’s what you want.” 

“That’s what I want.”

this is your final warning, you know i give you life...

Downstairs, I sit on the edge of the couch. There’s an emptiness inside me I’ve never felt before. Roman cleaned up the glass, but there’s a part of me that can see the destruction everywhere. This doesn’t feel like my own home anymore. 

Roman comes down the stairs with a suitcase and a duffle bag. My heart falls at the sight, but all I can do is get up and meet him at the front door.

“Mel, I love you, I’m so sorry.” He pleaded while I opened the door. “Can we work on this, baby?” 

My eyes overlook the evening sky, “I can’t stop picturing you and her. I can’t do this.” I take off my wedding rings and hand them to him. “Goodbye, Roman.” 

There’s an air that sits between us as he stares at the rings in his palm. Roman lets out a breath and walks out the door. I slam it shut behind him before he can turn and say anything else. I can’t look at him again, it’s the most painful thing I’d ever have to do in my life. 

And yet, I still contemplate how I can leave him behind forever when my heart refuses to let him go for good.

“If it’s what you truly want … I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized … you and your perfect girl.”

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[y2kas13]

Hiii can i request coach!sevika x beginner reader?? Like in the gym

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၄၃ Coach!Sevika x beginner!reader

၄၃ Summary: You decided to stick true to your New Year's resolution and go to the gym, but you're struck with embarrassment every time you enter, not just because you're a complete novice at exercise but also because a particularly beautiful woman who obviously knows what she's doing is there.

၄၃ CW: suggestive but no actual smut since it wasn't requested, sevika is naturally flirty and casually dominant and that rings true in this, no set body type just that reader hasn't exercised in a while, reader gets out of breath but no descriptions of asthma or anything seriously medically wrong.

၄၃ A/N: OMG GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT ON MY LAST FIC!! I'm so glad you guys actually enjoyed it and yes I will make a part two that is more fleshed out just allow me some time to do so lol. I'm gonna try to get into the swing of writing again as I've wanted to for a while but was unmotivated but since you've expressed your interest I shall do my best lol. As always interaction is appreciated and feel free to request whatever for any character I write for (check my masterlist to see which characters those are as I have updated it and my request rules) ALR ENOUGH YAP ESSSGETIT

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Like almost everyone on the planet on January 1st, I vowed to go to the gym. I've never been too concerned with my figure, I know that my size doesn't determine my worth or beauty but it does hurt my ego that the little 12-year-olds I babysit can carry more bags of groceries into the house than I can.

To prepare I bought a gym membership. I wanted to do pilates but the only classes were for rich stay-at-home moms with disposable incomes which I couldn't afford so I stuck to a cheap little gym membership. For Christmas, many of my friends and family bought me gym equipment and clothing to help jumpstart and keep me encouraged to go, as I don't want to feel as though I've wasted their money.

I procrastinated for a few days going under the guise of wanting to "avoid the rush on newcomers" when in reality I saw a couple of TikToks poking fun at the newcomers that come in January and don't know what they are doing then flake by February and it made me feel bad.

I want this to be serious I need to get stronger and improve physically.

I was on a downward spiral of insecurity about my skill or lack thereof when I saw an ad on Instagram advertising affordable trainers for newbie gym-goers.

Trying to cash in on the rush I see. I decided to click the link and check it out. If it's a scam, I'll just click out anyway.

I was greeted with a nicely arranged and professional-looking website. In the corner, I saw a badge that proudly announces 5 years of business. Must not be a scam after all I thought. I continue to look through the website partly due to boredom but also in part due to curiosity.

I click on a button that says "Personalize your workout and get a coach!" I fill it out completely and honestly because I could get help from someone who knows way more about exercise than I do. I'd rather cough up a few extra dollars every month and reach my goals rather than accidentally injure myself and never go back.

After a few moments of waiting for results it tells me I'm a complete novice, no duh, I thought. I should start with a completely basic workout to get me started but not overdo it. it gives me a couple of options for trainers who specialize in training newbies.

"Ew, they are all creepy-looking old guys." There was a fleck of disappointment in my tone. I kept looking though just to see if there wasn't anyone... geriatric looking. Then I see her.

A beautiful brown-skinned woman, at least 6 feet tall who is absolutely ripped. A calm, yet slightly authoritative look took over her face. After a moment of just staring at her pictures, I read her description.

Hi, I'm Sevika. I’m 37 and have been exercising since I was a teenager so I know a thing or two about properly exercising and targeting the right muscle groups. Message me if you're interested in having me train you. Short and sweet, huh? I thought to myself after reading her quite short bio. I didn't even give it much of a second thought as I clicked her to be my coach and sent a deposit to lock it in. Then, promptly passed out as it was well past 2 am and I still had to work tomorrow.

After leaving work I came home and got ready to go to the gym. I had been briefly texting Sevika to set up meeting times for the weeks to come. To my disappointment, all her messages were short and to the point. we agreed every two days a week to keep it simple enough but to too hardcore to burn myself out, or my wallet.

I checked my new fitness watch to see what time it was and saw that I was cutting it close to when I had to meet her. From her messages, she seems very no-nonsense and wouldn't appreciate it if I was late for our first meeting. Not that I want to waste any time getting to see her.

After a short car ride, I go inside, get my new membership card to sign in, and then walk into the gym part. I look around a little anxious. all these people and these frankly daunting-looking equipment make me second guess myself, everyone looks like they know what they're doing what if they're secretly judging me for being new? Right as I'm gonna say fuck it and take the L of losing out on some money I hear a voice from my right call out my name.

I whip my head around to see who could be calling me I see her in all her glory.

Those pictures did not do her justice.

She's even more breathtaking in person. Before I can go on and keep staring at her she makes her way over to me with a natural swagger in her walk. I can't stop staring at her muscles that poke through her tight gray shirt. As she comes closer someone stops to dap her up. "Big Mama is back huh? haven't seen you in a bit." Big Mama is right. "Took a break to give you losers a chance to catch up to me, obviously it didn't help much." They both have a slight chuckle, Sevika pats them on their back and walks past them with a promise to hit them up later.

She finally walks up to me and gives me a quick look up and down and smirks slightly. “So you're the newbie I'll be training for the next couple of weeks huh?” I give a flushed smile and nod a tad too fast, “Yup, that's me, I'm excited to get back into the gym!” She gives me a bigger smirk at this. “I'm excited to have you here.” she leaves a lingering look at my lips that quickly goes down to my hips and back up to my eyes. She leads me towards the middle of the gym.

We discussed my reasons for exercising, and she mapped out a plan of action for my exercises. She also promised to send me a meal plan to follow to further my exercise journey.

“Alright let's start with some basic arm exercises since you're focused on strength in your upper body.” She led me to a bench and instructed me to bend over it with one arm supporting and one arm lifting the dumbbell.

As I moved she watched softly correcting my form but her hands lingered perhaps just a bit to long. I kept up doing several different low-impact strength training all of which Sevika kept a close eye and even closer hand on me to correct my form. 

As time seemingly stretched on for ages, I finally completed my exercise routine for the day. As I gulped down my water rather quickly, her voice broke me from my exhausted daze.

“Well, judging by your dehydration and sweat on your brow, you definitely got in a good workout.” Her chuckle at the end of her statement brought over a rush of embarrassment, and I quickly tried to wipe any sweat off myself and calm down my rapid breath. So much for not trying to embarrass myself in front of her.

“Oh my god, I must look insane right now, just give me a moment to compose myself!” I say hurriedly trying to fix my hair and save face in front of her. She reaches out and grabs my hand, “No need to be embarrassed I think you look real good all sweaty in front of me.” Her grip on my arm and her words makes me look up at her and see the sultry look in her eyes. 

“How about I take you into the locker room and help you… freshen up.”

[champagnecherryblossom]

• Behind the Spotlight: His Craving, Her Bliss •

Pairing | mingi x fem!reader

Word Count | 860

Summary | Being famous was the best, but the stress and overworking was the price to pay. That is unless you had someone to help relieve it.

Warnings | idol au, dom!mingi, fem!reader, self denying, riding, clit play, dry humping, raw (wrap it up), slightly begging, dirty talking (the slightest), twt link.

A/N - first twt link, link is somewhere in the middle of the fic 😏

After a long day of dance practice, Mingi wanted nothing more then to get home and be with you. And that was exactly what he did.

As soon as he walked into your shared apartment, Mingi wasted no time in pulling you in his arms. His face immediately in the crook of your neck. His lips latching onto the soft skin that he kissed and sucked.

Mingi was never to leave cheap small hickeys, he made sure to leave dark lasting ones. Ones that you hated and were a bitch to cover up, but also secretly loved. So when you felt him latch on you did so little to pull away making a small cheap whine escape your lips.

Chuckling lowly against your neck, Mingi backed you up towards the couch. His already harden cock grinding against you for friction. Pushing the taller at arms length. You smirked.

