#god now i desperately want a dark chocolate orange immediately

[oflights]

top five flavors!!!

oooh this is such a good one, man you guys are good at these!

pistachio. absolutely the best ice cream flavor, no contest, and i like pistachios in virtually any other desserts or pastries. pistachio paste? ambrosia. pistachio shortbread? my favorite cookies ever. etc.

sweet chili! does this count as a flavor? i'm counting it. i like spicy-sweet as a combo and when a good sweet chili sauce finds that perfect balance, there are few things better.

dark chocolate. i am a bit of a milk chocolate hater and i despise anything white chocolate-flavored, but dark chocolate anything is great.

dark chocolate-orange combo. elite, will eat literally anything that combines these two.

lime! i weirdly do not like lemon juice, but i dress a lot of things with lime juice and will sometimes just drink it straight. key lime is even better but they are so frickin annoying to juice. my friend brought me home some key lime-flavored fruit slices from florida and they are now my favorite kind of fruit slices, everything else should pack it in.

[djarinbarnes]

me olvidarás - ten

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Pairings: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings for the chapter: 18+ smut, phone sex, longing, the L word. things........

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: an undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. simply trying to get away from your nosey, boring parents and live for once, you meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you.

a/n: so... this is the end. or is it? jokes aside - thank you so much to all of you who have read this, liked this, commented on it, reblogged it. It means so much to me that you’ve enjoyed reading it. 

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The night the two of you spend together is more than amazing. Javi takes you out to pick up empanadas and beer just like he promises, before the two of you drive out to the look out where you ate the same dinner last time.

He keeps the blanket from that night in his car, and you have no idea why. Maybe it’s because it makes him nostalgic the same way it does you by seeing it – or maybe it’s just something he keeps in his car for safety measures.

After you both finish your dinner and three beers each, you’re too caught up in each other to notice the sun that has been steadily descending the sky, turning the horizon into what could only be described as a Bob Ross masterpiece.

The sky was a mixture of reds, oranges, yellows, along with sporadic brush strokes of lilac and further up, turning dark blue. You pointed out the first star as it appeared on the horizon before snuggling closer to Javi’s warm chest.

It was so surreal, that he was leaving for Cali the next day, and there was only a slim chance that you would see him again before you left Colombia. The whole afternoon, Javi had promised you that it wasn’t just a vacation fling, and that he actually had meant what he said to you in the apartment earlier.

It eased your mind slightly, yet you still found yourself questioning his trustworthiness. With what you knew about Javi, you were sure that he was a womanizer, and that he indeed liked, no, loved the company of different women. How you could be the game changer, you had no idea.

With a swing of your leg, you straddle Javi on the hood of his car, looking deeply into his eyes in the search of something to help you believe him. You did see the feelings swirling in the chocolate orbs, yet it was nothing you hadn’t seen in his eyes before.

His hands find your hips and your hands his neck, drawing his lips to yours in a heartfelt kiss. You felt like you were pouring all of yourself into his lips at the contact, and it makes you moan out. His fingers are insisting as they collect your skirt in them, pulling it up and around your hips.

Your hands glide down and with nimble fingers you help him undo his pants for the second time that day, before pushing them down just enough to let you access his cock. Your lips meet again in a clash of teeth and tongue as he simply draws your panties to the side and entering you with one swift thrust.

He has easy access with the remains of himself within you, along with the wetness pooling in your panties every time you were simply around him. Your knees scrape over the fabric of the blanket, the rough metal of the hood underneath it harsh against your knees.

You whimper as his hands grab the globes of your ass, encouraging your movements to be more grinding than bouncing on him, and it makes you see stars. You realize that Javi knows exactly how to make you fall apart on top of him, and it scares you just a bit.

It scares you how much of an influence he has on you, and the pleasure he so easily can give to you, just with a touch of his hand and a slight reangling of his cock embedded in your heat. It isn’t long until his lips on your neck mixed with the feeling of him grinding against you is throwing you into the blissful abyss Javi is able to cast you into.

You bite into his neck as the feeling doesn’t cease, his hips still grinding into yours in the search of his own release, prolonging your euphoria for so long it makes you undeniably sensitive and turned on, yet again. You know he can feel how close you are, since he reangles his hips slightly, causing you to let out another whimper as you clench around him.

That throws him over the edge, and you relish in the feeling of his warmth filling you in the way only you suspected he was able to. You never wanted another man to fill you like Javi was at that moment. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel him peppering kisses on your collarbone, and you whimper.

“Don’t wanna let go.” You breathe into his hair, feeling him halt his kisses against your skin. You breathe out into the night, feeling your eyes fill with tears. You have no idea where all these emotions are coming from, but one thing you do know, is that you don’t intend on Javi seeing you so vulnerable.

“Why does it feel like we’re never going to see each other again?” you whisper as you pull back, noting the glossy eyes on the man in front of you. You watch him for a short while before he leans forwards, catching your lips with his.

“I promise you,” he breathes against your lips before kissing you again, with more feeling than you have ever felt before, “that we will see each other again. That I will continue loving you, even though you’re far away. That I’ll visit you when I get the chance… and possibly you coming to visit me occasionally.”

You hug him in your arms, drawing him close yet again. You want to consume him whole; you want to embed him in your own body for eternity. “Maybe you can move here one day…” he breathes into your neck, and if he hadn’t been right there, you weren’t sure if you would have heard him.

“Maybe, Javi. The future has a lot of things in store for us.” You look up at the sky behind him, and over the roof of his car. You spot a star falling over the sky and you close your eyes in a deep, heartfelt wish. The darkness has almost consumed the two of you by now, the city below you being the only thing illuminating the two of you.

“Hermosa.” His voice is deep in your ear as you pick up the phone and put it to your ear.

“Hi Javi… You back at the hotel yet?” you hear him breathe his affirmation into the phone and you smile. “Are you finished for the night?” You silently hope that tonight is the night you finally get to live out your dream and have phone sex with Javi, like he’s promised you a few days earlier.

“If it’s up to me, I’m only getting started…” You immediately hear the tone in his voice, and you feel yourself flushing already. So he is in that mood.

“Are you… sure this line is secure…?” you breathe into the phone, and you hear his chuckle on the other end.

“You’re making it sound like we’re planning something illegal…” you giggle before shrugging your shoulders. “So… What are you wearing, hermosa?” You quickly shrug your thin robe off your shoulders before throwing yourself on the bed, minding the cord from the telephone.

“Well, now I’m not wearing anything…” you whisper sultrily before you giggle again. You run your hand over your exposed stomach, more than ready for what Javi has in store for you. You have a hunch that he knows what he’s doing.

You hear him mutter out a fuck under his breath along with a groan, and you don’t miss the sound of his clothes rustling on the other line. “Are you imagining me naked, honey?” you whisper, and you have no idea where the sudden boost of confidence comes from.

“Fuck yeah,” you hear him breathe again, and you just know he’s fisting his cock, his head thrown back all while the phone is tucked in between his head and his shoulder. “Fuck I’m so hard for you cariño.”

“I wish you were here baby.” You whimper, bringing a hand between your legs to rub at your clit. It still feels very different than when Javi touches you, yet with the thought of him you still feel the shocks running through you in tremors as you circle your clit.

“Rub it in, why don’t you…” You hear him breathe, and you let out a soft moan, rubbing your clit in harsher circles. “You took that very literally, huh?” you can almost hear his smirk through the phone, and you let out a moan again.

“What would you do if you were here, baby?” you breathe, tucking the phone in between your head and shoulder to free your other hand, letting it roam over your bare chest and your pebbled nipples. You whimper again and hear Javi’s deep grunt in your ear.

“I’d kneel between your legs… Kiss your soft skin. Play with your nipples like I usually do… Imagine that hermosa. Circling your nipples with my tongue… Biting your skin gently.” Javi grunts in your ear again, and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach at the thought of what Javi usually does to you.

His touch is something sacred to you, and you find yourself keeping the secret of him ever so close to you, not to spoil anything for yourself. You relish in the memory of his touch against your skin, and you feel the goosebumps rise as he keeps talking to you.

“I’m gonna kiss down your body… Nipping and sucking on the soft skin of your stomach… Over your pubic bone… Lifting your legs over my shoulders…” You remember how he usually manhandles you into whichever position he deems fit.

“Gonna lift your hips… Lowering my mouth to let myself taste your sweet, sweet essence, which makes me so damn hard just thinking about…” you whine as your fingers work faster, everything Javi is describing playing vividly behind your eyelids. “Can you feel me, hermosa?”

“God yes Javi…” you whine, letting him know the effect he has on you. You lift your hips off the mattress slightly, grinding into your hand before you dip two fingers into your core, the slight stretch taking you aback. “I can feel you, drawing me to the edge… I want you inside me.” You moan, almost desperately.

“I want to be inside you. I want to bury myself so deep within you, you see stars.” You groan at his words, knowing just how what he’s describing feels. You hear the slapping of his fist against his pelvis, letting you know just how frantic his pace is.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” you breathe, so close to an orgasm you can almost taste it. “I’m so close, Javi, make me cum, please!” you whimper before you throw your head back in a groan.

“Cum for me.” With his words you feel everything tense up and your vision blackening, you hear Javi’s breath hitch in his throat before he breathes your name, and you’re sure he’s released all over his hand and lower stomach. “Mmm.”

Just the sound of his moans makes you shudder, and you wish it was inside of you he released. Nothing compared to that feeling.

“I agree, baby.” He breathes, and you realize that you’ve said your thoughts out loud. You let out a giggle before you remove your fingers from your heat. You grab the phone with your clean hand, putting it back against your ear. A few moments pass in silence.

“I love you, Javi.” You smile into the phone, and you can almost hear his smile and little chuckle on the other end of the phone.

“I love you, hermosa.” He tells you back, and you smile wider. It feels good to hear the words coming from him. It gives you a sense of comfort with how confident he is in his words. You know by now that he means it.

“I’ll see you Monday?” you close your eyes and bite your lip, a sudden rush of tears welling up in your eyes. You have no idea if he’s going to make it home in time, but you secretly hope that God is on your side.

“I’ll make it. I promise.”

You spend the remaining days tidying up the apartment and packing your suitcase as Tuesday comes closer. You dread the day like it was the plague. You’d rather not leave Colombia at this point. You’d rather not leave Javi.

You had no idea when he’d be back. You hadn’t talked to him since you’d had sex over the phone, and it made you kind of sad. You wished he would’ve called you more than the times he already had, even though you knew he was busy.

You felt grumpier than usual, and you just knew that the absence of Javi was one of the things that played a part in your grumpiness. When your mother knocked on your apartment door, you were more than ready to rip her head off her shoulders.

You simply needed Javi back in your life once more before you left the country. You just had no idea if it was possibly by now. You grab the handle of your suitcase and hand it to your mother, watching her with crossed arms as she hands it to the cab driver, who loads it into the trunk with your parent’s suitcases.

You didn’t know if Javi had come home yet, and you couldn’t exactly visit his apartment when traveling to the airport. You did drive by though but saw no sign of life behind the windows. You felt your heart sink further into your chest as the cab parked in front of the airport.

It doesn’t feel right. You feel your stomach churn at the thought that you’re finally leaving, no matter how much you’ve dreaded this day. It feels rough – realizing that you won’t see Javi once more before you leave. You feel a lump form in your throat, and it’s still unsettling.

The airport is stuffy as you make your way through behind your parents, closed off in your own mind. You finally make it to the luggage drop in, where you hand over your suitcase to the staff. You wait impatiently behind your parents as they once more start arguing.

You feel yourself getting even more grumpy, and you turn around with your arms crossed over your chest. In the sea of people, you feel like you see him. Maybe you’re just imagining things, from the memory of him and the absence you’re feeling in your heart.

But then the person makes his way to you, and the golden aviators resting on his nose along with his mustache are things so recognizable to you by now. You let your arms fall and immediately feel all anger leave your body at the sight of him.

He extends his arms at you, and you run right into his warm, comforting embrace. You feel the tears well up in your eyes as his scent fills your nostrils, engulfing you within his arms. His hands are huge as they soothe down your back, drawing all your tension out of your body.

You know your parents have probably noticed the two of you by now, but in the moment, you don’t find yourself caring. To them you’re hugging a stranger, a man they’ve never seen before. But to you it’s something so different – something so sacred that you don’t want to let go of.

He kisses the top of your head before he holds you out in his arms, and you throw your arms around his neck and then you kiss him. You kiss him like you haven’t kissed anyone before, you pour all your love into that one kiss.

You hear your mother say your name, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you feel Javi’s lips moving against yours. You feel the tears streaming down your cheeks as you part from him, and you watch his cheeks visibly wet under the rim of the aviators.

“You made it.” You whisper, before you hug him close to you yet again. It feels so good to have him so close again. You don’t want it to end, even though you know it must.

“I promised, didn’t I?” he grins, and you know that he’s here on unofficial business. He chuckles as you pull back from him, and you take his hand, leading him over to a waiting area through the gate. You chuckle as he shows a boarding pass, and you’re both let through.

Your parents follow behind you, sitting away from the two of you even though you know your mother is more than interested in what the two of you are talking about since you didn’t include her in anything while you had been in Colombia.

“So you flew all the way here to say goodbye to me, just to fly back afterwards?” You run your fingers through his hair, playing with the brown strands as it comforts you.

“Of course I did.” He smiles that soft and inviting smile at you, and you feel your heart clench in your chest. You’re going to miss seeing that smile.

You don’t know how much time passes, but you do know your time is up when you hear your plane being called. You don’t feel the same amount of anger as you did before Javi showed up, and that calms you a bit.

You both stand up at the same time, and Javi pulls you into a warm hug which you know you’ll feel in your bones for a long time. He kisses your lips deeply, more than once, and you feel yourself melting into him.

“I love you.” He breathes, and you repeat the words right back at him. You look up at him with tears in your eyes, and you see the water collecting in his eyes as well. You kiss him one last time before you part from him, watching as your mom makes eyes at Javi.

You don’t say a word to your parents the whole flight home, just because you don’t want to remember everything right now. You’re thinking over the last three weeks and how they have changed your life. You never could have imagined that this would have happened.

A month later

It had been three weeks since you’d received the postcard from Javi. Your mother had been bothering you at every available moment, trying to get the name of the stranger you had been kissing at the airport before you left, the man you had been talking to on the phone multiple times and the man that had been sending you letters and the other way around as well.

You spend the most of your days walking around the town, though this walk takes you somewhere you don’t usually end up. You feel embarrassed as you pay for the item, and you feel the eyes of the cashier bore into you.

You quickly shove the package under your shirt, tucking it into the waistband of your sweatpants. Your feet feel heavier and heavier as you come closer to your house. You silently dread what’s waiting inside. You know your mother isn’t going to stop pestering you about Javi.

You try to sneak through the house and into the bathroom, but to no avail. Your mother catches you as you pass by the kitchen, and you know she isn’t going to say anything nice.

“We’ve thought about something with this… man… You’ve been seeing” She said the last word laced with so much venom, you were unsure if she was even talking about a person, and not a poisonous plant. Or like he was going to kill you if he got the chance. “We don’t want you in contact with him anymore.”

The words felt like a stab to your chest, and you felt betrayed. You knew she would have this reaction to it, mainly because she’d tried setting you up with one of her associates’ son for over a year. And yet you fell for a man 15 years your senior within three weeks. It hurts more than you’d like to admit.

“You know how men are. They only want one thing, and that’s to sleep with young, unsuspecting girls like you. He’s no good, and I don’t want you seeing him anymore. He’s going to leave you hanging anyways.” Your mother’s words were harsh. She’d never talked to you like that, and you were more than surprised. “It’d be better if you just forgot him.”

You huff at her words and roll your eyes. The package tucked into your sweatpants is suddenly feeling heavy – heavier than it should. You know your mother can ruin your life with nothing more than words.

“I guess that doesn’t apply to all men. Especially not the one’s you’ve tried to set me up with.” You turn on your heel and hear your mother’s exclamations as you shut the door to the bathroom behind you and lock the door.

You pull the package from the waistband of your sweats and pulls everything apart, baring your somewhat worst nightmare to you. You don’t know how to feel at this point, so you find yourself emotionless.

You reluctantly read the instructions and follow them, laying the white stick face down, before you start pacing the room. You contemplate on crying, but you know it wouldn’t make a difference.

We don’t want you in contact with him anymore. Your mother’s words resonated in your head as you waited. It’d be better if you just forgot him.

You lift the test off the counter after what feels like an eternity, and you reluctantly turn it over.

Forget him. You know you won’t be able to do just that. And the two lines on the test in your hand let you know it wouldn’t be so easy.

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[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Poe Dameron x Female Reader (Armitage Hux too if you squint.)

A/N: I actually set this in my Somewhere in the Dark, Your Light Finds Me fic. You don’t have to read it to know what’s going on I do try and cover the basics so it all makes sense. On the other hand if you did want to read the fic this is full of spoilers 😅 Writer Wednesday (I bet you always look forward to my sadness….) @clydesducktape @autumnleaves1991-blog

Warnings: Possible gaslighting, mentions of infidelity, Poe is a bit of an ass. Mention of baby/pregnancy loss, mention of PTSD, arguments, alcohol mention, broken down engagement. Oh yeah it’s all sadness up in this house.

Word Count: 4276

You stared at your computer screen, the words and numbers all blurring together. Your heart was heavy, still ringing with the hurtful words from your fiancé yesterday. You hated fighting with him, you were due to get married next week but right now that was all up in the air. He had been so angry, his words like poison as he dripped them all over you. You’d seen Poe’s temper before, you’d experienced his hurtful words when he was having his PTSD moments but nothing could have prepared you for the last few months. The constant nit-picking at everything you did, trying to trip you up in a non-existent lie. This year has been awful for both of you, in fact it has been a rollercoaster since you’d met but you had hoped, together, you’d battle the darkness that threatened to cloud your relationship. Only he seemed to be feeding it now and you didn’t know what to do. There were only so many times you could tell him you weren’t cheating on him, you weren’t having an affair with your boss. You ran a hand over your forehead, didn’t they say the one doing the accusing was usually the one doing the thing they were accusing you of?

“Are you ready for some lunch before you run off and get married?” You looked up to see your boss standing next to your desk, his hand was fiddling with his cuff as he looked at you with those green eyes. His red hair was placed perfectly as always, ever looking the part as the owner of a profitable business.

“Right, lunch,” you mumbled and he smiled slightly.

“I can’t let my best accountant go without a decent lunch.”

“Is it Friday?” You asked and his gaze flickered over you quickly, the smile faltering as he saw how exhausted you were.

“Yeah it’s Friday. You were supposed to finish half an hour ago. I thought I’d missed you.”

“Oh right,” you mumbled again, going through the motions and switching off your pc. You flinched slightly when his hand brushed your elbow, your fiancé’s words suddenly loud and accusing in your mind. Armitage walked you to the lift in silence, the handles of your bag felt heavy in your hands even though there was barely anything in it. The ride was a couple of minutes long, the silence almost deafening as your boss clearly couldn’t think of anything to say and you were too trapped in your thoughts to even make a sentence let alone conversation. When the doors opened the noise of the foyer almost deafened you, Armitage let you out first and suddenly you felt like everyone was staring at you. All the chatter became whispers, accusations, rumours and you wanted to run and hide, your heart fluttering with anxiety. The sound of your name made you start slightly only to find Armitage staring at you now with real concern.

“Is this wedding jitters, or something more?” You felt frustrated with yourself which made the increasing pressure behind your eyes worse.

“It’s nothing,” you muttered.

“Ok let’s skip lunch, there is a little van by the river where we can grab a hot chocolate and have a chat.”

“Yeah ok that sounds good,” you felt yourself relaxing already. The idea of someone seeing you out for lunch with your boss was much harder to explain away than a simple drink by the river. Because you had to think about these things, what with Poe now driving himself crazy you were having an affair and you just wanted to prove you weren’t. Because you weren’t. The street your building was on was just a short walk from the river, and took you both less than a couple of minutes. Trees lined the street all rich in orange, red and gold, their leaves littered the pavement like discarded jewels. Nature had put on her autumn coat and it showed in such wondrous glory. There was a slight nip in the air but it wasn’t constant enough to warrant a coat, not this late in the day.

You leaned on the railing looking down into the water as Armitage ordered the drinks, already you felt better being out here, the smell of the water carried on the breeze and the freshness that came with the river compared to the rest of the city already blowing the cobwebs from your mind.

“Here,” you took the cup he offered you with a quiet thanks, the heat of the hot chocolate bleeding through the sleeve and you rested it on the railing. You pointed at the marshmallows floating on the surface and shot him a quizzical look. He shrugged, that telltale blush creeping over his cheeks as he leaned next to you. “You looked like you needed cheering up.”

“Well thanks,” you bumped his shoulder and he bumped you softly back.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on?” You sighed loudly, trying to expel all the bad feelings you had tumbling inside you but it didn’t work, nothing would.

“Poe thinks I’m having an affair.” There. You said it. Now it was real, taking shape out of your body. Your fiancé had been accusing you for months, but last night it had really blown up all because you worked late trying to tie everything up for leaving early today.

“What?” Asked Hux angrily. “What gives him that idea?”

“Well he’s been accusing me for months,” you swallowed some hot chocolate, hoping it would ease the emotions that were forcing their way out of you, but it didn’t. “I stayed late last night to try and finish up, you know because I’m the best…” you tried to joke but the sound of your voice made it fall flat. “Anyway, when I got home he started immediately, demanding to know where I’d been, accusing me of all sorts he just wouldn’t drop it no matter what I said and then….” You looked up at the sky desperately trying to stop the tears from falling but they did anyway, big fat ones rolling down your cheeks. “And then he left,” you said thickly. “And I haven’t heard from him since.” Armitage sighed loudly looking down at his hot chocolate.

“So he thinks you’re having an affair with someone from work? How daft is he?” He shifted next to you, turning so his back was to the river and he looked up and down the street trying to figure out what to say next. “I’m so sorry, why didn't you say something? I’d have shortened your hours or I don’t know….helped?” He offered but you shook your head.

“That wouldn’t have helped Armitage,” you replied softly, dabbing at your eyes and sniffing loudly.

“Who does he think you’re having an affair with anyway? All you do is sit at your desk, crunch some numbers, write a report and go home,” he gestured with the hand holding his hot chocolate and you tilted your head to look up at him letting out a quick bark of laughter.

“Armie, if my job was that easy I wouldn’t be having problems, anyway…”

“But what gave him the impression you’re having an affair?” He asked angrily before holding up his hands. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be prying but this has got my back up, I see how hard you work all the time you love your job.”

“I do,” you whispered.

“Why…I don’t understand?” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth debating whether to tell him but it burned in your mouth and you wanted to see how he would react, you supposed.

“It’s you, Armitage. He thinks I’m having an affair with you.” Hux froze, his hot chocolate halfway to his mouth before he made an expression of disbelief and lowered it again.

“Me?” He turned to face you, a finger pointing into his chest. “I’m sorry, me? Poe Dameron…curly haired, finely chiselled jawline, god amongst men, Poe Dameron thinks you would choose me over him?” He leaned back against the railing, a smile playing around his mouth. “Oh yeah he really has lost the plot,” he chuckled to himself. He took a sip from his cup as you both stood there letting the news sink in, filling the cracks of the silence you both found yourself in. “But you’re getting married.” He stated, almost in quiet disappointment.

“I’m supposed to be, but how can I, if I don’t even know where he is, who he’s with.” Hux looked down at you as you leaned over the railing looking at your reflection, rippling in the water.

“He wouldn’t…” Hux started but you snorted in disbelief, cutting him off.

