#came to me in a dream after answering that ask about their hair yesterday

[samipekoe]

takeru wearing their foremothers' fits

[thebestsetter]

Isagi loves your thighs. And even though he isn't the type of guy to answer "personality" when asked "Boobs, thighs or ass?", he doesn't want to outright say how attracted he feels to them, mainly because he doesn't want you to think he only cares about your body (even though you know he doesn't).

So, imagine how heavenly it felt the first time he got to sleep on your lap. He remembers it as if it happened yesterday.

He had come home after a tough day of practice, in which his coach seemed even more angry than usual and just determined to make the whole team's day a living hell. Everything in him was aching, from his back to his feet, and he could swear he had a fever or something, because his head was starting to throb too. All Isagi wanted to do was get home and lay down, even if it means sleeping without showering (which shows just how tired he was).

"Honey? You're home!" he heard you saying from the kitchen "Welcome home!"

He tried to answer your sweet voice welcoming him home. He really did. But his mouth just wouldn't answer his brain's commands. So, he was just standing, staring at you with his mouth wide open, looking like an idiot.

"Isagi? Are you feeling alright?"

He couldn't even register what he was doing, but the next thing he knew, he walked closer to you. His body was just moving on it's own, as if being as close to you as possible was as natural for him as breathing.

"Sweetie, you're starting to scare me. Do you need to go to the doctor? Did something happen today at practice?"

He couldn't resist the urge to hug you anymore, even though he was trying to restrain himself because he was still stinky from practice and he knew just how much you hated it when he hugged or kissed you without showering first. He couldn't explain it, but you looked so huggable at the moment! He took a step closer, hugging you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck, innaling deeply and letting out a satisfied sigh. One of his hands was travelling your waist while the other was playing with the hem of your shirt.

"Yoichi!" you exclaimed, voice worried yet still not loud enough to make his head ache even more (he doesn't even think your voice will ever be capable of doing him any harm) "You're burning up! You have a fever! I can't believe it, I told you to take better care of yourself!"

Ah. So he was right. He had a fever. That's why training was so hard today.

"Hm" he muttered, still with his head in your neck. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment you both were having.

"Stay at the couch, I'll go grab some medicine at the bathroom."

"Noooo, don't leave me here" he said, clearly affected by his sickness. It looks like his mouth finally started to work again. "I don't want to be away from youuuu"

"Yoichi, my honey, you're clearly not thinking straight right now. But I won't go away! I'll be back in like 30 seconds. Sit on the couch and count, I swear it won't take long"

He sighed, but complied anyway, sitting at the couch and waiting (im)patiently.

You were right, because in almost no time you came back with pills and a cup of water. If there was a sport where the champion had to be the person who brought a glass of water and medicine to their sick boyfriend the fastest, you would win, Isagi thought (and that thought made him strangely proud).

"Here. Drink it up" he obeyed

"Everything hurts"

"I know it does, love. What you need right now is sleep. Come here" you said, patting your lap. If Yoichi was in his right mind, he would've blushed hard and maybe even denied at first, but he wasn't. He just wanted to rest, and he always dreamed about laying in your lap. So, he quickly grasped the opportunity.

And boy was it as good as he imagined it would be. Even better, actually. Your thighs were fluffier than any other pillows he had ever used before, and he felt like he could hibernate there. And as if it couldn't get any better, you started playing with his hair. He was in heaven. He couldn't even fell the pain anymore, and he was sure it wasn't just the medicine doings.

"I love your thighs" he admitted, a honesty he wouldn't have when he was healthy, which made you chuckle "And I love you too. Thank you." He kissed the inner part of your thigh to show you just how serious he was about it

"I love you too, Yoichi. Now, rest. We don't want the best striker of the world to be sick all week, do we?"

"If it means getting to lay on your lap everyday, I would be sick my whole life"

"You're silly"

"And you're the love of my life"

"Good night, Isagi"

"Good night, my love"

Masterlist

[sweetdispatch]

You’re my dream girl - L. Hughes

6 days of kinkmas

pairing: Luke Hughes x girlfriend!reader

summary: Other girls made Luke's girlfriend feel insecure about her look and he's there to show her how gorgeous she is

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), body worship, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, rude comments, insecurities

words: 2.1k

note: i need biblically man like this🧎‍♀️

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You and Luke have been dating since high school. You were for him on every step of his career. Like yesterday, you remember coming to his college games and celebrating with him being drafted to the New Jersey Devils. When Luke moved out, you left behind in Ann Arbor. As much as you wanted to go after him, you knew how important your education was. You were coming to as many games as you could but always, you were only around him and Jack. 

You finally graduated from university and could go to live with Luke. He moved out from his brother’s apartment and you two rented a different place. It was like a dream come true. You and Luke after 5 years, finally have been living together and fulfilling careers. The first months you lived together in a bubble of love and happiness. You two barely were leaving the apartment during free time, wanting to spend as much time together as you could get.

December came really quickly. Luke asked you to go with him to a Christmas party with his team. You were stressed because you haven’t met other partners of the players. You knew you had to agree but the stress you had was insane. It was a party day. You wore a black dress, not wanting to bring much attention to yourself. Luke could see your anxiety rising in the car and tried to calm you down.

“Stop overthinking babe. Everything’s gonna be fine” He placed his hand on your thigh, eyes never leaving the road. 

“What if they don't like me? I don’t want to be an outsider” You sighed and started playing with his fingers.

“You won’t be. I’ll be there. If you feel alone in between them, you can always come and grab me or Jack” 

Luke parked the car and looked at you. He could tell from your facial expression that you don’t want to go there. “We can always come back home and I’ll come up with excuse” 

“No. I’m fine. I’ll survive” You leaned in to kiss him. 

“That’s my girl” He kissed you again. 

Luke came out of the car and went to open your door. You two walked hand to hand into the restaurant. You put a smile on your face trying your hardest to hide your real feelings. Luke went and introduced you to other girlfriends and wives of the players. They all looked so nice in their dresses and you started feeling unsure about your presence. 

Luke leaned in and whispered into your ear. “Remember, I’m here so if would like to get back home, just come to me” He kissed your cheek “Have fun” 

You sat on one of the empty chairs and listened to their conversation. You decided not to speak until spoken to. You knew you were the new one here and the last thing you wanted was to show up. One of the girls saw that you’re sitting quietly.

“So Y/N, tell us how you and Luke met” 

“We met in high school. Common friend introduced us and we got along with each other really quickly” You smiled at the memory.

“How long have you been together?” 

“We celebrated 5 years last month” 

“Don’t you feel scared that he might replace you?” One of the girls asked and you gulped. 

“What? Why?” 

“No offense but you don’t look like a wag type. Luke’ getting popular and might be wanting to date a woman on his level. A model or something like that” They started pointing out all of your flaws in your look and you felt the tears growing in your eyes. You didn’t want to give them the pleasure of making you insecure. 

“Umm… Excuse me” You couldn’t stand this anymore. You went to search for Luke. He stood in the corner laughing with Curtis. When his eyes laid on you, he knew something happened. “Hi, can we talk?” You asked him, not trusting your voice.

“Sure” Luke answered. “We’ll come back to this conversation” He directed those words to Curtis as he left the two of you. “What’s going on?”

“Can we go back home please?” You were on the edge of crying.

“Yes, let’s go” He grabbed your hand and said goodbye to the guys. 

The road back to the apartment was quiet. You haven’t said a word to him, all the way looking through the window. Luke pulled to the parking spot and you left the car. He followed you, observing you from behind. He could tell that something is bothering you. You unlocked the door and walked into the apartment going straight to the bedroom. Before you could walk into the closet, Luke gently grabbed your arm. You turned around to face him. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” He asked politely.

“Nothing, I just felt tired” You lied.

“Y/N, I know you and I can tell that you’re lying” He closed the gap between you. “Please tell me the truth”

You took a deep sigh. “They were saying that I don’t look like wag material. That you’re getting more popular and deserve someone famous and not me” You sobbed. “They also started saying that the dress was a bad choice because my stomach looks too round and how my thighs are too big and they even said that I should consider started working out” 

Luke was furious hearing your words. He couldn’t believe someone would say such words about his girlfriend. He loved every inch of your body. For him, you were the most gorgeous woman in the whole world. 

“You know that none of these words are true right? You’re beautiful babe” He pulled you into a tight hug. You two stood like that for a minute.

“I don’t know… Maybe working out is a good idea” You said quietly, almost whispering.

“Stop. Don’t you ever say it” Luke placed hand under your chin so you could face him. “You’re gorgeous. Inside and outside. You’re my dream girl and only you” 

“I just don’t want to lose you because I’m unattractive” You admitted.

“If you think that you’re unattractive that means I’m doing a bad job in showing you how stunning you are” Luke placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Luke…”

“No, I need to show my girl how breathtaking she is. It’s all about you today” 

Luke pulled you into a passionate kiss. He places his hands on your back and unzips your dress. Slowly, he started taking the dress off. You stood in front of him only in underwear and blushed. It wasn’t the first time but tonight, you felt overwhelmed by the emotions. 

“You look adorable when you’re blushing. I love that after 5 years I still have this effect on you” He whispered into your ear and looked down at your body. You felt his gaze on you and tried to cover yourself with your hands. “Don’t do it. I want to see my beautiful girl and the smokin’ body I have for myself” You smiled at his words. Luke’ hands return to your back and he unhooks your bra. 

“I feel so weird standing here naked when you’re fully clothed” Luke chuckled at your words and kissed you. Quickly, he took off his clothes and stood in front of you only in his underwear. 

“Lay on the bed” You listened to him. He slapped your ass when you turned around to go to bed. “Sorry, couldn’t help it” You giggled and laid on the bed and waited for his next move.

Luke was towering over you. He started kissing your whole face. Your nose, your cheeks, your jawline going lower with each kiss. You placed your hands on his curls and played with them. Luke kissed your soft spot on the neck and you moaned. 

“I love the sounds you’re making” He kissed your collarbone. His eyes were on the same level as your chest. “You have gorgeous boobs. I could stare at them the whole day and never get bored of seeing them” 

Luke placed his lips on your left boob and sucked your nipple while his hand went to the right one. He was giving all the attention to them. While he was placing kisses and sucking your left nipple, his left hand was playing with your other boob. He changed his moves and now, his right hand was playing with your left boob when he was spreading kisses on your right boob. 

Your hands were still in his curls, slightly pulling them. You were moaning at the affection he was giving you. Luke went down and kissed your stomach. 

“I love your belly. It’s adorable how it looks. I think it’s perfect just like the rest of your body” His hands were roaming on your hips when he was kissing your going lower. Luke spread your legs and could see the wet spot on your panties. “I can see that you’re turned on. If telling you how wonderful you are makes this effect, I should say it as a mantra” 

His hands started caressing your thighs. That was always the part of your body that he was obsessed with. Luke loved laying on them while you were playing with his hair. Always have your hand placed on your thighs. That’s why he knew he had to share them with all the love.

“This… this is my favorite part of you. Your thighs are beautiful. You know how hard it is to keep myself composed when you’re walking without your pants? You have an insane impact on me. That’s why I can’t keep my hands off you” You blushed hearing those words. He placed two kisses on your thighs, one on each. Luke placed a kiss on your still covered pussy and took off your panties. “Let me take care of you. Just lay there and look pretty” 

Luke licked your pussy and you moaned. “You taste like heaven babe” He dived in and started licking and sucking your clit. You were pulling his hair harder. You were stimulated by his words and now, he was giving you pleasure while eating you out. 

You loved the feeling of his mouth on your pussy and you couldn’t get enough of it. Luke eats you out like a starved man. You tried to close your legs but he firmly grabbed your thighs and pinned them to the mattress. 

“Luke!” You screamed loudly when you cum but he didn’t stop. Instead, he added two fingers inside of you. You felt overstimulated by his moves. He was gentle with you, and wanted to prove to you how incredible you are. 

“Relax babe, you’re in safe hands” He was thrusting his fingers into you while placing kisses on your stomach. You don’t even know when the second climax hit you. He pulled his fingers and licked them clean. You were breathing heavily. 

Luke took off his underwear and grabbed a condom from the night stand. He positioned himself and thrusted his whole length inside of you. You moaned loudly but he leaned over you and kissed you. He started moving, his lips never leaving yours. You were moaning into his mouth. 

“You feel so good, like you were made for me” Luke praised you and you grabbed his shoulder. You dragged your nails being sure that you left marks but at that moment you two didn’t care. You were too caught up in a moment. 

“You’re gorgeous. I never saw such a beautiful person like you. If I could, I would spend whole days just watching you and showing you how hot you are” He grabbed your thighs and placed them on his waist to have a better angle and go deeper into you. 

You were close, you felt overwhelmed but didn’t want him to stop. The sex was full of love and care. You adored this side of Luke when he was paying attention to the smallest details. You cum for the third time this night and your scream was heard in the whole apartment. The orgasm hit you like crazy. 

Luke was still thrusting into you, trying to get his own release. When he cum, he pulled you into a kiss and laid on your body spreading kisses on your neck and face. He finally pulled out of you and you felt empty without his cock. 

“You did an amazing job babe. I love you so much” He returned and laid next to you in bed hugging you tightly. 

“Thank you for that” You kissed his chest. “I love you”

“There’s nothing to thank me for. It’s been a pleasure to show you how beautiful you are. It’s my job to be sure that you feel confident” Luke caressed your arm. “Now c’mon, we have o get clean and than we can go to sleep” 

“5 more minutes?” You asked him. He laughed looking into your eyes.

“5 more minutes” He placed a kiss on your head.

[gassyandnasty]

The Jock Formula

Andrew was a nerd with all the stereotypes: glasses, slicked back hair, and looked like his mother dressed him everyday. He wanted to change but his arms were to frail to heavy lift, and his chicken legs barely supported his weight.

His friends shared the same problem, since they were the only guys Andrew could hang out. The jocks, popular girls, even the 'woke' group ignored them, they were sick and tired that the high grades and even helping people with exams wasn't paying off.

"What I like to call the "Jock Formula" is ready. I had to sneak into the locker room after P.E yesterday to collect the last ingredient: a drop of the nastiest sweat. I almost got beaten off by Josh, but I managed to collect one." Said George.

Andrew wasn't a top tier nerd cause George existed. Slicked back hair, glasses, braces, and his mother ACTUALLY dressed him. But Andrew was very interested in the topic this time.