“Not so fast, my turn to be top” You said seductively. Taking his hand you lead him to the bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed, you straddled his crotch.

The feeling of his confined member rubbing against your aching cunt, you couldn’t help but grind against him. Looking down at him, you were welcomed by the sight of Mingi biting his lip as he tried his best to hold back his pathetic moans and begs for more.

“Was work that long?” You teased. Pulling your tank top off, you tossed it over the bed. You’re breast free and aroused. Mingi’s breath hitched, his hand reaching up as his kneaded your plushy breast.

“Fuck… I’ve been thinking of these all day.” Mingi groaned as he thrusted up against you. Letting out a surprised moan, you looked down at Mingi. You couldn’t wait anymore, you needed him inside you.

“Pants and boxers off, Song.” You demanded as you pushed yourself off to remove your own clothes, the ones you still had on that is.

Mingi wasted no time in stripping from his clothes, his member pressed hard and throbbing against his lower abdomen. You moaned at the sight, getting back to straddling him. You gave Mingi a pussy-job, your folds wrapped around his length soaking it with your slick. Your clit tapping against his tip every grind you made.

Mingi’s grip on your hips was tight, almost bruising. He needed to be in you, but you were teasing him despite being just as horny as him. With a few more grinds, you felt that familiar tightness. Quivering you pulled away, your cunt throbbing deep long throbs. Mingi’s head shot up as he looked at you.

“Why’d you stop?” He said breathless, his hips involuntary thrusting up against nothing. His tip leaking of his arousal, he was bothered. Maybe even more than you were.

You smirked as you played with your nipples, his eyes locked on your breast. He bit his lip as he took his cock into his hand giving it a few strokes before you slapped his hand away.

“No touch, Mings.” You whined. Letting a frustrated groan, Mingi listened anyways.

Satisfied, you took his length into your hand before you hovered over his leaking tip. With a swift movement you sank onto his cock. The feeling was overwhelming for the both of you, you took a moment to clench around him once he was balls deep. Mingi for one had a hard time trying to not thrust up into you.

“I’m gonna ride you now.” You said looking down at him. Mingi’s hands gripped onto your hips, his head thrown back against the pillows as he let out a breathless ‘yes, ride me’.

And you did, you rode him like it was your last day on earth. The sound of skin against skin filled the room with his grunts and groans, your moans and slugging from your wet cunt mixed with the arousal you guys were in.

The feeling came back, that tightness in your stomach. Your walls clenched around him making Mingi thrust up. Slipping off him, you quivered once more. You’re thighs shaking as you watched his cock throb with need and lost.

“Come on, stop doing that…” Mingi begged, he knew he could easily turn the tables. Which he was on the verge of doing. But he knew he couldn’t. It was the only rule you guys had. Once one if top, their top. But then again, rules were meant to be broken.

Smirking, you slipped him back in and began to ride him. His cock twitched, his hands going back to your hips and holding them there. Without any hesitation, Mingi fucked up into you. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck it, I’ll let you torture me later.” Mingi groaned as he pulled you down onto his cock. The skin against skin intensifying as he forced you against his cock. You’re eyes rolled back, you fingers rubbed against your clit. You were in pure bliss.

“You’re so fucked. Mingi.” You moaned out.

“I know.” He smirked as he flipped the positions, his hips snapped into yours as his cock hit deep inside you.

“Fuck… I’m going to ruin you.”

And he did, so much for the rule.

[skzplayera]

i saw this photo and i was like WOW, i love men with big hearts, and i obviously know something else is big!!

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pairing : minho x reader warnings : degradation (?) , smut , fluff , rough / messy sex , mentions of big dick ( bc he obviously has one ) notes : aftercare at the end because minho wouldnt fuck you for the first time and not give you aftercare !!

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you were sitting on the couch in the living room, scrolling on your phone. you open twitter, randomly scrolling and liking some posts until one of them catches your eye. It was a video of your boyfriend, minho, dancing. you’ve seen videos of him dancing before, but this video in particular was different. he was wearing an all white outfit, but the shirt wasnt any ordinary shirt. it had a low v cut collar, making his big chest show. you and minho had only been dating for four months, so you two haven’t done anything intimate. The farthest you two have gone was a messy makeout session before bed, but never anything more than that. gosh you two haven’t even seen each other naked yet, but i mean its only been eight months so maybe thats why. you keep looking at your phone, liking and commenting a filthy comment on the video with shaky hands, watching it over and over again, staring at his chest before turning off your phone and getting up to get something to eat. you head into the kitchen, pulling out some ingredients to make ramen. you decided to make some for you and minho since he was coming home from practice in a bit anyways. As the ramen was cooking, you could hear the front door unlocking.

“jagiya, im home!” he says as he walks into the kitchen, seeing you there. He walks up to you and gives you a back hug, then turns you around to kiss you on the lips. you smile and ruffle his sweaty hair before asking, “how was practice?” he just sighs tiredly, giving you a kiss on your forehead, “tiring as always..but today was my last day before i got a week off, so it was worth it!” he replies, seeing your shocked face and giggling. “you’re finally off?! they haven’t given you a break in ages, im so happy for you!” you say, kissing his cheek. “yeah surprisingly..im gonna go shower okay? then we can eat and watch a movie, how does that sound?” he asks you. you just nod, giving him a soft smile. he then just giggles at you and turns around, heading towards your shared restroom that was in the bedroom.

about 30 minutes pass by, and you hear the water to the shower stop. luckily the food was finished by then, still fresh and hot. you get out two bowls from the kitchen cabinets, pouring the ramen into both of the bowls, then setting them down at the table with a spoon and chopsticks. minho comes out of the restroom in a loose shirt and sweatpants, his wet hair being messy. he walks towards the table, hugging you then whispering something sweet in your ear, “you’re the best girlfriend ever, you know.” you just smile and blush at his comment, “and you’re the best boyfriend ever, now hurry up and eat before it gets cold.” you say, patting his head playfully. he giggles and sits down, and you sit down after him. you two have a small conversation, finishing your food and putting your plates up. before you know it, you’re cuddled on the bed like couch with him, a big blanket covering you two while you guys find a movie to watch. after endless scrolling and not being able to find anything, he decides to pick up your phone to lookup a movie or show to watch. you let him, but then realize that you never closed out twitter. he unlocks the phone and sees himself on the screen, making him giggle.

“watching videos about me while im gone?” he says, then opens the comments to see yours posted a few hours ago. he doesn’t say anything, he just reads it, smiling in shock. “it just popped up on my feed..i didn’t search it up or anything..!” you say nervously, trying to reach out for your phone but just as you do, he slaps your hand, swatting it away. “do you really want me jagi?” he asks, putting down your phone, and making eye contact with you. you slowly nod, keeping eye contact with him. “you want me to fuck you rough? fill you up and make you whine?” you nod again, not being able to speak. “if you really want me to break you then you’re gonna have to speak baby.” he says, sitting up and moving on top of you to pin you down onto the couch, “yes sir..” you respond before being attacked on the neck by him. he bites and sucks wherever he can, making sure you have enough hickeys to show off to everyone. he removes the blanket off you two, then slowly zips down his hoodie that you were wearing, and to his surprise, you weren’t wearing anything underneath other than a cute lacy bra, and luckily, it was his favorite color. he smirks and sits up to move his hands behind your back, quickly unclipping your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He leaned his face into your chest, biting and licking everywhere, sucking on your hard nipples. you whined underneath him, grabbing his hair and slightly tugging. he continued until your chest was full of marks made by him, making him smile at the sight.

“do you want me? you think you can take me?” you nod eagerly, tugging on his collared shirt. he giggles at your actions as you pull him close to your face, making him give you a peck on your lips, then unbuttoning his shirt to reveal whats hiding under. he had a BEAUTIFUL chest, he was buff everywhere. he had big beautiful veiny arms & hands, it made you go feral. you didn’t realize how long you were staring for until he pointed it out, chuckling at you. “you dont know how long ive been wanting this baby..” he tells you, then before you know it, hes taking off his sweatpants as well, revealing his huge bulge in his boxers. he discards the pants somewhere with his shirt, then focuses back on you, playing with the hem of your shorts before giving you small kisses on your legs, leading all the way before stopping to where your shorts got in the way. he softly growls and tugs down your shorts in a fast motion, making you gasp at how quickly the cold air hits your bare thighs. he looks at your cute lacy underwear which matched your bra that was thrown on the floor moments ago.“fuck baby a matching set? you know how to kill me, hm?” you smile at him before responding, “I bought it months ago and didn’t decide to wear it until now..so its your lucky day i guess.” you say giggling, he just jokingly rolls his eyes before kissing you passionately. you wrap your arms around his neck while he kisses you, then gasp, feeling a hand touch your thigh, then your clothed pussy. he makes soft circles with his thumb on your clothed clit, making you moan in his mouth. he pulls away and leans down to get in between your legs, using his hands to spread your legs wide open, placing soft kisses and licking your clit. he can feel how wet you are, soaking your underwear with your juices. “so wet..just for me, all for me..” he says, then sneaks a finger through your underwear, softly playing with your pussy before pulling down your underwear, fully taking them off and throwing them on the floor. he plays with your clit for a bit before sticking a finger in your cunt, making you gasp and tighten around his finger. he slowly fucks you with his one finger before adding another one out of nowhere, making you moan at the feeling of being stretched out just by his fingers.