“He might. We’re all capable of it aren’t we?” You mused. Hux’s arm jostled you slightly as he leaned in next to you, his bright red hair almost glowing in his reflection. You turned to look at him, he was so close and you found yourself recklessly wondering what would happen if you kissed him, here, now. You’d been accused of it enough, so why not put some weight behind those accusations? For all you knew your fiancé was out doing god knows who right now….so why not right?

Hux turned to say something else but you found yourself tipping forward just at the right time and your lips met his in a surprise kiss. A kiss that neither of you pulled away from straight away. Hux backed up a step, his eyes wide with surprise and you instantly felt the flush of guilt roil through your gut.

“Oh god. Armitage I’m so sorry!” You stumbled over your own feet, clutching the railing to steady yourself. “I should go home. I need to go home.” You turned, throwing away your half empty cup into the bin and striding away before Hux could say anything to stop you.

When you opened the door to your flat you were surprised to see Poe standing in the kitchen. His arms were crossed over his wide chest, his thumb gripped between his teeth with worry and his eyes were wide when he looked up, raking over you quickly. You softly shut the door, so many questions were filling your mind you didn’t know where to start. You dumped your bag and keys on the side, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of wine.

“Bit early for that, isn't it?” He asked darkly. You ignored him and opened the bottle, not even bothering to get a glass. “Where have you been?” He asked.

“Work.”

“But you had a short day today?” So it begins… You turned and pointed at him, narrowing your eyes slightly.

“I’ve got a better question. Where have you been?”

“I stayed on Finn and Zorii’s sofa.” You nodded, taking a long swig from the bottle letting the lie settle before you tackled it.

“Mmm, do you want to rethink that answer or are you sticking with that story?” You saw his expression change at the not so veiled accusation.

“Damn it, why don’t you believe me?” He glowered.

“Like you believe me?” You shot at him. “When I stand here baring everything to you screaming at you that I’m not having an affair and still, still, you don’t believe me.” You felt the tears again and you bit down on your lip. “We’re supposed to be getting married in about 5 days. But right now you’re the last man I’d want to marry.” Poe rolled his eyes to the ceiling and you smirked, it always went like this. Now you were the emotional one, the dramatic one, the one who lost her head and made the argument more than it should be.

“You’re so dramatic…”

“Am I? Am I though?” He watched you with distaste as you took another gulp of wine. “Just so you know I rang Zorii last night, now either you tiptoed in when they were asleep or you’re fucking lying to me.” Poe shifted uneasily against the counter and you just knew. “You might want to start talking, flyboy.” He shrugged and for a moment you felt a blazing white hot anger course through you. Without waiting for an explanation you were never going to get you marched into the bedroom, slamming the bottle down on your bedside table and dragging out the suitcase from under the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked heavily.

“Well I’m just deciding if it should be my stuff that goes in here, or yours.” His face twisted as his own anger boiled to the surface.

“Why don’t you fill it with your shit and then you can scurry off to Armitage!” He shouted.

“Maybe I’ll fucking do that!” You shouted back, throwing up your arms.

“I knew it!” He snarled, stepping forward and pointing at you. “I knew it, I was right you’re having an affair with him…”

“For fucks sake Poe I am NOT!”

“You pretty much just said it! So come on! When did it happen? Months ago? Maybe when you started the new job? Come on, I want details!” You ignored his ranting, gritting your teeth as you filled the suitcase with your own stuff. “Oh my god you’re actually going? I’m sure he’ll be so happy to fucking see you.”

“Oh god enough!!” You screamed, dropping more clothes into the suitcase. “You really want the details?” You asked. “You really want to know what’s been going on?”

“You know I do baby,” he sneered sarcastically. “I love it when you prove me right.” You took a quick breath, trying to steady yourself and not fall apart right now. Not yet.

“Nothing has been happening, he is my boss…”

“You’re such a lying bitch…”

“I’m not, I'm not lying!! But…” you choked off mid shout. You had to tell him, didn't you?

“Well, I’m waiting.” He rested against the door frame, his posture full of arrogance and anger as he waited for you to finish what you were saying.

“Today, we had hot chocolate by the river,” tears filled your eyes as the guilt reared up inside you. “I kissed him,” you sobbed. “It was just a peck but honestly you’ve been accusing me of worse for months and months and I thought, why the fuck not? He didn’t even see it coming, it was all me.” You looked up to see he hadn’t moved and more hot tears spilled down your cheeks. “Do you see how these accusations are hurting me?? You’re forcing me away and I don’t want to love anyone else Poe! But you make it so hard…it-it feels like we don’t fit together anymore.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He said calmly.

“What?” You whispered.

“You’re right, we don’t fit together anymore.”

“Poe…?”

“I just feel like we’re going through the motions, we’ve been through too much, it’s been damaging for us, maybe it’s time to give up.”

“I-I don’t understand?” You whispered suddenly feeling slightly woozy and you leaned heavily on the dresser. “After everything… the accident, Ben, our-our daughter and this…you asked me not to give up on you! So I didn’t, I kept fighting for us, for this! And this is how you repay me?” You turned to face him. “I gave everything to you. EVERYTHING!” He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Confession time?” You nodded, not liking his grim tone and expression. “I wasn’t at Finn’s last night…”

“No shit.” He glared at you before continuing.

“I was with Rey.” Your brain stuttered to a stop. Rey. A laugh erupted from you until you realised what he was saying.

“Oh, you were with Rey…” your hands shook as you carefully sat yourself down on the bed. Rey. She had taken Ben from you a few years ago and now….now she was taking Poe. A sob beat your chest as despair ripped through you, after all the darkness the pair of you had endured, this was how it was ending. You clutched your stomach trying to hold yourself together, everything you’d been holding back came spewing forth, the sobs were loud and fast barely giving you time to breathe.

“I’ve packed a bag already. Look,” he sighed. “I didn’t want it to come out like this.”

“Like this?” You cried. “5 days before our wedding? How long were you going to wait for Poe?” You sniffed and wiped your face. “Were you going to leave me at the altar? Or were you going to wait until we’d consummated the marriage? Or maybe you weren’t going to tell me at all!!” You shrieked.

“I would have told you, before it was too late,” he stated but you’d heard enough.

“Too late??” You stood, pointing frantically as you struggled to get your words free. “Out I want you out!”

“Listen…”

“JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!” You screamed, clawing at your own face in anguish. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!” You followed him through the flat, screaming how much you hated him, how much he’d hurt you until he slammed the front door in your face leaving you alone with only the sound of your wailing to keep you company.

You slid down the door, all the strength leaving your body and you slumped there sobbing. Finally your cries dwindled as you watched the sky through the window, seeing how it changed from the crisp blue colour with white cotton like clouds to a rich navy colour, the clouds now gold as the sun set. The need for wine drove you to get up and you hated how familiar this all felt, except when Ben had left you had turned to gin. At least when Ben had left it was more out of the blue, sure it had been hard to come back from but you hadn’t gone through the same earth shattering things with Ben as you had with Poe. But then, some things a couple just can’t come back from, you guessed. You had never stopped believing the fun loving Poe would come back to you after his accident and he did, for a time. But then the pregnancy…

The bedroom suddenly felt so empty and you noticed how certain things of his were missing, like his phone charger and his favourite pair of trainers. You sat back down on the bed, gently teasing open the drawer to reveal the tiny pink hat that had belonged to your 16 week old daughter. Running a finger over it you remembered the heartache as though it was yesterday, you hadn’t been yourself since giving birth and then losing her immediately after. You’d spiralled, quitting your job, staying at home, refusing to see anyone. It was no less than what Poe had done when he was suffering from his PTSD, but one rule for him it seemed and a different one for you. Maybe it was your fault Poe ran off with someone else, but still the bitterness filled your throat and you grimaced at the taste. You had nursed that man, looked after him, got him through one of the toughest moments of his life and he could barely do the same for you. But fucking Rey? You hiccuped slightly trying to laugh but it just came out as another sob, what a joke.

The engagement had been a bandage on a broken limb, now you thought about it. This would never have worked whether Rey had been on the sidelines or not. You slammed the drawer shut, making your way back into the kitchen you picked up your phone seeing the missed calls and messages from Ben and Zorii, Poe had obviously told them what happened. A reckless idea formed in your mind and you raced back into the bedroom, packing your suitcase in earnest as the phone rang loudly in your ear.

“Hello?”

“Armitage, I have a question for you.”

“Is this about earlier, because I really think we should talk about it more…”

“I agree. But hear me out. What if we talk about it on a plane?”

“A…what are you suggesting?”

“I have a holiday coming up…”

“You have a honeymoon you mean.”

“Not anymore.” You toyed with your lip not enjoying the silence from the other end of the phone. “Anyway, I am going on that holiday and I have a spare ticket. I’ll send you the details and you can decide if you want to come or not.”

“Alright….” He sounded hesitant but you didn’t care. He either came and you had a great time together or he didn’t and you had a great time anyway.

“I’m heading to my parents for a few days, but I will be at the airport on Wednesday. Come, or don't, it's up to you.” Putting the phone down you let out a long exhale not believing what you had just done. You just invited your boss to your honeymoon? What on earth were you thinking? God, you were so damn reckless at times! You dialed another number, sitting your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you packed everything you could.

“Mum, don’t freak out but I have some news….”

You got to the airport early, you were always early. The fear of being late was an absolute curse especially when it came to catching planes, trains, busses or basically anything that could leave without you.

You stood in the airport car park enjoying the way the cooler autumn air rushed over you. Soon you’d be replacing it with heat and sun but for now you were going to remember this. It was cleansing in a way, the freshness of it dancing over your skin, the rich rustle of the golden leaves in the crisp breeze. Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm your fluttering nerves before heading inside.

You tried not to look at your watch, you tried not to scan the crowd every 5 seconds looking for that shock of red hair. You hadn’t contacted him and he hadn't contacted you which was fine. It was fine.

The few days you’d had at your parents had been fraught, your mum cried more than you did as you cancelled as much as you could trying to get a fraction of the money you laid out back into your bank account. Your Dad, he been quiet, stewing over a man he’d accepted into the family had done this to his baby girl….he asked you not to date anymore because his heart couldn’t take the strain. You’d had a conversation with Zorii and Ben, talking them both down from hunting Poe down and ripping his balls from his body, well that's what Zorii said. Ben had been quiet, too quiet and you wondered if he remembered the way he left, with the same woman. You didn’t care, you were going on holiday by yourself it seemed. Ok you did care, you cared so much it threatened to consume you, to rob you of all function as you walked through the airport but you shoved it all aside. You’d deal with it later, that was a problem for future you, post holiday you.

You cast one last look around for that head of ginger hair, disappointment filling your chest and you blinked back whatever was happening with your eyes because you refused to shed more tears here. You handed your ticket over and strode into the plane with your head held high. Settling in your seat you immediately put your headphones in and watched out of the window trying not to think of how different this should be. You should be happy, newlyweds, all excited and flushing with joy. You should be holding hands and performing hideously embarrassing PDAs, you should be giggling and loving life, not slumped here with your face pressed against the window.

The music blared loudly in your ears, you didn’t notice when someone took the seat next to you, too lost in your pit of despair you barely managed to wipe your face dry. Something tapped on your arm and you ignored it wishing whoever it was would get the message and piss off. It happened again and you sat up ready to spew some horrible words but they all choked and died in your throat when your gaze locked with his pale green eyes. A soft smile rested easily on his face but it slipped when he saw your distraught expression, you pulled the headphones off not even daring to believe he came.

“Hi,” he said quietly.

“Oh…hi.” He reached out and swiped a thumb under your eye, catching the fresh tears that welled up and trickled down your cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I wanted to be here earlier but…work.” You gasped through a sob and nodded.

“It’s ok.” You pressed the heels of your hands firmly into your eyes creating those white splodges all over your vision as you fought so hard to bring yourself back from the edge of that black pit that called your name all the time. “I’m ok,” you sobbed. Armitage snaked an arm around you and pulled you into his shoulder.

“Listen, we are going to enjoy this holiday, we are going to have a great time and drink and eat, we are going to go to the beach and you are going to sunbathe while I hide in the shade,” you chuckled though another sob. “So good times only, until we get back and have to face the music of reality. Deal?” His finger and thumb gripped your chin lightly making you look up at him and you managed a watery smile.

“Deal.”

[ohmygarlands]

We're in Trouble

(a continuation of this lil' snippet)

*smut warning, proceed at yer own risk*

“We’re in trouble,” he murmured.

Judy pulled his lips between hers again, this time placing her hands on either side of his head as their kiss deepened. Gene wrapped his arms around her small frame, hugging her tight. The small of Judy’s back hit the island behind them and immediately, Gene lifted her up onto the marbled top. His hips landed between her legs and Judy leaned her head back, feeling his constrained arousal pressing into her tender spot. Gene’s lips fell onto her neck, he could feel the heat radiating from her skin. A gentle smile escaped his mouth as his fingers slid underneath her shirt, caressing the sides of her tummy. He couldn’t be entirely sure if it was the effects of the alcohol that still remained in his system but the feel of her body against his was electric. He could feel her pulse against his lips as his trail of kisses continued up the side of her neck.

Judy dug her fingernails into his back, grasping at his shirt in an attempt to free him from it. Suddenly, a pair of headlights shone past them through the kitchen window.

“Vincente!” Judy breathed, panicked. Gene barely had time to react before she violently pushed him off her. She jumped down off the island and quickly straightened her clothes. Gene did the same and peered out the window, watching as Vincente grabbed a bag out of the trunk of the taxi cab.

“Fuck!” He hissed. Judy and Gene shared a quick, nervous glance while she finished fixing her tousled hair. She grabbed his cup of coffee and practically shoved the mug into his hands while she grabbed a folded up newspaper.

“Darling,” Judy called out cheerfully when she heard the front door open.

Vincente followed her voice to the kitchen with a surprised look strewn across his face.

“Now here’s a sight I wasn’t expecting. Hello, Gene.”

Gene smiled at him tightlipped and nodded, “Hello.”

Judy swung around the island and took her fiance in her arms, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, “what are you doing home so early? I thought you weren’t coming back until this afternoon.”

“Mayer phoned me last night, it turns out they needed me back much earlier than I anticipated. I’ve got a full day ahead and I must get some sleep. What are you…? What’s going on here?” He asked, gesturing between her and Gene.

“Well, embarrassingly I had a bit too much to drink last night at Pete’s, Judy offered up your couch so I could sleep it off before going home to Bets. You know how she gets…” he glanced up at the clock on the stove, “speaking of, I better get going. If I’m lucky, she’ll still be asleep and none the wiser!”

Vincente chuckled before making his way over to the pot of coffee, “good luck!”

“Thanks,” he brushed past Judy, “and thank you, again,” were the only words he could muster when her eyes locked with his. He collected his hat and jacket and darted out of the house as fast as he could. The sun was just beginning to come up over the horizon, illuminating the house in an orange-y hue. As he walked down the winding driveway, he looked back over his shoulder, finding Judy staring at him through the window. His cock jerked once more as he tightened his jaw. He was right, they were in trouble.

After their close call, Gene decided it would be best to allow their paths to cross again naturally. A major line had been crossed that night and while Gene was desperate to finish what they had started, the emotions that came along with that sort of sexual frustration aimed in Judy’s direction were unprecedented and rather peculiar.

The days passed far too slowly, and while their schedules would normally have them crossing paths at least several times a week, she had miraculously vanished. The paranoia began to set off his anxiety and finally he caved, he had to talk to her. He needed to sort out what was going on inside his mind. After completing some loops for Anchors Aweigh, Gene made his way to the sea of trailers in search of Judy’s, silently praying she hadn’t left for the day. To his dismay, however, her trailer was darkened and there wasn’t any response when he knocked.

~~

Gene pulled up to the hustle and bustle in front of Van Johnson’s beach house. He was known for throwing the best Saturday night shindigs –it was the perfect place to unwind after an incredibly long week at the film factory in Culver City. Gene stepped out of the car and immediately looked around, subconsciously searching for the woman whose elusiveness was now driving him completely mental. Again, nothing. He headed inside and was instantly greeted by Frank who was mercilessly teasing and flirting with June Allyson.

“Shanty!” He exclaimed, throwing his arm around his shoulder.

“Why don’t you leave this poor girl alone, huh?” He nudged him before smiling at June, “hiya, Junie. How are you, sweetheart?”

“Oh, I’m fine, my dear.”

Gene smiled again in acknowledgment before his eyes darted around once more.

“Looking for someone?” June asked, rolling her eyes at Frank wandering off.

“Uhm, yeah actually, –you haven’t seen Judy around here, have you?”

“I did, she was outside by the fire the last I saw her.”

“Thank you,” he squeezed her arm and wandered off just the same, pushing through the crowd of people that were laughing, drinking and dancing. He found his way to the back of the house and sure enough, there she was, illuminated, this time, by the orange-y hue of the firepit. She held a drink tightly with both hands as her eyes followed the flickering flames. God, she looked so beautiful. He stepped outside and the people around her for some unknown reason dispersed, the moment was almost too perfect. He stepped closer to her and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Hi,” he spoke softly.

Judy’s lips parted as though she were going to speak but there was no sound.

“You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?”

She placed her cup on the arm of the chair and stood up, walking past him as though he were a ghost.

“Judy!” Gene called after her but she quickly disappeared into the house. Gene’s head fell back and he closed his eyes tight, fuck, he murmured.

When he went back inside a few moments later, his ears were suddenly ringing with the sound of Judy’s boisterous laughter. Van must have told her one of his ridiculous jokes. She side-glanced at him before turning her attention back to Van, laughing again. It almost seemed deliberate now. She was trying to make him crazy. She knew what she was doing to him, how could she not? Fuck it, he thought. He approached the commotion and leaned into her.

“We need to talk,” he said in a whisper-soft voice.

“Not now, Gene. I’m busy,” she said with a tone, trying to grab Van’s attention to intentionally place a pair of eyes on them. Gene looked up at Van who was now lost in a conversation with Lucille Ball. He grabbed Judy’s wrist and while nobody was looking, pulled her into the pantry. He slammed the door shut but struggled to find the light switch, leaving them in complete darkness.

“Gene! What the fuck are you doing?!” She pulled her arm out of his grip and rubbed the skin around her wrist.

“Why are you avoiding me? Are you ashamed of what happened between us?”

“I don’t want to talk about this! Let me go!” She tried to push past him for the door but Gene held her back and pressed her against the wall. They couldn’t see each other in the blackness between them, but Judy could feel the sting of his warm breath against her lips.

“Gene… please…” she whispered, practically shaking, “stop this.”

“I can’t get you out of my head,” he leaned forward, his forehead touching hers.

“You have to.”

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t deserve this. I am sick over what happened between us that night, Gene. It was a mistake to take it that far, and a major lapse in judgement. He almost walked in on us. What if we had been…” she had to stop herself from finishing that sentence.

“No, Judy. It wasn’t a mistake, and you know it. There’s something between us that has always felt right.” He loosened his grip on her, but this time wrapped his arms around her waist. He felt Judy’s fingers sliding slowly down his biceps toward his elbows.

“I’m marrying him, Gene. He’s a nice man, he deserves a loyal, devoted wife… and I deserve a happy ending. I’m tired of feeling like a failure in that department.”

“You’re not a failure in any department. You’re wonderful.”

Their eyes began to adjust to the darkness that surrounded them and Judy could now make out the handsome lines in Gene’s face, namely the scar on his cheek that she had been drawn to from the moment they met in 1939. There had been so many times that line between them was nearly crossed over the years. The thought of Gene as a new father, however, was mostly what halted them, but keeping themselves restrained for so long and slipping the way they did that night was like taking a tiny bite of a decadent chocolate bar.

“What are we going to do?” Judy asked, closing her eyes, Gene could hear the pain in her voice.

“I will never disrespect your wishes, Judy. If you don’t want this to go any further, then we won’t let it.” She could see him feigning a gentle smile as he placed his palm on her cheek. “Enjoy the party,” he said softly before turning to unlock the door. Judy reached for his hand and squeezed her fingers around his, stopping him.

“Gene,” she whispered, and he sighed, "God dammit, Judy,"

Before they knew it, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, her lips desperately grasping at his. Once again, she was up against the wall as Gene’s hands travelled over her torso. Her breath began to skip as Gene’s mouth ventured down to her collarbone. The feel of Judy’s fingernails lightly scraping the back of his neck was orgasmic on its own  –every little thing she did had the ability to mesmerize him. He worked the buttons on her cashmere sweater, and when her chest was finally released to him, he groaned, seeing her breasts with only his hands. He circled the pad of his thumb over her velvety peaks and she instantly felt a burgeoning ache between her thighs.

“Darling…” she whispered, as his hands began to travel south. He took his time, allowing the tips of fingers to explore every inch of her supple tummy. When he got to the waistband of her slacks, he felt her flinch.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t ask me that,” she murmured. He kissed her again, ensuring their mouths were locked when he discovered the most intimate part of her body. Judy drew in a sharp breath, unintentionally breaking from his lips, and let out an audible moan.

“Shhhh-shhh…” Gene snickered, placing his other hand over her mouth. When he was confident she wouldn’t make another sound, he lifted his hand, replacing it with his index finger, gesturing her once more to be quiet. Judy just nodded. He slipped his hands underneath her bottom and lifted her, prompting her to wrap her long, slender legs around his waist. She was as light as a feather. They stood there against the wall, nose to nose, for a second taking in this moment between them, taking in the moment they had both dreamed of for years –a moment they had imagined over time and time again. Gene bent his head forward, placing his lips on her bare shoulder, inhaling her sweet aroma before finally allowing himself to become one with her. Judy’s grip tightened around his shoulders and she quietly squealed as he filled her. He felt so good, fitting into her like a missing puzzle piece.

“Oh, baby…” he purred, gripping the loose tendrils of hair that had fallen from her up-do. The sound of the party on the other side of the door was suddenly muted by the sounds of their desperate breaths. Gene’s hand slammed against the wall that held her up, the tips of his fingers white from the pressure as he neared closer and closer to a mind numbing climax. He nudged the side of her neck and earlobe with his nose before finding her mouth again. Judy’s tongue swept over his lips before dancing with his. Her eyebrows furrowed as though she were about to cry and Gene could feel her thighs pressing harder against his hips. She was so warm, so wet, and so ready to release with him.

“Shhhh,” he whispered again, thrusting into her once more before she took a deep breath in through her nose and held it there. Gene smiled proudly, holding her like a fucking masterpiece as her body shook in his hold.

When their breathing settled, they slowly fell to the floor together. Her head landed on his chest and he held her there for a moment, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“What’s hit us?” She asked, breathlessly.

Gene curled the corner of his mouth into a smile before placing his forefinger under her chin, bringing her eyes to his, “it hit me a long time ago…” he winked.

[oftenderweapons]

hi anna dear, i'd like to place an order for a white wine + charcuterie board + french onion soup + monte cristo? thank you <3

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Wordcount: 1.4K

Genre: Fluff, Romance, strangers to lovers

Rating: GP (general public)

This is for my sweet Beezy, and Beezy only. I’m sorry this came super late but I’ve been keeping it in my drafts for a while, I was so unsure about it!

Happy very late birthday!!! May you be safe and happy and loved 🥰💜✨You’re the most special aunt I could ever wish for. This world would be a better place if all kids on the Internet could have an aunt half as special and magical as you.

(before I leave you to your gift let me thank @hobiandsprite and @joheunsaram for their moral support and helpful advice, as always. I love you.)

Enjoy 💜✨

>This drabble was a request for Bangtan Bistro. Requests for this drabble game are now closed<

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of stress due to work; briefest mention of family loss (grandparent).

————— The Order —————

White Wine: Kim Seokjin

Charcuterie Board: Romance

French Onion Soup: “After getting caught in the rain you decide to spend some time inside a rather empty café, making good conversation with the attractive owner.”