"The only thing is that I didn't test yet" George states.

"We can clearly see." Jokes Andrew, getting some laugh by his other friends.

"Always making jokes, Andrew, but this time I think we can get some real results, the only thing is that this flasc contains the amount of ingredients needed only for one person. But its too risky." George says calculating.

"I see, well... you should stop with those experiments, I can only see that flasc giving you explosive diarrhea." Andrew states, getting more laugh.

"Give me some credit, Andrew, what if it works?" George ignores the joke and continues "This experiment could change lives."

"I believe in your potions, only that I don't want anyone turning into frogs. Leave that here so I can help you with the research, so that we don't leave any risk." Andrew says.

"You are right, two heads think better than one." George says, leaving the flasc with Andrew.

All came to plan. Andrew knew that George was brilliant enough to create something like that, but only for one person? He couldn't lose the chance, the ingredients were too hard to find, and what could ensure him that George would drink that first and leave them alone after? The first test should be him, and ignoring all risks, Andrew chugged it down with no remorse, nothing could be worse as being doomed as a whimp his whole life.

Indeed, that flasc got him feeling ill, and he passed out.

Waking up the next day, Andrew thought that all was a fevre dream, and felt guilty of ruining George's work by drinking it, but when he looked in the mirror, shock covered his face:

He got taller, stronger and manlier. Big biceps pumped as he flexed, his pectorals were now defined, his abs covered his ex-skinny tummy, followed by huge muscular thighs, and when he turned around: BAM! A toned and plump ass to go with it.

"Wow... it worked!" Andrew exclaimed and got surprised that even his voice was deeper now, he couldn't wait to get to the campus and show the results!

His clothes weren't fitting now, but all he needed was his pair of large blue shirts he had, that were not so large right now, since it outlined every curve of his legs now. Now that any shirt fit him, he decided to go without it, and display his huge pecs to everyone.

This time, everybody was looking at him, people that never glanced an eye before were now oogling at his muscles, and the first guys to greet him today were not his group of nerds, but the members of the manliest frat on the campus.

"Hey, dude, are you new here?" asked Josh, while Andre was too stunned to speak.

"Y-yeah...I" Andrew was about to answer when he was cut by George exclaming: "ANDREW?"

"Andrew? Why is that guy referring to you? Are you going to hang out with those losers?" Josh asks.

And something shifted on Andrew, now he had a reputation, the team's captain greeting him, chicks trying to sneak their numbers on his backpack. Josh was right, he couldn't hang out with those losers anymore.

"Who the hell is Andrew, whimp?" he asks with his now booming and intimidating voice.

George shakes and say "It worked, Andrew! Why don't you-"

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRPRRPRPRPPPPPPPP

As George was speaking, Andrew decided to cut him with a nasty and loud belch, it roared out of his mouth, right on George's face.

Josh and his friend high-fived Andrew, while George gagged with the manly smell.

"It's Drew now, loser" the new jock worked up a huge wad of spit and fired on George's face, while he looked up at him with betrayal on his eyes, almost crying.

"Nice, dude! You owned him" Josh says. "Don't you want to sign up to the frat?"

"Damn right" Drew said as his belly rumbled. "Wait, one more thing." He grabbed the back of George's head and shoved into his ass, he lifted one leg to put on a show, and managed to rip a loud and very deep fart on his face.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

That made everyone around laugh and clap to the new 'alpha' of the campus, as they left the nerd there gagging for fresh air.

[sissylittlefeather]

Wait for Me: A One Shot

A/N: I had a ROUGH day yesterday, so I processed my feelings by writing a fic ����. Needless to say, this one has a lot of feels. Enjoy.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, infidelity (Elvis is married), angst I guessss

Word count: ~2.7k

Songs: Weirdly enough, the songs that inspired this fic are not by Elvis. I know Elvis sang Unchained Melody, obviously, but in this fic it's The Righteous Brothers' version.

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You never stopped loving Elvis. Not when he broke up with you. Not when you found out he was engaged. And not even when he got married and became a father.

You've loved him since you met him on a movie set in the mid-sixties. Your romance was a whirlwind that started hot and heavy and only got hotter and heavier as time went on. You'd never met someone who could light you up like he did. His energy was electric and you thrived in each other's presence. He told you once that he felt like before you his life was black and white and you made it technicolor.

You thought you had finally found the person you were meant to spend your life with and you were convinced he felt the same. But it all came crashing down when he came to you in '66 and said it was over.

He was crying when he said it and it nearly broke you to hear it. You begged and pleaded and screamed and cried, but he said he had no choice. That didn't make sense to you, but he was pretty insistent. Finally, at the end of the conversation, when you had no more tears left and a numbness had settled in your heart, you asked the question you didn't want the answer to. Was there someone else? He looked at the floor and nodded. The room began to spin and your hearing went out and you were pretty sure you were going to faint. He caught you and carried you to the couch. Then he kissed your forehead, your hand, your cheek, and your lips, and apologized. After that, he left, and you cried for the next month.

What you didn't know was so did he. Even though there was technically someone else, she wasn't someone that he wanted more than he wanted you. But his hands were tied by a decision he made so many years ago. He never dreamed you would come into the picture.

Either way, he married her and tried to make the best of it. And you bounced from meaningless relationship to meaningless relationship always searching for someone who could make you forget him. No one ever could.

You spent the next few years avoiding places where you thought he might be. But eventually you realized you had to live your life.

That's how you ended up at a party in Vegas with your most recent boyfriend in 1971. You're nervous because you know Elvis is in Vegas right now. It's not outside the realm of possibility that he could be here. Still, you've missed enough events. It's been five years. It's time to accept the fact that it's over and you might have to see him. And that you'll survive it even if you do.

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You're nursing a drink with your boyfriend's arm thrown around your shoulders when you spot him. He's here with her, but of course he would be. You look down at your drink quickly and try to turn so that you're out of his eye-line, but you're too slow. You feel his eyes on you before you look up and meet them. There's something in them that you recognize, a hunger of sorts, and it shoots straight through you. You take a deep breath and try to turn away again. Your boyfriend notices your change in demeanor.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing, I just, let's dance."

You haven't told him about Elvis. There's really no reason to and besides, you don't talk about Elvis. Luckily, he's not curious by nature, so he walks you to the dance floor without thinking too much about it. As you dance, you try to focus on Mike and his sweet smile and chestnut hair and round brown eyes. He's a good man, a photographer, and he has the soul of a poet. The sex is satisfying and you enjoy his company. You should be in love with him. You're convinced if you try hard enough, you will be.

As you slow dance, though, you feel eyes on you again. You make the mistake of peeking over Mike's shoulder. Elvis has you locked into a look that's so intense you feel like you might burst into flames. You clear your throat and look away, trying to ignore all the old feelings that are bubbling up. Why does he keep looking at you?

You're not sure whether to feel the immense sadness or the anger that's starting to grow. You take a third path and look up at Mike, trying to convey a look of adoration. This is very purposeful, since you hope that Elvis will see it, read it, and assume you've moved on. But just then, Mike looks down at you and smiles.

"Hey, baby, I'm going to run to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"Oh..." He gives you a quick squeeze and then moves towards the door. Left all alone, you go back to the bar to get another drink, praying Elvis doesn't notice. You're not sure what you'll do if he approaches you. Once you get your drink, you move to the side of the bar and try to focus on your drink until Mike comes back.

You feel him before you hear him, his scent overwhelming you with memories. He stands close behind you, but not too close. It's obvious he's trying to think of something to say and you stand there trying to keep yourself from turning and throwing yourself on him.

"Are you not even gonna look at me, honey?" You close your eyes at the sound of his voice. It's comforting in a way you haven't experienced since it ended between you. You turn slowly and look up into his face, making a concerted effort to blink away your tears. He holds his fingers up to your cheek but doesn't touch you. Instead, he drops his hand back down to his side. Every move he makes is like a form of slow torture for both of you. Finally, you speak.

"Why should I look at you?" You watch as your words cut through him. For a second, his perfect facade slips and you feel the anguish radiate off of him.

"I don't have an answer for that." He leans forward ever so slightly, seemingly trying to breathe you in. "I just..."

He trails off as Mike makes his way back to your side. Elvis secures his facade and they shake hands and chat politely. When Mike throws his arm around your shoulders casually, you feel the energy roll off of Elvis. You can't tell if it's anger or jealousy or sadness or all three. For a second you worry that he might throw a punch at Mike, but that fear fades as quickly as it appears when Elvis nods, smiles, and excuses himself from the conversation.

Your heart breaks when he walks away, but you know he has to. You look down at your shoes and try to will the tears away.

"Are you okay, baby?" You sniffle and look up at Mike, shaking your head enthusiastically.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

"You know, I've always heard that Elvis was a real down-to-earth guy, but he truly is. Have you met him before? He seemed to know you?"

"Yes. We've met before. We made a few movies together."

"Oh, that's right! I always forget you were in those." You're teetering on the edge of a full on breakdown, desperate to keep your composure.

"Let's go back to our dance!" You say a little too enthusiastically. He nods and leads you back to the dance floor just as they play a slow ballad. Mike holds you in his arms, not suspecting a thing. But the song, the song is Unchained Melody. It's something Elvis used to sing to you and you feel like you could scream, it hurts so bad.

You fight to keep the tears from falling and you think you just might pull it off until you see him. Over Mike's shoulder, you find him. He's got his wife in his arms, but he's looking at you.

That's it. That's all you can handle. You mumble some excuse to Mike and practically run out of the room. You make it outside before you completely fall apart. It's pouring down rain and dark, so you take full advantage and let the tears stream down your face. You're lost in the emotions when you hear him.

"Y/n?" You turn quickly and instinctively try to wipe the tears off of your face. You know it's him.

"What do you want, Elvis?" Your voice is unsteady and your hair hangs wet around your shoulders. You stand facing each other as the rain soaks him too.

"I-I-I I just wanted to make sure you're okay." You can feel that he's desperate to touch you.

"Okay?! You think there's a chance in hell that I'm OKAY?!" You're yelling because of the rain, but also because you're filled with something you can't quite identify.

"Y/n, I-"

"No. I don't want to hear anything you have to say."

"But-"

"Go back to your wife, Elvis!"

"Y/n-"

"What could you possibly have to say to me that matters?!" You almost scream it at him. You're trembling with the pain and anger that burns through you.

It's killing him to see you like this. He had prayed that you'd move on without him and find someone to love you the way you deserve to be loved. But he never stopped loving you either. More than anything, he wants to wrap you in his arms and hold you close to him again.

"Y/n, please-"

"Please what? Please sit around and pine for you while you marry another woman? Please forget I ever loved you? Please ignore the pain of the last five years without you?"

He stands there speechless. Then, he speaks as quietly as he can in the rain.

"Please forgive me. I never wanted to hurt you." You sob openly and put your head in your hands. He looks down to try to keep himself from crying too.

"Why does it matter to you?" You say from behind your hands. He looks back at you, hoping you won't notice his tears in the rain.

"It just does."

"That's not good enough. Tell me why you care whether I forgive you or not. You're happily married. I am nothing to you."

That almost breaks him. It couldn't be further from the truth. You are everything to him, but he can't tell you. He stands there staring at you. "Just leave me alone, Elvis. Go back-"

"Do you think I wouldn't rather feel this way about my wife?!" He yells loudly. This catches you off guard and you look up at him confused as he takes a couple of steps towards you. "She's my wife! She's the mother of my child! But she doesn't make me feel like this, like I can't breathe without her. Like seeing her in pain makes me want to move the stars to fix it. Don't you think it would be easier for me if I could love her the way I love you?!"

You stand there facing each other, chests rising and falling, hearts beating wildly, rain falling on both of you.

"You love me."

"God, y/n, of course I love you!"

There's a beat of silence and then in half a second, you're wrapped around each other with your mouths pressed together, open and moving passionately. You pull on him desperately and he holds you so tightly that you'd think you were trying to melt into one another right there in the parking lot. Your heart is pounding and his head is spinning with the release of pent up energy between you. He kisses down your neck hungrily and you whisper to him.

"What car do you have here?"

"The Mercedes limousine." Without another thought, you jump and he catches you with your legs around his waist. He carries you towards the car and you kiss him madly. A few seconds later, he pulls back and hollers to the driver while you kiss down his neck.

"Keys, man!" The driver's mouth pops open, but he tosses Elvis the keys. When you get to the car, he sets you down and presses you against the door with his body as he fumbles with the lock. You feel his erection pressing against you and moan softly. When he hears you, he abandons his task momentarily to kiss you and roll his hips against yours. Then, he goes back to the keys and finally gets the door unlocked.

You tumble into the backseat together, shedding sopping wet clothes and shoes. He kisses your shoulders and your chest and rips your bra off, tossing it across the car. His hand immediately goes to one nipple, his mouth to the other. You push his dripping wet hair off of his forehead and revel in the feeling of his hot mouth on you. He drags his tongue up from your chest to your neck and then moves back to your mouth, fiercely attacking your lips with his own. Your hands tremble as you get his belt off and undo his pants, so he helps you and pulls them off. Then, he yanks your panties off with one hand and lays you down on the seat.

He teases your clit with the tip of his cock for just a second before he pushes into you deeply, filling you fully. You moan loudly and he grunts and begins to fuck into you at a steady pace. As his hips slam into yours over and over, the rainwater that coated your skin turns to sweat and the car fills up with the steamy smell of sex. He thrusts harder and harder into you and it feels like you might die from the intense pleasure running through you. The way he pounds you elicits small cries from you and guttural groans from him and you know that anyone passing by could see and hear and know exactly what's happening.

There are no words between you, just feelings and primal sounds and the constant slapping of your wet skin against each other's. You feel him begin to tense up just as your walls flutter and both of you fall over a cliff into your release at the same time. The high washes over you and it's mixed with something so much more. You whimper as he pumps weakly a few more times and then relaxes on your chest.

You both try to catch your breath and soak in the shared afterglow of what just happened. Your hands make their way to his hair and you gently massage his scalp. He closes his eyes and enjoys the small gesture of affection, a warm feeling of contentment settling inside him. You feel like yourself for the first time in 5 years and bask in the peace of his head on your chest. Neither of you wants to move and risk bringing reality back into focus. You lay there like this for a long while, just holding each other.