“how does that feel baby?” before you get any time to respond, he fucks you even faster and deeper, making you whine and moan like a pornstar. “f-feels so good min..” he smiles and continues to finger fuck you until you finally explode, coating his fingers with your juices. he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, giving you some time to relax before you feel his hands on your body, flipping you around so that your laying on your stomach. it happened so fast you almost couldn’t comprehend what he said before he repeats it again. “what? are you that fucked out that you cant hear me? oh baby, im going to fuck your brains even more, so put your ass up for me.” you dont say anything and you do what he orders, putting your ass up. he smirks and gives your ass a slap before taking off his boxers and teasing you with his cock, rubbing his tip against your slit. you whine, pushing your ass against him, hoping he would just shove it in and fuck you silly. after a few more seconds, he slowly puts it in, stretching you out to your max. he was HUGE. he kept pushing it in, making you realize how long his cock actually was. whenever he was done, you felt like you could feel him in your stomach, making you moan. he lets you adjust to the feeling for a few seconds before slowly pulling in and out, making you grip the bed sheets below you. he keeps going harder and faster with each thrust, making you practically scream to the point where the neighbors could probably hear. “m-min..fuck, s-so big..” you mumble, drool pooling out of your mouth. he fucks you like a wild rabbit in heat, going so fast, not letting you think. he moans as you tighten around him, knowing that you’re probably close to cumming. with a few more thrusts, you moan and orgasm around his cock, making him close to cumming aswell. “where do you want me baby, tell me now please..” he moans out, still fucking into you roughly. “inside..please, fuck min, fill me up..” you answer without hesitation, so that’s exactly what he does. he cums deeply inside of you, making you whine at the feeling of being filled with his hot cum. he gives a few more thrusts before fully coming to a stop. he falls on top of you, and you two sit there in silence, just hearing the sound of eachother panting.

“im gonna go start a bath for us, and then we can order takeout okay?” you just nod, too tired to respond. he moves a few strands out of your face before softly kissing you on the lips and pulling out, making you slightly whine at the lost of being filled. he giggles and gives you another kiss on your forehead before gently getting up, and heading towards the bathroom to start the warm bath. making sure it was the right temperature before heading back towards the bedroom again, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom, placing you in the bath with him. he gently laid you on top of him, caressing your body and cleaning you off properly with your loofa, making sure you were taken care of first before he focused on himself. you were trying not to drift to sleep while he cleaned himself, but he knew you were tired, so he quickly did what he had to do. once he was done, he picked you up and held you close to him while he drained the water out the tub. he then wrapped a towel around you two, mainly making sure it covered you. he dries you and himself up, then puts one of his clean hoodies on you with a pair of your shorts, not bothering to put any underwear on you. he then takes you to bed and lays you down comfortably, covering you with the sheets before heading back to the bathroom to get himself dressed as well. he comes back to see you asleep, and he couldn’t help but smile. “jagiya..” he says, gently waking you up. “im gonna order some food okay? just rest for now and ill wake you up once its here.” you just look up at him and nod, then grab his wrist to softly pull him to bed, which he complies and falls into the bed with you, quickly pressing the order button on his device and putting his phone down to pull you closer to him, holding you close to him as you fall asleep safely in his arms.

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HI , this is my first fanfic so wow..if there is any spelling mistakes or anyone who would love to be like an editor or help me write fanfics then let me know !!

also please request ideas, i need to post more ! love yall!

[doberbutts]

I’m kinda new to tumblr so idk if this is like, improper, but that recent shit about your folks sucking was rough. just like, to read. I can’t even imagine how hard it sucks to be there right now. but idk I wanted to shoot an anonymous ask and just be like “hey you’re gonna make it” which I know you already know but figured it would be nice to hear from someone else too, so. hang in there fellow trans person and fuck your family’s behavior

Oh I never did really fully explain what was happening did I?

My great aunt died on December 1 and it wasn't particularly unexpected (she was very old, and her husband died a few years ago on Dec 3) but it was quite sudden and without much warning. I drove to my parents' house to mourn and help with funeral arrangements and it was my first time visiting since right before covid and also since starting medical transition. I figured I'd be enduring a lot of misgendering and the like but wanted to be there for my aunt because I had a lot of wonderful memories of celebrating Christmas at her house with her and my uncle.

An assortment of little comments added up over the next 24 hours until my mother effectively called me stupid unprompted to my face as I drove her from my sister's house back to her own, because I'd said that my niece and nephew were quite smart and that wasn't an abnormality within our family. This is referring to my graduating at 16 and testing well into genius for my IQ, my sister winning several national awards for her poetry and essays, my adult nephew graduating at 17 and only because of an August birthday, both of my parents having masters degrees they earned on scholarships they were given due to their own strong writing, etc and now my niece is skipping a grade and my nephew is averaging well above his grade level and likely will skip a grade too. So I said something about being a family of smart kids and my mom more or less went "well one of my kids isn't very bright" and then looked hard at me.

I'm the only college drop out of my siblings, and with a worse gpa. It's also not the first time she's called me stupid but normally not in so many words or out of left field like that so it cut pretty deep especially considering all the other bs I'd been putting up with since arriving.

I voiced discomfort with what I had (correctly) assumed she meant as a joke, which turned into an argument, which made me have the realization that this is not my home and has not been my home in some time and in fact the reason my mental health improved rapidly when I left is because I got away from her and all of her nasty little comments she doesn't think are a big deal and now I'm having a panic attack and oh- this is a trauma response. I am back in the same house, the same bedroom, the same situation, and I am being triggered, and I am having a trauma freak out, and it has been a very long time since this place and these people have been anything but detrimental to me.

TO HER CREDIT she did come into my bedroom late that night and stated that she couldn't sleep because she felt awful because clearly she seriously misstepped and did not actually mean to hurt me this badly but at that point the damage was done. We talked it out and then we both cried ourselves to sleep in our respective bedrooms and then I woke up with covid the next day and drove the 5 hours back home so I could access healthcare in my state with my state insurance.

And I don't think I will ever go back there willingly, at least not to stay overnight. I'll come up with a reason that I have to stay at a hotel or something.

So anyway long story short the issue was relatively shortlived and I am now back to normal but WOW that was a BAD night. I have not had a night like that in a very long time.

[niraves]

Okay so, I'm a little nervous to post this because I'm not a native speaker and it's my first fanfiction in years and about bucktommy, not to mention in english lol. I need to practice my writing before the exam I'm planning to take in march, so for any grammatical mistakes I apologize.

This started out as an idea for a post but it became bigger, so I just ran with it.

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this little fanfic. I tried my best.

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One day Buck and Tommy work on a scene together. It's a long, exhausting day for the both of them (just like when the 118 waited for that guy to come off of the roof all day. Waiting until the owner of the house had enough) and Buck's in a mood.

First they are having the "exes being polite and professional with each other" conversations.

Then as the day goes by, they become more and more agitated with each other. They first start to fight on minor things in front of everyone, then these fights become bigger. The tension grows. Chim tries to make some jokes to lighten the mood, but it's no use. Eddie also tries to talk about sports with Tommy but he's clearly distracted. He keeps glancing at Evan which makes the latter even more anxious.

Buck behaves like a brat all day, while Tommy is trying to keep it together because if they're gonna get into it here, maybe he will say something he doesn't mean. And it's hard for him, because he just wants to say he's not mad at Buck, he's mad at himself. But he can't just do that because he doesn't have the right to be the victim of his crimes. The crime is breaking both of their hearts. 

So he keeps fighting back, until Buck snaps and tells him off, how much he was hurting after the break up, and how much he still misses Tommy and the last few months has been hell for him and he doesn't know what's wrong with him. Why is everyone leaving him? 

This goes on until Tommy can't take it anymore, so he pulls Buck between the fire engines, away from everyone else and is trying to explain himself.

"Evan I-"

Buck crosses his arms, his eyes blazing with frustration. “What, Tommy? What could you possibly say to fix this?”

Tommy can't do it, not now. He should explain, he needs to explain, but the weight of everything -their breakup, the months apart, the words he’s too scared to say -crushes him.

As they are standing there, so close to each other, the urge to kiss Buck - to kiss Evan- is bigger, so he leans in and kisses him instead. Deeply and passionately, he tries to put every emotion he has into this one kiss, because after they're pulled away he knows he's lost. He will have to explain, but right now he wants to enjoy this moment while it lasts.