Monte Cristo: cafe owner

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The late October day looked perfect for a walk along the beach, collecting seashells and watching seagulls soar the sky in the distance. Solitary boats broke the horizon, far far away, the lighthouse culminating the long walk and protecting the bay a few kilometres ahead of you. The sun was coming through the clouds here and there, creating amusing patterns on the sand just barely slightly moved by the wind. A man was playing fetch with a golden retriever and along the seashore you could see more people making good use of one of the last good days before autumn finally started giving way to winter.

The scenery was relaxing, liberating your mind from all the stress your job continuously put you through. Some days you even dared ask yourself if the slightly fatter paycheck was really worth your mental health.

Spending your health on earning money sounded stupid most of the days. Nevertheless, you somehow managed to keep loving your job, even when the cons heavily outweigh the pros.

A chill song was playing through your earbuds, and with a cloud momentarily hiding the sun, the lightest raindrops began to fall. You didn’t let the thin drizzle scare you and decided to keep walking, the lighthouse too tempting in its romantic solitude.

Stubborn and maybe ignorant, you persevered, though most people had already run to the middle of the bay, where most people had parked their cars or had found refuge in one of the local pubs and cafés. Only a couple people walked ahead of you, going all the way to the end of the walk, where the pier led to your destination.

You followed it like a compass, like the North Star, even when the drizzle turned in rain, even when you had to hold your coat over your head for the last two hundred metres, running desperately once the rain turned in an autumn shower.

You thanked all the gods once you reached the small awning protecting the entrance to the lighthouse, a lovely bell announcing the opening of the door.

“Hold on, wait there!” A man called from the counter. “Lemme grab something for you!” he mumbled, disappearing behind the dark wood countertop and reemerging with a plaid blanket. “Wait there,” he said, walking towards you quickly and taking your raincoat with a kind smile, hanging it out of harm’s way, where it could drip on the floor without causing anyone to slip and fall.

“Welcome to The Bow, you brave traveller!” the barman greeted you, immediately warming up your soul before offering you the blanket and letting you warm your body. “Please, sit where you prefer, I’ll let you take a look at the menu and then I’ll come collect your order.”

He bowed his head slightly, your eyes suddenly focusing on how low the wooden ceiling was, and how lean his physique was, heavily contrasted by his large shoulders, emphasised by the white and blue stripes of his sweater.

You walked to a table beside the counter, near the window that ran all around the circular room. The sky was clear in the distance, the boats still navigating peacefully while the coast had become hostage to the sudden storm, which had crept in slowly and then swiftly attacked.

You stared in the distance for a while longer, the man at the counter waiting patiently and cheerfully for you to get comfortable, leaf through the menu and close it before turning to him with a kind smile — which you eventually did, causing an unexpected effect, an entire flock of butterflies taking flight in his stomach.

He was drawn to you immediately.

“So what can I bring you?” he asked with the most courteous of smiles.

You giggled. The man was very handsome, but something in the air that surrounded him made him even warmer and more fascinating, as if compelling you to be kind and keep your eyes on him. “First, let me thank you for the blanket,” you said, holding it tighter around you.

“Oh, it’s okay. We keep those for old couples who come here for fall and winter walks. They tend to get cold on their legs. And some ladies want to wear pretty clothes on dates but then get cold once the sun goes down. Don’t worry, I wash them after use!” he clarified before you could get uncomfortable.

“That’s so considerate!” you exclaimed, honestly touched at such a kind thought.

“What can I say, I care about customer care,” he chuckled embarrassed, his laugh so unique and funny that you couldn’t help but join.

“I’m ____, by the way.”

“I’m Seokjin,” he introduced himself politely.

“Happy to meet you,” you replied with an interested smile. “May I order an Orange Spiced Hot Chocolate?”

“Yes, sure. Would you like some cinnamon on it?” he asked, twice as interested in pleasing his special customer.

“Uhm… No, just a plain one, thanks,” you confirmed, watching him leave with a quick step.

“Do you have many people coming all the way here?” you asked, your table close enough to the counter that you could chat with the man without having to disturb the other customers.

“Normally we do. There’s always a big rush in summer. Some people go to the beach and come all the way here to have lunch or grab a cold drink before going back. It’s mostly couples, or families with kids. On a summer day you’d have to wait for a table and book one for lunch or dinner. When it gets colder, some people still come here, but it’s slower. I prefer it. Winter weekends are the ideal match of calm and good money.”

You nodded. “I think it’s my first time here. I visited the town four or five years ago but I don’t remember this place.”

Seokjin nodded, the cocoa maker making a bit of a ruckus as it warmed up the milk. It lasted around two or three minutes before the café went quiet again “Yes, that’s because I opened the café two years ago, almost three.”

“This is your place?” You asked, quite amused.

“Indeed. My grandpa loved it here. He always came here with my grandma for walks. He didn’t have the money to buy the place but he wanted to open a restaurant here. My grandmother loved cooking.” Seokjin gave a gentle but sad smile. “When she left us, he gave up. He always says it was their dreams, together, and he would never do it by himself. So I made it my dream.”

The blue vibe faded and a radiant expression sparked up his features. “I must say that for now it’s been going pretty well.”

He walked to your table, your drink, sugar and a couple smaller bottles all balanced on a tray on his hand.

As he stood beside you, his head slightly lowered to avoid the lamp above, he placed down a cup coaster with a vintage lifebuoy ring drawn on it, protecting the beautiful wooden table below.

On the small placemat running across the table, he placed three tiny bottles. “Sugar, cinnamon and cocoa. To your liking.” He offered you a soft grin.

Hesitantly, you looked around again. He had only four or five people around and your table was close to the counter.

You licked your lips as you gathered all your courage and spoke. “Would you like to sit down and chat? I’d like to get to know you, you seem a very interesting person.” You felt heat radiate from your cheeks in stark contrast with the cold crawling through your bones.

Seokjin’s reaction was lovely.

His mouth curled up in a lovely pout, a small surprised ‘o’. His eyes went impossibly wide and so, so round and adorable before his suddenly pale face exploded in a technicoloured blush that expanded all the way to his ears.

And then he smiled the tiniest, most innocent smile. He didn’t show his teeth, just his rosy, plush lips curving up in an expression that was half hamster, half alpaca.

And the apples of his cheeks became impossibly round and squishable.

You felt your heart shot across your chest like a crazy bouncy ball, playing pinball inside your rib cage.

Joy filled your every blood vessel.

“Sure, I’d love to sit down and chat for a bit.”

[1zashreena1]

Wedding Planning -15

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary:  Princess came home to a whole new set of anxieties. Murder Panther to the rescue via the restorative powers of dick. Unlike the dick, this one is short and sweet.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Come eating, the L word, criminal activities glossed over, relationship building, plus size woman+fit man, Anxiety, wedding planning comes with its own warning

A/N:  Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

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You have to make some decisions. Like, a bunch.

Okay, make a list. 

You pull the big legal notepad off the bookshelf in your living room and meander around until you find your colored pens. Red for immediate, orange for middling, and green for long-term.

Parameters set, you begin The Listing.

It takes a couple of days, but you think you finally have everything accounted for that you can possibly imagine.

The long term column has vague, nebulous, theoretical problems written in dark green:

-Where will you live?

-Keep your job???

-TAKE HIS NAME?????????

-CONVINCE HIM TO RETIRE

Intermediate consists of things you two need to discuss, too:

-Ceremony?

     Where 

     What type

     Who invited

     When

-Honeymoon?

-Colors?

-Food (yum/lots plz)

-Flowers  eww no ->Alternative bouquet 

-People in ceremony???

And then things that need answered like, next week:

-MEET FAMILIES (panic)

-A Dress?

-??????? omg help

You're going to give yourself a panic attack if you keep looking at it. I'll just take it with me this weekend and hand the immediate section to him.

You feel a little better with a plan, even if it only consists of two steps.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Diego is standing in the kitchen glaring at the espresso machine when Bastian drops you off at the penthouse.

You glance around, no Julio to be found, before you head over to him. Diego's left hand shoots out and he wiggles fingers at you, trying to grab you despite the twenty foot gap between your bodies. You snort, but its still adorable. 

Slotting in underneath his arm, you wind around him with a sigh. "Hi, baby. Whatcha doing?"

Brown eyes come down to you and he smiles widely. "Its not working. How was your trip?" His forehead descends and you rise on tiptoes to meet him. 

"Better now that I'm here." You whisper as your lips curl up in a pleased grin. Diego rubs his nose with yours before swooping down for a kiss. The goatee has gotten long enough that its now soft on your chin, but still tickly. Combined with his velvet lips and hot tongue, you almost experience sensory overload. High pitched noises escape your throat while you melt against him. Diego takes your weight with no effort and you don't hesitate to let him. When he finally pulls back you just have to chase him a little; you really, really like the facial hair.

When you finally slit eyes open he is grinning down at you like a cat that got the canary. He sounds so smug, "I should grow out the entire beard?" 

You lick your lips and consider the salt and pepper growth that occurred since you saw him last weekend. Your left eyebrow climbs with your own inquiry, "Do you want to live between my thighs?"

"Uh, yes…?" Diego answers what was apparently the stupidest question ever posed. Chocolate eyes sparkle at you as he fails to suppress a smirk. "What do you think the ring is about?"

Your guffaw is cut short when he tosses you up onto the counter and shoves both huge hands down the back of your pants to push them off. The jeggings stretch easily over your hips and Diego, ever efficient when it comes to getting some pussy, takes your thong with them in one swift motion. Bracing hands on those broad shoulders, you wiggle and shift and bend whichever way is necessary to assist. Never let it be said that you are not a team player.

Your left shoe hits the floor and as Diego switches to the right he asks breathlessly, "New?"

"Yeah." Your response is just as rushed as you grab at his hair.

"Pretty." He tosses the right shoe off towards the living room with this proclamation. 

Both big hands come up to your knees and spread your legs wide. "Well, thank yourself. I used the black Amex." You chuckle as you lean back on elbows.

Slowly, menacingly, promisingly, Diego rises over the lip of the counter between your legs with that shark smile. He purposely pitches his voice low to rumble, "Good girl."

Your insides liquefy as your back arches and your pussy clenches down on nothing. How the hell does he do that? You can feel yourself getting wet. Fleeting kisses and sharp little nips mark Diego's progress up the inside of your left thigh.

"Hmm." His breath ghosts over your center in the lightest of teases. "What is that method to train again? The treats instead of yelling?" He rubs those bristles you so love over your inner thighs with considerable force and it almost induces a seizure.

"P-postive reinforcement!" Your yelp is exceedingly high pitched. Oh fuck yes, reward me with tongue, I'm a good Princess. You're almost certain that your brain has melted, you have zero sense when it comes to this man.

Diego nips the very bottom of your right buttcheek, so close and yet way, way too far away. "Yesss," he hisses into the short hair just above where you need him most, "That's what its called." The feel of his goatee just barely brushing over your folds while he speaks has turned you into a gibbering mess.

"P-please, Diego. I did like you told me, I didn't even text to ask first, please please…" How he manages to break you down into a begging disaster so quickly is a mystery. Your hands curl into his hair, desperately trying to pull him closer.

"Mm hmm," his deep hum makes you quiver, memories of that sound being delivered straight to your sensitive bundle of nerves via the vehicle of his tongue drive you higher. The rough timbre is dark with desire when he speaks this time, "You were a very good girl. My pretty little Princess is learning well. Let Diego give you your reward."

The heat of his open mouth covering your entire vulva is stunning. Your shoulders fall to the countertop as you moan shamelessly, "Ohhh, yes baby." That sinfully amazing tongue pokes into your entrance then flattens out broadly to lap all the way up to your clit. "Yeah!" Your single breathy yelp is accompanied by a jerk of your wide hips. Diego presses hard and moans.

Your hands slap down on the countertop for leverage so you can press down on him. "Yes, yes. Oh my god, how is, your tongue, so hot??" Breath stuttering, your words are choppy. Your chest jumps each time he groans against you and Diego repeats it again, seemingly just to enjoy your reaction. He pulls off with an obscene slurp, Nonono come back! 

"The same way this pretty little pussy is always so tight." The dirty talk is all the warning you get as two thick fingers sink deep inside. It takes a moment to comprehend that the ringing in your ears is an uncomfortable noise emanating from your mouth. He pulls out slowly, making sure you feel every ridge and callus, all the textures, before pushing in again steadily. Each time he retreats your cunt clenches down, trying to hold on to the feeling of being filled. "Did you miss your Diego? Huh?"

There is no earthly reason anyone should be this fucking sexy.  

"Only, oh fuck, only when I'm ali-i-i-ive!" The confession ends in a squeal as he bottoms out and rubs your cervix. The cold counter is heating rapidly under your thrashing form. Just as you start to get accustomed to the sensation Diego ups the ante by closing lips over your clit and sucking. Your hips roll against him, he matches the rhythm of his hand with your movements expertly. Legs rising high and spreading wide, trying to give him as much room as possible to work. A broken chant is punched out of you with every thrust, "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."

The disappointed whine you utter when he breaks the suction is cut off into choked silence by the focused licks he is now delivering. You bury both hands into his short hair and hang on for dear life. His beard rasps against your sensitive skin and the contrasting feelings drive you mad. These are the licks that push you higher, these licks mean business. 

Between the long, slow thrusts of his fingers and the never ending laving of your clit, everything is tightening up quickly. Your legs shake and your stomach trembles, you pull on his hair and Diego moans for you. You moan back, "Fuck. Yeah, baby. Just, just keep. Don't stop, please don't stop."

Because Diego is Diego, he doubles down on the pressure and goes even harder with the tongue. Your entire consciousness narrows down to the man between your legs working you over like its his life's mission to make you come on his face. Everything is clinching tighter and tighter. Tense and strung out taut, you call for him as he pushes you right up to the edge and straight over it.

"Diego, Diego. Baby, I- F-fuck, yes, yes. Love you, love you, I fucking love you, I love you." You realize that was aloud but can't be bothered to stop the babbling confession synchronized to the waves of your climax. Diego groans against your clit but keeps his fingers fully buried so you can clamp down on him in ecstasy. You ride it out knowing full well that he won't rush this, he loves to feel the effect he has on you. You have no idea how long it goes on, the agonizing pleasure slowly easing, but your back finally crashes down to the marble while you wheeze in exhaustion. 

Using the grip in his hair, you tug gently to pull him off. Looking down over your curves, you flush even more as you watch Diego lick his lips lewdly. I am living in my very own private porno. 

Movement further down catches your eye and you realize that this entire time he has been stroking himself with the hand not shoved inside you. His massive cock is already dark and dripping as it pokes out of open pants.

"Your turn." You utter as you reach for him. 

"No!" Diego barks and bats your hand away. Is he sick? Do I need to call 911? You're immediately concerned that he might be dying. "Lie back. Be still."

Okay, kinky motherfucker. Of course he has something in mind. You flop down as ordered and Diego moans with satisfaction. 

"Yes, good girl. Do as I command and let Diego come all over you, pretty little Princess." He stares down at you with eyes black in arousal. His mouth hangs open to pant and his brows are drawn together in concentration. Swiping precome off the head of his dick, Diego reaches up to offer it. You lick with no hesitation as he rams those same fingers that were just up your pussy into your mouth and practically down your throat. "Suck."

With a moan you do exactly what he wants, your eyes closing in pleasure from the combined tastes of him and yourself. You don't have to put on a show when you enjoy this so very much. Your tongue covers every centimeter of his index and middle fingers, suckling strongly to get every last drop. Diego whines at the sight.

"Fuck. Yes. Princess. My Princess. Diego's perfect little Princess." His voice is rough and rattling, you can tell from how harshly he fists his cock that he is very close. The sight of two of your favorite parts of him together, his hand and his dick, makes you writhe.

You wrap your left hand around his thick forearm and the glint of your diamond ring catches his eye. His fingers drop out of your mouth to hold your jaw ever so tenderly. You decide to give him that last little nudge.

"Baby," You breathe, he pries his eyes away from the ring to meet yours. You pitch your voice low and sultry,  "Come for your Princess, my Murder Panther."

Diego's expression crumples and his hips snap forward twice as he comes with a quiet roar. "Ahhh, sí sí. Yessss." Its fascinating to watch; this big, powerful, dangerous man losing control over you. You absolutely love it. 

He paints your stomach white with come, squeezing the last little bit out and then slapping both hands down the counter to gasp. Before you can reach for those shoulders to pet him into aftercare, Diego dives down to lap up his own mess.

"Holy fuckin' shit that's hot." You are right back to the edge just like that. His soft tongue scoops up the gleaming liquid and you can literally see him swallowing it. You jump when fingers brush your labia but sigh with approval when they sink deep into you again. Diego, now finished with your stomach, comes back up to take your mouth. 

This is a whole new level of obscene: Sucking his own come off of his tongue while he finger fucks you to another orgasm. The mental image of what you two must look like defiling the kitchen counter is enough to make you tighten around him. The rapid, forceful thrusting of his thick fingers sends you careening into climax while moaning into his mouth. Pussy trembling around him and hips jerking, you hang on tight to his biceps until every wave of pleasure ebbs away. You flop back down and Diego collapses on top of you.

"Fuck. If that, if that's what I get for spending your money. Then I need to fucking splurge more often." You can barely string words together. 

Diego purrs.

Its now forty minutes later and you manage to troubleshoot the espresso machine.

"Its unplugged." You murmur, pointing lazily. 

"Mmmph." Diego moans from his position face down in your cleavage.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A brief debate on showering occurred, but a motion to nap on the sectional was introduced and unanimously ratified almost immediately. 

When you wake up later the only light in the penthouse is supplied by the neighboring skyscrapers. Curled up on your right side, Diego is spooned up behind you with his beard velcroed into your hair and the fingers of his left hand are laced with yours around the diamond ring. The sight makes you both happy and anxious. 

"Baby?" You breathe. Diego shifts behind you, then yawns hugely. It even sounds adorable, you smile to yourself.

"Que pasa?" His voice is rough from sleep and you shiver. "You're stiff. What's wrong, Princess?"

"I have some notes we need to discuss. Its not bad!" Rushing to reassurance, you move to sit up. He releases your hands but strokes down your back as you stand. Bare feet pad across the rug as you go back to your bag and retrieve the notepad. Diego blinks when you turn on a lamp but waves you back into his embrace. 

"What is troubling my Princess?" He rumbles as you wiggle around and get situated in his lap. You present the immediate list of issues and give him time to read the few items. He chuckles at you, "Let's start from the bottom, yes? I will help." He mimes crossing it off the list.

"Yeah, alright." You giggle. "But the family thing. You know my parents are chomping at the bit. I'm the last girl they get to marry off, its a big deal or something." Your eyes roll as you flap your hand around. 

"How much do you want them involved?" Diego presents something you hadn't considered yet.

"Huh. I. Wait a sec." He props his chin in his hand while you consider. You're very distracted by the lazily blinking Murder Panther under you. "Okay," settling hands on your thighs, you push through the anxiety, "I had assumed they were not paying for it."  Careful watching shows Diego rolling his eyes at you.

"Of course not. Don't be silly." He scoffs quietly. 

Yeah, duh. You can feel terror bubbling up and you squash it ruthlessly. "Well in that case, almost none. We'll make all the decisions. They'll be allowed to give opinions or whatever, but no control." That does make it a little easier.

"No artistic license to the people who created you. Ballsy. I like that." Diego is nothing if not encouraging of you. His expression of mock impression makes you gigglesnort. Then he throws you another curveball of an offer, "Do you want a wedding planner?" 

Everything stops for a moment before you breathe, "Fuck." That never even occurred to me.

Big fingers dip into your hair and turn so you face him fully. Diego is grinning from ear to ear. "Did I crash Fiance Princess OS?"

You nod faintly. "I… never even considered that. I don't come from a background where people do that, you know?" 

Shrugging one shoulder at you, Diego 'hmm's thoughtfully. "I did not suggest it sooner because you like planning. What is everything that needs to be planned?" His face turns mildly horrified at your sudden flailing.

"EVERYTHING! YOU HAVE TO PLAN EVERYTHING!" You most definitely did not have control of your own volume setting just now. "So, like, the venue, the date, the wedding party, the clothing, the food, decorations, seating arrangements, guest lists, ugh, fucking flowers. I do not want flowers! Oh, shit, music? Oh my god, everyone is going to be offended by my musical choices at some point." You facepalm and then drop the entire setup down into your lap, too, for good measure.

Diego pokes your arm with the corner of the notepad and you reach to take it from him without looking.

He snatches it back and tosses it over the couch and into the kitchen where it lands on the floor with a slap.

 "Fuck it. We can elope."

[trashyswitch]

Jeremy and the Mysterious Robots

Jeremy has to fix a camera in one of the rooms while he's working. When he finishes fixing the camera, Jeremy gets a surprise visit from a couple of the animatronics...

What's this? AnOtHeR FNAF TiCkLe fAnFiC?! HoW cAn ThIs Be?!

Just playing around. Hope you guys enjoy!

Jeremy has heard all the rumors. He's heard the urban legends about the child killer in the animatronic suit, and the children's deaths. He's heard about the children's corpses being shoved into the animatronic suits. He's heard about the ghosts of the children, that haunted each and every diner. He's heard rumors about the animatronics being alive because of these children. He's heard multiple ideas of whether the animatronics liked humans or not. Some have said they like children, but resent adults. Others have said that adults were not as innocent as children, therefore they should be killed. A few adults have went as far as to say that the animatronics killed adults because adults found the animatronics creepy. Are any of these urban legends true?

If so: why did Jeremy sign up for a job at the one place that gives people the creeps?!

Jeremy looked at the watch on his wrist:

[2:00]

It was the second night of working at this nightmarish party place. All Jeremy wanted was the paycheck at the end of the week. He did NOT sign up for this stupidity...

Should he have reconsidered taking the job? Maybe. Is he regretting taking the job? Somewhat. Is Jeremy gonna survive the week? God, he hoped so. He has his whole life to look forward to! He didn't want to let a single week at a scary restaurant ruin the rest of his life.

Jeremy turned on the iPad and flipped through the cameras. It looked like the party rooms were empty. Next, he checked CAM 05 and CAM 06: empty. Thank goodness. Jeremy looked at the other cameras and found out something strange: camera 11 wasn't working! It was just showing pure static.

So, Jeremy tried viewing the game room as best he could out of Cam 10. Unfortunately, this didn't work as well as he wished...

He realized that what he was gonna do was risky. But...what other choice did he have? So, Jeremy grabbed his flashlight, and walked out of the office through the small hall towards Pasillo Central. He walked past the party rooms, and walked out into the main hall. Once he reached there, Jeremy took a right and walked down the hall into the game area. Using his flashlight, Jeremy looked around for the 11th camera...In a matter of seconds, Jeremy's flashlight shined onto the grey video camera! Jeremy smiled and walked up to the camera. He grabbed a nearby stool from the prize area, and used it to reach Cam 11. Once he was up, Jeremy moved the flashlight around the camera, looking around for any wires loose. It took a little bit, but Jeremy managed to find the problem: a black wire was unplugged...

Jeremy's eyes narrowed in curiousity. Now when did that happen? It was working perfectly fine yesterday. Who unplugged it? Instead of focusing on that, Jeremy decided to trow that question out the window and feel for an empty plug in the back. Soon enough, Jeremy managed to find it. Using some expert navigating and a lot of patience, Jeremy finally got the wire plugged back in.

'the camera should be working now.' Jeremy thought. While he was there though, Jeremy decided to double check for any miswiring. Jeremy moved the flashlight up, down, left, right, and diagonal. In a matter of minutes, Jeremy could conclude that everything appeared to be in place.