"I don't want this to end." He whispers. You look up to try to keep your tears in your eyes.

"They're going to come looking for us eventually."

"I know. And I can't put my wife in this car. Not now." He sits up and pulls you into his arms and then brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your fingertips gently.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'll send the driver to get a different car and make up some excuse for it."

"Smart." You both start to gather your clothes and get dressed. He hands your panties to you and has a thought.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry; I got carried away and didn't use my mouth. I'll get you next time, I promise."

"Next time?" He realizes what he's said and looks into your eyes.

"Yes." He grabs your chin and pulls your lips to his. Then, he presses his forehead against yours and whispers.

"You know I would've married you if I could've." You nod as a tear slides down your cheek. He pulls back and wipes it away with his thumb. "No more tears, honey. I'm not leaving you this time. Never again."

"What about-"

"Let me worry about that."

He holds your face in his hands. And then he sings.

"Wait for me, wait for me.

I'll be coming home. Wait for me."

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The End

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[seullovesme]

what i should've said » kang seulgi

pairing ⥬ seulgi x reader

genre ⥬ angst

summary ⥬ you will forever regret not being able to answer her question.

warnings ⥬ blood, death, nightmares

WC ⥬ 942

“do you still love me?” the question rang through your ears as you watched her walk away. you felt dizzy, wondering how you even got here. her figure got smaller and smaller as she descended down the dark concrete path, her hair flowing in the wind. you finally came to your senses and began running, ignoring how it felt like weights were attached to your feet. you sprinted as fast as you could before she could disappear into the fog, but you weren’t quick enough. you tripped over your own feet and by the time you looked up, she was out of sight.

no…

no…

“no!” you shot up out of bed, sitting up dazed in a panic. your heart was racing and your hair stuck to your forehead due to the sweat collecting on your skin. your blanket had come off in your sleep, and you had knocked a pillow off of your bed. you panted as you looked around, grounding yourself after that nightmare.

it wasn’t uncommon for you to have those kinds of dreams these days. actually, this was your sixth one in a row after having broken your streak previously as you didn’t dream at all that night. it was the same sequence, you watch as seulgi leaves you while the words ‘do you love me’ cloud your mind. everytime, you’re frozen and unable to move, and by the time you want to run after her, it’s too late.

you get up and sigh, throwing on a pair of gray sweats and a black hoodie, not caring about looking good. you comb out the tangles in your hair with your finger and call it a day, grabbing your car keys and phone as you knew where you were going to end up in a few minutes.

the trip there was a blur, but there you stood across from her.

specifically, her grave.

you stared at the words inscribed on the stone, but it looked like unreadable squiggly lines through the tears welling in your eyes. the flowers you laid the first day were beginning to wilt. they were her favorite kind of flowers, and they reminded you of her. they started off so beautiful, so pretty, and they still were. they were just as beautiful, but they were going to die soon. the only difference is that you didn’t know she would.

when the flower begins to wilt, you know it’s going to die without help. maybe those words she said were her way of wilting, her way of warning you of the unforeseeable fate of her life. the accident felt like it was yesterday, or it was haunting you so much that it began to feel that way

she played with your fingers as you distantly stared at the crossing light, the red hand telling you not to cross. seulgi felt as if you were on a whole ‘nother world as she looked into your eyes. people began crossing when the light changed to a little green man walking, but you were frozen in your thoughts. seulgi didn’t force you to move, but she felt your hand go limp in her own. she peered down as you let go and sighed.

you placed your hand into your jacket as she kept her eyes on the ground. she felt broken, but she found the courage in herself to ask a question she longed to know the answer to. “do you still love me?”

you finally locked your eyes with hers, the shimmer they originally held was dulling out. you saw the eyes of someone so near and dear to your heart without even knowing it would be the last.

you heard someone yell from behind seulgi, a little girl crossing while the light was the red hand. a white truck was barreling toward that small child at such an alarming rate that you don’t even know how seulgi managed to move that quick.

before you could shout for her, seulgi ran down the crossway and pushed that kid out of the way, the truck slamming into her side, braking soon after. you stood at the edge of the crosswalk in disbelief as people ran to her, surrounding the bloody scene. their voices were all muffled to your ears as you felt dizzy. you slowly walked to the crowd like your feet weighed 20 pounds each.

you pushed everyone away, some people confused. you dropped to your knees and you finally let yourself take in the scene that unfolded. her pretty sundress with yellow flowers was now red, and her expression looked so peaceful despite the blood running down her forehead. you grabbed the sides of her face as people yelled to call 911, but you felt like it was only you and her.

you felt the softness of her cheeks that you loved so much, and you smiled. you didn’t know when you started crying, but you realized after seeing the tears fall onto her face. you tried to wipe your tears with your clean hand, but you couldn’t stop them.

the tears flowed like waterfalls. you started to shake as your sobs got louder and louder, your chest feeling as if it were collapsing in on itself. you screamed at the top of your lungs as you felt no pulse under the hands that so desperately clung to the sides of her neck, supporting her limp head so it didn’t rest on the rough concrete.

‘do you still love me?’

you stared down at the yellow wilting flowers. “of course i still love you.” you could only pray that she heard you and her question was answered.

[luckykiwiii101]

Okay this is outrageously easy. The way I overcomplicated everything is ummm embarrassing but we move…

So I just really thought and took in that I don't have to put anything on a pedestal and tire myself out I should just stick to that “idc” mindset I have. I was manifesting waking up in the void since I wanted to experience it (and probably manifest my dream life through it) and I was like it's literally nothing, not that deep. Before I would affirm and vaunt many times, visualise and I’d experience that feeling of fulfilment and knowing multiple times until it felt natural. Then yesterday I basically just left it all alone since I already did everything (even when I didn't have to) so it's basically inevitable for me to get what i want, there’s no point in doing anything more now (also methods made me feel like i was struggling to “get” and i didn’t like that). Anyway last night I woke up in the void (by literally falling asleep normally) and I didn't even freak out or anything I was just like "hm okay". I affirmed that I manifest things I want extremely fast and I wake up in the void every night, after I just chilled there for a bit.

I came across this post on how to make your desires feel natural to you i forgot who it was and I honestly can’t be asked finding it but it said to think of it this way. Let’s say many people want a certain feature you have like your eye colour or hair type/texture and they really want it, they even get hella excited or happy thinking about having it. But when you actually take the time to think about that feature you don't even give much of a reaction like you don't care as much that's cus you already have it, it's always been yours. I know I'm repeating what everyone has said and that's because that's literally all there is to say honestly. So being on tumblr scavenging for answers isn't doing anything really. everyone will just repeat the same thing but phrased differently to help people understand better and some people will get mad about them repeating themselves like….. yeah..? that's basically the answer to all your questions.

You think you’re “waiting” to “get” your desires but like it’s the other way round, your desires are waiting for you to wake up and accept that they’re already yours

So it's all just crickets and tumbleweed, if you're just sitting there questioning why you, apparently, don't have your desires. Imagine your desires are just awkwardly watching you ignoring the fact that you already have them and they’re right there in front of you. They’re probably just looking to the left and right, scratching their head. it's especially awkward when you're looking at the 3D for answers when it's literally useless and doesn't do shit, it only reflects old circumstances. That can only change when you turn to yourself or the 4D for answers, and of course any method will help but then again it all comes down to you to decide if it works. If you "want" your desires don’t dismiss what it is that "gets" you them...idk how to phrase it but just start applying and persist it's honestly too easy.

Anyway enough from me, I'm finally deleting this app right after this. This was long sorry if it doesn't make sense but this is how I understood it. To summarise you're all that's left to"getting" your desires. Think of it as having a breakdown over not being able to find your glasses or hair tie but turns out you're wearing it the entire time.

Thank you Wii and all the other bloggers who take the time out of their day to help others with all of this. Take care of yourselves!!

THIS IS AMAZING!!! I’m SO proud of you!! SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY APPLIED WHAT THEY KNEW AND NOW LOOK AT THEM!! you deserve this so much honestly i’m beyond happy for you!

Also i REALLY love the way you put yourself on the pedestal by saying that your desires are waiting for YOU and not the other way round.

[imraespace]

24: SHOPPING

YUUTA X READER

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It was a few hours after the small chat you had with Yuuta. Your mind had drifted back at lunchtime with everyone, you also noticed that the ring on his finger was gone.

You wondered why he took the ring off, was it a gift from her?

If so maybe you can give him one that he can wear on his finger.

With that thought, you turned off your phone and drifted off into another land.

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Sadly, the sound of your alarm woke you up but atleast this time you were happy to wake uo early.

The thought from yesterday still lingered as the first thing you did was to get out from your bed, and packed a few extra money in your wallet and placed it back into your bag for school.

Once you were happy with yourself, you began to get ready for school.

.

.

Finally, you left your dorm and made your way to the school building, but stopped in your tracks when you saw the boy you talked to yesterday patiently waiting for someone.

You figured out that someone was you when his eyes lit up when it noticed your presence.

You slowly walked up to him, eyes drifting towards his naked finger.

"Good morning, ready to go?" He asked.

You nodded, following behind him as he began walking to school.

From the distant, two pairs of eyes watched your moves.

"Honestly, I was going to give her the merch.." He mumbled as Maki rolled her eyes.

"Just leave her alone." She said as they both followed behind towards the school building.

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When both Yuuta and yourself arrived at school, surprisingly you didn't go to class, you both walked around talking about whatever came to your mind.

Maybe it wasn't alot but for you it felt like a dream come true and it caused you both to slow become a bit closer to each other.

But sadly, the bell went causing you both to sigh but atleast he offered to walk you to your class.

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Finally, lunch time came around and this time Inumaki came alone to collect you.

You both made it towards the group and you chose to sat next to Yuuta. Again.

"We should make a group chat with everyone in it." Inumaki brought up.

"Why? I already have enough on my phone I don't need anymore." Megumi mumbled.

"It will be fun duh." He answered back.

Megumi sighed.

"So should we?" Inumaki asked.

They all nodded, including yourself.

You think it would be fun.

"Okay then later today we are all gonna be in a group chat!" He finished.

Everyone else began chatting with each other.

"You can meet me by my classroom, I will be waiting there for you." Yuuta told you, causing you to nod.

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Sadly, lunch ended as soon as it came or you felt it did.

Everyone made their way back to their classrooms and attended their afternoon classes.

It took forever to ened but finally, it was over.

Everyone either left the classroom or went to their friends to chat.

You packed your bags and did as Yuuta said, you made your way towards his classroom, passing by a familiar white haired boy, who eyed you down a bit before leaving.

"You're here." He said.

You, of course, nodded at his words before you both made your way out of the school.

The walk was slow and quiet but it was also comforting.

Well, everything is comforting with he's around anyways.

.

.

You both finally made it to the mall.

"Okay, where do we go first?" He asked you.

To be honest you barely go out but for his sake, you will take the lead this time.

"I know a store, follow me." You replied as you both entered the mall.

You decided to go to a clothing store first, pointing out some that you liked and some that he thinks his sister would also like as well.

Then you found yourself at a plushie store.

It had alot, which made you roam the store to find something you liked, forgetting you came here to help Yuuta.

Of course, he noticed.

So in the small pile of plushies he got for his sister, he secretly got you one, planning on giving it to you when you both separate to head back to your dorms.

And finally, you both made it to the jewelry store.

He began hunting for some cute jewelry for his sister as you quietly made your way towards the rings.

You planned on buying one for the boy.

As you scanned, you began wondering if you should really do it, would he find it weird?

To you, it was an act out of kindness but what if he saw it as something else?

You sighed, getting rid of the thoughts and stuck to your plan.

Finally you found a cat themed ring. He reminded you of a kitty so you got it.

Just in time as he too, came back from his mini hunt.

"Did you buy something?" He asked you.

"No.. Why do you ask?"

"..There's a bag in your hand so uh." He mumbled.

"Don't think about it, buy your items." You ended the conversation with a small smile.

He laughed a bit at your behavior and did as you said.

That was the final stop for the day though he decided to buy you a snack but besides that you both made your way out of the mall and back to the dorms.

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He walked you back to the female dorms stopping you before you can enter.

"Wait I have something for you." He started.

Confused by his words, you stayed and waited for what he was about to give you.

Out of the bags he was holding, he pulled out a Chococat plushie and handed it to you.

It surprised you.

"You were all over the place in the store, so I decided to buy you one." He told you.

You took the plushie from his hand and stared at the bag in your hand.

"Take this." You said as you held the bag up.

You planned on giving him the ring another time but right now, it felt right to give him it.

"I thought you didn't buy anything?" He joked as he took the bag.

You looked away from him causing him to laugh.

"Okay bye now Y/N, I will check your gift later." He ended.

"Okay, and thank you.." You replied.

You both made it back to your dorms with a smile on your faces.

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note: you both bought each other matching gifts without realizing🤭

also something embarrassing happened to.me today I posted a suguru edit on my whatsapp status and the caption was something saying "his booty" bc I was SINGING A SONG AND THE OWNER OF A GAMING STORE I GO TO SAW IT I DIDNT EVEN SAVE THEIR NUMBER.☹️☹️😞☹️☹️

[ouch333]

Dirty dreams

Warning: Smit (18+) dirty dreams, p in v, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, etc…

(A/n: This is unfinished and I don’t feel like finishing it, if anyone wants to use it or anything let me know)😘

Keegan and I have been roommates at base for the past few months. Our conversation between each was pathetic, hardly holding a conversation amongst us. I would other catch him staring or taking glances at me, looking away before I can say anything. He wasn’t rude or cold towards me just quiet.

It was early morning, I was sitting at my desk working on a report as Keegan was sleeping soundly I’m his bed, He came home late after a mission yesterday. I silently write down information. Bored out of mind.

“(Y-y/n)?” I hear Keegan mumble. “Mm?” I say softly thinking he was up. Without getting a answer I turn and look at him seeing him sleepy. His chest exposed blanket laying down at his waist. I get up a step close to his bed, about to say something. I see sweat drop down his forehead..his hand fisting the sheet beneath him. I watch him with a tilted head, “mm.. need.. you” he moans out softly. I sit on the edge of his bed softly not to wake him.

He shifts around in his bed groaning deeply. “S-shit… I need you… now..” he says his eyes closing tightly. His voice is deep and lustful, he’s having a dirty at dream. His breathing picks up getting heavier, and desperate. With a deep desire in his voice he pants my name over and over. I look down seeing a tent show up in his pants. I giggle softly to myself.