Buck stiffens for half a second before melting into it, his hands finding their way to Tommy’s shoulders. For a moment, it’s like nothing else exists.

Until they run out of breath.

Tommy pulls away first. His eyes are glossy. He breaks out crying as he whispers, "I'm sorry".

In the distance Bobby calls for Buck.

Buck hesitates for a moment, then leans in, brushing his lips against Tommy’s cheek. His voice is soft but firm when he says, ‘You’re not gonna get away with this. I'll call you after we're done here. We're going to talk."

And then he’s gone, leaving Tommy standing alone between the firetrucks, tears streaming down his face.

[euph0riacc]

Last Line Tag:

Tagged by the wonderful @swifty-fox and @reallylilyreally from literal decades ago so I’m here to deliver!

Wild Geese (The Post Fic):

John laughs and it’s like dragging gravel, rough and grating on the ears. “Well gee what more can I ask for Buck?” He scuffs his foot into the ground, angry– at what, Gale doesn’t know. “Bad food, no warmth and guards breathing down our pissin’ necks. Like bunking with this goddamn fort engine ain’t bad enough.”

Gale catches the slip, looks to Crank who won’t meet his eye. “The guards giving you trouble, Bucky?”

“Only as much as the next guy,” John answers, cagey.

Do they know you’re a Major, have you told them?

“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” John fronts, like he’s not sporting a new art piece on his face, like Gale can’t see the sun shining through the cracks in his facade.

“I don’t doubt it,” Gale says, low and soft, like he could settle him with just his words. If only it worked like that.

Where the Lemon Tree Grows: (omega!John) ((( which the devious @swifty-fox is co writing with me hehe))

He’s standing like he’s balancing on a razor blade, like any move at all could set him off. He’s the only one of them that’s sober and yet he’s the one who most looks like he’s going to lose it. John should want to get away, should want to escape from the impact zone as quickly as he can.

He doesn’t. And instead, he moves closer, drawn to him by some unknowable force. Buck’s anger is thick on the air, laying cloying and rich on his tongue like melted chocolate. It sends a small shiver down his spine, one that John tries hard to suppress but one that Buck sees anyway.

“Buck,” John says slowly, working the name over his tongue like he’s just first hearing it, drawing out the syllables. “You tryna rein me in?”

Buck tilts his head, eyes glinting in the moonlight. “Do I have to?” He looks bored and vaguely irritated.

John sighs, maybe a little dramatically, and slings an arm around the alpha’s shoulders, easily achieved with the slight height advantage he has over him. “You’re no fun.”

“You’re too much fun.”

He grins. “No such thing.”

Buck frowns. “There is and you’re it.”

Non-Verbal! John:

He’s quiet now. So quiet it’s fucking terrifying.

Gale thinks privately that it’s been building to this, that he’s seen the signs scattered through the monotony of camp life. John holds his words like they mean something now, like he only has a few of them left before he runs out completely. He’s done this before, trapped his words between his teeth like an animal. But it had only ever lasted a few days, if that, before Gale had been able to coax him back into the conversation, even if it was only whispered words between the sheets.

Where’s he gone, Gale thinks one day as he watches John scowl at something beyond the fence, where’s the man I knew? Because he hasn’t seen him, not since the Stalag. Not since whatever happened in those four days between crash and capture.

Benny blames it on the head injury.

“They cracked him so hard that you could see his pissin’ skull,” Benny says, as if that explains it. “It’s bound to have knocked something loose”

He looks up from his playing cards, meets Gale’s eyes across the bunkroom as if he’s speaking to him alone.

They’re wrong, and Gale knows it. He’s sat with John through the nights where he’s convinced his skull is gonna split open, gripping it between roughened palms as the ache from bones healed wrong becomes a little too much, a little too strong.

He’s quiet then too, but it’s a different kind of silence, one that has Gale pulling all the moth eaten curtains shut during the day and pressing cloth-wrapped snow to his temples in a bid to help, to numb the pain that rears up inside him some days like a bad aftertaste.

It’s different now.

Voilà, Euphoriac’s buffet. Bon Appetit

[melanchol1cs]

NO LONGER MINE TO HOLD.

leon kennedy x reader

word count: 1.1k summary: can a heart still break once it's stopped beating? masterlist | taglist | wips

no major warnings. mentions of death, greif, depression, not too explicit but descriptions of what it feels like to be in a coffin, kind of angsty(?)

a/n: i’m gonna cry i’m actually running out of lace dividers so don’t mind me reusing the old ones i’ve made </3 ANYWAY so sorry i forgot to post this, had alot going on this week but my schedule has pretty much cleared up

the engagement ring still sparkles on your finger, catching faint light that filters through the cracks, like stray beams breaking through the slats of a coffin. it shouldn’t. you shouldn’t see light anymore, not from this angle, not buried in this strange in-between.

it’s strange how death works—how the weight of the ring lingers, heavy and familiar, while everything else has faded. you can’t feel the warmth of leon’s hand, only the echo of it, as though it’s reaching for you through layers of earth, clawing at the emptiness where you used to be.

you thought death would be… cleaner. lights out, cue the credits, fade to black. you thought death meant silence—the cool weight of the dirt pressing you down into nothingness.

no one tells you it’s like this: stuck, suspended, neither above nor below. a ghost with nowhere to haunt. you can feel the world moving above you, every step leon takes a muffled tremor through the fabric of your absence. and you can’t dig your way out.

it’s cruel, honestly. you didn’t sign up to be an audience to your own absence. you didn’t sign up for any of it.

the first few weeks are agony. leon is a wreck. you’d try to comfort him if you could, but there’s no way to bridge the gap now. you’re here, and he’s there, and no matter how much you want to reach out, to brush his hair back from his face the way you used to, you can’t. so you watch.

the apartment becomes a kind of tomb, sealed off and stagnant.

he’s quiet now, quieter than you ever remember him being. no more humming while he brushes his teeth. no more off-key singing in the shower. no more dumb little jokes about how you take up the whole bed when you sleep, even though you knew he was worse.

your toothbrush still sits on the bathroom sink, your sweater still drapes over the chair, your mug is still in the sink, the laundry basket still smells like you, but he hasn’t touched it. not yet. he can’t.

instead, he sits in the dark most days, nursing half-empty beers he never finishes, staring at the wall like he’s waiting for it to speak.

he walks through the place like a man carrying his own casket, shoulders slumped, each step slow and heavy.

and his sobs come at night, muffled but raw, like they’re clawing their way out of him. you try to reach out, but there’s no breaking through.

you’re trapped beneath the weight of everything you left behind—his love, his sorrow, the life you didn’t get to finish.

it’s not that you expected him to bounce back right away—he loved you too much for that—but you didn’t think it would be this bad. it’s like he’s disappeared along with you, his laughter, his joy, his everything swallowed up by the void you left behind.

you thought this would be the worst part.

the grief. the silence. the way his hands shake when he turns the engagement photo face-down because he can’t stand to look at it anymore. you thought this was the hardest thing you’d ever have to endure.

you were wrong.

because time doesn’t stop for grief. it doesn’t stop for love, or for loss, or for you. it marches on, dragging everyone with it, no matter how much they resist. leon is no exception. slowly, almost imperceptibly, things start to change.

it’s the small things at first. the toothbrush disappears. your clothes get packed away, though he leaves your favorite sweater in the back of the closet.

he doesn’t sit by the window as much anymore, staring out at nothing. the framed photos of you slowly disappear from the walls, though the empty space it leaves behind feels louder than any picture ever was.

that one photo stays face-down for months, until one day it’s gone altogether. he starts going outside more, answering calls from friends, taking the time to breathe. it should make you happy. it’s what you always wanted for him.

and then, one day, he laughs.

you feel the shift like a crack in the foundation, a split in the earth above you.

it happens at the coffee shop you used to love, the one with the mismatched chairs and the too-sweet caramel lattes.

he’s sitting there, alone at first, until she shows up. she’s soft-looking, with kind eyes and a nervous smile, and she spills her drink all over his table.

you expect him to be annoyed, maybe even leave. but no. instead, he smiles. actually smiles. it’s small and hesitant and doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but it’s there.

you feel something crack inside you. or maybe outside you. it’s hard to tell.

because here’s the thing: you wanted him to move on, didn’t you? you wanted him to heal, to find something good again, someone who could pull him out of the mess you left behind. but wanting that and watching it happen are two entirely different things.

she makes him happy. and that’s the worst part.

she’s kind to him, and he’s kind to her, and soon, they’re sharing the kind of warmth you once thought belonged only to you. it burns in a way the cold silence of death never did.

he smiles more now, even laughs sometimes, and there’s a lightness to him that hasn’t been there since… well, since you.

and you can’t leave. you’re bound here, like roots tangled too deep in the soil to ever be pulled free. you tell yourself it’s love, that you’re staying for him, to make sure he’s okay. but you know the truth. you’re here because you can’t let go. because even though his heart is piecing itself back together in someone else’s hands, it still feels like it should be yours.