Suddenly...a couple heavy footsteps could be heard behind the stool, in the gaming room. Jeremy froze in place. Oh god...Is that what he thinks it is? Jeremy stood there, frozen in place for another 5 minutes. During those 5 minutes, the footsteps began getting closer and closer to the stool he was standing on. Jeremy was too afraid to do anything except for shining his flashlight into the camera.

In one slow move, the footsteps stopped. Jeremy could feel the presence of a super tall figure behind him...Jeremy, growing extremely intimidated and anxious, slowly turned himself around to look the animatronic in the face. As he turned the flashlight around with him, the flashlight began to give Jeremy mental hints on which animatronic it was. The first thing he noticed, was that the animatronic was brown. A chocolate-shade of brown with an orange hue on its belly and inner face. The eyes were open wide, staring at Jeremy with its light blue iris's.

Jeremy gasped rather slowly as he processed the gigantic robotic bear that stood in front of him. For a couple seconds, the animatronic didn't move. It just stared at Jeremy. Stared deep into his soul...Jeremy just stared back at it, looking at the big bear as the visibly shaky flashlight shone onto it.

Suddenly, Freddy's jaw opened a little bit, revealing the pitch black inside of his mouth. Jeremy let out a terrified whimper in reaction to the sudden movement. Following suit, Freddy's head tilted to the side, like a curious puppy. Now, Freddy was staring intently at him with this tilted 'surprise' look. By now, Jeremy's teeth were chattering nervously. After a couple seconds of staring at the security guard, Jeremy lessened his chattering teeth and focused on his breathing instead. With his anxiety losing its power, Jeremy began to look at the Freddy Fazbear robot more closer. Jeremy couldn't even fathom how big it was! It was gigantic next to him! Jeremy felt like a toddler, looking up at such a tall animatronic like that.

Next: Jeremy looked at its eyes a little closer, to see what's inside...

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Freddy shouted.

Jeremy shouted and threw his flashlight up in terror. Jeremy jumped and quickly attempted to take a few steps back...only for his body to fall much more backwards than he wanted! Jeremy had forgotten he was standing on a stool, and was currently falling backwards as a result. Jeremy thought he was gonna fall onto the ground and get a concussion. Jeremy yelped and shut his eyes as he braced for impact.

Out of nowhere, in a quick motion, someone had grabbed his ankles and lifted him up to save him from hitting his head! Jeremy opened his eyes almost immediately, and looked in front of him. It was just the gaming room. Whoever had grabbed him, must've grabbed his ankles from behind.

Suddenly, Jeremy felt his body get lifted up!

"WELCOME EVERYBODY, TO FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA!" the animatronic shouted. "I'M FREDDY FAZBEAR, AND I'D LIKE TO WISH YOU, THE BIRTHDAY BOY, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" the voice declared very loudly.

Jeremy began to panic. He could just sense the death that was awaiting him. In an attempt to prevent it, Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut and began shouting.

"NononoNONONONO! LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN! I HAVE A LIFE TO LIVE, A PASSION TO FULFILL! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Jeremy shouted desperately.

Everything went silent for a moment or two. "...Kill you?" the same voice said.

Jeremy opened one of his eyes. It was pretty dark. The only source of lighting available, was from the flashlight he had dropped from getting spooked. Other than that, he couldn't see very well.

"What do we have here?" Someone said beside him. Swiftly, a pair of large, yellow legs walked in front of Jeremy's view.

Jeremy looked down to see the rest of the animatronic. It was the new, girly-looking Chica. "Ch-Chica! Uh-...hi..." Jeremy reacted, still quite scared to talk or even move for that matter.

"Why are you upside down?" Chica asked.

Jeremy was about to answer, when Freddy quickly took over for him. "He fell off the stool, and I caught him." Freddy explained.

"Oh. And you happened to catch him upside down?" Chica asked.

"He fell backwards. It was the closest part I could reach!" Freddy added. Jeremy heard a mechanical turning sound. "Now that I mention it, he hasn't thanked me yet." Freddy mentioned. Jeremy's eyes widened. How stupid of him! Freddy literally saved him from a concussion! How could he have forgotten to say thank you?!

"Oh-um...Thank you...for catching me." Jeremy finally said.

"You're welcome!" Freddy replied.

Jeremy waited for something to happen. Anything. He waited for Freddy or Chica to grab his body, and shove him into a suit...That was how it worked, right?

"So...are you gonna do it?" Jeremy asked, fully expecting death at this point.

Chica looked at Freddy, confused. "Do what?" Chica asked.

"Are you gonna kill me? Shove me into a suit? Leave my dead body to rot inside the suit?!" Jeremy asked, still overwhelmed with anxiety.

Chica bent down to get a better look at the night guard. "It looks like Mr. Emily hired another 'daredevil' night guard. Do you really believe those rumors?" Chica asked. Jeremy looked to his left. He looked to his right. He looked all around the view in front of him, in an attempt to make sense of it all.

"So...you're not gonna kill me then?" Jeremy clarified.

"No! We're not gonna kill you!" Chica replied before walking away. Jeremy took the moment of quiet time to process what had just happened. He wasn't gonna die! That's great news!

"Found them!" Chica yelled. Without any warning whatsoever, the lights came on! Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut. The lights were so bright at first! As Jeremy's eyes slowly began to adjust, Chica and Freddy began to inspect the upside down man in their grasp.

"That's a big child." Chica commented.

"He's grown up. He's a male, grown up child." Freddy corrected.

Chica looked down at the floor, and eyed up a black and white object on the ground. Then, she bent down and picked it up. "What's this?" Chica asked. Jeremy's eyes widened. It looked like his hat! Jeremy felt his head and sure enough, all he could feel was his dirty blonde hair.

"Hey! That's mine!" Jeremy explained, reaching his arms out in an attempt to get it. Jeremy's arms only reached so far though. Chica's arms were around 3 feet in front of him.

Chica looked at the upside down human. "What is it?" Chica asked.

"It's my hat, and I want it back." Jeremy replied.

Chica looked at the small human that was being held by her best friend. "Flip him over." Chica suggested.

"Okay." Freddy replied. The robot bear let go of one of Jeremy's ankles, and allowed only one hand to hold him up by his ankle. Next, Freddy wrapped his hand around Jeremy's waist and grabbed on. Not fully expecting the waist squeeze, Jeremy let out a few surprise giggles. But, this didn't slow or stop Freddy's progress at all. Letting go of Jeremy's ankle, Freddy placed his other hand around Jeremy's other part of his waist. Lastly: Freddy lifted him up. Now, Jeremy was staring at Freddy, with his back towards Chica.

Almost immediately after transition, Jeremy began to feel overwhelmed by how small he was, compared to Freddy. So, he started pushing against Freddy's hands and wiggling to get free. He had a job to get to! He did NOT have the time for this silliness!

"Let me go!" Jeremy yelled at Freddy, still pushing against Freddy's fingers.

"He's wiggling a lot. Is he having a temper tantrum?" Freddy asked curiously. Chica looked at the squirming, frustrated man in Freddy's grasp.

"I think so." Chica replied. "Try throwing him up in the air and catching him. I've seen parents do it. Kids love it!" Chica suggested.

Jeremy's eyes widened in horror. Was he about to be thrown up like a toddler and caught by an animatronic?! Sadly he was right. Freddy actually followed her advice. Freddy threw Jeremy up in the air, a good 5 feet, and readied his hands for when gravity would do its job. Jeremy shouted all the way up, and continued his shouting all the way down into Freddy's arms again. This wasn't calming! This wasn't comforting at all! This was terrifying! This just made Jeremy's anxiety skyrocket in a matter of seconds! Jeremy couldn't do anything, except experience the light g-force as he flew up, and feel his stomach drop as gravity pulled him back down.

The sudden feeling of falling and being caught by gigantic hands was both relieving, and bloodcurdling all at once. It made him feel slightly better knowing he wasn't gonna fall onto the ground with a loud splat, but it also disturbed him that he was gonna end up in the arms of a huge robotic bear. Either way: this was not helping him whatsoever.

By the time the sixth throw and catch had happened, Jeremy was visibly shaking in the arms of the animatronic. Jeremy's face was visibly traumatized. Freddy didn't know it, but Jeremy's body was actually a lot more fragile than Freddy's body was. So Freddy's throwing and catching, could actually be seen as mishandling, or negligence in the eyes of the police. But how could a new animatronic know about that?

Finally after one last throw, Freddy had noticed Jeremy's state and stopped throwing him. "Chica, the throwing isn't helping him. He looks scared." Freddy reacted.

Chica looked at the man. Freddy was right. The adult was trembling in fear. As she tried to think of what to do, Freddy decided to try something.

"What's your name?" Freddy asked.

Jeremy looked up amidst his trembling. Soon, Jeremy looked down at the floor and allowed his hair to cover up his face. "Jeremy." He whispered.

"Jeremy?" Freddy clarified. The animatronic bear let one of his hands go free, and attempted to lift Jeremy's chin up with his finger. As soon as Jeremy's face was visible again, Jeremy turned his head away from Freddy, refusing to show his face or even look at him. Freddy placed two of his fingers on Jeremy's cheek, and lightly put pressure on the hand to turn his head towards the front. Jeremy, not wanting to show his face at all, pushed Freddy's hand away and turned his frowny face away. Lastly, Jeremy crossed his arms to add to the attitude.

He looked angry. But why? "He's...pouting." Freddy reacted.

"Really?" Chica clarified.

"Yeah." Freddy replied.

"Then come on! Let's cheer him up!" Chica replied.

"Okay! Hey Jeremy: Do you like jokes?" Freddy asked.

Jeremy groaned in annoyance. He didn't mind jokes normally, but he grew to hate the childish jokes. They were told way too many times, like a song on replay. He was sick and tired of them. They got really annoying, especially when he got older. So, he answered:

"No. I don't like jokes." Jeremy replied with an attitude. Freddy's mouth opened in surprise. This man was like a grumpy old man. He's seen one or two of those in the last couple days. But this? This was new. This man had a bad attitude.

"Funny...We have a stubborn one. He doesn't like jokes." Chica reacted, lifting her finger up to Jeremy's neck. Jeremy kept his head frozen to the side, but softened his expression and turned his eyes towards the yellow finger in curiousity.

Without any warning, Chica fluttered the finger up and down, on Jeremy's exposed neck. Jeremy's body jumped and curled inwards to cover up the spot. A squeal left Jeremy's mouth before he began flailing his hands towards the finger's direction to stop it.

Freddy's eyelids opened wider. "He's ticklish!" Freddy declared excitedly. Freddy placed his hand onto Jeremy's ribcage, and began squeezing it. Jeremy's mouth morphed into a wobbly smile. The security guard bursted into giggles almost immediately, and attempted to remove the hand from his ribcage. But, the hand just wasn't budging. Jeremy was forced to take the tickling.

"Lehehehehet mehehehehe gohohohohoho! Ihihi nehehehed to wohohohohork!" Jeremy begged.

"But you ARE working! you're entertaining us now!" Freddy reacted. "Here: I'll hold his arms, and you try out his armpits. I heard they can be very ticklish." Freddy explained briefly. Chica nodded in agreement, and watched as Freddy lifted up his upper arms with an index finger on each side.

Jeremy's eyes widened to the side of saucers! He began protesting as much as possible. "No, please! L-look! I'm feeling a lot better! See? I don't need tickles!" Jeremy pleaded, putting on a fake smile to prove it. But, Chica was persistent! Chica began to poke and scratch at Jeremy's armpits with her curled index fingers. "I DOHOHON'T NEHEHEHEHEHEED TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!" Jeremy shouted before dissolving into long fits of laughter.

"I think you do!" Chica replied.

"Yeah! You were being a naughty little boy with a really bad attitude. I think you deserve some cheer-up tickles for that." Freddy added, unintentionally teasing him. Jeremy's laughter echoed throughout the entire room. And, it only got louder from there! Freddy decided to use his flexible thumbs to poke Jeremy's armpits as well.

Jeremy squealed and began to flail and kick his hanging feet as he cackled and laughed. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI'M TOOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHISH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He reacted.

"Fascinating! He's able to talk through his laughter!" Freddy reacted.

"OHOHOHOF COHOHOHOURSE IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN!" Jeremy yelled through his laughter.

"I wonder where else he's ticklish?" Chica asked, retreating her hands.

Freddy thought for a moment, "Oh! I know!" Freddy exclaimed before lifting Jeremy up higher. Freddy moved one of his hands back onto Jeremy's waist, and grabbed one of Jeremy's shoes with his other hand.

"What- What are you doing?" Jeremy yelled. Freddy removed the slip on shoe off of Jeremy's foot, and let it fall to the floor with a loud clap. "Hey! Put my shoe back!" Jeremy yelled.

"Here: Your turn to hold him." Freddy said, before throwing Jeremy old-granny style over to Chica.

Jeremy was NOT ready for that. No human should ever be ready for being thrown like that! It's impossible usually. But if it IS possible, It's always frowned upon for being inhumane! But, why should animatronics know that? Heck, animatronics shouldn't be able to move around at night! Yet, here they are, throwing and tickling a security guard in the middle of the night.

Chica caught Jeremy as carefully as she could, and held onto Jeremy at the hips. Then, Freddy walked himself over to the two of them and lifted up Jeremy's socked foot. Just to check, Freddy fluttered a finger on Jeremy's arch for a couple seconds. Jeremy squealed and let out a few giggles. That confirmed everything! So, to get as much fun out of the moment as possible, Freddy removed Jeremy's black sock to reveal Jeremy's bare foot.

Freddy took a few moments to just stare at the bare foot. "That's what your feet look like?" Freddy asked as he poked and wiggled his finger on the bottom of his foot.

Jeremy began laughing almost immediately. "Yehehehehes! Nohohow stahahahahap ihihihihit!" Jeremy replied, shaking his head and messing up his hair.

"No way! I just started!" Freddy complained before adding a second wiggly finger to the foot.

"NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIT'S COHOHOHOHOLD! IHIHI DOHOHOHON'T LIHIHIHIHIKE IHIHIHIT!" the security guard shouted.

Freddy tilted his head. "You don't like my cold fingers?" Freddy clarified.

"IHIHIHIT'S COHOHOHOHOLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jeremy reacted.

"Oh. Well I'm sorry, but I can't help that! You're gonna have to sit tight and get used to my cold, fat fingers." Freddy teased. Jeremy just groaned through his laughter, as he continued squirming and wiggling in Chica's grasp. How was this actually happening right now?! Was one of the animatronics seriously tickling his foot in the middle of the night?! How did his night even come to this?! Jeremy couldn't even remember! He was too distracted by the cold, ticklish plastic at the bottom of his feet.

All of a sudden, everything went quiet...Freddy's fingers stopped tickling so they could hear properly. In a moment of silence, a faint sound could be heard in the distance. Somewhere in the room, a quiet music box tune could be heard, twinkling in the background. It sounded similar to the century-old tune, Pop goes the Weasel...But suddenly...the music box stopped, and the clicking sound of a closing door could be heard, before pure silence...

Jeremy gasped in horror. THE MUSIC BOX! MARIONETTE! HE'S ESCAPED THE MUSIC BOX! Jeremy attempted to yell out loud, to get someone's attention. But, Chica had moved her index finger up to Jeremy's mouth and covered it quickly.

"He's coming." Freddy said. Jeremy whimpered in pure paranoia. Was he gonna die? Was the marionette gonna kill him? Was the camera going to record is very last moments? Were people gonna watch the camera to figure out how he died?...Would they blame his death on bad decisions? What would happen to his body?! WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?! JEREMY DEMANDED TO KNOW!

A sound managed to knock Jeremy out of his anxious rambling. That sound was no footstep...it was the sound of a garbage can falling in the very room they were in. Jeremy's eyes widened. Marionette was getting closer! No! NO! NOOO!

This is it...he's gonna die...He's gonna be found in a few hours, ripped apart on the floor...He could guarantee it.

There, standing in front of them, was a tall, thin animatronic with a white mask, lipstick and purple stripes down the eyes. The animatronic doll's sleeves and leggings were striped black and white, and the doll's chest had 3 little buttons sewn onto it.

"Hi Marionette! your narrow fingers would do quite nicely for what we're doing." Freddy explained.

Jeremy's eyes widened. Excuse me? Narrow fingers? Was...was Freddy inviting Marionette to tickle him? Jeremy didn't know how he felt about this...

The Puppet walked closer to the trio. He bent his lower arm up, and looked down at its 3, narrow fingers. He wiggled them up and down. Jeremy tensed up and looked away. He couldn't watch. The wiggly, narrow fingers were making him flustered and embarrassed. He couldn't dare imagine what those narrow fingers would feel like on his body...The fingers were thin like human fingers, but pointy on the end. Therefore: they were capable of strategy and precision...

Marionette walked closer and closer to Jeremy and stopped to look at him in the eyes. Jeremy just froze in place...afraid to move...Marionette looked at the guard, almost curiously. Marionette turned its head and just stared blankly into the guard. Then, the puppet looked down at the leg and the bare foot, and picked it up with its 3 fingers.

This animatronic isn't cold. It's covered in some kind of fur-like fabric. It's strange. But all the thoughts that had went through Jeremy's anxious mind, had been thrown away the moment its 3 fingers poked at his foot. Jeremy threw his head back and let out a loud squeal! Freddy and Chica's fingers were thick, allowing them to tickle more skin at one time! The thick fingers were also cold, which only increased the sensitivity!

But with Marionette's fingers...the tickling was SO MUCH WORSE! The thin-size of the fingers made it even more sensitive! The marionette didn't need any cold temperature to make it tickle worse! It had fur for THAT part...

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Jeremy shouted manically. Marionette didn't say anything. At least, not at first. It just scratched and scratched all over the entire arch.

Next, Marionette moved its fingers down to the circular heel! "STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHI'M GOHOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIHIE! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES TOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!" Jeremy begged through his endless laughter.

Marionette paused his fingers and lifted them away from the heel. The puppet looked up at the guard...and spoke in his small, female voice... "Seeing you powerless is like music to me." The puppet told him.

Jeremy just stared at the puppet in fear and anxiety. Instantaneously though, Jeremy's anxiety left his mind as he threw his head back and just HOWLED with new-found laughter. Marionette had found his secret little death spot: his toes. Specifically, under his toes. Marionette was scratching all 3 of their fingers underneath Jeremy's toes, making sure to give each and every toe lots of attention.

"NAHAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOHOES! NAHAHAHAT MY SEHEHENSIHIHITIHIVE TOHOHOHOES! THEHEHEHEY'RE TOHOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH FOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIHIHIS!" Jeremy yelled desperately.

Marionette began scratching all 3 fingers left and right underneath Jeremy's toes.

"AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Jeremy laughed hysterically.

Then...Marionette did something only Satan himself would be capable of: Marionette pulled a couple of Jeremy's toes back, and began scratching the more exposed spaces underneath the deathly ticklish toes.

Jeremy was cackling like a mad man. The poor guy was losing energy rather quickly. His pushing and squirming had began to slow, and tears had started forming in his eyes. Not to be confused with tears of pain, of course. This wasn't painful for Jeremy. Though this kind of fighting presents itself with a few cons, It wasn't torturous either. It was...strangely playful. It sort of reminded Jeremy of the stories his friends would tell him, of the tickle fights they had with their siblings growing up. Some tickle fights were pure playfulness, other tickle fights were slightly torturous. But in the end, they still loved each other.

Was Jeremy beginning to like the animatronics? Not intimate of course, but...Was Jeremy beginning to appreciate the animatronics' tickling? Surely not! That's absurd!...unless...

Marionette finally lifted its fingers away from Jeremy's toes. Jeremy took full advantage of the break, sucking as much air into his lungs as he possibly can. It feels so good to be able to breath properly. His whole body was drenched in sweat, starting at his forehead and running down his lower back. He felt hot. He needed to cool down.

"I like you. You're fun." Freddy declared.

Chica turned Jeremy around, so she could see his face. "Are you okay?" Chica asked.

Jeremy giggled and kicked his feet in reaction. "I'm fine...I'm ohohokAHAhahahahay! HEHEHEhehehey!" Jeremy replied, suddenly bursting into even more joy-filled giggles. Chica tilted his head, puzzled. "Yohohohour hahahahands ahahare tihihihicklihihing mehehe!" Jeremy replied through his giggle fit.

Chica's beaked mouth opened. "I'm holding onto you. Why is this making you laugh?" Chica asked before tightening her grip on Jeremy's waist. Jeremy's eyes squeezed shut as more laughter just left his mouth through his toothy smile.

"Yohohohour squeeehehehehehezing myhyhy hihihihihihips! My hihihihips ahahahare tihihihicklihihish!" Jeremy explained.

"Wow! You're ticklish just about everywhere!" Freddy reacted. Marionette giggled alongside Jeremy as it watched the silliness take place.

"Oh Cohohohome ohohohon! IHIHIHI THOHOHOHOUGHT YOHOHOHOU WEHEHERE DOHOHONE!" Jeremy yelled as his laughter grew louder. Marionette had reached its fingers into Jeremy's armpit, and began scratching lightly.

"Your laugh is very fun to hear! I wanna hear more of it!" Freddy explained.

Jeremy gulped. He didn't really say yes right away, but he didn't want to say no either. He needed to think about it for a few seconds. The truth is, Jeremy didn't mind this. It eased his anxiety and made him grow less scared of the animatronics.

So, Jeremy gave them a nod to proceed. Then, Jeremy abrupted into brand new fits of laughter! How long was Jeremy gonna be like this? Who know? Jeremy didn't care. Not one bit...

[vannahfanfics]

Romance Dawn

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia

Requested by: @searchfortheonepiece (Tumblr)

“-Happy birthday dear Luuuuucyyyyy! Happy birthday to youuuuu~!”

Lucy’s cheeks were glowing an animated, happy pink as they hollowed for her to suck in a breath, then inflated as she released it to extinguish the sputtering little flames ornamenting the handful of candles that were decorating her birthday cake. As soon as the fires were diminished, Lucy’s eager fingers plucked the wax constructions from the cake; the sooner she could have that mouthful of delicious confection in her mouth, the better! Mirajane’s cooking and baking skills were both legendary, and the creamy texture of the buttercream icing and the flecks of moist cake dropping from the ends of the candles had Lucy’s mouth nearly drooling. Mirajane, seeing her squirm in anticipation, chuckled and wasted no time in carving a large sliver from her creation. No sooner than it dropped down on a plate in front of her did Lucy dive into it was a plastic fork. She nearly melted into a puddle on the spot.

“Oh my God, Mirajane, it’s delicious!” Her compliment was a bit distorted from the square of cake that was bulging in her cheeks, but Mirajane received it well enough.

“Why, thank you, Lucy. Happy birthday!”

As per tradition, the guild had orchestrated a massive birthday party to celebrate Lucy turning one year older. Following the eating (or, absolute destruction of) the birthday cake, the members participated in a number of fun, zany party games that of course took a turn for the deadly as the more monstrously powerful mages got a little bit too competitive. Juvia had to put out at least four fires that Natsu started, Natsu and Gray got in no less than seven fistfights, and somehow poor Wendy got suspended by the back of her dress from the chandelier and cried until Gajeel got her down. It was no less than what Lucy expected from a Fairy Tail party, and she thoroughly enjoyed it; however, even she had her social meter, and thus when everyone was occupied watching Cana and Erza in a beer-chugging contest, she stole out of the front entrance for a brief moment of respite.