Whines and moans slip out his lips, His body lightly shaking in what looks like pleasure. He speaks up again his voice more raspy, “(y/n)…I need you..” he sighs out. I smile to myself climbing off his bed and kneeling beside his head. I lean into his ear and whisper, “I’m all yours, use me” I say softly. His breathing stops for second before getting faster. It seems my whispering is making the dream more real for him.

His hand slides down his bare chest moving the blanket away, his hard on on full display through his pants. I lean in once again, “use me Keegan” I mumble in his ear. His dream seems to become more vivid. He lets out a shaky moan, “s-say… my name again…” falls out his parted lips. I lean down below his ear, “Keegan” I say in whiny tone.

I start to lay soft kisses on his bare neck, his whine and moans getting louder. “(Y/n)… love… I need more” his voice is louder still dripping in lust. His hips grind against nothing wanting friction. “Can you cum for me?” I mumble in his ear. His eyes roll back behind his eye lids, He nods sleepily in slumber. My name falls out his panting mouth basically begging for release. I plant another kiss on his neck, sucking a little. His hips grind and rut faster, his dream is at the peak. I bit gently bon his neck, he lets an deep moan slip out. I look down and his shaking hips seeing a wet spot appear in his pants from the tip of his cock.

I take a few steps back feeling myself wet down there, I quickly grab new clothes stepping into the bathroom change into everyday wear. I walk out after a few more seconds looking over. His face his red , breathing back to normal coming down from a high.

I giggle sitting down at my desk getting back to work. A few minutes later I hear shuffling from his bed, sitting up yawning. He looks down and let’s put a noise of embarrassment looking at his cum stain in his pajama pants. I giggle softly, “morning Keegan, how was the mission yesterday?” I ask softly keeping my eyes down at my report. “I uh, it wait fine I’m taking a shower” he mumbled still seeming in a daze. He gets up putting his hands over his crotch. I giggle and nod.

A few minutes later he steps out look more confident and more awake. A towel warped around his waist and on his head dying his hair. I look over at him, “Keegan can I ask you something?” I say softly with a teasing voice. He tilts his head while sitting on his bed dying his hair. I spin in my chair to face him, “you were moving a lot in your sleep…you sleep okay?” I ask with smirk on my face.

His hands stop, I see a tent growing from under the towel. His mind racing back to dream. I get up and sit next to him on bed my hand rubbing up and down his arm feeling his muscles. I giggle, “Keegan can i do something?” I ask softly. He nods shyly, I lean in “does this sound familiar?…I’m all yours use me..” I say in a whiny tone. His face goes red, I lay a soft kiss on his neck before leaning back.

He look over, “t-that was actually you..?” He murmured out embarrassed. I nod, giggling. He thinks for second a smirk growing on his face he quickly picks me up placing me on his lap. “Wanna make my dreams come true?” He says kissing my neck sliding my shirt off. I feel his hard cock rubbing against my wet core through my panties.

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Remember when i wrote a fic about Tommy running into a fire to save Buck? Part two here and part three under the cut

Buck felt loopy as he opened his eyes, his mouth was dry, and he felt too out of it to freak out about how his lips stuck together.

He thinks he might have moaned too loud because he hears who he assumes to be Athena go “Bobby, look.”

Before he has the chance to call for Bobby, he feels something wet and soft touch his lips. The water is ice cold and it does little to wake him up, but it’s helpful.

“Buh-by?” his throat felt raw as hell but he finally was able to open his eyes.

“Hey kid.” Bobby greeted him with a warm and relieved smile, he picked up a small cup of water with a straw from somewhere and held it to Buck’s mouth. “Don’t talk just yet, docs were worried about your throat after intubating.”

Buck is sure he isn’t processing much right now; he still feels out of it but he had to ask. “I was intubated?”

Bobby turned pale, his brown eyes slightly widening as he nodded. Athena came into Buck’s view then, standing next to Bobby to wrap her arms around his arm. “You stopped breathing on the way here, Buck.” She told him knowingly, her eyes betraying how scared she was for him. “I don’t know what number of lives you’re on but we thought we almost lost you there.”

Buck winced as he tried to take a deep breath, “How long was I out for?” He doesn’t remember much, he knows he didn’t have a coma-induced lucid dream like before since he can remember going into the fire.

But he can’t remember how he left.

“Four long days.” Bobby answered with a long exhale, Buck felt guilty as he noticed how drained and worn-out Bobby looked while he stood over Buck. Bobby clearly hadn’t been resting well, his skin looked ashy, and he was fidgeting in place.

“I’m sorry.” Buck sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He didn’t want to imagine how the others were handling him being out for four days, especially Maddie. “Wh-Where’s Maddie?” he thought he had spoken to her earlier, but for all Buck knew, that could have been the drugs.

“She should be here soon.” Athena answered, a small smile cracking through her worried expression, “We told her to go home to rest, I think the doctors were getting worried about a pregnant woman sleeping in these chairs.” Athena joked, nudging her chin to the stiff guest chairs that were against the wall in the room.

Buck thought the cough from laughing was worth it, but it only made Bobby jump in worry and grab the cup of water again. Athena looked hurried as she went to run her fingers through Buck’s hair, the gesture was sweet and while it didn’t stop the cough out right, Buck felt oddly calmed by it.

“Thanks Athena.” Buck felt himself relax, missing the small exchange between the couple. “Are the others okay?”

Bobby took too long to answer that, but Buck chalked it up to maybe Bobby not wanting to stress him out with how the others were handling him being in the hospital. “The others are fine, Buck. They came to visit you yesterday. I’m supposed to tell you if you scare Hen again, she’s going to make sure to tether you to her for every call after.”

Buck was careful not to laugh that time, but his smile was short as he wondered something. “Bobby, how did I get out of the fire?”

“What?”

“The fire? I-That’s the last call I remember, did I do something else that put me in the hospital? Did I forget something?” Buck asked, trying to remember for himself what happened.

He might have forgotten something based on how Bobby and Athena looked at each other again, this time with something akin to fear written all over the faces. Bobby looked like he was bracing himself while Athena squeezed his hand.

“Buck,” Bobby cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable about how to answer Buck’s questions. “I don’t know how to tell you this but-”

“Evan, you’re awake!” Maddie’s excited presence caused all three of them to jolt in their spots. “How are you feeling? Did the doctor see you yet?”

 Buck felt something was wrong in his gut, he didn’t miss the odd annoyed look that Bobby and Athena shared this time.

“He hasn’t.” Athena answered her, she clapped her hands together, “I’ll go flag down his doctor.” She raised her brows at Bobby, earning a head nod from the older man.

Yeah, something was going on for sure.

“Thanks Athena.” Maddie went over to him, taking his hand in hers and pressing it under her chin. He could already see her eyes welling up with tears, “I’m so happy to see your awake and alive, you really scared me Evan.”

Emotional Maddie always had a way of making Buck emotional too, “I would promise this is the last time, but the universe really likes to make sure I break that promise.” He tried to joke, only for Maddie to make a face- clearly not liking the joke. “I’m okay, Maddie. Hazard of the job, right?”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Maddie scoffed lightly, “I still need my little brother and Jee and this little one.” Maddie gestured to her now protruding belly, “-need their uncle Buck.” She reminded him pointedly while sniffing.

“Yeah, you’re not getting rid of me, not yet at least.” Buck promised, his tone light in order to cheer up Maddie and Bobby. He turned again to the older man, “You still didn’t tell me what happened? Did the team pull me out or something?” Buck asked.

Before Bobby had the chance to answer, Maddie spoke up again. “Oh, before I forget. Mom and dad know, obviously. I told them the doctors were able to remove the endotracheal tube but they were still worried.” She touched his cheek, “They’re gonna be so relieved to hear you’re okay.”

“O-Okay.” Buck nodded, he looked between Maddie and Bobby. Unsure what was going on, but something was off. “Are-Are they coming to LA again?”

Maddie looked surprised at the ask, “They didn’t say.” Buck knew she was lying, he knew Maddie too well and when her voice went up an octave. “But I can ask them, I’m sure they would be happy to hear you want them to visit.” She teased, although it had the adverse effect on Buck. He didn’t like the weird awkward tension he was getting from Maddie and Bobby.

There was something going on…

“Bobby.” Buck ignored the heart monitor picking up, “What happened?” He asked firmly this time.

“Buck, you need to take a breather.” Bobby warned.

“Yeah,” Maddie echoed, she looked back to the heart monitor and Buck as it went up again, “You need to calm down, Evan. The doctors were worried about your heart after that much smoke inhalation.”

“So I was in the fire?” Buck asked, with the way Maddie looked alarm and guilty all in one it made Buck feel the need to press for answers now, “What happened? Why are you two acting so weird?”

Bobby and Maddie seemed to be only communicating with just looks and raised brows before Buck lost it, “What happened?!” he snapped.

“Buck, you need to calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down when you two won’t tell me-”

A strong knock had Buck pause to look up at Athena and Dr. Salazar coming into his room. “Mr. Buckley, I don’t know what’s going on right now, but you need to breathe and you two.” She pointed to Maddie and Bobby, “Need to go, now. You’re stressing my patient out right now.”

A nurse came through a moment later to take his vitals, triggering Maddie and Bobby to step away from Buck. “Hey- no, I need to know what happened.”

“What you need to do is relax.” Dr. Salazar warned, she leafed through her I-pad that contained Buck’s chart info, “Your heart went through significant stress, again. And the last thing I want is another firefighter coding on me again.”

Buck stood up straighter in bed, ignoring the poor nurse that was trying to fix his IV. “Another firefighter? Wha-Who was it?”

Salazar rolled her eyes, writing something down, “Mr. Buckley, you know I can’t disclose patient information like that.”

“Yeah but, was it a firefighter from the 118?” That would explain why Bobby and Maddie seemed so suspicious and guilty around him, “Was it Eddie or Chimney? Or-or Hen?” he asked, the monitor up ticking again, earning a glare from Salazar. She sighed as she told the nurse “Raise the dosage of Carvedilol by 2 milligrams before Mr. Buckley sends himself into cardiac arrest again.”

That did little to calm Buck down, he pleaded with Salazar as he felt himself became hazy, “Dr. Salazar, please you have to tell me who it is. I-it’s probably my fault that they’re in here. I think they were trying to save me.”    

For a moment, he thought Salazar would tell him, he saw a glimpse of guilt as she looked at him. “Buckley, go rest up. I’m sure your family will tell you what happened.”

‘That’s what you think.’ Buck thought miserably as sleep overtook once again.

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When Ravi joined the Harbor, he and Lucy would joke about how they were officially out of the cool kids’ club since no one from the 118’s A shift would talk to them.

It was a joke that fell flat with Tommy, especially after he broke up with Buck, but Melton, Hiro, and the others found it funny.

The one thing that Ravi and Lucy appreciated at times was how the weird added drama that followed the A shift didn’t follow the Harbor’s A shift.

While Tommy had once mentioned how he liked how connected the 118 A shift was, how they were such a family, Ravi felt they were too co-dependent.

For God’s sake, Chimney and Buck were brothers-in-law, Buck was the guardian Eddie’s kid in the case Eddie ever died, Hen was besties with Bobby’s wife and Chimney, and the team practically had dinners with each other weekly.

But where he and Lucy thought it was over kill, Tommy seemed to revel in it. Admitting that he missed that when he and Buck broke up.

If only Tommy could see what was going on now.  

Chimney, Maddie, Eddie, Bobby, and Lucy were all arguing about if and when they should tell Buck about Tommy.

“Buck has the right to know!” Lucy pressed, staring daggers at Maddie who seemed indifferent to Lucy’s opinion. “Do you know how pissed he would be if he found out you guys were hiding the fact that Tommy almost lost his life to save Buck’s?”

Eddie looked rightfully guilty at that; he gave Maddie a disapproving look as the older brunette just shook her head in disagreement. “Buck needs to focus on getting better, we can’t tell him about Tommy, its just going to stress him out.”

“He’s already stressed Maddie.” Bobby pointed out tersely, “He knows something is going on and he does know that someone got him out of the fire, we’re gonna have to tell him.”

Maddie stayed quiet at that, lost in thought as she rubbed her belly.

“Maddie?” Chimney asked, he had agreed with telling Buck as soon as possible but did admit that he wanted to support Maddie since she was his wife. “They have a point.”

Maddie pursed her lips, staring owlishly at the group. “I know.” She admitted, rubbing her forehead as the exhaustion from the past four days caught up with her. “But regardless if we tell Buck now or tomorrow, it doesn’t change the fact that Tommy isn’t awake yet. I don’t need the guilt and stress about Tommy making Buck worse.”

“That’s not your call to make, Maddie.” Lucy snapped, arms crossed as she turned to Maddie and then to the others for support. “You might be Buck’s sister, but he’s not a child. He can handle knowing what happened.”

“Lucy, calm down.” Chimney warned, standing up from where he was leaning against the wall. “You can’t blame her for wanting to protect her brother.” He nodded towards the hall, “We know that Buck won’t take it well, do you know how long it took for Buck to get over Tommy? This is just gonna make him spiral more on top of having heart issues too.”

Lucy threw her hands up in the air, “What is the matter with you guys?!” she nearly yelled, this time it was Ravi that stood up to lay a supporting hand on Lucy’s shoulder, he knew Lucy rarely lost her cool- but Tommy was her ride or die since she had joined air-ops. If there was one thing about Lucy, she was fiercely protective of anyone who she considered a brother. “I know the 118 is family and they protect their own or whatever, but Buck isn’t a child or an idiot.” She sneered, looking at Chimney directly for that one, “Bobby already said it, he knows someone rescued him and he’s going to feel bad and guilty and whatever about it, but he’s going to want to be here for Tommy.” She pointed to the aforementioned man, who was still intubated and laying undisturbed as the others argued around him.

“I think we should tell him.” Eddie admitted once the group fell silent, he looked up. Knowing to expect pushback, he continued, “He’s going to have know eventually.” He reasoned, “It’s either we tell him now or later, either way he’s going to be pissed and he’s going to want to see Tommy.” He turned to Maddie this time, looking and sounding stubborn as he warned her, “I’m not lying to him, Maddie. I can’t lie to Buck so it’s not if we should tell him, it’s when.”