they say you die twice: once when your heart stops beating, and again when someone says your name for the last time. but there's a third death, you think, when you watch the love of your life fall in love with someone else. it’s like death all over again, this time slower, piece by piece.

so yes, a heart can still break once it's stopped beating. yours does, every time he smiles at her the way he used to smile at you.

tags: @clitorphosis @withonly-sweetheart @fanilkychae @crowleyco

[cherryblossomcowgirl]

Hangman’s Ghost

WC: 4.7k

TW: Trauma, injury, angst, cursing, mentions of blood, PTSD

Hangman x reader; Bob Floyd x sister!reader

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I drive along the coast with the windows down, taking in a deep breath of the ocean air. Camp Pendleton had technically been my home for the last 2 years, but back to back deployments had kept me far away from California.. and my brother. Bobby had been so excited when I got stationed near him. I haven’t seen him since he helped me move into my apartment 2 years ago. I call when I can. He’ll send an email here and there. I’ve never been to his house, but he sent me his address years ago. When I landed stateside, I decided it would be my first stop. There’s a few cars at his bungalow, so I park my truck in the street and walk up to the door. Music is blaring and realize he can’t hear the bell, so I walk in the front door. “Bobby?? Bobby?!” There’s a handful of people standing around drinking and Bob’s head pops out from the kitchen, “Y/n?” I run over and he wraps me in a hug, “You’re home? You’re home! I haven’t heard from you in months!” He pulls back and punches my arm. I nudge him, “Sorry, work stuff. Drove here straight from the airport.” Bob turns down the record player and motions to everyone in the living room, “Y/n this is the Daggers, Daggers this is Y/n.. my little sister.” There’s scattered “Hello”s. Bob grabs me a beer from the kitchen, “Where’d you fly in from?” “Germany.” He raises an eyebrow, “Thought you were in Africa.” I shrug, “Pit stop.” “A pit stop for somebody special?” I roll my eyes, “No Bobby, just work.” I take off my flannel and tie it around my waist, causing Bobby to gasp, “What have you done to your arms?!” “Bobby, they’re called tattoos. Calm down.” He rubs his forehead, “The whole being jacked thing, I get. The gym is your ‘You’ time.. but sleeves? Why didn’t you tell me?” I laugh, “Because I knew you would react like this. But look right here..” I point to the inside of my bicep. His eyes get watery, “Our hometown.” “Oh so you just memorize coordinates now?” He smiles, “Only those.” “Yeah, me too.” He hugs me, “I’ve missed you.” He rejoins the group in the living room and I follow. Everyone seems very nice. Natasha is chatty, Bradshaw is goofy, Payback and Fanboy are a bit more to themselves. I excuse myself and head to the restroom. I hear a commotion that sounds like someone else has arrived. When I walk out into the hallway, I see a tall man with blonde hair. He turns around and his green eyes pierce mine. My heart drops into my stomach. I feel the blood drain from my face. “Ghost?” He says, barely above a whisper. My eyes scan and see Bobby in the living room, paying no attention. I meet his green eyes again, pleading, “Not here. Not now. Please.” He nods and rejoins the group. I sit on the couch, fighting my brain as it takes me back to that day. I can smell the smoke. I can hear the explosions. Bobby sits beside me and throws an arm around my shoulders, “We are gonna walk down to the Hard Deck, wanna join?” “Sure, I slept most of the flight anyways.” He smiles and I follow the group down the street to a little beach bar.

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“Penny, this is my sister Y/n. She just got in from Germany!” Penny smiles, “Welcome home! What can I get ya?” “Beer please.” She pops off the top and hands me the bottle. I follow Bob to the pool tables and he chuckles, “So you’re a beer drinker now?” “Can’t be very picky in the desert.” He nods in agreement and picks up a pool cue. I sit back and sip my beer. Hangman keeps an eye on me all night. The beer is barely helping calm my nerves. Bobby and his friends seem to be pretty far gone at this point and the bar keeps getting more crowded. I tap Bob’s shoulder, “I’m gonna get some air.” He nods and continues playing darts. As soon as I open the back door, the smell of ocean hits me. I kick off my shoes and head down to the sand. The water is cold on my toes. The sound of waves takes me far away from my thoughts. “Ghost?” I turn and meet those green eyes. “Hangman.” His brow furrows, “Bob doesn’t know, does he?” I shake my head. He pauses for a minute and then rests his hand on my shoulder, “Are you okay?” I look at the stars, trying to stare at anything but him, “I’m fine.” I can hear the concern in his voice, “Ghost, c’mon.” Shrugging his hand off, I turn to him, “Don’t call me that here. I’m just Y/n here.” He nods, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes, “Okay Y/n, I’m Jake.” His hand extends and I take it. I am immediately taken back.

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FLASHBACK

*”Marine! Grab my hand! I’m gonna get you out of here.” My eyes are trying to focus but the chaos around me is making it impossible. I grab the hand in front of me, meeting a warm and steady force. I am pulled up, instantly feeling horrible pain in my leg. “Don’t look down, look at me. Look at me. What’s your callsign?” I blink the dust and debris from my eyes, and find the bright green eyes of my rescuer. My throat is sore but I croak out, “Ghost.” He smirks, “Howdy Ghost, the name’s Hangman. Let’s get you on the plane.” He throws my arm around his shoulders and takes the weight off of my leg completely. He is calm. Steady. I am holding onto his hand like my life depends on it, which right now it does. My vision keeps going in and out. He squeezes my hand three times, sending a wave of comfort over me. A distant explosion brings me back to reality. “Did they get out? On the bird? Did it work?” Hangman nods, “They’re back at base.” He lifts me into the plane, strapping me in. I’m still going in and out, watching him start up the engine and take off.*

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“Y/n, you okay?” I open my eyes and I am sitting in the sand, Jake’s jacket around my shoulders. You can see the worry in his eyes. I take a breath, “Sorry, yeah. Yeah I’m good.” “You know it is fine if you aren’t. Did you see it again?” I nod, “Yeah. It’s your damn eyes.” He smirks, “I would change them for ya if I could.” I smile and wipe the tear that was forming in the corner of my eye, “Bobby didn’t tell me his squad deployed to Africa.” “We didn’t.. I volunteered. Bob didn’t tell me his sister’s a Raider.” I slide his jacket off and hand it back to him, “We don’t really talk about it. Usually just tell him where I’m going. Can’t really tell him what I’m doing.” He sets his jacket beside him, “How’s your leg?” “You already know the answer to that.” Jake nervously chuckles, “And what do you mean by that?” “When I woke up, the nurse asked me who the hottie was that camped out in the hallway. She also said you stayed by my bed for a while after I got out of surgery.” I scan his face and notice a slight blush coloring his cheeks. He clears his throat, “You didn’t have any family listed. I didn’t want you to be alone.” The sincerity of his tone surprises me. How could a complete stranger care so much for me? I gently place my hand on top of his, staring straight ahead at the ocean, “Thank you. For everything.” His hand turns to grab mine, then he squeezes it three times. I pull away quickly and look at him, “You’ve done that before. What is that?” He takes my hand again, “My Mom always did that growing up. Anytime she could tell I was nervous, she’d grab my hand and squeeze it three times. Like a.. I’m right here.” He squeezes my hand three times again, searching my face for a response. A tear spills over and falls down my cheek. He wipes it, his hand lingering for a second. I take a breath, “I tore all 4 ligaments in my knee. Most of the cuts were superficial.. some needed a few stitches. I stayed in Germany for a bit to start rehab there. They say the artificial ligaments are practically indestructible.” “Do you get to go back to your unit?” I smile, “They told me take as much time as I need and my spot is there when I’m ready.” Happiness lights up his face and he throws his arms around me, squeezing tight, “I’m so proud of you!” Part of me is taken aback by his words and his hug. Part of me is overcome with the same feeling of warmth from the day that we met. When he pulls away, heat rises to his cheeks yet again, “I’m sorry. It’s just the last time I saw you.. I didn’t know what would happen.” “Don’t apologize.” I grab his hand, squeezing it three times. His grin speeds across his entire face.

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It’s been a few weeks since the night Jake followed me down to the water. Before I drove home, he gave me his number. “In case you need anything.” Every moment of that night replays in my mind.. constantly. Work has been slow. I go in, do physical therapy, and then do paperwork. Bobby has visited a couple times. Each time I want to tell him about that mission, but I can never get it out. It haunts my dreams. The most random noise takes me back. I don’t know how to tell him. He invited me out tonight, but my knee is aching from rehab today. I told him I was tired and he didn’t press me any further. The sun sets and I light a few candles. I settle in on my couch with a book, turning off my brain and escaping into another reality.