They had been at it since about ten in the morning. As she closed the guild’s door quietly shut behind her, she was a little amazed that the sun was setting already. How time flies, she marveled silently. The sun was only halfway down the sky, a thin streak of blue hovering over a cascade of yellow, orange, then deep red as the burning ball of light encroached on the cityscape that housed the Fairy Tail guild. The buildings were thrown into deep shadows as they eclipsed the roiling sun. Violet began to spill down from the north, slowly seeping into the slimming trail of blue sky like ink traveled down a page. A small, content smile was on Lucy’s face as she leaned up against the outside wall of the guild watching the beautiful sunset. Life really was all able the simple pleasures. One by one, the stars blotted into existence, little glittering diamonds on a fluttering cape of night.

“Hey, Lucy. What’re you doin’ out here?” Lucy’s brown eyes tore away from the splendorous display as she was suddenly address. The wooden door clicked shut behind Natsu as he stepped out onto the cobblestone street, looking at her with curious green eyes slightly offset with the tilt of his head. Before he could ask if she was dissatisfied in some way, she gave him a light, reassuring smile.

“Ah, I just came out here to get some fresh air, that’s all! Who won the drinking contest?”

“Cana did, of course. Now Erza’s sloshed,” he answered. The sag in his shoulders and weary expression combined with the faint rumbling of upended tables and slung chairs echoing from within the massive building indicated that Erza’s rage had been released upon the poor denizens of the guild. No wonder Natsu snuck outside too; he was sure to be caught up in it in one way or another if he lingered too long. His face only held that uncomfortable frown for a moment before it brightened to that beautiful, sunny smile that Lucy loved so dearly. Lucy loved so many things about him- that cotton-candy tufty hair that she so longed to run her fingers through, his magnetically energetic personality that seemed to draw her in so powerfully, those green eyes that shone like a grassy summer meadow threaded with emerald flowers… Yet, it was that smile that always captured her, so pure and alight with unbridled joy and child-like affection. Seeing it always made Lucy’s heart clench in her chest- both from the absolutely absurd adorableness and the fact that Natsu likely didn’t see Lucy in the way she saw him. Ugh, don’t think about stuff like that right now… It’s your birthday, dammit!

“Wow, it’s gettin’ dark fast,” Natsu commented as he walked over to lean up against the wall beside her, hands slipped into the pockets of his baggy shorts. He was entire head taller than her, so she had to crane her neck to look at him; the way he was intently staring up at the setting sun made her suck in a small breath. The light played over him beautifully; his sharp jawline was accented into a ridge sharper than Erza’s blades as the shadows passed over his body, and in other areas his skin took on a golden hue from the intensity of the sun’s final moments. His green eyes sparkled with hidden flecks of treasured gold, while his cotton-candy hair seemed to burn all the brighter atop his head, almost the color of azaleas. Lucy’s cheeks flashed that color as his green eyes flickered to meet hers; she was all but caught red-handed gawking at him like a lovestruck teenager. His canines flashed at her as a smug grin spread across his features. “Anyway, Lucy, I have a present for you.”

“Oh?” Her embarrassment was immediately forgotten at the promise of a gift. He turned such that he was propped up against the wall at an angle, large bicep molding into the grain of the wood as his other hand fished deep into his pocket. Lucy’s eyes widened as, with a triumphant grin, his arm flew up to reveal a fist wrapped around the slightly swaying silver chain of a pendant necklace. A couple of little star charms hung on the end of the necklace, and the celestial mage immediately felt her heart swell to the point of bursting with gratitude. “Oh, Natsu… It’s so pretty…” she whispered as delicate fingers rose to run over the white enamel decorating the little silver star shapes. Natsu grin was brighter than the setting sun overhead.

“Lemme put it on for you!” he said with a motion for her to turn around. Lucy did as bid, her hand smoothly sliding her blonde pigtails away from the nape of her neck to allow him unrestricted access. She could not hide the sharp inhale of breath as his fingers ghosted over her skin, raising the small, light hairs at the base of her scalp at his feather-like touches. His nimble, sure hands attached the clasp at the back of her neck and the charms fell down against her chest, and Lucy thought that would be that; however, her entire body stiffened as she was greeted with an unexpected and riveting sensation- Natsu’s lips, pressed against the small patch of skin just above where the chain wound around her slender neck. The tension of the chords of muscles in her body prompted him to push his lips further against her skin and give a sultry murmur of her name.

“N-Natsu,” she stammered and compulsively reached up to enclose a hand around the star charms dangling at her neck, though she hadn’t the faintest idea why; perhaps, she was in desperate need to ground herself on something corporeal, lest she float away from the sheer amount of helium-like bliss bubbling up inside her body. Natsu seemed to realize that she was in no way resisting. Lucy audibly evidenced that as she breathed a deep, shaky sigh at the feeling of his hands returning to her neck, one steadying over the pulsing beat of her jugular while the other slid forward to gently cup her chin, slowly pulling her face back over her shoulder. Lucy’s hazy brown eyes were met with emerald pools of yearning desire and she lightly parted her lips on complete reflex. “Natsu,” she breathed again, an open invitation.

Natsu didn’t waste it.

A low moan hummed in her throat as his mouth enveloped hers. His lips were softer than clouds and sweeter than honey, melting over hers like the finest chocolate. The fluffy pink fibers of his hair weaved into her own long, trailing blonde strands as he moved rhythmically against her, like he wanted to feel every centimeter of her mouth and then some. The hand resting at the side of her neck slowly crept forward to push over the hand that was holding the star charms in a white-knuckled grip, slowly teasing her fingers apart to entwine them tightly with his. When they finally broke apart, they were both a little winded, their huffing pants for air mingling in the very thin stretch of July air between their faces. Lucy’s eyes fluttered as she remained momentarily suspended in the lusty haze, while Natsu beamed broadly and rested his forehead against hers.

“Happy birthday.” After the fog had finally lifted from her brain, Lucy blinked before giving him a sweet smile.

“Hehe, thank you, Natsu. I couldn’t have asked for a better present.”

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon to allow the curtain of night to fall, it signaled a new romance dawn for Lucy and Natsu’s relationship…

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[candyshua]

It’s a Long Way Home | Chapter 3

Pairing: Joshua x Minghao x Reader

Synopsis: It was dark, and then it was light. You’re finally lucid. After 15 years of not being conscious, you wake up in a desolate and post-apocalyptic earth where infected flesh-eating beings roam the streets. Soon enveloped into a mysterious group of survivors, you consistently wonder who they are. But most importantly, who are you?

Genre: Heavy angst, some fluff here and there

Warnings: Gore, bad language, physical & verbal abuse

Word Count: 2.1k

"Y/N," Minghao started anxiously, "remember what I taught you."

"No," You argued, "fight your hardest. But you look out for yourself. If they get me, then let them. Worry about yourself, Minghao." The desperate look in his eyes showed you that he didn't want to comply, but you got out of the car before he could respond. You walked over to the men with a deep pit in your stomach, but you made sure you weren't readable. Minghao followed after, walking up to you and shielding you protectively.

"Can we help you?" Minghao shouted, a permanent scowl etched in his features. While Minghao covered your body, you tried to reach for a gun that was tucked in his waistband.

"You can make this easy. Give us your shit and nobody will have to die." A husky man growled, any you could physically feel Minghao's muscles tense up. While trying to reach for the gun, the same man purred at you. "Oh, why hello there, sweetheart. I know what you're doing, and don't fucking do it; or I'll blow your brains out." He ordered, cocking his gun and pointing it at you. You didn't exactly know what to do in this situation, but Minghao put his hands above his head so you did that too. "Drop the gun." The bearded, gruff man demanded and you did.

Other men went to your car, and gaped at the massive duality of weaponry stacked in it. "Boss," One of the men said, "they're decked. There's no way in hell that they're surviving on their own, come look at this."

The man whom you assumed to be their boss jogged over, as you sucked in a wispy but annoyed breath. You glanced at Minghao, and you could see the worried look on his face. They were going to find out that you two weren't exactly struggling, and they were going to force you to take them back to camp. You were not going to let that happen.

"Minghao, when I say run I mean you fucking run. Get out of sight as fast as possible, and get back to your people." You hissed, and before he could argue you screamed "RUN!" and picked up the gun from off the ground. You shot one of the 10 men in the leg, and he went down immediately. You begged to the gods that you doubted that Minghao ran, and you smiled when he was no where in sight. You shot one of the men reaching through a door in your car somewhere in the stomach, and he dropped like a fly.

You knew you weren't going to win against all of the men, but you took down as many as you could. But then your mind traveled to the gas tank of the car, and you smiled quite mischievously. You would burn all of the supplies and kill some of them, but that means that they would never get a hold of your things. So, with one final shot, a bullet whipped through the air and into the gas tank.

With a deafening roar, the car exploded into orange fiery bits. Raspy screams from the men in the car were heard over the collision and ash. You tried to make a run for it, but their leader pounced on top of you, and your head plummeted straight onto the tar of the road. Within seconds, you were out.

-

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the pounding ache in your head. Then, you felt burns on your wrists and ankles. You opened your eyes to nothing but black, and it took you a while until you realized you had a blindfold on. You could only see when you looked down, so you tilted your head up and peaked through to see nothing but a cold, dank basement. The walls were gray, and a musty odor captivated your nostrils. You wanted to scream, but at the same time you didn't want to let the people know you were awake. You assumed you were tied up, and that the remainder of the men got you after you took them down.

You struggled a bit, but the ropes withholding you were indestructible. You soon heard a muffle gargle, and your covered eyes widened when your ears distinctly remembered the noise. It was one of the infected.

Soon, you started screaming for help, not caring that you showed you were awake. You heard footsteps walk down the stairs, and soon your blindfold was taken off. You were face to face with their gruff leader, a man whom you did not want to reckon with. "So you've met our little friend, huh?" He taunted, referring to the walker being contained by very feeble ropes. Those ropes could snap any minute, and the teeth of the rotting fleshed monster would sink into your skin, ending your very brief life.

"What do you want?" You asked darkly, anger spilling from your tongue. Your eyes met his brown ones, and he merely smiled.

"You see, I may seem like the bad guy. But you killed six of my men, you fucking bitch!" He maniacally screamed, and then he threw his fist toward your face. It collided with your jaw painfully, and you let out a disgruntled moan, the ache instantly kicking in. "Ah, I shouldn't have messed up your pretty face, darling. Let's get on a first name basis, shall we? I'm Seungcheol, what about you darling?" You spat in his face.

You were then greeted with a kick right to the stomach, leaving you breathless and dazed. The pain was overwhelming, consuming you like a sheer meal. You knew you were done for, but you weren't going down without a fight. "Let me ask that again. What. Is. Your. Name." Seungcheol spat through gritted teeth. You only smirked, and spat weakly, some blood in your spit this time.

Each time he asked you a question, you refused to answer. That resulted in you bathing in horrendous pain, as various gashes and bruises coated your body. Collisions upon collisions overpowered you, each one of his fire punches or kicks not powerful enough to break your spirit. You were on the verge of passing out, until you heard an unfamiliar voice shout upstairs. "Boss! HELP!" It croaked, and both of you knew exactly why he was shouting. He only smirked deviously, and cut the ropes holding the straggler behind within seconds, and zipped upstairs while muttering,

"Have fun!"

The infected monster immediately started walking towards you, its slow limping only dragging on your inevitable death. Each step it took led you to more colorfully anticipate your gruesome, slow death. You were too weak to fight it, and you were tied up. Various throaty gargles were erupting from the creature's rotting mouth, as tears of pain and fear rolled down your face.

But then you remembered why Seungcheol left in the first place. They were here, to save you.

So you screamed at the top of your fucking lungs. Within seconds, Joshua came sprinting down the stairs. His eyes widened when he saw you, and Minghao came tumbling after who didn't even flinch at the sight of you. Joshua was on top of the walker within seconds, sticking a knife through its fragile head and finally putting its life to an end. "Go help them upstairs, I got her." Joshua ordered, and Minghao just nodded and looked at you, his eyes screaming so many apologies, and your warm eyes forgave him. Without any words traded, he smiled sadly and ran back upstairs. Joshua began untying your legs, then your arms. "I was worried sick. When we saw the ruckus, where the fire was, we thought you were in that." Joshua confided, while looking you in the eyes powerfully. His words held so much weight, and you tried to ignore the horrible pain so you could respond.

"That...was my doing," You grumbled, flinching each time your jaw had to move, and Joshua merely smiled.

"I know." He said, and then he picked you up bridal style, and you were close enough to view his very angelic features. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his honey glistened skin shiny with perspiration. His eyes chocolate brown eyes were rough, but they had a certain clarity to them. You examined his rounded nose, which you would've found endearing in another moment.

He ran up the stairs, sprinting through the fighting crowds expertly. You recognized Junhui and Hansol fighting against two unfamiliar men, and you took into account that you were in a warehouse. You saw Seungcheol and a few other men escaping, locking eyes with him from far away. He merely glared, and now it was your turn to smile menacingly. And while in Joshua's arms, everything turned black.

-

Pain. That's the only thing you could feel, it canceled out every other feeling of guilt, sadness, fear, or angst. It swallowed you hole, it was an undertow that pulled you out to an ocean of relentless fucking pain. You felt it everywhere, in your feet, your legs, stomach, head, face, arms, hell - even your ears. You forced your eyes open, the blackness of the windows outside signalling that evening was upon the world. You looked around, and you were in a large van with Junhui, Minghao, Hansol, Seungkwan, Cleo, Margo, and Joshua. Minghao was driving, and you were in the middle row sprawled across the entirety of seats. Margo and Cleo were in the fourth row, Seungkwan and Junhui in the last, and Joshua in the front with Minghao. "I'm awake." You croaked, your voice raw and raspy.

Seungkwan crawled over the various rows clumsily, making you smile at his dorkiness. You needed the comic relief right about now. He checked your wounds, asked you basic questions, and your answers clearly scared him.

Your mind traveled back to the "alone time" with Seungcheol, and a familiar pain coated your brain.

"Y/N!" The Doctor shouted, punching you relentlessly. You cried, broken down and beaten to the point of hopelessness. You would never try to escape again, you promised that about a thousand times. "You're lucky we're not killing you, Zero." The Doctor muttered sickly, and you cried more. You were 15, stuck in that place your entire damn life.

"I'm so sorry!" You sobbed, as he neared you with a knife. He smiled mercilessly, sadistically, and then he slit your wrist. It bled uncontrollably, and the hot stinging pain was all you could focus on. The blood squirted out of the punctured wound, the cut deep and red. The skin was raw, and the feeling of the metal gliding across your skin drove you close to insanity. It was amazing how you weren't insane yet, but it was your determined spirit that kept you alive. It certainly dwindled throughout the years of you being here, but it survived nonetheless; along with you. "Please stop, I'll never leave ever! PLEASE!" You begged, as he continued to punch you and give you little cuts with the knife.

You gasped, the reckoning force of reality sucking you back into the real world. "What happened?" Seungkwan asked worriedly, his eyebrows furrowed sadly while he struggled to breathe properly.

"Memory." Is all you could manage to say. You then rolled the sleeve up on your right wrist, and a very large and clear scar was distinguishable from the rest of the wounds you received in that day. That scar was from The Doctor. You couldn't remember who he was, but all you knew is that you were terrified of him.

"Are you okay? We're almost back." Joshua asked, concern thick in his sad yet worried tone.

"There was a doctor," You hissed, trying to move into a more comfortable position (until you realized that there were no comfortable positions) "and he told me to never try to leave again."

"What?" Minghao sputtered, his eyes glancing to yours through the mirror. You could see the sadness in his eyes, his chocolate orbs reverberating with guilt.

"I can't explain it- I'm too fuzzy. The pain is too much." You cried, your heaved breathing rugged and inconsistent.

"We have painkillers back at Fort Lockwood. Don't worry." Junhui reassured, his tone soft and grateful.

"Y/N, you're fucking amazing." Cleo praised, and you weakly smiled. You saw the familiar forest the fort was hidden in, and you let people carry you inside and into their little "hospital".

You were injected with god knows what, but it made your body and mind numb, and then you fell into the world of nothingness,

[barry-writes]

One Year

Requested by carolshiguti-blog: Barry forgets about his and the reader's one year anniversary and then tries really hard to make up to her.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 2155

A/N: Hey there! This request has been in my askbox for a while and I had a few moments of inspiration to give it some love! I’m glad to be writing again so I hope you like it! x

Masterlist

This morning you woke up earlier than usual for a Saturday, but you were energized nonetheless. You wanted to have some extra time to prepare a special breakfast in bed for your boyfriend since today marked one year that you've been together. It hasn't been all that easy and normal as couples usually are, considering that you met after a metahuman attack and things just started getting more dangerous after you've learned that Barry Allen really is The Flash, but your love for each other has been able to push through all that and survive, so this was definitely a reason to celebrate.

You were quietly preparing the food since Barry was kind of a light sleeper. You made his favorite chocolate chip pancakes and served them on the plate with freshly cut strawberries and bananas, plus some crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, buttered toast, orange juice and coffee. Besides being a special day, Barry does need a lot of calories per day, so you just went over the top with it. 

When it was all prepared you settled everything beautifully in a tray with a small vase and a single flower in it. You carefully took it in your hands and started walking towards your bedroom, pushing the door open with your hip. 

While you entered you took sigh of Barry on the bed, only partially covered by the blankets and still in a deep slumber. You placed the tray on your nightstand and crawled onto the bed, gently positioning yourself on top of him. You started placing soft kisses across his face and lips. 

As he felt the tingling sensation on his skin, Barry let out a sigh and started opening his eyes, immediately smiling when he saw you so close to him. 

“Hey”, he mumbled.

“Hey!”, you replied with a giggle. “Good morning, babe!”, you finished your sentence with a peck on his lips. 

You got out of the bed as he sat up, taking the tray and bringing it to him. His eyes went wide at the sight of all the amazing food.

“Wow”, he smiled bright. “What’s all this? It looks incredible!”.

“I just thought I’d surprise my boyfriend with a special breakfast”, you said with some fake modesty.

“Yeah? And what exactly did I do to deserve such an amazing surprise?”.

“Well, you know... It’s a special day after all”, you said happily as you handed him a cup of coffee.

“Is it?”, he took a long sip. “And what makes it so special? Did something happen?”, he genuinely asked and you laughed.

“C’mon, you know why!”

“I really don-”, he started saying but his cellphone buzzing cut him. “Oh, crap. It’s from Star Labs, it’s an emergency”.

“What? Right now?”, you questioned not even trying to hide your disappointment.

“Yeah, baby, I’m so so sorry, but I have to go!”

“Barry, are you serious right now? You didn’t even eat anything!”.

“There’s no time now, I gotta go”, he looked at you with sorry eyes and kissed your lips. “I’ll make it up to you later, okay? Then we can talk about your special news”.

“It’s not news, Barry, it’s-”

“I love you, Y/N”, he interrupted you and ran off, the gust of wind leaving your hair messy.

“- our anniversary”, you finished your sentence, but there wasn’t anybody there to listen anymore. Your eyes started filling with tears as you looked at the breakfast tray laying there untouched and the thought of Barry forgetting your special day creeped in.

Barry arrived downtown with the team following suit, still sad about leaving you behind with all the work you've done for him. Together, they worked to take down the meta who was robbing the city bank and had the ability to cause earthquakes. Some of the people who got injured due to the falling building pieces were taken to the hospital quickly. 

You were watching everything from your TV. You could barely see The Flash running around with the victims while Cisco, Killer Frost and Ralph tried to distract the villain to avoid causing more harm. Your breath was stuck in your throat, both with worry for your boyfriend putting himself in this dangerous situation and sadness for his neglect towards your relationship. 

After about 40 minutes of fighting, all was said and done. Killer Frost was able to freeze the meta in place, giving the others some extra time to put him down. He was taken to Iron Heights immediately by CCPD and the team returned to Star Labs, where Iris and Joe were calling the shots.

Caitlin advised Barry to stay there for a couple of hours in observation since he appeared to have fractured a rib. He texted you about it but he never got a reply.

“I think Y/N is mad at me”, he mumbled.

“Why is that?”, Iris inquired, one eyebrow quirked.

“I had to leave in the middle of something important she had planned for us this morning”.

“Ok, save us the details”, Cisco grumbled from the back of the room.

“It’s not that, it was just a nice breakfast!”, Barry defended himself. “And she kept saying today is a special day, so I think she wanted to tell me something important, she just didn’t get the chance to yet”.

“Well, maybe that ‘something important’ was supposed to be a ‘congratulations on our anniversary, darling!’“, Iris quipped.

“What?”.

“Barry, today’s been a year that you and Y/N are together!”, Caitlin said.

“WHAT?”, he asked again, louder this time. “Oh my God. Oh my God”.

“Did you seriously forget? I can’t believe you”, Iris scoffed. “She’s been talking about it for like a month!”.

“Well, seems to me that she is indeed mad at you. With a good reason”, Joe said crossing his arms.

“Someone’s in trouble”, Cisco said in a singing tone.

“Ok, this is really not helping me”, Barry started pacing across the room. “I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I forgot it! What do I do?”.

“You could start by going to her place and begging for forgiveness. On your knees”, Iris suggested.

“Yeah, good call”, he got in his running stance as Caitlin called after him.

“Wait, your- “, but he was already gone, only the heavy gust of wind left behind. “- ribs! Oh well, let’s just hope nothing happens”, she shrugged.

In a matter of seconds he was at your door, knocking on it desperately while calling your name. The noise startled you and you rushed to the door, swinging it open.

“Barry, are you crazy?”, you angrily whispered. “This is a building, there’s people all around!”.

“I’m sorry, I just- ”, he started saying, a little out of breath. “I’m sorry. About everything”.

“So, did you figure it out?”, you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the doorframe. He nodded his head, a regretful look in his eyes. “Who had to remind you, though?”, you asked with a sad tone in your voice.

“I- That’s not important. Can I just come in, please? Let’s talk”, he stepped forward to make his way inside, but you put a hand in front of him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Barr. I don’t really feel like talking”.

“Baby, please!”, he pleaded. “I know I’m an idiot, but please, let me fix this!”.

“Not right now. I’m really upset, you know?”, you sighed. "I just really want to be alone. Please, leave”.

“Y/N...”

“Goodbye, Barry”, you said closing the door in front of you. Barry’s sad eyes locked with yours as it shutted.

Barry rushed back to his place, feeling helpless and fearing the worse. He couldn’t get your sad eyes out of his mind.

“You know what?”, he said to himself, sitting up on the couch. “Enough brooding around, I’ll fix this right now”.

He got his cellphone and called Joe, asking if he still had the contact of the Jitters’ owner. Once Joe gave him some help talking to the guy, Barry started putting his plan into practice.

After the whole afternoon of preparation, even being The Flash, he headed home only to shower and change into something more anniversary worthy. He took the time to handwrite you a thoughtful note apologizing and inviting you to Jitters tonight. He ran to your apartment and slipped it under your door, ringing the doorbell to get your attention.

Once you found the paper on you floor you picked it up and read it, eyes glossing slightly with tears. They moved to the little corner of the paper where it said “Come dressed up ;)” and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What are you up to, Barry Allen?”.

You were still feeling hurt but also curious, so you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and comply to his invite. You quickly changed into a simple black cocktail dress with some black pumps and made your way to Jitters.

Getting there it was all dark and empty, so clearly you felt confused. You took a chance and pushed the door anyway, which actually opened to your surprise. 

When you looked up you couldn’t hold your smile when you saw several red heart shaped letters hanging from the ceiling. You walked closer to them and noticed they all had pictures of you and Barry, where he made little love declarations as the captions, all describing something special about your relationship. For the moments he wrote where he didn’t have a picture to use, he drew two stick figures to represent you. You looked at every one of them carefully, wiping the tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“That was the night when we first kissed. I thought I was going to pass out, but I think I did a pretty good job”, one of them said. “This was the moment I realized I was completely in love with you and needed you with me forever. And that was only our 5th date”, read the other.