Maddie pressed her lips together, her eyes welling up with tears again. “I’ll talk to the Dr. Salazar. See if she recommends if we tell him now or later.” Her tone was cool though, she gave one last glare to Lucy who met her with the same energy.

Bobby gestured to Chim to follow his wife as he went to approach Lucy. “Listen,” he approached Lucy with his hands up in defeat, “I know tensions are high right now with everyone.” He looked at Eddie and Ravi as well, “But no one is trying to hide or lie about what happened, I know its important that Buck knows what happened but both Buck and Tommy just went through something physically traumatizing to their hearts, we need to make sure we don’t stress the out more.” Bobby told her gently, not missing how Lucy had scoffed in the middle of him talking and wiped away her tears as she turned to Tommy. “Lucy, no one is ignoring what Tommy did for Buck, no one from the 118 is going to act as thought Tommy didn’t save Buck.”

“As long as that’s the case, Cap.” Ravi couldn’t help but let a little ire bleed out in his tone, he didn’t want to blame Buck for what happened, but he couldn't help it. It wasn’t lost on any of them why Tommy went in.

He just wished Tommy didn’t literally sacrifice his heart for Buck’s sake…

Again.  

[punkypiscesell-writes]

Summer nights, you and I

Lucien Flores x f!plus-size!reader

summary: You explore your feelings for your high school sweetheart, who comes to your birthday party.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, bad communication, mention of drinking, no mention of pronouns for reader but body parts are mentioned, reader wears a dress and has hair, smut, car sex in a public place, unprotected PiV sex (wrap it up folks!). No use of y/n. Not beta read. If I forgot something, let me know!

word count: 3.7k

notes: Happy birthday weekend to me! Yesterday, when I saw the new pictures and videos of one mr. Lucien Flores, my brain got fried, and inspiration hit me. I ended up writing this thing in the middle of the night and thought I’d share it now to celebrate me turning 30!  

dividers by saradika

He watches you mingle in the crowd, eyes following your every move. People talk with him, to him, but the words slip out of his head as soon as he hears them. He watches as you laugh at a joke someone tells you. He watches you listen to someone. He watches the arch of your lips when you answer someone’s question, how your tongue drags over the softness as you wet them before sipping on your drink.

He knows you’re aware of him. He sees it in the way you turn around if you get too close to him. He sees your head twist away after you’ve locked your eyes on him when you think he hasn’t noticed. It’s in the way you pretend to not see him even when you’re facing him, trying to force yourself to stay present in the conversation you’re engaged in.

But every few seconds your eyes drift to watch him past the guest’s face. Your shoulders tense up, you breathe a little deeper, and you try so hard to not let his presence deter you from the deep desire to keep your head straight. You told him that you two can’t keep seeing each other. You told him that repeatedly; every time you came knocking on his door at odd hours of the night, every time you called him to ask if he was free the next weekend, every time you sighed out his name when his mouth was buried between the roundness of your thighs. It was a reflex. A chanting wish to keep yourself from him.

Yet every time you came back, saying the same thing, “we can’t keep seeing each other like this.”

He had looked at you under his brow, ready to indulge you in the orange gloom of the streetlights glowing in through the window. “How do you want to see me then?” He mocked.

He didn’t expect to be pushed on his back, your fingers gently around his throat, your hot palm against his feverish skin, your lips against his ear, “I don’t,” you whispered. Almost like it was an emphasis on your resoluteness, you rose to your knees and guided him into you. Your arousal pooled instantly at the base of his cock when you heard him moaning.  He dug his fingers against your ass and helped you ride him until your thighs were burning. Here you were, trying to meet all your guests in the dusky garden you had rented for your birthday party. “I don’t want you there,” you had said when you gave him the invite.

“Then I won’t come there,” he answered.  You gave him a long look, your fingers pressed against his before you turned on your heels and left his place before the sun rose.

Here you were, avoiding him at your own party, trying to act nonchalant about the man who you wanted in every way but never wanted to admit it even to yourself. You knew how people saw him. How they’d see you if they knew about you two.

You were always the good one, ready to help, never backing out even in the bleakest situations. People trusted you, and you gave all of them a reason to do that. Lucien on the other hand, he is nothing like you.

He has always been the quiet rebel, the one with the free spirit who sometimes disappears without a word to chase his dreams and wants. Untrustworthy, ready to jump when everyone else expected him to stand still. You can’t accept that he has changed, even when he tries to prove it to you.

You knew you couldn’t get attached like you had when you two were teenagers, with heated cheeks and coy smiles. Back then you were shy and your hands always shook when you wanted to touch him. Even if it was just to hold his hand or to push his unruly curls off his eyes.

The kisses back then were timid, full of nerves, when either of you weren’t used to having someone so close yet. The teenage romance ended before it even had a chance to properly start. He left and you stayed. Your tears were never ending, they dried out your soul. The hope for feeling like you had someone you could trust to stand with you, to have someone in your corner, withered away. It was by accident when he saw you again. At a coffee shop on a busy Tuesday morning. He could recognize your voice from a mile away and the smile in your eyes when you thanked the barista for your coffee. And the curve of your lips that you licked with the tip of your tongue before you took a sip.

He didn’t know if he should call out for you or let you go. He did neither. He was on his feet before he had the chance to decide, and stood in your way as you were heading outside with your takeout cup, smiling at something on your phone. You almost crashed into him, barely catching yourself before you spilled your coffee on his chest.

“Excuse me,” the annoyance was palpable, but when you looked up and saw his face, the realization hit you like a train.

“Lucien,” you half whispered with wide eyes in the full coffee shop. He was so close he could smell the mint in your breath from your toothpaste.

“Long time no see,” his mouth found a crooked smile and you gasped out a laugh, not believing that he was standing in front of you, not knowing what to do next. It wasn’t forbidden. The love he feels for you, or the love you feel for him. You’re protecting yourself, he knows that. You don’t want to feel like you’ve lost something when he decides to leave again. You don’t want to find yourself alone again. You don’t want to feel like you’ve been abandoned again.

You were inseparable for a while. He was a lifeline for you when you felt most lonely, without friends and belonging in any group that had formed at school. He was a friend, first and foremost, then your first love.

By the end of it he was nothing when he followed his dad to another state one summer. So, you keep telling him that you can’t meet anymore. That it’s not wise to see each other anymore. That this is the last time, before you come back again and tell him the same things again and again. “Happy birthday,” he finally finds you alone by the drinks table, catching your breath after all the socializing and meaningless conversations with people you’ve collected throughout the years to make yourself a safety net that has holes in it. You had said it yourself, “I don’t belong with these people, I don’t know why I think they’re my friends.”

“Thank you,” your quiet voice trembles when you face him and look at him deep in his eyes.

“I have something —,” he begins, but is cut off by the other people who burst into explosive laughter. The sound is a mix of joyful and horrifying at the same time, too loud yet held back.

“Come,” he takes your hand and pulls you away towards the gates of the garden, getting further from the party and the droning chatter with every step. You hold onto his hand with your fingers twined with his and let him take you anywhere he wants.  

He opens the doors of his car but pulls you to his chest before pushing your back against the side of the ride. Your hands reflexively reach for his shoulders and drag him in. Your hungry mouth is about to repeat your script but gets distracted by his lips and the wet glide of his tongue against yours. “What were you about to say out there?” You groan when he sucks at the soft flesh right under your jaw.

“That I have something for you,” the low murmur of his voice makes shivers run down your spine. Your hands don’t shake anymore when you reach for his kisses, when you reach for his belt and pant against his mouth when the now familiar feeling of his tongue fills your mouth. Smoothly he reaches behind your back and pulls the door open, leading you to the backseat. The pleasant mildness of the night feels scorching in the closed car. The windows are fogged up and your hand is slipping against the glass when he buries himself snuggly into you. Your breath catches in your throat every time he reaches that place deep inside you. He makes you discover the fine line between pleasure and pain with every stroke.

He’s careful with it, making sure you never cross that line to painful but teeter on the brink of it. Who would’ve guessed you’d be getting fucked in Lucien’s car by the end of the night, sweat pouring out of your pores, feeling spread open and the intense pleasure with every stroke of his cock in the tightness of your pussy, electrifying your spine and travelling in waves up and down your back. He licks at the side of your neck, a long stripe from your collarbone up to your jaw. He plants soft kisses along it until he reaches your lips. Slowly he lifts himself up to look at you, hovering over you.

His arms are like a cage on either side of you, your leg trapped against his arm. If you were to straighten it, your toes would tickle the dark lining on the roof of the car. The chains around his neck sway with every thrust, all ending up tickling the centre of your chest. You reach for them and wrap them once around your finger.

“I want you to be rough,” you tell him. He looks at you, the seriousness in your eyes. He’d like to wipe away your fears, your need to push him away while simultaneously pulling him in. He considers it, giving you what you ask for. But it’s only part of the script you’ve written in your head to feel better if he were to leave again.

“No,” he says and leans down, touching his lips feather light against yours. He rocks down and watches you take a deep breath. He feels you pulse around his cock, adjusting to the slow invasion. “I’ll give you rough when you believe when I say I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.” He sees your resolve crumble immediately. You’ve been caught, you both know it. You’ve kept yourself from feeling anything for Lucien while feeling so much for him at the same time, so much so that it has turned overwhelming. Your protection has turned into self-sabotage when he’s the one reaching out while he watches you build even higher walls around yourself.

He moves slow, almost pulling out completely, before pushing back in with a slow roll of his hips, until his pelvis is flush against yours and another breath is drawn out of your lungs. You wrap your hand around the back of his neck, your fingers winding around the curls at the base of it, forcing him to hold his forehead against yours. The chains slip from your hand and hang loose once again. They tap against your chin with every little move he makes.

“I want to hear it,” his voice rumbles and buzzes in your ears. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, while he demands your attention with the push of his hips. The arm that was supporting your leg at the bend of his elbow suddenly secures the sole of your foot against the passenger seat while your ankle presses against the center console.

You open your eyes just as you feel his fingers slip between your legs, his thumb finding your slicked clit without much trouble like he has mapped out how you like to be touched. He gathers even more of your wetness from around his cock and circles the sensitive nerve endings in sweet circles, making your eyes roll back into your head and your back arch off the leather seats.

“Tell me,” he demands softly, bringing you back from losing yourself to the pleasure. He doesn’t stop touching you, only slows down the circles, just like he slows down his thrusts to be a continuous movement, in and out, keeping your pleasure on high alert and your orgasm ever present, but not letting it take you away from him, not just yet.

“What?” You gasp out when he once again reaches deep, tilting his hips up.

“Tell me you believe I’m not going, and I’ll give you rough.” You moan out at the feel of his thumb suddenly losing pressure for it to only move up and down against your clit.

The words are on your tongue, catching the humidity of his breath. You’d want to believe him, you’d love to believe him. But you can’t.

You know this isn’t the first time he’s back in the city. He has come and gone many times, and you’ve only heard about it afterwards, when he’s long gone already. And every time, even when you hadn’t seen him, it had reminded you of how he left when you were still a couple of kids, trying to navigate the world that seemed too big and too small at the same time.

You’d want to tell him you believe him. You’d want to have enough faith in yourself to not break apart when he will eventually leave. You’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but the fear is still there, only growing stronger. You wait for the moment, when he’s just gone.  

You force yourself to look at him in the eye, to see the dark pleading in them. To believe him. He sees the same in yours. To not hurt you. He shoves himself in you and holds the tears in your eyes with heartbreak in his.

He gets it. There’s nothing he can do, or say, to make you change your mind about him. He pushes himself up and runs his large hand down your soft side, his thumb tracing the line of your bra under your breast.

You brace yourself for what he’s about to do when your request from earlier hangs heavily in the humid air between the two of you. His eyes rake down your clothed front, sees the budding bruises of his mouth right by the edges of your bra. Your dress, which he hiked up to your waist, has gathered the few drops of sweat that have dripped down from his face.

Last, his eyes fixate on the gleam of your lips around his length, how he still hasn’t stopped the push and pull of his hips, drawing out more and more of your slick. He thumbs at where you’re joined, earning a groan from you that invites him closer to cumming. It’s your final warning for what’s to come.

The air smells of sex, heady and thick. He grinds his teeth together and breathes deep. His thighs are on fire from kneeling between your legs for so long. Some of the seams on the seats chafe against his legs.

“Just do it,” you cry out. Your voice isn’t only asking for him to take you however he pleases. You’re pleading for him to do what you expect from him. To take what he wants, and to leave.

Without waiting any longer, he digs his fingers into your hip, squeezes the supple roundness of your bottom and slams himself into you, starting a ruthless rhythm. You scream out before you manage to cover your mouth with your hands. You breathe harshly between your fingers while he takes and takes, forcing you to gasp out your moans.

It's too much, his hold, his thumb on your clit, the thickness of him between your legs, in you, his grunts and heavy breaths that intoxicate you. You love to hear his voice when he’s close. It’s the most erotic sound you could ever think of. You record it in your mind, only to repeat to yourself when you know thinking about these moments together won’t cause too much pain.

He does this thing where he reaches deep inside you, presses his whole length against the squishy, most sensitive parts of your flesh, and uses it with abandon. You can’t hold in your moans behind your hands anymore; the sound only turns into whimpering screams.

He doesn’t stop. He’s giving you what you wished. Your birthday wish. He abuses the softness of your pussy repeatedly. He forces your palms off your mouth and wraps his hand around them to push them against the door so you can scream your pleasure into his mouth.

Your blissful climax topples you off your awareness. There’s only Lucien, guiding you through your orgasm with slowing thrusts when you squeeze around him. He gasps into your mouth and licks into it, against your tongue, and lets you ride it out, but he doesn’t stop.

He listens to your whines and makes them the sound that encourage him to cum. With weak arms you fight his hand off yours, and wrap them around him, the other under his silky shirt, the other in his thick, damp curls.

You kiss him with newfound fervor, barely hanging on to your rationality while he makes you forget yourself in the intense pleasure. Pins and needles run up and down your skin, it’s almost painful.

“Let go for me, Lucien, cum for me,” you manage to mumble against his lips. He gives out a ragged moan when the grind of his hips stutters. His whole body trembles. Sweat pours down his temples, down his neck, and his chest glistens in the half light of the hidden parking lot with a blush that has crept up to his cheeks.