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I sit up in a cold sweat. My heart is racing and it is hard to breathe. Before I realize what I am doing, my phone is ringing and a voice immediately answers, “Y/n?” Jake is met with silence. “Are you okay?” I try to find the words, but I can’t. My breathing is shallow and quick. I hear keys jingling and his voice lowers, “Send me your location.” His phone dings, “On my way.” “Thank you.” Comes out, barely above a whisper.

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Jake throws his arms around me as soon as the door opens. After a minute he hooks his finger under my chin, pulling my face up towards him. “What happened?” I sniffle, “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have called.. it’s so late and you were probably busy..” His palm moves to my cheek, his thumb caressing me gently, “Don’t ever apologize. Tell me what happened.” “My dream just felt so real. When I woke up, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t even realize I was calling you until you answered. I’m sorry.” His thumb wipes a tear falling down my cheek, “I dream about it too.” I look up at him, “Really?” He nods, “I don’t usually fly those planes. Base got a call and I was the only reserve pilot. It was hot going in.. then I found you. Disoriented. Bloodied. Yet all you wanted to know was if your team was safe. I don’t know what happened before I got there, but that doesn’t stop the nightmares.” I stare at him, taking in what he said. He was scared.. for me. He dreams of me. He just drove here, no questions asked, for me. I clear my throat, “Do you want a drink?” He smiles, “Sure, unless you want me out of your hair.” “Jake, you drove all the way here to check on me. I’m not going to just kick you out.” He follows me to the kitchen and I hand him a beer. We settle in the living room and he looks around, “I think your place is more empty than mine.” I chuckle, “Hey, getting furniture was a big step for me.” “How long were you deployed?” “That one was back to back, so 20 months.” He almost chokes on his beer, “20 months?!” “Yeah. When we weren’t working we were at the gym or getting tattoos. Not much to do out there.” “Bob mentioned the tattoos. Looked like he was going to faint.” I laugh, “And now I’ll need to cover up my leg too. Sure he will love that.” Jake looks at my legs, only to see sweatpants, “You want to cover your leg?” I sigh, “Believe me, it doesn’t look pretty.” “I don’t believe you.” A blush rises to my cheeks as I roll my eyes, “Yeah everyone thought Frankenstein was pretty, right?” “Y/n, c’mon. You don’t look like Frankenstein.” I stand up and he grabs my hand, “Wait, I didn’t mean to upset you.” I shake my head, “Stay here. I’m going to show you so you understand.” When I get to my room, I throw on a pair of pj shorts. I look in the mirror and wonder why I am showing him this part of me. This part I try to keep hidden. This part I can’t even tell Bobby.

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When I walk out, Jake is still sitting on the couch. I stand in front of him, “See? Not pretty.” He stares at my leg, placing his hand gently on my lower thigh. His brow furrows as he traces my scars lightly with his thumb. I realize that I am shaking. It could be from his touch, or how vulnerable I feel in this moment. Or both. His green eyes meet mine, “You were right. It’s not pretty, it’s beautiful.” I try to hide my blush, “You think so?” He nods, “Yes ma’am. You lived. Each one of these is proof of how resilient you are.” My eyes water, “Can I tell you something?” “Anything.” “When you’re around, this wave of comfort just washes over me.” He grabs my hand a squeezes it three times, “Me too, Y/n. Me too.” I sit down beside him and rest my head on him, “Is this okay?” He wraps his arm around me, “It’s perfect.”

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The sun shining through the living room window wakes me up. Jake feels me stirring and yawns, “What time is it?” I check my watch, “06:00.” He chuckles, “I think we got a little too comfortable on the couch.” I sit up quickly and brush my hair out of my face, “Usually takes me a lot longer to sleep with a guy.” His eyes widen and he lets out a laugh that is deep and full of life, “Well then, I feel special.” Heat rises to my cheeks and my phone rings. I take the call in the kitchen, sighing as I hang up. “I’m sorry Jake, I have to go in for rehab in an hour. The therapist is out of town this week and I can’t get behind on sessions.” He grins, “Don’t apologize. Call me if you need anything?” I shrug, “I don’t know, what’s the protocol for how long to wait to call after sleeping with someone.” Jake laughs so hard his eyes water, “I don’t even know. How do you think I got my callsign?” I act shocked, “Well, you better not Hangman me. Once my leg is better, I could totally take you in a fight.” He hugs me goodbye and I watch him walk to his truck. There was something about the sleepiness in his eyes. The messiness of his bedhead. Somehow, it made him even more attractive. I hop in the shower, wondering what he is thinking about as he drives home.

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Two weeks pass without speaking to Jake. Work got busy and Bobby called to say he got sent to a training for a couple of months out of state. I wonder if he feels weird about the night on the couch. The only thing that is weird to me about it, is how natural it felt. As if it were just a normal thing for us to do. It’s Friday night, and some guys from my team want to go out. I suggest the beach bar I went to with Bobby and the squad. Partially because I loved the stretch of beach it is on, but mainly because I hope Jake will be there. I wonder if I should text him, but I don’t know if that will sound desperate. I don’t even know if he is thinking about me how I am thinking about him. Nonstop. Honestly, in an all consuming manner. I find myself being picky with my outfit, even doing my hair and some makeup. I know the guys will make fun of me, but what if I see Jake? I hop in my RAM and head to the bar.

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As soon as I swing open the doors, the guys yell, “Ghost! Over here!” I smile and walk towards the dartboards, “Playboy, Hellfire, Backstreet, and Cullen.. where’s Ice?” Playboy hands me a beer and rolls his eyes, “With his lady.” I raise my eyebrows, “Same one from before or..?” He laughs, “Of course not.” We play a few rounds and I keep scanning the bar for Jake. Cullen nudges me, “Who are you looking for?” “No one.” He rolls his eyes, “Come on, share with the class.” I shrug, “Just a friend. That’s all.” As if on cue, Jake and the Daggers walk through the doors. I blush and look away, throwing a dart. After a few minutes I hear that southern drawl, “Y/n! What brings you here?” I turn and meet Jake with a hug, “Hey! Team wanted to go out and this is the only place I know so far.” He smiles, “Well it’s a good one.” Cullen clears his throat and I hit his chest, “So Jake, this is the Team. Cullen, Hellfire, Playboy, and Backstreet. Missing one, he prefers to go out with his lady of the week.” The guys laugh and Jake smiles, “Nice to officially meet y’all, I’m Jake.” Hellfire points, “Wait a second.. you’re Hangman! You flew Ghost back from the mission.” Jake nods, “Yes sir, that was me.” Hellfire wraps him in a hug, and the rest of the men follow suit. Jake looks confused, but Playboy breaks the silence, “Thank you. I don’t know what we would’ve done if she didn’t make..” Jake pats his shoulder, “No need to thank me. She’s a fighter, that’s for sure.” I clear my throat, “Does anyone else need a drink? I need a drink.” The guys shake their heads but Jake nods, “It’s on me, darling.” The pet name sends heat through me. He puts his arm over my shoulder as he guides me to the bar. Penny greets us with a big smile, “Look who it is! What can I get you two?” Jake orders our beers and as we wait he leans down to my ear, “I forgot that your team is all handsome, tall, jacked, and tatted dudes. I met them for a second before we switched planes off at base.” I laugh, “Well, they can’t all be beautiful, short, jacked, tatted women. It just wouldn’t be fair.” He chuckles and I tiptoe up to his ear, “You don’t have to worry. Tatted dudes aren’t my type.” He raises an eyebrow, “What is your type?” I tap my finger on my chin, pretending to think, “Handsome, tall, jacked, tan, good smile. What about you?”He smirks and grabs our beers, “You know, funny you should ask. Recently I found out something about myself, I think tattoos are very attractive on a lady.” I playfully nod, “Hmmm yes very interesting take.” We head back to the dartboards, laughing our asses off.

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The Daggers invite us to play pool, so we grab our drinks and join them. As the night goes on, Jake gets more and more affectionate with me. Subtle touches to my lower back, tucking my hair behind my ear. Each touch comforts me. Each touch excites me. My team has been watching him closely all night. Jake goes to grab another drink and Backstreet sits beside me, “Okay, so that isn’t just a friend.” “Oh shut up, yes he is.” “Ghost, do you see any of us touching you like that? Hell, do any of us even look at you like that?” I think for a second a shrug, “We’re just close, okay? He is one of the only people who understands what happened to me.” Backstreet nods, “I’m not trying to discredit that at all. I’m just saying that it seems like more than just someone who understands what happened that day.” Cullen calls him back over to take his shot and Jake hands me another beer, “Here ya go, darling.” “Thank you. Seems like everyone is becoming friends, huh?” He looks around, “Yeah. Look at that.” His green eyes meet mine and I smile, “You know, you didn’t have to buy my drinks all night.” His hand settles on my thigh, “I can’t let a pretty lady pay for her own drinks. Wasn’t raised that way.” I shake my head, “You are something else, Jake.” I excuse myself and wander over to the bathroom. As I head back to the group, I see my team talking to Jake. When they notice me, they separate and continue playing pool. I stand beside Jake and nudge his arm, “What was that about?” “Nothing.” “Oh c’mon.” He chuckles, “Just that they’ll kill me if I hurt you.” I sigh, “I am sorry. I’ll yell at them. They’re such idiots.” He shrugs, “It’s okay. I’m not planning on hurting you.” Silence surrounds us, the weight of whatever we are hanging in the air. Cullen comes up and hugs me, “We are gonna head out. Need a ride?” I shake my head, “Y’all be safe tomorrow, okay?” They all nod. I watch them walk out, knowing they’re flying to another country tomorrow for a mission. Without me. After taking a breath, I check my watch, “I should get going. Did you drive?” Jake points to Bob and laughs, “He’s the driver tonight.” “Do you want me to drive you instead?” He smirks, “Let’s go.” We get in my truck and I hand him my phone, “Here, type in your address.” He does and hands it back, “You gonna walk me to the door too?” I chuckle, “Maybe. Only if you play your cards right.” We pull into his driveway and he turns to me, “Want to come in?” I nod and follow him inside.