As you reached the back of the shop there were only two more letters left. You laughed when you saw one of them with a picture of Barry pouting, written how sorry he was for everything that happened today. The last one said “Meet me up there” with an arrow pointing to the stairs.

You climbed them and they led you to the Jitters’ rooftop and the vision took your breath away. All over the railings there were twinkling lights iluminating the place alongside the moonlight, in the middle of it there was a table set with two cloches and a vase with beautiful red roses in it, plus a bottle of wine and two glasses. In the background you could hear soft, mellow music playing. And walking towards you, there was him. Gorgeous in a black suit and red tie, smiling bright at the sight of you.

“Hi”, he sheepishly said. 

“Hey”, you smiled. “That’s quite the work you had here”.

“Did you like it?” he asked and you nodded. “You deserve it and so much more. I’m sorry I forgot our anniversary, Y/N. Everything’s just been so crazy lately and my mind was caught up in all The Flash problems. I know that nothing justifies my mistake, but I really hope you can forgive me”.

“You know...It’s hard to stay mad at this face”, you said holding up the picture of him pouting that you kept with you and he chuckled. “I’m kinda sorry too. I guess I overreacted”.

“You didn’t. You have all the right to be upset”.

“Well, let’s get this party started and maybe we can forget about all that, shall we?”.

“Yes, ma’am!”, he smiled brightly as he offered you his arm, not before kissing your lips softly. He guided you to the table and pulled the chair out for you. You sat down and inquired him about dinner.

“I wanted us to have something really special, something that defined us as a couple”, he explained and started lifting the lid to reveal a burger from Big Belly. You laughed out loud and the smile on his face told you that that was exactly the reaction he was expecting.

“Very smart, Allen”, you stated. “Just like the one we had after the meta attack when- “

“When we first met”, he completed your sentence and you smiled. 

You both started eating your fancy meals while sharing stories and connecting, completely leaving behind any hard feelings that might had happened earlier. After that, Barry got up and offered you a hand asking you to dance, to which you gladly accepted.

You stayed close, your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands gently embraced your waist. You swayed together under the moonlight, eyes locked on the other the entire moment. 

“I love you, Y/N”.

“I love you, too. Happy one year!”, you said happily as he closed the distance between you with a sweet and passionate kiss.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

So I wrote a one shot. I watched the film 10 Years a few days ago and it inspired me to write a Star Wars version 🤣 it just focuses on Poe though let’s face it. This is me after all! Poe Dameron lover forever! I didn’t even name it anything interesting.

Yavin High Reunion.

Modern!Poe Dameron x Female Reader

Warnings: mention of divorce, mention of a child, angst! Fluff, smut NSFW 18+, alcohol, did I mention angst? Swearing and possibly a happy ending 👀 Apologises for any mistakes I cannot be bothered to reread it.

Word Count: 7759

You straightened your dress as you got out of the cab, passing money to the driver before turning to look down the high street of your old town. The sky was dark and the shops you had haunted most of your youth were lit by the garish orange street lamps, you smiled slightly as echoes of memories came to you. You had lived in this high street, spending holidays, or a few hours here and there after school, you could always be found here with your friends. But this was the first time you’d seen it since you left when you were 18.

You were late with everyone inside already, just the way you wanted. You placed a hand on your stomach as you breathed deeply trying to control the butterflies that fluttered manically inside you. As soon as High School had finished you left, the only person you really stayed in touch with was your best friend Jess. She had kept you up to date with what everyone else in your group of friends had been doing and you went through stages of missing them, longing for the summer days where you all hung out at the beach, eating picnics, barbecues and getting drunk as the sun finally set.

You closed your eyes briefly before turning to look at the hotel where the reunion was taking place. The grey bricks gave the impression it was a lot fancier than it looked but this hotel hadn’t changed on the outside at all. Music and laughter floated out of the open windows above you and again your stomach cramped nervously. Your last year at school had been a difficult one and you were ashamed with how you dealt with what happened….Jess had said he was coming and really he was the only reason you had come. Steeling yourself you finally took the last steps towards the entrance of the hotel pushing the door open and letting the warm air wash over you.

The foyer was empty, you wrote your name on a sticker and placed it gently on your dress, you could see some class mates had scribbled in the memory book already and you smiled slightly as you read it realising that no one had really grown up in 10 years. Stands displaying photos stood behind the desk and you made a note to come and look at those later. You saw a camera but no camera man and you wondered if that was better, you were leaving straight after this anyway. Your heels rang out on the stairs as you made your way towards the noise of the reunion.

As soon as you opened the door you felt overwhelmed, the beat from the music thrummed through you and you instantly headed towards the bar ordering a double gin and tonic to calm your nerves. You surveyed your surroundings, it had been decorated with the school colours and you winced at the mix of orange, white, red and black realising how much you hated the colours together. You took your glass as your eyes searched the crowd trying to find a face you recognised, well you knew most of them, older but you knew them as they danced smiling at one another. You spied another room and you hoped there was food in that one, you made your way round the edge of the room quickly slipping into the larger room. This room was quieter, long tables laid out with hot plates of food and round tables that were littered with little pockets of people as they caught up.

Some double doors lead outside onto a balcony and you saw the crowd standing out there, you’d never really mixed with them at school but one caught your attention. From where you were standing you could see him perfectly as he lounged on the sofa, his long legs taking up so much room, he looked smart in his suit his long dark hair hadn’t changed in the passing years but he had a serious look on his expression, gone were smiles he used to have at school. You froze as his hazel eyes caught sight of you and he tipped his head slightly in recognition. Kylo Ren had been the one you turned to all those years ago, he had been the one to drive you to the airport even giving you money and helping you get a job so you could flee. You thought about going over but then the blonde head of Phasma came into view as she laid herself all over him and you quickly moved out of sight. Not much had changed in 10 years at all. You felt sad and you debated leaving as you lost your appetite when all of a sudden you were grabbed. You grinned as her dark hair fell all over your face and she squealed loudly in your ear making you grimace in pain .

‘Jess! Ouch!’

‘Oh my god you came!!’ She almost screamed at you .

‘Yes yes! I told you I would!’ She grabbed you for another hug and you squeezed her back, oh how you had missed her! Video calls had nothing on giving your friend a solid hug in person. ‘Where is everyone else?’ You heard yourself ask and she smirked knowing you weren’t really bothered about everyone else. You just wanted to see him.

‘There’s another room, this one has desserts in so clearly we camped in there,’ she winked and you smiled back but your stomach just went into overdrive as she led you back into the bar and across the dance floor. Of course they were in the dessert room, he had such a sweet tooth. You saw them straight away and a wave of people rose to greet you, Finn was first lifting you off the floor as he squeezed the air out of your chest, then Rose and her sister Paige.

‘Aren’t you too old to be here?’ You whispered to her and she laughed.

‘I snuck in no one saw me,’ she winked and let Snap spin you into a dizzying embrace, he gave you a kiss on the cheek before letting your feet touch the floor again. Next you were embraced by his wife Kare, followed by the clowns of the group Beaumont and Ronith. The group parted as they all sat back down and your breath was taken from you as you laid eyes on the love of your life for the first time in so long. Everything melted away as his intense brown eyes blazed into yours, his curls a dark unruly mess on top of his head and you saw he still wore his Dad’s leather jacket; it just fitted him now, perfectly. He rested one leg on his knee, one of his arms was draped over an empty chair and he didn’t get up to greet you. You swallowed plastering a smile on your face and you felt eternally grateful to Jess as she dragged you over the tables to look at the cakes. But you couldn’t see them, your vision swam and you tried desperately to compose yourself.

‘Well, that was intense,’ Jess mumbled as she passed you a plate. You jumped slightly as you heard his rich laugh rise up from the group, you didn’t know you were going to feel this so strongly, the guilt ripped through you and now you really wished you hadn’t come.

‘He hates me,’ you whispered mindlessly spooning some chocolate cake onto your plate.

‘He doesn’t…’

‘Well he should,’ you snapped softly. You slowly walked back to the table with her heading for the empty chair next to Snap but Jess was just a step ahead of you leaving the only chair available was the one Poe had his arm thrown possessively over.

‘C-can I sit here?’ You were acutely aware the group was watching you both as they talked extra loudly trying to cover up the tension. He moved his arm and you slipped into the chair moving it into the table and slightly away from him. You were immediately pulled into the conversation as Beaumont started recounting some funny drunk story and finally you felt yourself relax but only slightly. Your skin tingled every time he spoke or joined it but it was never directly to you and you desperately tried to ignore that.

‘Oh god and then there was prom!’ Ronith blurted out and you instantly felt Poe tense up. A buzzing noise started in your ears as everything drained away, the memory replaying like it was yesterday in your mind.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair looked amazing, your makeup was perfect and your dress was stunning hugging you in all the right places. You looked up at the knock on the door and you knew it was Poe, you bit your lip as you stood at the top of the stairs, your Dad letting him in. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you didn’t care as Poe caught sight of you. His jaw went slack and his brown eyes widened as he swallowed nervously, your eyes raked over his outfit and his navy suit matched your dress perfectly. You slowly made your way down your hand dragging lightly on the banister until he stepped round your Dad a lopsided smile now spreading over his face as he offered you his arm.

‘You look stunning my love,’ he murmured before shooting a nervous glance at your Dad.

‘The limo is here!’ Called your mum and you both stepped outside, your parents took so many photos you tried to hurry them up but Poe was loving it. His eyes barely left you and neither did his hands, until the glare of blue lights chased away the descending darkness. You all frowned as an officer got out of the car along with Poe’s father, you knew something was instantly wrong by the look on Kes’s face.

‘Can we talk inside?’ The officer asked and your parents ushered you all inside. You had sat next to Poe holding his hand when they broke the news to him that his mother had died in a car crash, she was driving back from work hoping to catch him before he left for prom but she never made it. In that moment you had seen him break, completely fall apart before your very eyes and there was nothing you could do to help him. Shara had been a wonderful person and you adored Poe’s parents having grown up in their house as a second home. Seeing his pain had damaged something inside you and all you could think about was running away.

‘Am I right? You two,’ your eyes rose as he gestured to you both of you, ‘must have had a great time at prom we barely saw you…’ Snap punched Beaumont on the shoulder as silence settled on the table. You and Poe had never made it to prom, instead heading to the hospital so he could say a final goodbye. You got up, fumbling a quiet excuse as you hurried away from the group. You needed out, the noise cascaded over you from the bar and you could feel yourself panicking as you raced down the large staircase to head outside to the gardens. They were only small but you found a bench tucked away and you finally allowed yourself to feel. Tears slid down your face as you silently cried. You remembered everything, all the promises you made him saying you’d be there and help him through his pain but really you should have looked to yours. You didn’t even attend her funeral, turning to Kylo Ren of all people. His parents own a huge company and they got you a job in England, an apprenticeship and you took it, fleeing your old life and falling head first into a new one. Poe had every right to hate you, you hated yourself enough, hated for running out as soon as you could.

You had tried to forget Poe in England and for a time you did, you fell for someone and he swept you off your feet and you got married. But the cracks that started off tiny just got bigger and one of the last things he said to you was your heart clearly wasn’t in it. And it wasn’t, you’d left your heart here with Poe you just didn’t want to acknowledge it. You blotted your eyes trying to gather up the courage to go back inside when someone materialised out of the shadows, his hands in his pockets as he stood a few paces away from you.

‘Hi,’ he said as he stood awkwardly. You slid across the bench silently inviting him to sit with you and he did.

‘Hi,’ you whispered, clasping your hands in your lap as you turned to face him. ‘Poe…’ he shook his head interrupting you.

‘Let’s not,’ he looked up at the sky. ‘Let’s not drag that up.’

‘Good idea.’ You both sat together falling into a familiar silence but not really looking at each other until he spoke again.

‘So you went to England? Jess said…’

‘Yeah, I quite like it over there.’ He smirked slightly.

‘You have an accent.’

‘Poe Dameron I do not!’ His smile got wider as he ran a hand through his curls, a motion you had adored in High School and still did it seemed.

‘It’s cute.’ You swallowed as the butterflies restarted in your stomach and you tried to find anything else to talk about.

‘So what about you? What do you do now?’

‘I followed Dad didn’t I, became a mechanic but I work on planes rather than cars.’

‘Wow that’s impressive,’ you fiddled with the material of your dress as the next question fell from your mouth and even to your ears it sounded strained. ‘Got a wife?’ He looked down at his shoes as he shuffled them in the dirt.

‘Nope, apparently my heart wasn’t in it,’ he said bitterly and you froze hearing those words again, letting out a shaky laugh as he looked at you.

‘Well I’ve been told the exact same thing,’ he frowned as you glanced at him quickly. ‘My hus….ex husband said the same thing to me and he was right.’

‘Husband….you got married?’ You could hear the hurt in his voice and you felt the well of sadness threaten to rise inside you again.

‘Not that it worked out. I left my heart here anyway.’ He opened his mouth to reply when a shout caught both your attention, it was Snap.

‘Guys! We’re heading to Maz’s place, you coming?’

‘Yeah sure,’ you coursed together. ‘Though I want to look at the photos before we go.’ You smiled slightly at him as you stood.

‘Come on then.’ You followed him back inside and you joined Jess at a photo of the pair of you.

‘You ok?’ She asked quietly as she pointed out one of Poe and Snap looking all fresh faced and happy.

‘Yeah I’m ok,’ you replied. You paused at a photo of you all, Poe was standing next to you and he was looking down at you as you smiled at the camera.

How different your life would have been if you’d just stayed, but you had come across Kylo one night at the beach. About 1am in the morning and even though you weren’t what you would call friends you had been so desperate to talk to someone you had spilled everything to him and he gave you the way out you so desperately craved. You looked up as Poe came up behind you.

‘Come on, let’s get drunk,’ he suggested. ‘It will be like the old days,’ he said as he nudged you in a playful way. You went to step away when his hand caught your arm and he held you back from the group. ‘For the record, your ex husband doesn’t know what he’s losing,’ your breath hitched as his warm hand slid up your neck and he planted a kiss against your cheek, his stubble rubbing against you slightly before moving away and you fell into step beside him.

You noticed how suddenly the dynamic had changed between you, now he wanted to sit next to you, he followed you, his hand lightly touching you now and again as he spoke to you. You tried not to think about the way his body pressed against you as you all squeezed into two cars, the scent rolling off his leather was undeniably Poe and it made you swoon slightly. Finally spilling out of the car you gulped in some fresh air trying to curb the feelings you had creeping up on you.

The bar was exactly how you remembered it, dingy and dark perfect for making out in without getting caught. Your eyes were drawn to a booth in the corner and Poe saw you looking.

‘You remember?’ He murmured.

‘Of course I remember,’ you whispered in reply looking up at him. It had been the first place you’d kissed and right now you felt exactly as you did then as you caught up in his eyes, his scent, his expression.

‘Guys! Shots!’ You dragged your gaze away from the man next to you as you grabbed a glass off the bar, all downing the burning liquid before Jess gestured for another lot. You ordered a gin and tonic and took the glasses over to the empty booth, you slipped in and Poe slid in next to you. The rest joined and you couldn’t help the little flutter in your chest as he brushed up against you when he took his leather jacket off, his white shirt top buttons were undone and you caught sight of a necklace. Poe had never been one for jewellery and you pointed feeling curious.

‘What’s this?’ He pulled the chain out and you recognised the silver ring instantly. ‘It’s Shara’s.’ He smiled and let you take it in your hands, turning it over with your fingers as you felt how warm it was from being against his chest.

‘Pack it in you two! I want to hear all about England!’ You let the ring drop and your eyes flew to Poe’s in panic. You hadn’t told any of them except Jess you were married and you had only just told Poe you were divorcing.

‘Let’s get another round in,’ Poe said loudly trying to draw attention off of you but Kare was relentless.

‘Sure sure get some drinks, but I want to hear about it, you’ve been out there for 10 years not even heard a peep from you. What’s so captivating over there?’

‘Oh you know, I’ve just been working hard, I was offered an opportunity and I couldn’t pass it up.’ You rubbed your arm feeling a chill as Poe got up from the table, Snap going with him to the bar.

‘Doing what?’ You shifted uncomfortably as you looked at your friends faces.

‘Well, I help run the British side of the Alderaan Haulage company.’

‘Wait wait,’ said Beaumont holding his hands up. ‘You work for Kylo Ren?’ You could feel the blush creeping over your cheeks as Poe started heading back to the table.

‘He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,’ you said trying to keep your voice low.

‘Is he still as much of a douche as he was at school?’ Poe’s attention snapped to the table at Ronith’s very loud question and you felt yourself die inside a little bit.

‘I don’t have any problems with him,’ you said shrugging.

‘But then he left you alone at school,’ sneered Kare. ‘He had a crush on you soooo bad,’ said Jess.

‘Who are we talking about?’ Said Poe as he slipped a drink over to you and sat back next to you, his shoulder nudging yours.

‘Kylo Ren,’ said Kare as Snap sat down gently beside her. ‘He had a crush on the traitor here.’

‘Guys that’s my boss you’re talking about and he just walked in,’ you hissed, sinking into your seat slightly as Poe flung a possessive arm around your shoulders. You felt surprised as the sudden obvious contact and you saw Jess smirk as she sipped her drink.

You all watched as the crowd piled in, they had been the popular cool kids at school, Kylo with his rich parents had ruled the year, Armitage Hux was still hanging onto his every word, Phasma still shamelessly thirsting after him. Then there were the guys, you and your friends had called them the Knights as they always surrounded Kylo like a beefy entourage, as if he needed protecting. Kylo clocked you before they swarmed the bar and you did a stupid hand wave in acknowledgement.

‘That was embarrassing for you,’ sniggered Jess as they all started laughing into their drinks.

‘Laugh it up fuzzballs! I bet I’m making more money than all of you combined!’ Thankfully that started a new debate and you sat back into Poe’s side as you let them argue. You shivered as his hand gently brushed up your arm, you were sure he didn’t even know he was doing it but you didn’t mind. You had daydreamed so much over the last few years and every time you hit a low point, memories of Poe had helped you through. Your phone buzzed and you cursed as the name came up on the screen.

‘I need to take this,’ you mumbled, climbing over Poe not even getting to enjoy the way his hands helped you out as all you could think about is why he was ringing now.

‘Hello?’

‘Mummy?’ You instantly grinned hearing your daughter's little voice.

‘Hey baby, you ok?’

‘Yeah,’ your 4 year old daughter's voice brought tears to your eyes and you remembered why you had hesitated in coming. ‘Just missing you mummy.’

‘I’ll be home in a couple of days baby. Is daddy being good?’

‘Nope, he won’t let me eat chocolate before bed.’

‘Well that’s good…’

‘Mummy...bye.’

‘Bye baby…’ you heard some rustling on the other end of the line and you frowned as you heard your ex husband speak.

‘So when will you be back?’ He demanded.

‘Well my flights in just over 24 hours then I’ll be home soon after that.’

‘I don’t see why you had to go…’

‘Yeah well maybe I needed a break from it all,’ you snapped, already feeling weary from talking to him.

‘I’ve got papers for you to sign.’

‘Can we talk about this when I get back? And not in front of Flick?’ You looked up at the night sky blinking back tears, fed up with the fights, the paperwork and hiding it all from your daughter as best you could. For now anyway.

‘Say goodnight to mummy it’s dark over there…’ you grinned at your daughters sing song voice before wishing her a goodnight and putting the phone down.

‘You ok?’ You wiped your eyes hurriedly as Poe stood by the door to the bar.

‘Yeah I’ll be in a minute.’ But he came up to you, pulling your hands away from your face.

‘I know you. I know when you’re upset. What did he say?’ You could hear a hint of annoyance in his tone and it warmed you inside that he still felt protective over you.

‘Not much, he was just reminding me I have papers to sign and letting our daughter say goodnight to me,’ the words left your mouth before you could think of what you were saying, not that you were ashamed of your child but you just wanted to have a night and be that person you’d been 10 years ago, now you thought with a heavy heart, Poe would look at you differently.

‘A daughter?’ His voice was monotone almost like he was trying to cover up his shock.

‘Yeah, maybe I should have brought her up before, I don’t know I just wanted to be me for a night.’

‘And you flew all the way out here to do it?’ He asked.

‘It’s been hell,’ you stated simply. You took a shuddery breath trying to quell the rising storm inside you but you felt Poe was the one person you could really be yourself around and at a touch of his hand your barriers fell. He pulled you to him and you cried loudly into his shirt, you hated this and you wished you’d never come but you so desperately needed to escape your situation at home even if it was just for a few days. You felt confused as you clutched Poe’s shirt and he just held you, ever dependable Poe. You pulled away not wanting to rely on him like this.

‘I’m ok, I just need to compose myself,’ you said sniffing.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’ He asked his voice slightly husky as he looked down at you.

‘Yeah I should probably find a motel or something.’

‘Come back to mine, I’ve got a spare room. You’re not here for long, call me selfish but we have some catching up to do. I want to spend time with just you.’ You looked at him, you wanted to, oh god you wanted to go. Your brain said no but your heart said yes and today your heart won.

‘Sure, I’d like that.’

‘Let me get my jacket, stay here. I’ll be subtle.’ He planted a kiss on your head and you closed your eyes still warring with yourself. You told yourself you deserved this, even if a small voice at the back of your mind said you were going to break his heart all over again. He returned within minutes, his hand firmly pressing against the small of your back as he led you away from the bar. ‘Jess clocked me,’ he said just as the door opened. He grabbed you as he darted down an alleyway, he clutched you to him tightly as he peered round the corner. ‘She’s looking for us,’ he whispered and you couldn’t help but grin remembering you used to this back when you were dating. He looked down at you, his hand coming up, brushing the hair over your shoulder before gently swiping your cheek, his thumb trailed softly over your bottom lip and you ran it through your teeth as he tickled you.

You gasped as his lips connected with yours, the kiss was quick as he pulled away seeing your reaction. Your brain froze as long gone feelings rushed to the forefront.

‘I can’t….I only have tonight. I have to go back…’ you whispered feeling sad that you couldn’t just get lost in his arms without hurting him. He rested against the wall with a sigh as he thought about what you said, his curls flopping over his forehead in the way you loved so much.

‘What if we just take tonight. Don’t think ahead, let’s just have tonight.’ His voice was low and you heard the edge of need in his tone stoking the fire inside you.

‘Just tonight…’ you whispered as his hand wrapped around the base of your neck pulling you to him but he paused, his eyes looking deeply into yours as his lips brushed you gently.

‘Just tonight,’ he whispered back. He pulled away dragging you into the night.

Once you were inside his house you felt nervous, like a teenager and your parents were away but they had expressly said no partners. Yet you broke the rules anyway. That’s exactly how you felt, the air of anticipation surrounded you both as you silently slipped your shoes off at the front door. His house was homely, slightly messy but you didn’t care, grinning as he grabbed some stuff to throw in the washing machine.

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting visitors.’

‘You were never the tidiest person,’ you said following him into the kitchen and you couldn’t help the smile spreading over your face at the noise of indignation he made.

‘I am an adult! I can live how I like!’ You laughed remembering his Dad used to say that.

‘When you grow up you can live how you like, but until then! It’s my rules!’ You both descended into laughter as you finished off Kes’s phrase. He opened the fridge and pulled out some bottles.

‘What would you prefer, cider or beer?’

‘Ooh cider!’

‘Think fast!’ Your hand shot out as he threw the bottle at you and thankfully you caught it.

‘Poe Dameron! I was not ready!’ You said punching him gently on the shoulder, he held out his bottle and you took it automatically snapping the metal cap off with your teeth.

‘I’m glad that never changed,’ he said before taking a swig, his dark eyes trained on you. You snapped the cap off your bottle and took a sip feeling the cool fruity liquid flood your mouth. You were going to have a headache tomorrow.