He catches his breath against your neck with shuddering exhales, his moans heating your skin. You massage the back of his neck and allow yourself to close your eyes. You imagine what it would be like to let him love you, to let yourself relax without any uncertainty.  You’re still split open by him, and if you could, you wouldn’t mind staying like this for longer.

Lucien opens the door and lets the cooling night air slip into the car. You push yourself up and with shaky fingers try to close the buttons that will hide the hickeys he left on your breasts.

He leans his head back against the headrest. He pushes his hand through his drying curls, leaving them tousled. You try your best to make your hands stop shaking, but they don’t. It almost seems like it’s getting worse.

“Let me,” he whispers, and you’re met with his quietness as he reaches towards you and steadily fastens the small buttons, covering your skin.

“Lean back,” he tells you and you do as he wishes. He gets something off the floor, which you recognize as the lace of your panties. He maneuvers them on you, and up your legs until you have to push your hips up and you replace his hands with yours. He sees the mess between your legs, his cum that is slicking the insides of your thighs.

“Was this what you wanted to give me?” You ask, almost hopeful that he’ll say yes. He looks up as he lifts his own hips to pull his trousers back up the rest of the way, closing the button right under the softness of his belly.

He shakes his head once and accompanies it with a chuckle. His eyes stay the same, rich and admiring, serious and playful at the same time. He buttons up his shirt while you put space between the two of you.

Suddenly, even after all the times you’ve fucked, you’re nervous. You don’t like to feel vulnerable around him, when it only means that you’re putting yourself at risk.

“No,” he finally says and reaches for the center console between the two front seats. Inside is a small box that he hands to you.

“Happy birthday.” It comes out so much deeper than it did before, full of the remains of his lust for you. You take the box and manage to get it open.

“It reminded me of you,” he says when you see a small, dark green gemstone pendant on a thin chain. You swallow against the dryness of your throat and touch it with the tips of your fingers.

“Let me,” he tells you softly and takes the box from you. You turn your back to him and close your eyes to fight the tears that are threatening to spill onto your cheeks.

The chain feels cool at first, but then burning hot when he closes the lock behind your neck and traces the metal against your skin. You turn back towards him and look at the gem between your fingers. Even in this faint light you can discover vivid red flakes on the surface.

“Thank you,” you reach for him and close him inside your arms. He buries his face against your neck and kisses it, the chain pressing between his lips and your skin.

“Want to go back?” He asks and with a trembling sigh you separate from him. You let him pull you out of the car and to your feet.

He straightens your clothes. The dress you chose to wear just because you knew he’d like it on you and which you hoped he’d take off you. He brushes his thumbs under your eyes and over your forehead and combs his fingers through your hair to make you look at least somewhat like you weren’t just fucked in someone’s car. The fresh air clears your head. It cools the deep burning in your chest and the dripping cum in your panties. It lets you close your heart from him again.

“Yes,” you say and lead him back towards the party, while you’d want to turn around, get back into his car and ask him to drive you away from here. He could take you anywhere, and you wouldn’t say no.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Epilogue

A/N: Now we can say goodbye to this series. This was such a treat to write. I’ll miss this series! Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Death by domestic fluff.

Word count: Just a bit over 1k.

Typical Stark Masterlist

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“Tony, not like that!”

“You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to start trusting your husband, Y/N.” Tony sighed, watching you hunch over to redo all of his work in your garden.

“Oh yeah? Say that to my peonies you killed last week.” you huffed, brushing hair out your way before staring pointedly at him, quieting any further arguments.

It was a sunny day at the lakehouse. Your house that Tony surprised you with right after you came back from your honeymoon.

It was away from the city, still close enough to commute to the Avengers compound. Surrounded by nature and all the calm and quiet you didn’t know you needed. A throwaway detail you never realized your husband picked up on. You’d mentioned to him once how it had been a dream of yours to have a house by a lake, a big garden where you could grow your favorite flowers and vegetables.

The man never ceased to surprise you.

“Mama!”

You heard your five year old cry before her tiny but urgent footsteps caught up to you two, her brown hair billowing in the breeze as held up a glass for you.

“We made you lemonade.” she explained with a proud grin, making you smile adoringly.

“Did you now? Thank you, my love.” You’d been wanting a drink to cool down anyway, stomach grumbling a little with hunger as you stood up. The sudden movement made your head spin a little as you stumbled, reaching out to hold Tony’s arm.

“Whoa. You okay, hon?” he rubbed your back, eyes full of worry.

“Yeah. Just a head rush. I’m fine.”

You took a big gulp of the drink, feeling better already before picking up your daughter and settling her on your hip, giving her a big kiss. You settled her on your lap as you sat on a wooden bench in your garden.

“Is it good, mama?” her big brown eyes that she’d inherited from her father bore into yours as she waited for an answer, giving you her biggest grins when you told her you loved it.

“Where’s my drink, little miss?” Tony asked as he gave Morgan a little tickle, causing her to squirm and giggle in your arms.

“You made the pretty pink flowers wither and die, Dada. No lemonade for you.”

You had to stifle a laugh watching Tony pull a face at his daughter. It was a delight watching the two of them interact. In more ways than one, Morgan had taken after Tony, but more often than not, you saw glimpses of yourself in her too.

“Wither and die? Why are you growing up so fast?” Tony shook his head at the both of you in faux exasperation.

Hearing Peter call her inside, she wiggled out of your grasp and ran back inside, leaving the two of you alone. Sighing, you put your feet up on the bench, leaning back and closing your eyes, letting out a groan as Tony gave you a quick foot massage. Baby Stark number two was still a long way but you were already exhausted.

“Ugh, my feet are killing me today.”

Back in the house, you could see Peter Parker and Morgan scuttling around in the kitchen, your daughter waving at you both from the window, making you chuckle.

“Seems only yesterday we brought that tiny little bundle home huh?”

You hummed in agreement, both of you recalling the day your daughter was born. It had been the longest fourteen hours of your life.

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“I swear to God I am never having sex with you, Tony Stark.” you glared at the man who was quite frankly terrified of you in the moment, watching you pace about the hospital room, wildly uncomfortable and irritated with everything.

“Let’s not make promises we can’t keep, honey.” he did his best to calm you, rubbing your back gently as you stood gripping the back of a chair. Your contractions had been coming along steadily, each one worse than the last. The doctors had informed you hadn’t dilated the required amount yet, so there was still time for the baby to come.

This one was bad though, you felt like your stomach was being wound tight with hot iron bands, the pain came in waves, draining you of your energy. The nurse placed her hand on your belly, letting you know it was time before carrying you out to the delivery room in a wheelchair; while a panicked but excited Tony followed you right out.

“You’re doing so great, sweetheart. Keep pushing.” Tony winced in pain at your grip on his hand, kissing your sweaty, matted hair while you screamed in agony.

“I hate you, Anthony Edward Stark! You better run for your life when this baby comes out.” you gritted your teeth, tears rolling down your cheeks as you panted, resting back just for a moment before it was time to push again.

The doctors and him shared a sympathetic look, he was sure they’d heard it all and probably worse.

“I love you too, Y/N. Come on, time to meet our little girl now, yeah? Push.” he wiped your sweat away, encouraging you every step of the way, chuckling at the angry threats you threw at him.

One final push and she was out, you fell back against the chair in exhaustion, eyes closed before you felt a soft and warm tiny body placed on your chest, who was wailing angrily.

She had a mop of dark brown hair, red face contorted, tiny hands balled up in fists. The most beautiful baby girl. Your baby girl.

Wrapping her up in a little bundle, the nurses handed her to Tony, who looked down at her part in awe and part in disbelief, his eyes brimming with tears looking at his child opening her eyes that perfectly matched his for the first time.

A moment he’d never forget.

“Welcome to the world, baby Y/L/N Stark.” he whispered, bringing her over to you as more tears streamed down your face.

“We made her, Tony.” it felt like you could gaze at her forever, every little wiggle, every face twitch of hers left you awed.

“We did. I think it’s safe to say she’ll be getting her looks from her father.”

Typical Stark.

[sc0tters]

What’s Best For You | Adam Fantilli

summary: with the draft hanging over Adam’s head and the view of you getting on with another man brings the end of your relationship, but what happens when you two see each other again?

request: yes/no

warnings: none

prompt: “if you leave don’t come back.”

word count: 2.21k

authors note: I wasn’t planning on writing this one but Adam got the hatty yesterday and I figured we should celebrate him. This isn’t like my normal writing as I got the whole idea for the prompt at like 2 in the morning and just went with it. If you want to see more from the 500 celly you can do so here!

The topic of the draft hung over you both like a bad smell that you couldn’t shake.

Each time one of you brought it up the other would change the subject usually muttering on about how “fate would take its course” or “it’s out of our control so let’s not worry.” But tonight Adam seemed like he was on a mission.

You two had left a party early after Adam saw JJ flirting with you. Now the Fantilli boy wasn’t jealous, he knew you would never cross that line with another man because you loved Adam.

But there was something about that image that he couldn’t stop thinking about. From the way the blonde laughed at your jokes or how your eyes lit up when you saw him.

At first Adam thought you were just friends who had a few classes together, yet that was exactly how you met Adam.

And after nights of staying up wondering what he was meant to do about leaving you, it seemed that tonight he finally had his answer “why are you saying this?” You asked pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

Adam had tried to explain it to you for the fifth time but you still refused to hear his message “I can’t love you the way some guys here can if I’m on the west coast.” Adam sighed as he was predicted to go second to the Ducks all the way in Anaheim.

Whilst the boy loved you with all of his heart, to the point where you were the only thing his mind thought of when he woke up and when he went to sleep. Adam came to the conclusion that evening, that it wasn’t fair to expect you to do that long distance relationship.

Tears formed in your eyes “that’s meant to be something I decide, not you Adam!” Your voice broke as you finally realised what was going on here.

Adam was about to break up with you.

It felt like a slap in the face, the man you loved more than you ever thought you could love anyone was telling you that the last six months was all for nothing.

As much as he wanted to hug you and kiss those tears away the hockey player knew that he couldn’t, instead he had to watch them roll down your cheeks “I should go y/n.” Adam’s words had your feet dragging your body towards him.

There was no baby, darling, love, princess that fell from his lips. No, now you were simply just y/n the name you had your entire life now felt bland and boring.

You shook your head “tell me you love me.” You mumbled feeling the sadness replaced by this sense of hurt “tell me that this is all just a dream and that when I wake up you’ll be by my side.” As sobs got stuck in your throat you cut yourself off “I can’t lose you Adam.” You cried finally letting go as his silence seemed to serve as the stark reminder of the reality that was hitting you with the same strength as the cold Michigan winter air when you walk outside in the morning.

The boy shook his head “it’s for the best,” he repeated cupping your cheeks with his hands as he titled your head up so that he could kiss your forehead.

A tear from his eyes landed on your hair soaking the soft strands as his hands dropped to his sides “goodbye sweets,” Adam forced the words from his lips digging his nails into his palms as he stared at you for one final time.

Acting like he didn’t have your face memorised, each scar, each spot, each dimple, he could pinpoint them all. But this time he just wanted to see you, even if it had to be with tears streaming down your face.

As you watched Adam turn around and head back to your dorm door, the pain you were feeling morphed into anger. You were angry at how easily he was willing to give up on you two without giving you a proper reason why, how he made you feel like the only girl in the world to only go and pull the plug on it all when you least expected it. What pissed you off the most was that he had all of these opportunities to break up with you and decided that the last party of the school year was the best option “if you leave now, you better not come back.” The warning in your tone came through as Adam stopped in his tracks.

Not a single coherent thought went through his brain as all he wanted to do was turn around and kiss you whilst he told you just how stupid he was. But instead Adam simply shook his head before he walked out of your room leaving you confused, drunk and upset.

That was two months ago and Adam wanted to call you every minute of every day but he didn’t. Every time he did something he only wanted to tell you about it, but he couldn’t.

Not even you were posting things from your families lake house with none other that JJ McCarthy.

Adam knew that your lake houses were at the same lake literally two minutes away from each other because the day you learnt about it you went and told Adam all about it.

A giggle left your lips as JJ placed his hand on your shoulder “I’ve got to get to practice,” he groaned seeing the clock on the dining hall wall.

You nodded sending him a smile “I’ll see you later J,” you waved watching him nod “bye y/n.” JJ sent you a salute before he walked off.

Adam was quick to walk over to you when he realised you were now alone “what was all that about baby?” He asked leaning down to peck your lips.

Again Adam wasn’t jealous, he felt like you could be friends with anyone that your heart could dream of. But the way JJ looked at you was what made his skin crawl “JJ lives down the road from the lake house in the summer!” You explained locking your hand with his as you began walking back the boys table.

“Funny that right?” You added totally unaware of how Adam was.

To him it had to take an idiot to see that JJ liked you, and part of Adam couldn’t even blame JJ for it, you were a total catch that any guy would be lucky to get.

You stared at the picture of Adam and Luca in their suits that the older Fantilli had uploaded to his close friends story “look we don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.” JJ sighed seeing you frown.

The draft was one thing you always watched with your grandad who now wasn’t here, so as much as you didn’t want to see Adam you weren’t doing this for him “no I’m good.” You forced a smile onto your lips.

JJ decided to not question you further as he let the volume of the tv go louder as you two watched the third pick. The boy suggested that you only started watching then to avoid seeing Adam “the Columbus Blue Jackets are proud to announce from the University of Michigan Adam Fantilli!” Your eyes went wide seeing your ex get up “what about Anaheim?” You croaked feeling yourself grow sick.

Before the boy had the chance to check on you your body pushed off the couch as you ran to the bathroom.

It had been over eight months since you had been into the Yost and the place you grew to love in your freshman year now felt foreign “if you want to leave let me know.” You felt guilty with how good JJ had been to you since the school year started.

The boy had been good to you as he always made sure you were okay. Whether it was being your company at a party or simply just checking in on you, JJ had grown to hold a special place in your heart but that didn’t make you feel any sense of comfort.

Truth was that you longed for Adam, your roommate had to go as far as delete Adam’s number from your phone after you tried calling him drunk one evening.

You sent JJ a nod as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders giving you a comforting squeeze “he isn’t here anyways.” You pointed out assuming that Adam was with his team celebrating the win against the Redwings in Detroit.