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The house is slightly more decorated than mine. I sit on the couch and Jake comes out of the kitchen with 2 beers, “I like your team a lot.” I smile, “Yeah, they’re pretty great. They were keeping an eye on you.” He laughs and sets his free hand on my thigh, “I saw.” A burst of energy flows through where he touched me. His eyes scan my face, smirking at the reaction to his touch. I know I need to talk to him about this, but I don’t know how. I was never girl that boys liked. When I wasn’t reading, I was playing whatever sport was happening that season. Jake clears his throat, “What kind of movies do you like?” I think for a second, “Thrillers.” He pulls one up, “This just came out, wanna watch it?” “Sure! I heard it’s good.” For the first few minutes, I sit rather awkwardly. Jake grabs us a couple more beers, but when he sits back down he inches closer. He hands me a blanket, “Here. Get cozy.” I take it, smiling, and lean my head on his shoulder. I can smell his cologne, it has notes of bergamot and cedar. My breaths are deep, trying to take in every bit of his scent that I could. His right hand slides under the blanket, resting on my lower back. These moments feel so exciting, but so natural. As if it has always been this way. The movie is great, and Jake laughs when it makes me jump. His thumb is tracing circles on my back. A scene freaks me out, so I bury my face into his neck. He chuckles, “Darling, after all of the things you’ve seen I can’t believe this is scaring you.” I huff, “When I am in civilians, I am just a girl.” We both laugh and he pulls me in closer, “I didn’t know that was the way that worked.” I nod, “Oh yeah. I can’t kill spiders. If I hear a noise at night, I will freak out. Oh and I am terrified of snakes.” He looks down at me, smiling that million dollar smile. “What?” “You’re adorable.” A blush creeps up my cheeks and I shake my head, “Not usually a word people use to describe me.” His eyes flicker between my eyes and my lips. The green of his eyes grows darker as he slowly moves closer. We are a breath away from each other, frozen in a moment of uncertainty. He raises his hand to cup my cheek, “Is this okay?” I nod, leaning in to his calloused hand. Our lips brush each other and he whispers, “And this?” Words are nowhere to be found. I whimper and his eyes grow so dark, you can barely see the green. Jake’s lips crash into mine. His lips are soft. All I can hear is my heart pounding. One hand is exploring my back, while the other tangles itself in my hair. It feels like our bodies are melting together. His tongue explores my mouth, all the tension that has built up between us spilling over. We finally break apart, catching a breath, staring at each other. A smile spreads across Jake’s face as he pulls my head into his chest. I listen to his heart, beating fast and loud. “Y/n?” My eyes meet his, “Yeah?” “I think I’m in love you.”

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He scans my face for a reaction. I blush, “I think I’m in love with you, too.” His hands find to my hips, moving me to straddle his lap. I run my hands through his hair, admiring his bone structure. He looks like he was sculpted and should be displayed in a museum. I notice a glassiness in his eyes, “What’s wrong?” He sighs, “When I found you.. I didn’t know if you were going to make it. I was staring at this beautiful woman, wondering how I couldn’t have found you before. When I left the hospital, I didn’t think I’d see you again. You haunted all of my dreams.” A tear falls down my cheek, “After the crash, your eyes were the first thing I could see.” He wipes a tear that fell, then his lips meet mine. This time it is gentle. Comforting. Filled with warmth. The movie ends and I check my watch. 02:00. Jake groans, “No don’t look at that. Then you’ll want to leave.” I giggle, “I don’t want to go home, but it’s 02:00.” He pulls me in, “Please stay.” “Okay, but you need to give me clothes because I can’t be in jeans for another minute. We laugh as I follow him to his room. He pulls out a Navy t shirt and hands it to me. I gasp, “You’re evil.” Jake smirks as he turns around, “Oh stop fussing.” I put it on begrudgingly. He turns around, “I don’t think you’ve ever looked better, darling.” “Soak it in. Next time I’m bringing my own pjs.” He raises an eyebrow, “So there will be a next time?” I roll my eyes and climb into the bed, “Oh hush, get over here and cuddle me.” “Yes ma’am.” He pulls me into his chest and I fall asleep listening to his heartbeat.

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TreeHouse Chapter 6

"He was just a childhood best friend; they never really last anyway."

Summary: Sienna takes a trip down memory lane.

"A piece of my heart left with you."

⚠️This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of abuse.⚠️

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

Sienna POV:

It couldn't have been him. There was no way, after all these years, he would reappear. He looked at me like he was looking right through me. His eyes were void. My Chris would never have eyes like that. The joy and life inside of him were so energetic it was almost impossible. That boy seemed saddened and dead inside.

"How come you never told us about him?" Julia asked as we walked to our following classes.

"He was just a childhood best friend; they never really last anyway." I tried to shrug it off, but the truth was I couldn't stop thinking about him. His hoodie was up, so maybe I had just imagined him to be who I wanted. Julia went to her class, leaving me behind with my thoughts. My next period was English. I debated skipping it because I couldn't focus much anyway. I just wanted to go home. I felt sick to my stomach. My parents would never believe me if I told them Chris was back. Was he... Was he back? I walked into class, and there, in the third row, next to the window with his hood up, was the boy again. We locked eyes just like on the bus. He slowly pushed his hood off of his dark brown, moppy head. His icy blue eyes, still cold, looked directly at me.

"Sienna." My vision was becoming blurry. "Are you okay? You look sick." I felt absolutely ill.

"No, I... I mean, yes. I am." I started to feel woozy.

"Please take a seat next to Christopher," the teacher said. I felt the name take every last breath out of my chest. My legs fell out from underneath me, and I felt a slight breeze as my body slipped through the air.

"Oh my god!" was the last muffled thing I heard before everything went black.

"Honey, are you okay?" I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I was in a little makeshift bed with my parents beside me.

"We are right here, Sienna."

"Mom?" I started to sit up.

"The school called. Your teacher said you passed out at the start of class today."

"How are you feeling?" The school's nurse came in asking.

"I'm good." I took a deep breath and looked at everyone's faces. My mother's expression was the most worried.

"Why do you think you passed out? Have you eaten today?" The nurse asked. I knew it had to do with him, but I couldn't admit that, at least not to them.

"No."

"It could be some low blood sugar or low pressure, maybe." The nurse grabbed a cuff to latch around my arm. "Well, get you something from the cafeteria, and you should be good to go—unless you want to take the rest of the day off." Yes.

"Mom?" I knew if I asked her, with her worry, she'd say it was okay.

"She'll come home with us today." She stuck up for me. I couldn't be in school anymore. I had too many thoughts and questions about him. After all these years he pops up in school? Why? Most importantly, how?

"That's fine. I'll go email your teachers." The nurse smiled and walked to her desk. I couldn't understand why he looked just like Matt or Nick or why his eyes were void and emotionless. I wanted to talk to him, but I couldn't believe he was really him. My Chris left. He left me behind and never bothered to explain. My confusion was slowly turning into anger. The more I thought about the past and how long I held onto him, the more the anger bubbled inside of me.

"All set?" My dad asked the nurse.

"Yup. Try and get some rest Sienna." She smiled softly at me. I walked out to the car with my parents.

"You have never passed out before. Have you not been eating for a while?" My mom asked.

"What?" I was confused.

"Are you not eating to become, like, skinnier?" Dad tried to ask in a way I'd get it.

"What? No! I just missed breakfast today." I lied again. The car ride home was short.

"We have to go back to work. You gonna be alright?" Dad kissed my forehead while I lay in bed.

"Yeah. I'm just going to take a nap." I covered up.