‘Can I have a snoop?’ He shrugged and you slowly made your way to the living room. It was clear only Poe had lived here, you paused at the sofa, your fingers threading into the blanket thrown over the back. You recognised it instantly, your nan had taught you how to crochet and you had made a blanket with orange and white colours to create some circular patterns. You had been so shy giving it to him sure he was going to think it was stupid but he took it giving you a hug and saying thanks. And here it was 15 years later on the back of his sofa.

‘Poe..’ you looked at him leaning on the doorframe as he watched you.

‘It was all I had of you after you left.’ You took a steady breath at the sadness lacing his tone as you fisted your hand into the blanket. You took a long drink out of your bottle hoping to fight back the tears as you chucked your head back, the bubbles danced on your tongue and you tried to concentrate on that sensation but you could feel him behind you.

His hand took the bottle from your grasp and you let it slide from your fingers as you watched him over your shoulder. Next he removed your coat softly dragging it down your arms and you got goosebumps as his fingers trailed over your skin. He gently brushed your hair to the side and you had to bite your lip as he kissed the hollow in your neck. His hand tracked down your body as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a moment as his arms tightened around you and he breathed softly against your neck, his nose buried in your hair. You could feel the tension building inside you and you shifted against him, biting your lip again when you felt how hard he was through his trousers already.

You could feel your heart racing as you spun in his embrace, you could feel the edge of the sofa digging into your lower back as he pressed into you. You slipped your hands into his leather jacket, teasing it off his shoulders and laying it down over the sofa. His hands went back to your hips and his eyes roamed over your face, your chest heaved as you studied his face. A face you had desperately missed, you slowly traced his lips with your finger and his eyes glowered at you with a smouldering heat.

‘I’ve missed these,’ you whispered gently brushing his soft curls away from his eyes and he leaned into your touch.

‘I have missed you. More than you realise.’

‘Show me,’ you whispered. ‘Show me how much you've missed me.’ His lips were on you in a second, his tongue in your mouth as he pressed up against you. The kiss was fierce, full of hunger and need as his lips caressed yours, his tongue possessing your mouth in a way that left you dizzy and wanting air. Your body trembled as you pulled at his top and he tugged at your dress straps, you pulled your arms out pushing it down to expose your breasts and the smoulder in his eyes made you press your thighs together in anticipation. A fire had awoken inside you, a fire only Poe could create. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once and you groaned loudly as he sucked on your neck, kissing that spot that only he had been able to find. You pulled your dress up your thighs and wrapped your legs around his hips pulling him closer as you leaned back slightly. His hands supported your back as his mouth trailed searing hot kisses along your exposed collarbone and you worked his shirt out of his trousers, sliding your hands up his toned back. You moaned as he stepped away, his hair disheveled from your fingers, his lips red where he had kissed you hard, his eyes glittering with heat and his chest heaved as he tried to steady himself.

He pulled on your hand and you slowly followed him as he led you upstairs, he looked back giving you that lopsided smile that was always full of unspoken promises. He pulled you to him, kissing you gently as he backed into the bedroom, he turned and shoved you onto the bed and you watched with hooded eyes as he undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it apart before he crawled between your legs, which you opened to accommodate him. His hand slid up your body, trailed up your neck and he pulled you to him for another kiss. You pulled on him and slowly he lowered his body onto yours, his skin warm to the touch and you rolled your hips into his eliciting a groan from him.

‘Baby you’re so needy,’ he whispered as his hand slowly trailed up your inner thigh, gently brushing your underwear and you almost whimpered in desperation for him to touch you. He hooked a finger in the band and began to shimmy them down your legs, leaving a line of wet kisses down your leg as he did. You were so consumed by your need for him everything else flew from your mind as he grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart. The cold air teased your wet core and you weren’t even ashamed with how wet you were, your hips bucked as he ghosted a hand over your bundle of nerves. ‘Patience.’ His brown eyes raked down your hot and bothered body before he dipped down, his face pressed into your inner thigh and you wound your fingers into his curls. You gasped, your eyes closing tightly as his tongue licked up your wet slit, your back arched as you felt a finger nudge at your entrance. ‘You are so wet,’ he murmured with a moan as he pushed a finger inside you.

‘More!’ You gasped and he obliged with another finger stretching you slightly but you wanted even more. You groaned as you tossed your head to the side just concentrating on the sensations he was giving you and the third finger that stretched you perfectly. A groan ripped from your chest as he gently swiped a thumb over your clit.

‘God, you make the best noises,’ moaned as his head dipped down again and you tightened your grip on his curls as he began to suck on you. His fingers dragged in and out of you causing cries of pleasure to bubble up from inside you. Your orgasm came at you in a rush, pleasure flooding your body as you tensed around him, you could feel just one more suck, one more motion and he’d have you tipping over the edge. Your legs shook and your mouth opened wide as the tidal wave of pleasure rocked your core, it spread through you and momentarily you didn’t know where you were, just lost in the wave of pleasure as it swept you away. You hummed as finally your legs relaxed, he crawled his way up you, kissing you as he shed his shirt and trousers in a rush. You wiggled your hips at the feel of his hardness against you burning the skin of your inner thigh, slowly he entered you and you both groaned at the sensation as he pushed into you. You were both so wet he slid in easily, slotting against you like he was made for you. His hands swiped the hair off your face as he kissed you deeply, his hips finally moving as he settled into a steady rhythm. You zoned out to the noises he made, the way his chain jingled against you both, the little huffs and groans he made when you wiggled a certain way had you moving closer to a second orgasm quicker than you’d like. His face buried in your neck and you felt him falter slightly against you and you knew he was close. You slipped a hand between you gently rubbing your clit, his eyes met yours as he quickened the pace. ‘I’m so c-close,’ he stuttered.

‘Mmmm let go!’ He pressed his forehead against you as he pumped into you, bringing you both over the threshold, your cries mingling together as you both released at the same time. He sagged against you kissing you lazily as you both rested in the post orgasmic bubble with each other. You wrapped your arms around each other, enjoying the company but as the feelings trickled away from you both cold realisation set in that this wouldn’t last for much longer.

‘Poe…’ but he stopped you with a hand over your mouth.

‘You promised me,’ he kissed your cheek. ‘An entire,’ he kissed your other cheek. ‘Night.’

‘We best carry on then,’ you whispered as a smile crept over your face.

‘Have you got anymore in you baby?’ Before he could react you flipped him onto his back.

‘You have no idea,’ you said as you nudged his face with your nose kissing him gently.

‘Promises…’ he murmured.

You stood by the edge of the bed looking down at him still sleeping. As you had predicted you had a headache but what did you expect from mixing your drinks. You knelt down next to the bed, not wanting to wake him but not wanting to leave without saying goodbye either, not again.

‘Poe…’ you nudged him slightly. ‘Poe….’ He groaned one eye opening sleepily.

‘Is it time?’ You smiled to try and cover the tears that were threatening to well up in your eyes and you nodded. He looked at you for a moment before pulling you to him and whispering in your ear as he embraced you. ‘We said, just tonight.’

‘I know I know!’ He pulled back slightly kissing everywhere he could reach as he held your face. The tears fell silently as you kissed him back before getting up, time was marching on and you couldn’t afford to miss your flight. ‘I have to go...my flight.’

‘Let me walk you out.’ His fingertips were touching you the whole time until you were at the door when he kissed you. His tongue swiping your lips as he kissed you deeply, you felt the wall behind you as he tried to press as much of himself against you as much as possible and you tried desperately not to cry into his mouth. You felt awful, walking away yet again leaving him standing here alone. ‘I don’t hold it against you,’ he murmured as he tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘If I could have left 10 years ago, I would have.’ You cleared your throat before you spoke.

‘But I should have stayed…’

‘No. You did the right thing, I didn’t think so at the time but for you, maybe for both of us. It was the right thing.’ He lifted your head, your eyes locking with his.

‘But the life we could…’ he shrugged. His muscles rippling under his smooth skin as he held your chin.

‘So what? Don’t dwell on the past, it could have been a really great life or we could have ended up hating each other.’

‘But I love you…’ a sob gripped your throat and you fell against him wishing you didn’t have to leave, not knowing when you could come back.

‘I love you too, I always have and I always will, but.’ He placed his hands on your shoulders pushing you away as he swallowed harshly. ‘We said. Just tonight. You have to go back.’ You nodded miserably, he was right you did have to go back.

He opened the door and stepped away from you leaving you no choice but to head outside, your taxi chose that moment to pull up with a squeal of its brakes. ‘Your taxi is here.’ You nodded sniffing slightly as you looked at him.

‘Bye Poe,’ it was barely a whisper like you didn’t want to say it but you had to struggle out the goodbye this time. You owed him that.

‘Goodbye, my love.’ It took all your effort to compose yourself at the use of his old nickname for you, it was his way of saying he’d keep you close to him always and forever. As the taxi drove away you didn’t look back, you couldn’t or you’d break down, shriek at the taxi to stop, fall back into his arms and you’d never find the strength to go back to England. You pulled your phone out with shaky hands and looked at the photo of your daughter smiling up at you. You were going home for her. The streets turned into a blur around you as the taxi sped you away, back to your life and tearing you away from the one you wanted.

You opened your eyes as the weak sunlight streamed through your curtains highlighting the cardboard boxes stacked up in your room. It had been over a month since you’d got back from America and things had moved quickly, the papers were signed, the house was sold and you bought a small two bed for you and Felicity. She was with her father this weekend and in all honesty you hated when she left. You walked through the house in your baggy t-shirt cursing softly as you stubbed your toe on another box in the hallway, hopping the last few steps you managed to ease yourself into your chair and woke your computer up. With a sigh you checked your emails annoyed to see you had nothing to attend to at this ungodly hour on a Sunday. You slumped at your desk, laying your head on the table trying not to get sucked into the swirling whirlpool of dark thoughts that struck you whenever you were on your own, threatening to pull you in the murky depths of hopelessness. A ping made you sit up and you saw Kylo had sent you an email. Finally, you thought, something to do! But you paused at the words on the email.

You have this week off. Enjoy.

Regards

Kylo

You stared at the email, you didn’t book time off? You’d been working 7 days a week almost every week since you got back. Furiously you shot an email back saying he must have made a mistake but the response was almost immediate.

I do not make mistakes. Don’t make me change my mind.

Kylo

You sat back in your chair frowning, you had nothing coming up, no one's birthdays, it wasn’t Easter or Christmas, no school holidays….your mind spun wildly as you entered the kitchen putting the coffee machine on. You really had no idea why Kylo would give you this week off, maybe he was rewarding your hard work but it was so out of character for him.

You swiftly grabbed your coffee as a knock sounded at the door, you quickly ran a hand through your hair but you just successfully made it worse. You pulled the door open expecting to see you ex bringing your daughter home early but your eyes were playing tricks on you. Shock held you rigid, your fingers gripping harshly to the door but you didn’t register the pain shooting down your arm. You had no words as you blinked stupidly at the person before you all coherent thought leaving your brain as he grinned at your reaction.

‘My love, are you going to let me in?’

‘I — I, yes…..’ you finally managed to step aside noting the large bag on his back as he gently prised your fingers off the door closing it softly behind him. You still couldn’t process he was really here as he leaned against the door, his eyes heavy and weary after the long journey. ‘Here.’ You held out the coffee and he took it, his eyes darting behind you.

‘Is she here?’ You shook your head, your heart beating erratically in your chest as he took a step towards you. ‘So I can do this?’ He whispered as his hand slipped round your waist, pulling you towards him he kissed you deeply. You pushed away, your hand flying to your tingling lips as you stared wide eyed at him.

‘You’re here.’

‘I am, sorry it took me so long selling the house was a pain and convincing Dad this was the right choice…’

‘You’re moving here? For good?’ He turned to look at you, his dark eyes hesitant.

‘I can buy my own place until you’re ready..’

‘No.’ You grinned, a stupidly big grin as you stared at Poe Dameron in your hallway, in England. ‘You move in here, we have wasted enough time.’

‘Only if you’re sure?’

‘Of course I’m sure. Holy fuck you’re actually here?’ You let out a short laugh in disbelief.

‘Tired, but I’m actually here.’

‘Jess told you where I was didn’t she?’

‘For once, yes she did.’ He held up a hand moving towards the front door. ‘I brought some extra gifts.’ Loud shouts erupted from outside as you saw all your friends standing on your doorstep. Tears filled your eyes as you greeted them all.

This is what you’d wanted, your friends and the man you had loved your whole life in your life always. Bet you’re glad you went to that reunion now.

[freddiefcknmercury]

“I believed in you.”

Pre-war Bucky Barnes x Black!reader/ genderless!reader

Word count: 2.1k+ (wow a new record!)

Warnings: alluding to racism; cursing; ANGST;

A/N: Friendly writing challenge between myself and @joeyisanolive /@joioliviapolaroid

I love writing pain so have some more there's plenty for everyone.

Summary: Bucky breaks your heart.

As always be nice I'm delicate

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first few days didn't really bother you. There's a lot of talk going around about Germany and the possibilities of war. So everyone is on edge and it slipped your mind. But after a week you started to worry. It's like he'd completely disappeared. You didn't get a letter or a phone call. You went from seeing him every other day to not at all and it was completely unexpected. When he hadn't stopped by closing in on three weeks, you got concerned. Did something happen? No, surely you'd have heard about it... Maybe something important came up? But he would've let you know... You tried to stay calm and rational but all you could think of is that he's lying dead in a pit somewhere or at the bottom of the ocean because he mouthed off to the wrong person. Nothing could prepare you for the truth, however.

After a month you gave up. He wasn't trying to find you, or he couldn't. Either way it was too painful to dwell on any longer. You just wanted to relax with your friends. Have your pie and a large cup of something with too much sugar. You all took a shortcut through a back alley and down the street to one of the only non-discriminate diners in town. The one with the big orange window lights and bright pink curtains.

It was your and Buck's favourite... They always gave the two of you free hot chocolate with whipped cream for being so cute and giggly. You still remember the first time; you got shy and turned away to bury your face in your hands. That’s when he took a great big sip and let the whip cream get on his nose. Pretending to not know its there so you'd reach over and clean it off him just to get a mess of sticky kisses.

You let yourself get lost in those memories for a moment. That's when you see him. He was fine, he was alive. He looked great actually. He was was sitting in your booth, smiling. Looks like he's having a good time- with her. She's pretty; Blonde, bubbly, and white. A lot of everything you're not.

You aren't prepared for the way your heart feels. It wasn't breaking, that would've been a gift compared to this. Its hollow, becoming empty. Inside there's an echo of what used to be your soul, saying "I told you so." You used to think that holding his hand, laughing with him, kissing him, dating him, loving him- him loving you... that it could only be possible in a dream. Looks like you were right.

She grabbed his hand and they both leaned in almost too close. He was laughing at something she said when he saw you standing outside. Your friend's take notice of what's happening and desperately try to pull you away.

"We'll just go to Doc's a block over. Their pie is better anyway y/n..."

"Yeah, c'mon let's just go."