But of course the universe had to prove you wrong as the jumbotron picked up your conversation with JJ flashing your faces on the big screen. You let out a laugh pointing at it “you okay Adam?” Julia asked her son seeing the frown on his face.

Adam nodded forcing a smile on his face “she looks happy,” he shrugged trying to ignore the painful feeling that shot through his chest.

The games end came fast as the wolverines shut out Minnesota. You wanted to drag JJ out of there as you heard the rumours that Adam was there but the football star seemed to have other plans as he forced the excuse that Dylan had something for the boy.

You practically hid behind him as you didn’t know what you were going to do if you saw Adam, your brain couldn’t decide if you preferred the idea of hugging him or cursing him for putting you through the pain that he had done so.

But before you could think about it any further JJ dropped a bombshell on you “I’m going to give you guys a moment.” He mumbled moving to the side so you could lock eyes with Adam and Luca who seemed to be having a similar conversation.

Before you knew it Adam was awkwardly stood in front of you “hey,” you mumbled shoving your hands into the Michigan hoodie to hat was undeniably something you stole from Adam all those months ago.

The Fantilli boy just took the moment to stare at you and your feature as he took in how beautiful you looked “hi.” The hockey player smiled fiddling with the watch on his wrist.

It irritated you how Adam didn’t seem to feel the pain you felt, you had concealer caked beneath your eyes to avoid revealing your dark circles from that lack of sleep “how is your boyfriend?” That comment only aggravated you further as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“JJ is just my friend you dickhead.” You spat causing the boy’s eyes to go wide.

He had to say that he was surprised to hear that you were still single as that little part of him selfishly hoped that you were still in love with him “some of us find it harder to move on when we get dumped out of the blue than others.” You knew it was low but you sent the blow anyways as you had seen all of the rumours and all of the TikTok’s about Adam’s new lovers as he was seen as the dream boy of Columbus.

Adam let out a laugh causing you to cross your arms “this isn’t funny Adam.” You grumbled frowning as your now upset look was clearly highlighted.

Just like how he used to Adam cupped your cheeks forcing you to look at him “all those girls try and I can’t seem to shut up about you.” Adam’s confession had your eyebrows raising in surprise.

In all honesty you truly thought that he broke up with you so he could pursue other things when he left, or at least that was how you liked to think about it because it was easier to try to hate him for leaving you.

Your lips formed a pout “really?” It weirdly warmed your heart to hear that news. Adam nodded as he smiled “thought it was for the best ending it but the truth is I’m still crazy about you.” Adam mumbled tucking your hair behind your ear.

If anyone could see how you were feeling on the inside they’d call you pathetic as you were grinning from ear to ear “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.” Adam sighed wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into a hug.

You let his familiar cologne invade your nostrils as you melted into his arms “I just want you back.” Most people would have been ashamed to be that open with the guy that dumped them, but for you this was simply just what your heart needed to be brought to ease after all of those late nights crying yourself to sleep.

Adams hands went back to your chin tilting your head up to see his face eyes “you never lost me.” With those words he brought his lips down to yours.

As you felt your body grow warm at that familiar feeling of his lips on yours, you both knew that your were right back where you needed to be. With him in your arms and you in his even if it was under the lights of the Yost arena, you were both home.

[slowlypalefire]

Event Story

Ebert Vs Ellis

Part 1

*The translation are not guaranteed to be entirely accurate, so expected some errors.

On Valentine's Day, the kitchen at Crown Castle was filled with the scent of sweet chocolate.

Kate: "It's baked!"

I looked at the steaming chocolate cake and looked at the maids.

I decided to make sweets to convey my daily gratitude and love to each person I care about.

It was just yesterday.

Everyone seemed to be having fun talking in sign language while wrapping, and I couldn't help but relax.

(Hehe, everyone looks like they're having fun. It's like this after all.Every event is fun)

Maid Chloe: "The men might start fighting over my sweets!''

Maid Marie: "That's just too much of a dream! I understand, though."

"Kate-san, don't you want to see your chocolate be compete for once? "

Imagine that you have a chocolate and multiple people ask for it.

(I feel lonely when no one wants me)

(In that case, it would be better if they competed for it...maybe you might be happy)

Kate: "Sure, I might be happy."

I communicate this in sign language, which I have just begun to learn.and,

the chocolates made by the maids themselves ,they took it with them and quickly left.

Leaving behind only a “meaningful” smile.

Kate: "Oh, what? Let's make tea while eating the leftover cake..."

Elbert and Ellis: "Kate"

When I turned around, there was Elbert-sama with a wistful expression on his face and Ellis-kun smiling.

Ellis: "I heard a happy voice, so I was curious and came to take a look."

Elbert: "… Me too. Because I heard your voice."

"…The smell of chocolate.Were you making sweets?"

Kate: "Yes. We all worked together. We did a good job, look."

Ellis: "It's true. It's so cute in the shape of a heart. As expected of you, Kate-san."

Kate: "Ellis-kun is always good at complimenting. Thank you."

Elbert: "...I want it."

Kate: "eh?"

Elbert: "... I want your handiwork."

Ellis: "I want some handmade work from you too."

Mr. Elbert is standing on the left and Ellis is standing on the right. When they told me they e wanted it, I couldn't help but feel happy.

(Hehe, both of you are so kind as always)

Kate: "Of course, I have prepared it. I have prepared it for all the Crown members as a token of my daily gratitude."

Elbert: "Kate,this is?"

Ellis: "It's about two sizes bigger than the others. It seems a little special."

Kate: "Ah, that’s a present is for my favorite."

Elbert & Ellis: "...favourite?"

Kate: "The maids told me and I ended up making it..."

The maids told me that, unsexy Valentine's Day is not Valentine's Day.

(Besides, I'm also thinking the same)

Elbert: "...I see. ....Who does this belong to?"

Ellis: "I’m also curious about who Kate will give something special to."

Kate: "Um..."

When I was struggling to answer as I received stares from both of them, my left arm was grabbed tightly.

If you look to the left, you will see long hair with a fringe.His beautiful blue eyes were fixed on me.

Elbert: "...I want this"

Then, I was tapped on the right shoulder.

When I turned my gaze to my right, I saw twilight eyes that seemed to capture the changing time.

Ellis: "I want this too."

Kate: "But there's only one, is this okay?"

Elbert & Ellis: "Yeah"

(L-let me see…)

Kate: "Ah, that’s right! I’m going to make the same thing now. Shall I make another one?"

"There are still some ingredients left, and it looks like it would be fun for the three of us to make together."

Elbert: "...That sounds like fun too."

"I want 'this one', if it's not this, it has no meaning"

Ellis: "Then I'd like 'this one' too. Give it to me, Kate-san."

I can't help but notice that Elbert-sama and Ellis-kun might have had a rift, but...

That doesn't seem to be the case.

Rather than trying to keep each other in check, it seems like the two just want their favorite chocolate cake.

Elbert: "Kate?"

Ellis: "Kate-san"

(What to do...)

Liam: "Wow, I was drawn in by the delicious smell of chocolate..."

"Well, this seems like an interesting thing?"

Kate: "...Liam"

Liam: "Lord El and Ellis both want Kate’s favourite chocolate cake, right?"

"That's sounds fun. I was getting so excited. Can I join in the fight?"

Kate: "Mo,Please don't tease me anymore."

Liam: "Hehe, I'm sorry. I don't want to cause Kate-chan any more trouble, so I'll step down."

"Hey, El-sama, Ellis. Isn't it okay to just share eating this special chocolate cake?"/

"Hey, El-sama, Ellis. How about we just cut this special chocolate cake into half? Is it okay?"

Elbert: "Ah. ...I won't even gave away one of the pieces.I want them all."

Ellis: "I'm the same as El. I think I want them all."

Liam: "Bothering the princess, what a troublesome prince you guys are"

Kate: "Prince?"

Liam: "That's what the play we're rehearsing for is about. Ah,that's right!"

"The two princes fell in love with the princess at a ball party, and they prove their love by devoting themselves to the princess."

Liam takes my fragile hand in a light gesture. And, kiss on the spot.

Liam: "My sin was that I loved you at the same time. In that case, let me prove my love to you by devoting myself to you."

"-like that"

"Isn’t it okay for El-sama and Ellis to prove their love and compete for it? Just like a prince."

Ellis: "Kate's favourite,if i do my best and prove my love to you will i get the special chocolate?"

Liam: "That's right. The one who serves Kate-chan for a day and steals her heart the most wins."

Elbert: "Who decides the winner?"

Liam: "Of course, it will be Kate-chan."

Kate: "Eh, why does it have to be me?"

Liam: "So, don't hold a grudge and fight fair and square."

Elbert: "...I understand. ...I’ll do my best."

Ellis: "Hehe, it’s getting a little fun."

Liam pressed his lips to my ear.

Liam: "While you're at it, enjoy it, Happy Valentine."

[landinrris]

A snippet! Now that I'm finally editing the Witch! AU, I wanted to share a bit of Lando and Carlos meeting properly for the first time. The events as they happen in this 1.1k don't really spoil anything plot-wise. I humbly present, Lando as a witchy shop owner and Carlos as a human tourist stumbling into Lando's shop while on vacation for the second day in a row.

Around ten, Lando looks up as the motion detector chimes and almost chokes on the air he’s breathing. Because Sober Guy is there. Standing in front of him. A hesitant yet hopeful expression on his face if Lando didn’t know better.

He can’t hope for that.

It takes a lot of Lando’s Professional Adult ability to smile normally and greet him. “Oh, hi. Is there something I can help you find?” That’s a normal, professional response, right?

Sober Guy’s smile morphs into something more relaxed— Lando has to be dreaming. There’s no way this is real life.

Unlike yesterday, he isn’t dressed strictly for the beach, but rather in something much worse, in Lando’s humble opinion. No, today, Sober Guy has on a pair of running shorts that ride up a bit higher on one of his thighs and a workout shirt that’s damp to match his hair. He has running shoes on as well, proof that he’s decided to stop back into Lando’s shop along his morning run for whatever reason.

Lando wants to scream at him, ‘You came to the beach and you brought workout clothes?’ He doesn’t, but he could. It would be so easy to.

“Oh, uh no, I’m not here for anything specific you sell.”

“No? Is there something else then?” Lando had thought he’d seemed normal enough in the few minutes they’d more or less interacted yesterday— certainly not one to come and stand in the middle of a shop and stare. Maybe George and Oscar had been right after all.

Sober Guy rubs a hand over the back of his neck and steps closer to the counter. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Carlos, I was in yesterday with a group of people. They were a bit drunk. I just wanted to apologize for them again. Make sure you knew we weren’t just another group of annoying tourists.”

It’s a silly thing to say the world shifts upon learning Sober Guy’s name. Carlos. It’s the perfect name for him. Lando suddenly feels like he can breathe easier, like he’s just cleaned his glasses for the first time in too long.

Lando thinks he only misses a beat before responding. “Yeah, I remember. I’m Lando, nice to meet you, Carlos. Your friends were fine, honestly. I’ve dealt with far worse. They had you looking out for them. Someone had to be better at holding their alcohol,” he tacks on, trying to make it sound like he wasn’t watching Carlos too closely. Carlos probably wouldn’t appreciate knowing Lando thought about him all afternoon and night.

Carlos just smiles. “Ah no, I wasn’t drinking, actually. Designated sober person and all that.”

“I guess that would explain how you’re up without them exercising. I’d ask if you’re sure you’re not a local, since who the hell goes on holiday and exercises— no, no, runs— but you’re down here, so I guess that answers that.” Lando allows some of his normal snark to come out, desperate to keep Carlos standing in front of him for even a few minutes longer.

He takes it as a positive sign when the smile on Carlos’ face morphs from something polite to properly amused— like Lando joking with him puts them on a more level playing field. “What, you don’t like to run? But it’s so great— feel the air in your lungs, the breeze in your hair. You wake up early enough and then you have the whole day in front of you.”

The thrill that sings through Lando’s body is pathetic. “More like burning fire in your lungs, sweat dripping into your eyes, and your calves on fire.”

Carlos actually laughs at him, and Lando has to hold himself back from actively preening. “Do you not get a lot of runners who come through here? Maybe they are clearly using a better running area that I should know about.” Lando swears there’s a hidden ‘for next time’ that goes unsaid but can’t figure out why it would be there.

“If only ‘cause all the people I know who live here use the trails in the parks that are around here a lot more. Run into fewer tourists that way. I guess if you’re staying down here though, it doesn’t make as much sense to go all the way out to them.”

“Yeah, we’re just here at the Harbor. It’s nice even if I think some of the amenities are wasted on me for such a short time. The girls like them though, so it could be worse.”

“Are you like the fifth wheel on this trip or something?” Lando doesn’t necessarily mean to blurt out that he’d been watching them that closely, but the words leave his mouth anyway, lulled into a false sense of security by their ease.

Sure enough, Carlos’ eyes go wide, a laugh at least close behind.

Before he can speak, Lando hurries to apologize. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to like, call you out or anything. I just noticed that it didn’t seem like you had a girlfriend or anything. Unless the others weren’t also together. Talk about just assuming.” Lando’s about to magic his own fucking mouth closed so he’ll stop talking even if Carlos doesn’t look mortified.

“No, no, you’re right. You just took me off guard a bit. I have been their fifth wheel for a bit of an embarrassingly long time, I’m afraid. But I don’t mind. It gives me more time to myself.”

If they knew each other better, Lando might reply with something like, ‘forcing yourself to run, even in the May mornings, is not proper time to yourself.’ But Lando is capable of not saying everything that comes to his mind, so he settles on something more mundane. “Oh, well that’s good, I suppose. Hopefully, they’re not too irritating and in your face about it while you’re here.”

Carlos goes to open his mouth when his watch lights up with an incoming phone call that must also vibrate against his wrist by how he startles and turns his wrist to look. Lando can’t read the caller id from here, but he figures there are only so many people it could probably be on a Sunday morning.

“And that would be my friends wondering where I am.” Carlos sighs like it’s the worst possible outcome— a reaction Lando tries and fails not to attribute to himself as the reason. “I should probably go. It was really nice to properly meet you, Lando. Good luck with everything.”

Lando tries to keep the melancholy out of his voice. This will probably be the last time he sees Carlos, and it’s worse now that he actually has a name to his face. “Yeah, you too. Try not to run into a car or anything. They’re not really used to people running voluntarily around here.”