"Make sure to eat something when you wake up." Mom left the door open a tiny crack even though I'd be home alone. I listened to them go and stared off at my wooden white door. I tossed and turned, just thinking about him. I sat up and looked out my bedroom window- the tree house. Surely, if it were him, he would meet me there. I got out of bed and slipped on my short furry boots. I gripped my phone in my hand and walked out the sliding glass door. I couldn't believe it, not until I knew for sure. Having the name Christopher could have been a complete coincidence. I also don't recall my Chris ever having any brothers. They never played Transformers and Barbies with us. I looked up at the rotting platform, neglected for years after I gave up. I felt a lump in my throat slowly forming. I gulped it down and gave the rope ladder a little tug to ensure it wasn't rotting. It was firm. I stepped on one rung and waited for the snap, but it didn't happen. I looked up again and sighed.

"Fuck this," I muttered, getting angry. Chris just disappeared and then suddenly reappeared, and for what? I started ascending the ladder until I got to the hole to enter. "Fuck him," I whispered angrily. I climbed up in the tree house. My eyes were closed. I was almost afraid he would be here. What would I even say to him? What would he say to me? I slowly opened my eyes and was instantly met with more disappointment. "Typical." I sighed. The inside of the tree house was dark. The weather-warped wood was molding and rotting in a few spots worse than others. The once bright pink fuzzy shag carpet was now matted and sun-bleached. All the vibrant colors I remembered were now ghostly grey versions of themselves. Everything changed the day Chris left. My whole life lost its color, and I was fine pretending up until now until he came back just to remind me of what he took when he disappeared. The lump in my throat breached the surface, and I let out a little sob. My eyes followed the emotional train I was riding being back in the tree house, our tree house.

I blinked fast a few times, feeling the tears slip a little quicker. Once my vision wasn't bubbly, I looked around again. I saw her. She was sitting in the corner where I had left her that night. I crawled over and picked her up. I pinched her pink frilly dress. I looked at my attire and noted that the plaid pajama pants and white shirt I changed into for the nap I was supposed to be taking right now didn't match. My tears started falling again. I tasted the salty, warm water on my lips. I threw her hard to the other side of the tree house. "Why did you leave?" I cried a little louder. I heard a strange buzzing noise and immediately closed my mouth and halted my sobs. I glanced around to see a Transformer struggling to light up. I crawled over and picked it up. I noticed my Barbie, who disturbed Bumble Bee's slumber. I picked her back up, feeling instant guilt for throwing her. Nine-year-old me would have never mistreated her like that. I clutched them both to my chest and continued to cry. "Please, be him." I quietly sobbed to our childhood toys. "Please be my best friend."

A/N She did it. She went back.

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[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmyGOSH

Yes to bodyguard Clegan. But what if Gale was a politicians son??? America's beloved first son???

Or a royal?

You are so correct for this 🙌 Let's roll with a first son au because I don't know enough about British royalty lol Link for post referenced as inspiration ❤️

Maybe it's cliche as hell, idc, but Gale is not amused about all of the attention being the president's son garners. Especially not all of the people that like to cozy up to him to try and get in his dad's good graces, all the people that think his dad's a stand up guy, and especially not the complete and total lack of privacy because the secret service is always up his ass.

So you can imagine when this goofy, pain in the ass, vet, that insists on calling him Buck becomes his head of security Gale is not amused. He's extra annoyed that the dork is actually disgustingly attractive too. Of course, as he does, Bucky ends up actually endearing himself to Gale. They become fast friends but neither will allow themselves to let it become more because they've already overstepped too many boundaries that potentially compromise Gale's safety.

Basically Bucky gets treated like one of Gale's friends (an invitation to the table, lounging on the beach or playing in the water on vacations, lazing on a couch reading with Gale in the afternoon) basically he's a really bad bodyguard. Until he isn't.

Someone tries to attack Gale at a rally because one of his dad's policies and Bucky handles it. Afterwards he's got Gale's face in his hands demanding to know whether or not he's okay. He's so scared, he's shaking and Gale's clutching his coat insisting he's fine. It takes a minute for Bucky to believe him but he finally calms down and presses his forehead to Gale's and makes him promise to never do it again and Gale kind of laughs and promises.

Bucky handles it so efficiently Gale's dad is impressed enough to offer him a position in his own detail, but Bucky insists on staying with Gale and the president lets it go. It helps that he doesn't give af so he has no clue how Bucky's essentially been fucking around on the job on the governments dime.

Bucky's a little uptight about not being so lax anymore but Gale pouts and bats his eyelashes enough that Bucky finally gives in. After that, they're both of the existential mind that you only get one death so they need to live as much life as they can. Basically, it leads to a feelings confession of terribly sappy proportions that could cause cavities.

They're both well aware of how bad it would be if it got out so they resolve to be secretive about it and they get things figured out and it's unbelievably good for a few months. Like full on honeymoon stage for about 3 months and it just never comes down, even when they argue.

One day, John is away for something or another one day and ofc Gale gets kidnapped. The kidnappers are baffled because this rich spoiled brat is cool as a cucumber and it's because he knows John would never let anything happen to him and he's definitely been called about this not so little fuck up.

Naturally John busts in and takes care of business while Gale just sits there all pretty. He gets Gale's bindings undone telling him they've "really gotta stop meeting like this" and how he's gonna teach Gale hand to hand combat so he can take a day off from time to time. Gale gets all huffy because "what did [he] need a day off without [Gale] for anyways?" And John?

Proposes right then and there in front of all those bodies and because Gale is equally as ridiculous he says yes. The PR department tries to sanitize the story when it's told to the press until they realize there's no stopping/saving them so they're just not allowed to do press about their own relationship anymore lol.

This means that Gale has to get a new head of security and they both hate every single person that comes across their desks, sits to interview with them, so Gale tells John to find someone rather than leave it up to his dad's detail and naturally John picks his bestie Curt.

I'll stop here because I simultaneously didn't include anywhere near as much as I wanted to and this is already rambling on lol In love with this concept though ❤️

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⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ things i'm most excited for in my home reality!!

: ̗̀➛ my relationship. this is what i’m most excited for, my relationship with aaron. we’re quite literally soulmates and i don’t care if it’s cheesy to script that. it’s a private relationship because honestly it’s nobody’s business but ours. we haven’t even told our families yet but they’ll find out at christmas. we don’t exactly plan on announcing it publicly anytime soon. we aren’t gonna hide it though, we’re just gonna let people speculate until we are ready to officially come out with it. and oh my god, i scripted he has a few tattoos as well but there’s one that i absolutely love & am 100% gonna lick. eventually. anyways… just look up james potter tattoo and you’ll see what i mean.

: ̗̀➛ my parents relationship. i absolutely adore my mom, she’s my favorite person in the entire universe and she deserves someone who’s hopelessly devoted to her. like my dad (chris) absolutely adores her and practically worships the ground she walks on. he brings her to every single one of his movie premieres and all of the award shows. he spoils the absolute fuck out of her and is just absolutely in love with her.

: ̗̀➛ the greenhouse. okay, so i scripted me & aaron have a greenhouse a few yards away from the house and it’s huge. like it has two stories, huge. imagine the greenhouse from hogwarts legacy, okay? it’s really really beautiful too. intricate glass, ivy crawling up the sides in random directions, a cobbled-dirt path leading from our back patio to it, fairy lights lighting up the path. we only have plants on the first floor right now but we hope to eventually have plants growing on the second floor too.

: ̗̀➛ my fans & community. definitely one of my favorite parts. there’s a ton of extremely talented editors, fanfic writers, etc. everyone is extremely kind as well and my community is very welcoming. it’s a free & open space where you can talk about anything, even shifting. no hate happens and anyone who tries to is completely ignored and blocked immediately. they’re also very patient and treat me as a human instead of demanding content on a daily basis, which makes me feel bad bc i haven’t been streaming on twitch or uploading youtube videos since my break-up with reneé :(

: ̗̀➛ winter snow. starting from the first day of the season to the last day of the season, it snows all season long no matter where i am in the world because having lived in a state that rarely gets snow in this reality fucking. sucks.

: ̗̀➛ stargazing. i’ve scripted there’s absolutely no light pollution, never has been and never will be. i want to be able to enjoy late night stargazing picnics with my boyfriend. i want to be able to search for constellations and point them out happily when i find them. i just want nights with a sky filled with stars.

: ̗̀➛ the marauders fandom. i have made some major changes to this fandom because holy fuck, i love the marauders but the fandom sucks in this reality. for starters, it’s a lot less toxic. everyone’s headcanons & opinions are respected and haters are blocked immediately instead of being interacted with. like my community, it’s also open and welcoming to any new fans. i did script a certain ship (not starchaser) was a lot less popular so it doesn’t appear in nearly every single fic and that a certain fanfic doesn’t exist as well. i’m not saying which ship & fic but the two coincide so i’ll let you guess.

: ̗̀➛ the food. oh my god the food. it tastes 1000x times better but especially when aaron cooks for me. he’s an amazing cook and is even learning how to cook italian dishes. all the food he makes is completely homemade as well so just ughhh. i also scripted that water tastes like cherries.