Carlos gives him one last bright laugh that turns Lando’s insides to jelly, and then he’s gone.

[sashaisready]

The Blood Pact: Chapter 4 - The Mistake

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 5

The next day passed uneventfully. You had a strange moment in the middle of the night where you were sure someone was out in the hall standing outside your bedroom door, but you assumed you were half asleep and dreaming, so you settled back under your sheets.

Otherwise it was another day. You worked, listened to some music, cleaned up a little. You met your friend Nat for a long lunch (oops) and by the time you got home it was starting to get dark. You were dreading seeing Bucky later, but part of you wanted to clear the air. You checked that all of the shades were closed and went up to your room to answer some work emails before starting your dinner.

You were lost in your inbox when a knock on your door startled you. You checked behind the blind quickly, yep – sundown. You assumed it was Steve, sometimes after he woke up he liked to come and say hey on his way downstairs.

“Come on in, Steve” you called, not looking up from your screen.

The door opened but there was a pause, Steve didn’t greet you like he usually did.

“Hi” finally came a low voice. 

You jumped, your heart jumped too. Spinning in your chair to face him, you felt a tingling in your tummy when you saw him. Slightly dishevelled in grey sweats, but just as handsome as always. 

“Oh…hey” you replied. “Don’t normally see you in here unless you’re feeding…”

Bucky smiled thinly, his hand ran absentmindedly through his hair.

“I uh…came to apologise. For yesterday. I’m sorry, that was a mean prank. I won’t do anything like that again”. He sounded sincere, genuinely remorseful. 

Maybe…too remorseful.

“Is this a prank too?” you asked suspiciously, your eyes narrowing.

“What?” he barked, his brow furrowed.

“Is this another bit?” you accused.

“Fuck. No. I’m trying to be nice, actually” he said angrily.

“Clearly” you deadpanned.

Bucky sighed. “Look, can we just put it behind us? I’m genuinely sorry, okay? I nearly woke you up last night just to apologise. I could barely sleep this morning feeling so guilty about it. Especially on an empty stomach”.

You gasped. “Oh my god…”

“What??” he said incredulously.

“You’re so full of shit! You’re only being nice because you’re hungry and you’re trying to butter me up for a feed. Fuck! You almost had me…” you folded your arms in outrage, scoffing.

Bucky scoffed right back. “No I’m not! I was being genuine, actually. I was trying to explain how bad I felt…I wasn’t angling for dinner”.

You raised a brow and studied him. The tension between you was so thick you felt almost suffocated by it.

“Right…” you said cautiously.

“Right…” he responded with anger, refusing to break eye contact.

You stared at each other for a moment.

“So you’re not hungry then?”

“Obviously I’m hungry” he spat. You could see he was more on edge than usual. 

“Exactly” you smirked triumphantly. 

“That’s not why I’m here, though”.

“It’s not?”

“No”.

“So you don’t want a feed?”

He paused. “This feels like a trap…”

You laughed at that, rolling your eyes but grateful for the levity. 

“Fine. Get over here, asshole” you sighed as you moved onto the bed, tugging your shorts up and revealing your bare thigh.

His eyes flicked between your face and your leg as he remained perfectly still, clearly unsure if you were tricking him somehow.

“You coming? Or is refrigerated blood bag on the menu tonight?” you teased, further extending your leg across the bedspread tauntingly.

Bucky uttered a small noise of derision as he finally crossed the room and knelt down next to you on the bed.

“Most people don’t need to have a sparring match with their food” he mocked as he searched for a vein.

“Most people don’t have such charming food” you countered, shooting him a wink.

He rolled his eyes, but you thought you saw a spark of amusement in them.

You propped yourself against some pillows as Bucky lined his mouth up. Suddenly his icy fingers dug into your skin, making you jump.

“Hey…I really am sorry. Seriously” he told you sincerely, looking up at you as he held your leg.

You nodded. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I hit you. I…lost it a bit” you admitted awkwardly.

Bucky laughed. “I deserved it”.

You exchanged smiles and your anger towards him begin to dissipate. He was such a little shit. But man, you never got sick of seeing that smile. Partly because he mainly smirked or scowled at you. His smile, his real smile, was warm and comforting. Toothy and full. His nose got all scrunched up. It was maybe a little goofy, even. You’d do almost anything to have him smile at you like that.

Before you knew it he had sunk in, greedily lapping at you with none of the usual teasing. Your body jerked, surprised by the suddenness, but he was unfazed by your wriggling, holding you still in his firm grip. You allowed the haze to sweep over you. Even through the inebriated fuzz you realised he must be extra hungry, making up for lost time as he fed desperately from you. You felt the usual soar of pleasure through your body, moaning softly as you closed your eyes and let the cloud absorb you.

You’re not sure what came over you and you were barely aware you’d done it, but somehow your arm had moved. You lifted your hand and before you knew it you had slowly slid it higher, linking your fingers through Bucky’s bed hair and forming a gentle fist. 

He stopped suddenly, slowly turning his head to look up at you. His face was contorted in shock as your blood dripped down his chin. His eyes wide, pupils blown. He didn’t even look like himself. He looked…animal.

You were wrenched from your high as you realised what you’d done, quickly pulling your hand away from his hair as if you’d touched fire. You fell back down to earth with a huge crash.

“Oh God…I’m sorry” you whispered. “I don’t know why I-”

“Put it back” he demanded, his voice low and gruff. 

You nodded, dazedly obeying. You moved your shaking fingers back behind his head, gently hooking each one into his long hair.

He stared at you for a moment before nodding, smiling at you with his fangs bared. He returned to the wound, continuing to feast like nothing had happened. Your bliss returned and you sank back into the mattress. Now you ran your fingers through his hair as he fed, allowing the strands to wrap around your hand. You gingerly tried an experimental tug which made him moan softly, so you did it again. And again. 

You couldn’t believe how aroused you were. You knew it was wrong, you shouldn’t be getting off on being bitten by a vampire. But you couldn’t help yourself. The way it made you feel was all so intoxicating, so addictive.

Bucky finished up, pulling himself away from your thigh as you both turned to look at one another. He used his thumb to wipe away a rogue drop of blood from his mouth. You kept your hand resting in his hair, knowing you should stop but somehow unable to pull it away just yet. You just stared at each other, both breathing heavily. You felt a strong need to touch him, to hold him, unable to resist the pull towards him.

Bucky’s eyes searched your face. You wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say. You wanted to reach out and feel your skin against his, but didn’t know where you stood. 

Suddenly he lurched forward, his hand snaking around your chin. He pulled you towards him, his lips crashing against yours as he caught you in a bruising kiss. You kissed back, your tongue finding his as your hand tightened in his hair. You could taste the metallic shadow of your own blood on his lips, your heart fluttering with how sordid it all felt. 

His hands moved to your back, flipping you so that you lay beneath him as his kisses became more frantic. You pressed into him so tightly that no light could escape between you, your hips flush against his as you quietly mewled into his mouth. He moaned in return, a cold hand finding its way under your top as he glided up your torso. You could feel his hardness between your legs, and you urgently gyrated against him for any friction

A knock at your door was like a bomb going off.

“Hey, you okay in there?” Steve called from the other side.

Bucky leapt off of you so quickly that you gasped. Flustered and ruffled, you managed to sit up and switch your brain back on with enough power to respond. 

“Hi…yeah” your raspy voice betraying your lack of composure as you cleared your throat. “We’re uh…just finishing a feed. Be right down”.

Hopefully Steve just chalked your agitation up to the after effects of feeding.

“Okay, see you there” Steve replied. You heard his footsteps retreat down the stairs.

Bucky was on his feet, brushing himself down and running a hand through his hair to smooth where you’d mussed it. He turned to look at you and you stared back at him open mouthed, unsure of what to say. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed a fresh bandage and antiseptic wipe from his kit, handing them to you. For a moment he looked like he was going to say something, but after a few seconds he turned to the door and left without a word. 

You shot up off the bed, still a bit woozy from the feed and…well, the extra stuff. You ran a brush through your hair and checked yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks felt a little flushed, but that was pretty standard after a feed. 

Bucky fleeing didn’t exactly fill you with confidence, but you understood why he was freaked out. Wasn’t a particularly great idea, making out and grinding against your human food source. And it’s not like you could both talk it out with an oblivious Steve wandering around, always reminding Bucky about the importance of being ‘professional’ and respecting ‘boundaries’. But still, you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt by the rejection, even if you understood it. 

You sighed, cleaning your wound and quickly applying the bandage before pulling your shorts back in place and heading downstairs.

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“What’s going on? I thought you two made up” Steve questioned, his attention alternating between the matching sullen faces of you and Bucky.

You took a bite of your dinner and kept your gaze on your plate. 

“We’re fine” Bucky said bluntly. “Aren’t we?” He turned to you.

You nodded, forcing a smile at both of them.

“Really?” Steve probed, clearly not buying it. 

“Yup. We talked it out. I had a feed. Nothing more to report. Water under the bridge” Bucky said, his tone detached.

“So why have you barely looked at one another all evening?” Asked Steve. 

You and Bucky made eye contact for the first time since he left your room. Both of you seemed to be telepathically willing the other to come up with some sort of decent excuse.

“Sorry, it’s probably my fault. I’m pretty tired. Not feeling super chatty. I might go to bed after this” you managed to smile, keeping your tone breezy. 

Steve nodded. “Maybe the earlier feed threw you off. We can stick to later ones if that helps”.

You nodded back. “Maybe, although I’ve definitely feeling less tired after them lately. Probably just an off day, no biggie”.

Steve seemed satisfied with your answer, but still looked a little suspicious. 

“Okay. But let’s keep an eye on it. Your health comes first”.

You just nodded and continued to eat, feeling Bucky’s penetrating stare bearing into you.

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You laid in bed staring up at the dark ceiling. You couldn’t sleep, you just kept replaying the moment with Bucky over and over again. You thought about the way he’d looked at you when you grabbed his hair, the moans he made as you pulled on it, the way he had seized you so desperately and pulled you into your kiss. 

The truth was you didn’t know how you really felt about it, or how you felt about Bucky. You weren’t sure if it was just a strange vampire trance you were put in while he fed, to keep victims calm, maybe. But you didn’t feel anything like that with Steve. A bit dream-like perhaps, but nothing near the feelings of peace and euphoria you felt with Bucky. Nothing like the irresistible pull he had over you. 

Being intimate with him was a bad idea. You had a business arrangement, as Steve had rightly pointed out. It was weird enough that you fed him, adding sex into the mix would just make things even weirder. And sleeping with him would create a weird power dynamic that you didn’t like the sound of. You were staying under his roof, living rent free (practically). Sex would add a whole new dimension to that.

And it wasn’t like you could avoid him. Or he could avoid you. Unless he wanted to starve himself to death, of course. 

You knew all of this logically, but it didn’t mean you wanted him any less. You had never met anyone who had ignited a fire in you like he had. He was both infuriating and intoxicating all at once.

You continued to toss and turn as you thought it all over. You finally fell asleep in the early hours but were woken a short time later when your bedroom door creaked open.

You shot up in bed, disorientated and half asleep. “Who’s there?” you called out croakily. 

“Shh. It’s me” said a whisper in the dark.

“Bucky?” You replied, your volume now matching his. “What are you…”

“Keep it down. Steve doesn’t know I’m here” he replied.

You couldn’t see him in the darkness but felt the bed sink slightly as he sat down on the end of it. You leaned forward, reaching out to touch him to get a sense of where he was as your eyes tried to adjust.

“I’m here” he whispered, a cold hand reaching out and finding yours. You took it and squeezed instinctively. 

He squeezed back briefly, but pulled it away again just as quickly as if he’d had an electric shock.

“Look…I came to apologise for earlier. I got a little…carried away. It was inappropriate and shouldn’t have happened. It won’t happen again, I promise”. 

You nodded, appreciating that he was addressing it whilst also feeling a small pang of disappointment.

“It wasn’t just you, though” you explained. “I wanted it too”.

You heard him sigh wearily. “Doesn’t matter. When you’re being fed on you’re weaker, more vulnerable. Humans often get this kinda cloud of good feeling when a vampire feeds from them. It makes you docile, agreeable. Zaps the fight out of you so you can’t try to hurt us or get away. The effect varies from human to human, and vampire to vampire really. But the basis and principle is always the same”.

“Yeah, I’m familiar with the cloud…” you cut in.

“So you get why it was wrong of me to…make a move on you while you were in that condition”.

You paused. “I do. And I appreciate you talking to me about it. But…what if I wanted it to happen?” You asked cautiously.

“Like I said, it might feel like you want it but it’s like being drunk or high so you can’t exactly-”

“No. Bucky” you told him solemnly. “I don’t just want it to happen during feeds. I mean, I do then too. But…it’s not just the cloud. I-I, feel something for you…”

Bucky sat in silence for a moment as he considered your words. He finally sighed and spoke again.

“Doll…nothing can happen between us. It was a onetime mistake, we need to put it behind us and pretend like it never happened. We’re just roommates. I’m your landlord. I’m a vampire and you’re the human that feeds me. That’s all this is”. He was stern, there was no room for argument.

You felt your heart drop at that. It made sense of course, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. You were glad he couldn’t see your face in the dark. But you still had an important question.

“So why did you kiss me, Bucky?” You asked softly. 

You felt him shift on the bed uncomfortably, but he remained silent. 

“Bucky?”

“It was nothing” he finally shot back, his voice quiet but his tone severe. “Don’t worry about it. Let's move on”.

“Why, Bucky?” You pressed. 

You heard him groan with annoyance in the dark.

“Because I got carried away, like I said. I hadn’t fed for a few days. It happens sometimes when you’re feeding, you get caught up - your hunger can spill out in different ways. I should know better by now and control myself, but I slipped up I guess. Don’t flatter yourself Doll. It could’ve been anyone, you’re nothing special” he hissed. 

You physically recoiled at his harshness. 

“Jesus. Alright. Message received” you shot back sardonically. 

“It can’t happen again” he harshly reiterated.

“Don’t worry, it definitely won’t” you seethed. 

Bucky sighed heavily once more and got up to leave. You felt the mattress spring back once he was upright, sensing him heading away from the bed. 

“I’m sorry again” he muttered, before heading out of the door.

You managed to wait until you heard him go down the stairs before your tears started.