You blink back the few tears you had building and let them lead you down the street. He knows who you're with, so he knows where you're going. He's observant like that. If there was any place that served real Key Lime Pie around, you'd find it. You just hope he doesn't show up there too. You can't deal with seeing him right now and maybe ever again.

~~~~~~~

You're in the corner booth of the large diner with your friends, flicking a cherry around the table. You hate cherries. Buck would always eat them for you. Your waitress was balancing several precariously perched water glasses to deliver to a large party across the floor. She passes right by you but doubles back handing you a small note. "Here you are sweetness. From that handsome boy you're always with." She gives you a light poke and a wink. You liked her but you're gonna have to stop coming in on her shift now. All the note says is:

'Round back.'

A very large part of you is trying to stay stuck to the leather seat and get a fresh start on a new life with some old coffee, but the smaller part is much stronger and it needs you to touch him one last time. Your friends give you soft but disapproving looks.

"I don't need this from the two of you right now, just order my pie please."

They shift in their seats uncomfortably. "If you're not back in 25 minutes we're coming out after you y/n."

You chuckle. "Yeah? And what then, you gonna kill him?"

They shoot each other a quick smile and a knowing glance. "We will consider our options."

You didn't want to grab too much attention on the way back inside later if this ended badly, so your waitress let's you cut through their break area. It's a little dark even with the light from the street lamp but you don't need much to find who you're looking for. He's propped himself up against the brick wall directly across from the door. Fuck. You were hoping your feelings would shift your perceptions a little but it didn't work, He's still as handsome as ever. It's been so long you'd already started forgetting little details about his face. Like the freckle on his forehead or the shape of his jaw. You would gladly drown yourself in those eyes if he wanted you to. He's always been so beautiful it hurt. You snap back into reality when the door slams shut behind you.

The two of you lock eyes for a long solid minute. He's waiting on you to speak first and you realize you haven't thought about what you might even say to him. You settle on: "Talk."

"Y/n... it wasn't what it looked like."

You cross your arms. "Oh? So you weren't on a date?"

He bites his bottom lip. God you love those lips. Making out with James Barnes is like sipping directly from the hand's of god and you wanted to be drunk in it forever. "...I deserve that." He swallows hard. "I promised... I promised that I'd take her out for a while."

"Just out on a few extra friendly dates? Oh well that's fine then, I didn't think you were dead or anything, James." You were actually holding onto a lot more anger than you anticipated.

He sighs obviously also annoyed, but you called him 'James.' If you know nothing else about your Bucky, you know hearing his name roll off your tongue is the sweetest thing in his life. "I wanted to talk to you y/n but-"

"No. You just left me alone for over a month? I didn't know what might've happened to you James- It's not like I can come around asking questions?!" He started pacing. You didn't like cutting him off like that, but you're hurting and he did this to you.

"I didn't stay away from you because I wanted to y/n..." He was rubbing the side of neck and that's when you finally noticed the remnants of what used to be a black eye and several other bruises.

"What did they- who... who was it?" You had your stern face on. You're not too bad in a fight and right now everything inside you was pulsing with anger, but even at your meanest you still only look like a hungry puppy.

He half chuckled at the ground and skidded a few rocks in your direction. "Don't worry about that."

He never takes your anger seriously. "No James.  Tell me who-"

"WHY? Ya gonna go find em? Fight em?" He let out an honest laugh this time and slid his hands into his pockets. You back off. Even you can admit you're not beating up anybody that could kick his ass. "I just can't not see her, y/n... she's their sister."

That hurt you more than you'd care to admit. "But... what about me?" You sounded whiney. Much more needy than you intended to.

He scanned your face, his slowly filling with remorse. "...it's too dangerous right now."

You wipe a few hot tears from your cheeks. "Sooo, what? You're gonna keep this charade with her up for a few weeks and then dump her? Then she'll cry and they'll kick your ass again and either kill you or force you to make up with her." He clenched his jaw.

"Then you'll either keep repeating this shit over and over again until they get tired of you or you get married." You laughed at the thought. You didn't want to think of your Bucky in a literal shotgun wedding but the visual was hilarious.

"OR, heaven forbid, they wise up to..." You gesture vaguely to the space between the two of you. His eyes are filled with an emotion you can't name. It reads like stress. "and I'm just supposed to wait for you, right? Because you don’t actually like her. What happens to me when you start to change your mind?"

His chest is heaving, voice almost a whisper now. "I. Want. You. All I've ever wanted is you y/n... That's all I want."

The tears are streaming, you're not even trying to wipe them away anymore. How you're not standing in a puddle already you don't know.

"Then tell me right now Buck, what is more important to you? Me or what they think of you...?"

He swallows hard, his own tears starting to build. He isn't going to answer you and you know it. It's an easy question sure, but things aren't that simple. You're much more important to him, you alwayshave been, but what people know might get you both hurt.

"I can't- We... can't do this. Not right now. It's too much. It's too risky. They already think I'm crazy, that I'm scum for just hanging around all of you. Do you know what might happen to me if they find out about Us?  Do you know how we look together?"  You can see he Immediately felt bad for saying it. He knows he shouldn't have and that there's nothing they can do to him that would be worse than what they'd do to you.

Your shoulders drop. Now you’re whispering. "I think we look fine."

"That's not-I didn't mean it like..." shaking his head he kicks a garbage can behind him and runs his hands through his hair. You accept this silent apology. He feels like shit. This is frustrating and unfair, you both know that much.

You sniffle and kick your own rocks back towards him. You wanted to plead with him. To tell him everything would be okay. That you could run away together or that all this would be over soon. To tell him how much you want him too... but you've been so emotionally distraught over the past month there's nothing left for this moment when you really need it. Now you have a decision to make. You take a deep shaky breath and fight back the next wave of tears.

"Don't- I never existed." You start to readjust yourself to go back inside, wiping your face and smoothing your clothes.

"What?" He cocks his head to the side thinking he didn't hear you correctly; genuinely confused. Your poor sweet boy, your Bucky.

You take a long moment to stare at the ground and make sure this is what you really want. You straighten yourself up and plant your feet, looking him right in the eye. "Don't think of me ever again. Don't contact me. Don't remember me. Don't speak to me or my friends, anymore. As far as you're concerned, I'm a ghost. You never met me." You can feel yourself start shaking. It's a mixture of rage and anguish.

His eyes are blown wide, mouth hanging open. He heard you. He just doesn't believe it. You're in love. You're supposed to be in love. This isn't what loves looks like, what it feels like. You turn to open the door and return to your night out before either of you has a chance to change your mind. A wave of light filled with the sounds of silverware scraping on plates, people laughing, soft music. The gorgeous scent of fresh pie and hot coffee. The smells and sounds of the world you forgot to notice while you were lost in James Buchanan Barnes. You stop and turn back to him one last time before stepping inside. You can tell he's hoping for something more than what you just left him with. Your voice is already cracking.

"I believed in you. I believed in us... but you're right, this is too much."

[yaelaswritingspace]

Sixty Four

Angsty DaiSuga, because why not. Inspired by a combination of reading fractalbright’s beautiful fic distortedly, yours and the song ‘When I’m Sixty Four’ by the Beatles running in my head ‘cuz we’re practicing it for choir. I recommend you listen to it before reading!

“When I get older, losing my hair . . .”

Daichi blinks awake, sleep receding in a gentle wave. The curtain are pulled apart just so, letting warm sunlight stream over the bed, and the familiar tune washes over him, transporting him back to years ago in a matter of seconds.

“Many years from now . . .”

A quiet thump as something is set down on the dresser, the rattle of ceramic cups and small, silvered spoons. Daichi mouths the next words almost unconsciously, blank eyes on the muted orange curtains.

(‘They’ll make it look warm and homey, Daichi - especially since you decided our room would be fine with just plain white walls. Honestly, the sheer lack of taste you have is unbelievable.’)

“Will you still be sending me a valentine . . .”

He squeezes his eyes shut against the memories - a pink tongue sticking out teasingly, brown eyes sparkling, that half smile that blossomed into a delighted grin so easily -  and begins to get up, groaning softly when his back twinges in protest.

The song stops immediately, and warm hands are on his shoulders, easing him up.

“Good morning, Daichi. How are you feeling today?”

He looks up into dark eyes and pale skin, a beauty spot and a sweep of silver hair across the forehead, and swallows the quiet pain easily. It’s become second nature, now.

“Well enough, Koushi. Could you help me to the bathroom? And the kitchen, after I’m done with the hot chocolate.”

“Of course, Daichi.”

It’s maybe half an hour later that Daichi is sitting at the dining table, his hands curled around a cup of steaming coffee. Koushi had handed it to him almost absently, two spoons of sugar and a dash of milk mixed in perfectly. Effortlessly.

(‘Sacrilege, that’s what it is. The only coffee worth drinking is pure black - don’t you make that face at me!’)

Suga would have said that. Suga would have protested, teased him mercilessly, refused to add any sugar at all until Daichi caught him by the waist, pressed him against the counter, kissed him until he melted - and then again until the coffee was abandoned without a second thought. They’d come back later to find it stone cold and undrinkable, and of course Suga would blame him for that, pouting like a five year old while his eyes danced.

“ . . . would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty four?”

Daichi sips the coffee, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. Yet it doesn’t quite counteract the small, cold pit in his stomach, and he contemplates telling Koushi to stop singing - or at least to pick a different song. Chances are, though, if he did, Koushi would pick something silly, like Crazy in Love - he’s had an unaccountable liking for that song, of late, and if he sang that -

Daichi knows his cheeks are going red, he can feel it, and he hurriedly sips again, firmly pushing away the memory of what he and Suga were doing the first time he heard that song.

(‘You have to admit it does kind of suit the mood.’

“Oh, my g- Suga, it most certainly does not!’

‘I’ll have to go and thank you neighbours for it later.’

‘ . . . devil.’

A cheeky look, pink cheeks, still panting above him, chest rising and falling like an ocean Daichi can drown in - does drown in - over and over and over again.

‘Angel.’

And again.)

The pan sizzles as Koushi slips a spatula under the egg, sliding it off, being careful not to break the yolk. Two slices of bread, a knife and cheese, and then he’s waiting politely by Daichi’s chair, calm as a mountain lake.

“Will you be needing anything else, Daichi?”

“No, I don’t think so. Start with the garden before you sweep, will you?”

“Of course.”

Koushi slips on bright red gardening gloves - Suga’s beloved gardening gloves - and heads outside, clippers in one hand, trowel in the other. Daichi watches him go, hears the song start again, hears it float in through the open window.

“Doing the garden, digging the weeds . . .”

And he can’t resist it any longer. He’s swept back to his twentieth birthday, his twenty-third, his thirty-fifth, his thirty-ninth -

(‘Mine forevermore,’ Suga sings, a soft murmur against his lips. All Daichi can taste is cake cream, sugary and oversweet; all he can smell is sputtering candles, melting wax, Suga’s cologne -

‘Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?’

- and all he can see is Suga, still beautiful with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and fading hair.

‘Of course,’ he breathes, resting his forehead against Suga’s. ‘Always.’

And Suga smiles back, eyes deep and dark and overflowing with love.)

Daichi blinks, wiping away a lone tear that’s trickled down his cheek.

“Will you still be sending me a - will you still be sending me a - will you still be sending me a -”

He sighs, gets up slowly, sticks his head out of the window. “Koushi,” he calls. “Come in, please.”

Koushi walks in abashed, head hanging. He hates it more than anything when he fails in a function, any function at all - even if it’s something as minor as singing a song he knows Daichi likes.

“It’s okay. Just stand in your charging port for a bit, will you? That usually helps.”

He doesn’t even vocalize an affirmative, just nods and walks away, steps dragging. Daichi sighs again, rubbing a hand over his face before he reaches out and touches the first number on speed dial on the videophone.

The screen springs to life, hologram projecting solid light into the air. The voxels shimmer, blur, and then compose themselves into Kuroo Tetsurou’s yawning form.

“Mornin’, Daichi,” he says sleepily. “Wasn’t expecting a call, something wrong?”

“Hey.” Daichi swallows, making sure his voice doesn’t wobble. “No, it’s just that Koushi needs a checkup.”

“Yeah? What’s the problem?”

“He’s been forgetting more often that usual, vocal function getting stuck, random loss of motor control - the usual.”

“Mhm. He’s, what, at least twenty years old?”

“Twenty four.”

“RIght. Well, it’s probably the usual, like you say. Bring him in whenever you like, I’ll let Futakuchi know.”

“Thanks, I’ll send him in by tomorrow. Were you working the whole night, by the way?”

“Yep. We’re on the verge of a breakthrough with constructing the first accurate, viable empathy program - or so Matsukawa says. He’s been driving us like dogs.”

“Retire already, why don’t you? Leave the revolutions to the younger generation. Besides, you can’t pull that hairstyle off with white hair. I mean, it’s not like you could with black either, but -”

“Oh, lay off,” Kuroo says lazily. “Like you have a strand of black hair left. Besides, I’m only sixty three, you know. Nobuhiko is still active, and she’s seventy five.”

“The mother of the robotics revolution gets a free pass, Tetsu. You don’t.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll retire when I’m seventy, Sawamura, and not a moment before.”

Daichi shakes his head. “At least get some sleep.”

“I’m going, I’m going. God, you’re worse than Kenma. Okay, so send Koushi in, I’ll make sure I’m there myself, yeah?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Cool. Oh, Daichi -” Tetsurou hesitates, pauses in the motion of breaking the contact. “Happy birthday.”

Daichi swallows again, harder than before, pushing it all down. “Thanks.”

He can see a glimmer of sorrowful understanding in Tetsurou’s eyes, even through the hologram, just before it fizzles out. He stays still, staring at the place where the image had been projected, clenching his fists desperately.

But he can’t, he never can withstand it. It breaks over him, a flood of sorrow and nostalgia and I miss you I miss you I miss you resounding through his heart, pounding into his aching body with pain that hardly seems to diminish, year after year.

At least no one but Koushi will ever know how he spent the morning sobbing quietly into the table. But he gets up, eventually, wipes his tears, washes the dishes, opens the curtains, smiles at Koushi when he’s done charging, reassures him, and . . . gets on with his day.

It’s what Suga would have wanted, after all.

And this will happen again next year, he knows, every year from now, it’ll happen even when he can’t remember Suga’s voice or the colour of his hair or how they both clung to Asahi, sobbing, after Nationals. But he takes solace in the fact that even if he ends up unable to remember anything about Suga at all, there will come a time when he will lie under the earth as well, cold and quiet, and when that time comes, when his mind and heart and soul end up somewhere brighter and bigger than this world -

- Suga will be the first one to greet him, smiling like they’ve never been parted.

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

Three shades of a man (a third chapter)

Summary: You have seen Bucky Barnes at his best and his worst, and he asks you to help him through it all.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY; lots of smut, go no further if you’re not over 18 please. 

A/N:  I’ve had so many amazing comments from you lovely people about these stories, and it genuinely makes my day hearing from each and everyone one of you, so thank you from the bottom of my heart! I’ve really loved writing this mini-series, and I appreciate you guys sticking around while I take off the smut training wheels. Final chapter below, and tried to tag those who have requested it, but Tumblr is not cooperating, so hope it works. Also apparently I’m super wordy, so this is kinda long. Oops. Feedback and comments are always welcome.

A/N 2: Yes, I did change the gif so I didn’t get censored. 

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MASTERLIST

*****

Calm, relieved, playful.

I'm coming home. Can't wait to see you.

It was a text you didn't expect, if only because he was not a demonstrative person when it came to the written word. Always perfunctory, he preferred to send an image or a three word answer, not because he didn't enjoy talking, but simply because that's who he was. He expressed his emotions in a multitude of other ways, saving his syllables to whisper in your ear when he was wrapped inside you, murmuring his feelings into your sweaty skin every time you brought him to his knees.

It doesn't come often, but here it was, the Bucky Barnes you always wait to see. You think this must be him. The real him. James Buchanan Barnes, the sweet, flirty, cocky boy who was so sure of himself and his place in the world, before he became a man carved up and torn apart, remade by the chaos of war.

In these times, he smiles at everything, and my god, when you hear him laugh, it's like the sun coming out. When he's excited, the sound echoes off the walls, bouncing around you. When he teases you, it's a sinfully sexy rumble drawn from deep in his chest, and you can almost taste the sound as it slides down your throat, like melted chocolate. When he scrunches up his nose and gives a small snort, you could almost hear your heart sing.

The best thing of all, is that he talks. The relief he feels at a successful mission is so obvious, so palpable, it loosens his tongue. He talks about everything.

The time an excited little girl asked to touch his metal arm.

The time he rode the Cyclone with Steve at Coney Island.

The time he could smell the dirty, metallic scent of blood as it soaked into the grass of a battlefield in Italy.

The time he saw the snowflakes catch in your eyelashes like lace, when you stood arms outstretched in that snowstorm.

Memories and emotions, good and bad, pour from his lips and you catch them all, desperate to bottle the sounds, to rewind and play them back on a day when the clouds reappear in his eyes. You're so grateful for the trust he places in you at these times.

When he arrives on your doorstep, he is all charm and playfulness, his happiness a tangible thing that shines bright. In these instances, sex is not the healing balm he needs to get his mind back in order, to get his anxiety under control. Instead, it's a partnership, one he's delighted and eager to share with you.

The other thing about a playful Bucky Barnes?

He makes sex a little bit sweet, a little bit dirty, and a whole lot of fun.

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He lays motionless, spreadeagled on your bed.

Eyes closed, he appears thoroughly relaxed, a sight you rarely see. It's late afternoon, and the sunlight brightens your bedroom with an orange glow, bathing him in the warm colors. He showered before he arrived, and his brown hair is damp, and a little longer than you remember. Wearing dark jeans and a black button up, the sleeves rolled up showing you the firm ropes of muscle that run up his forearm. It's unusual to find him in street clothes, and you savor the rugged handsomeness of him not as a warrior, but as a common man.

"I didn't hear you, how did you even get in?"

Bucky's eyes remain closed, but you see a wide smile break across his face at the sound of your voice. He doesn't answer, but sits up on your bed to find you relaxing against your door-frame, arms crossed across your chest. Dressed in a dark blue tank-top and black running shorts, your feet bare, he stares unabashedly, trying his damnedest to imprint the image in his head. He's been thinking about this moment for weeks, and here you are in front of him, your soft smile enough to blind him.

Swinging his legs over the bed, he rises quickly to his feet, startling you with the speed behind his movement. His voice sounds low and husky, so utterly appealing, when he offers his response.

"Been thinking about you nonstop for the past two weeks. Every minute. Every damn hour. Couldn't get you out of my head."

Stalking toward you, the intense look on his face is enough to unnerve you, and you back away as he comes forward. Calmly following, his eyes shining bright, the ghost of a smile plays on his lips. He tilts his head to the side, watching you.

"Hope you don't have any plans tonight, because I'm gonna take my sweet, sweet time with you. That sound okay?"

You're still stepping carefully backward, feeling your skin prickle as he mirrors your steps, and you feel a grin tug your lips up at his candid statement. There's no hesitation when you respond.

"Always."

You stop inadvertently when you hit the couch, stumbling slightly and Bucky's right behind you. He wraps his arms around you, breathing in your scent, dragging his tongue up the back of your neck, and you feel shivers erupt across your body. Through the thin fabric of your shorts, you feel the heavy heat of his erection pressing into, pulling free a quiet groan.

He bends down and delicately licks the shell of your ear, murmuring into you.

"Listen to me. We've got a long night ahead of us and I intend to fuck you completely senseless, so how about one right now to take the edge off?"

He's still holding you so tight you can barely breath, your back flush against him, and you hum your agreement, pushing your ass back against him. Chuckling in your ear, he spins you around to face him, hovering his lips over yours before he collapses onto the sofa. His thick thighs are spread wide, and he sets a metal hand in his lap, palm facing up. Raising an eyebrow at you, he wiggles his fingers, beckoning you to sit down.

"I'm all yours. Get over here, use me how you want."

The picture he offers, his dark hair falling forward, blue eyes sparkling with humor, and that damn metal hand, everything crashes together at once, and you give your head a little shake to clear your vision.

The desire to feel those fingers fill you up consumes you, and you're almost embarrassed at how quickly you jerk down your shorts, and step between his knees, swinging your legs to bracket his thighs. Legs tremble in anticipation as you hold yourself above his hand, gripping the hem of your tank top, pulling it up and over, tossing it behind you. He sucks his lower lip between his teeth, while his eyes drop to run over your breasts, lingering on your nipples, and you notice his jaw is clenched tight as he tries to hold himself still.

Reaching between your legs, you turn his hand into the position you need, pulling two of his fingers up, before sinking slowly down on them with a moan. He braces his hand against your weight, and you give your hips an experimental roll, grinding hard on his fingers.

"God, Bucky," you sigh, before leaning forward to balance your hands on his wide shoulders, digging your fingers into the muscle to secure your grip, before lifting your hips up and bringing them down. You can feel the metal plates of his fingers rotating and shifting inside you with each movement, and you let out a shaky sigh at the pleasure. His eyes narrow as he watches, and you see his throat bob when he tries to swallow. Picking up a rhythm, you start moving faster, feeling him curl his fingers inside you, pulling you gently toward him.

"Fuck, look at you," Bucky breathes, his eyes locked on your face, staring raptly as you fuck yourself on his hand, shamelessly using the hard metal. Gripping his hair to tug his face toward your breasts, he doesn't hesitate to catch your nipple between his lips, sucking hard.

Relishing the feel of the scruff on his face as it rubs your skin, you hold his head tightly, letting him swirl his tongue over the delicate bud, loving the way he groans into your skin, before you yank his hair back and pull his face away. His eyes flick up and he gives a little snarl of annoyance, before you press a finger to his lips.

"I want another finger. Give me one more."

He whines at the lust coloring your demand and immediately complies, adding another finger for you to fuck yourself on.

Putting a hand between your legs, you find his thumb and shift it into a position that allows you to rub your clit against the cool metal with each downward thrust. When his gaze falls to the view between your legs, his nostrils flare at the sight, and you hear a faint curse pass his lips. His other hand clutches your hip, helping your balance as you move faster, slamming yourself down on his fingers again and again, until you feel the sharp clench in your stomach, and the pleasure ripples through you.

Fisting your hands in the collar of his shirt, you bury your face in his neck, and the low moan rolls from your throat. Keeping yourself seated on his hand, grinding your clit hard against his thumb, the orgasm breaks over you again and again.

Both of you remain still, breathing heavily, and Bucky's voice sounds thick when he finally speaks.

"Well Jesus Christ, that was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

You give him a little smirk, struggling to catch your breath. "Well, it certainly took the edge off."

His hand leaves your hip, giving your ass a squeeze and soft slap, and he flexes the fingers still buried inside you, grinning when he hears your quick intake of breath.

"Think we need more room to play."

Gently pulling his fingers from you, he rises effortlessly to his feet, holding your legs around his waist as he stands. Walking toward the bedroom, he palms the back of your head, bringing your mouth to his, sliding his tongue gently between your lips. You curve your arms tightly around his neck and pull him in for a deep, slow kiss. He stutters mid-step, letting himself sink further into the kiss, humming quietly at the the warm feel of your mouth moving against his.

Having Bucky Barnes standing in your living room, holding your naked body in his arms was wonderful, but you desperately needed to feel his hot skin against yours. Reluctantly breaking away, you give his lower lip a quick nip.

"I think we were headed somewhere?"

He laughs at the sassy lilt he hears, and when he strides into your bedroom, he plants a loud, sloppy kiss on your nose before throwing you onto the bed.

You land in the tangle of blankets with a bounce and a giggle, rolling onto your back, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.

"So, now what?" You raise an eyebrow in his direction, giving him a thorough one over, much to his amusement.

"Now I get naked, and you're gonna love it," he promises.

You can feel the smile automatically lift your lips when you hear the brazen statement. "Well, dazzle me Barnes."

He points a warning finger at you, before starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing more and more of his broad chest. Reaching the last button, he throws open his shirt with a flourish, and you can't help the laughter that bubbles up when he pulls the shirt off and throws it at you.

He's fully focused on his task, as he keeps moving down, giving his hips a deliciously sinful roll when he unbuttons his jeans and slowly pulls the zipper down, throwing a suggestive wink in your direction. Shifting the jeans down inch by inch, off his hips, over his ass, down his thighs, until they pool at his ankles and he kicks them aside. Standing in front of you in a pair of tight black boxer briefs, his body leaves little to your imagination and you give him a low wolf whistle of appreciation.

He barks out a laugh your ogling, and hooks his fingers in the band of his boxers, before he turns around to tease them down. You feel your mouth go dry at the sight of his muscled back, his shoulders flexing with every shift of his arms. When he pulls the boxers completely off, he gives them a swing and tosses them over his shoulder at you.

He slowly turns to face you, a smug smile twisting his lips as he stares you down.

"Like what you see?" he challenges with a cocky grin, hands positioned on his hips in a way that forces your eyes down. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to whimper out loud at the breathtaking view he presents, and opt for a casual shrug of your shoulders.

"It's okay, I guess."

He jumps onto the bed, clambering on top of you to pin you down with a knee between your legs, the rough hair on his thigh rubbing tantalizingly against your core. Holding you down, he sits back on his heels, rising above you; when you see his thick cock hot and hard in front of you, your fingers itch to touch him.

Reaching behind him, he grabs the bed sheet and he jerks it up and over you both, fluffing it to create a giant tent. It settles slowly back to the bed and he drops forward, kneeling above you.

"You guess, huh? Sure you don't want to change your answer?"

Tugging your wrists up, he secures them above your head, raising his eyebrows. Smothering a grin, you give a shrug.

"Nope."

The deep growl comes up and he ducks down to attack your neck with his teeth. Squealing with ticklish laughter, you fight his hands as he holds you down, struggling to get away, laughing that much harder when he keeps growling at you.

"No, no, stop being a baby, you're not that ticklish. Come on now," he sings out, rubbing his beard behind your ear, his hand trailing down to tickle your side, while you squirm away from his fingers. "What's wrong, don't you like this?"

Fighting his hands, laughter keeps you breathless. "Stop, please!"

"Not until you apologize for hurting my feelings. Tell me how much you like me."

You don't feel like giving up quite that easily. Curling your leg around his waist, you swing your hips, throwing your weight against him, and he lets himself fall to the side, pulling you on top. Grabbing his wrists, you push his arms above his head and hold them down, throwing him a grin, thoroughly pleased with your work.

"Oh no," he says dryly. "How terrible."

Dropping your hips, rubbing yourself along his cock, he feels the slick warmth between your legs. Desire floods his eyes immediately as you press against him, letting his hard length push against you.

Leaning down, you place feather light kisses on his cheek, his chin, his lips.

"I like you Bucky Barnes. With or without clothes."

His mouth quirks up at your response, and he leans his head up to rub his nose against your cheek. "Okay. You're forgiven."

When you release his hands, his fingers latch instantly onto your waist, and he gives a hard upward thrust of his hips, sliding into you, groaning softly at the feel of your tight walls clamping down on him. Sucking in a deep breath, you try to relax. He feels bigger in this position, and you shift your hips to accommodate.

"Okay?" He whispers the question, holding himself still until he's sure he hasn't hurt you.

Placing your hands on his chest, you dig your nails into his skin for grip, hearing his breath catch at the needle sharp feel.

Lifting your hips slightly, you slide back down his dick, letting him feel every inch.

"Yes, okay." The sound is ground between your teeth, something between a hiss and a moan, as you adjust to the thick feel.

Finding a rhythm, you begin to move, hips rising and falling on him, feeling the satisfying stretch every time you push down. Fascinated by the vision above him, he allows you to control the pace and the depth, and all he can think is how damn much he loves this view.

Bucky reaches his hand up to your chest, laying his palm in the valley between your breasts as you ride him, and the cool metal feels so good against your heated skin, as he runs it soothingly up and down. Keeping your hips rolling, you wrap both hands around his wrist and pull his hand up, sucking his fingers into your mouth. The smooth feel of the plates shifting against your tongue nearly knocks you over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you can hear the quiet exclamations roll off his tongue over and over, his chest heaving as he watches. He bucks his hips up hard against your pussy, when you pull his fingers from your mouth and guide his hand between your legs, urging him to touch you.

He responds instantly, flicking his fingers over your clit with several passes, before pressing firmly against you and rubbing quickly. Pleasure swoops in your belly, crawling up your limbs, tingling in your fingertips, and you can't help the harsh pants that leave your throat.

"There you go, come on, that's it. Keep going, come on." His words are dark and rough, his encouragement for you dripping with lust.

Fingers moving faster, his flesh hand holds tight to your ass. With a light pinch on your clit, and a hard thrust into you, the orgasm slams into you, and his name falls from your lips as you cry out. Bucky's eyes never leave you, he keeps the pressure on your clit, continuing to drive his hips up, while he works you through the haze of pleasure.

Still trying to breath as the waves begin to recede, you collapse forward, snuggling into his chest. Wide palms move up and down your back in comforting strokes, and you feel him still hard inside you.

Sighing into his neck, he turns his face and presses a kiss to your hair, smiling at the tickle of your breath.

"You really are something."

He offers the comment quietly. Lifting your head from his chest, you press a light kiss on his collarbone.

Tightening his arms around you, he rolls over, switching positions so he's on top, bracing himself up so he can look down at you. You feel his cock twitch inside you and he gives a few slow, lazy pumps of his hips as his eyes wander over your face.

"Wish I could take a picture of this. Something just for me, to get through those long nights away." He grins, lifting an eyebrow to suggest he may not be kidding.

You reach your hand up and flick his nose. "You can keep wishing Barnes, that's not happening."

He throws his head back with a loud laugh, before he leans down to rub his beard against your neck, earning him a smack when you try to wiggle away.

"Fine, visual photos it is then."

Unsure what he means, you look at him curiously; he slides his cock out of you, sitting back on his heels, opening your legs wide and pushing your knees down to the bed. The move leaves you completely open to him.

"Stretch your arms above your head," he murmurs, fingers massaging your thighs. "Keep them up there for me." Your motions feel sluggish, your body so comfortable after the pleasure he's coaxed from it, it takes you a minute to comply.

Silent eyes run all over you. Sometimes the way he looks at you is more intense, burns hotter and fiercer than his actual touch. It's enough to set your skin on fire.

Long minutes pass while he holds you open and drinks his fill. His eyes follow the line of your neck, pause for long moments on your breasts, appreciating the way your nipples harden under his burning stare. He keeps looking, traveling the bumps and dips of your body, the scars and marks that make you unique. Make you his.

Every so often, he places his metal hand on your skin and simply rests it there, staring intently for long periods at the contrast between his hand and your skin.

"Bucky? What are you doing?" The question slips softly from your lips.

He hums, examining his fingers as they flex against you. "Want to keep this, memorize it all. So I can remember I was here with you."

The raw emotion in his voice makes you close your eyes. You feel exposed beyond belief, and his intense perusal is so different from the heated experiences the two of you typically share. Its different in a way that is undefinable, and far more intimate than anything you've ever felt.

He swings his gaze from your belly to your thighs, down over your knees, lingering on the chipped purple polish that covers your toes. And then he looks back up and his eyes focus directly on the view between your legs.

"Mmm, best for last," he mumbles under his breath. He licks his lips, and you feel your skin heat up, blushing under his scrutiny. You start to fidget, reaching your hand down, feeling the need to cover something, and he gently slaps it back in place.

"Stop." His voice is stern, commanding, and you give a huff of frustration when he shoots you a warning look, that quickly melts into a cheeky grin.

Running his hands down your thighs, he catches your knees and picks your legs up, settling your calves on his shoulders. Dark hair falls forward when he leans into you, pushing down until you're bent in half, knees nearly touching your shoulders. It's a hard stretch, and he moves slowly, giving your muscles time to adjust. His hands are splayed flat on the bed, palms resting on either side of your face, and his blue eyes burn darker with his concentration. He shifts his hips, letting his cock rub against your folds, soaking his length in your slickness, his tip bumping your clit with every few strokes. Reaching behind your head, he grips your hair and lifts your mouth to his, lips hard and hungry when they connect with yours.

The warm feel of his tongue slips into your mouth in the same moment he pushes his cock into you, sinking down as far as he can, until he's completely buried. It's so tight, and he feels the light pulse from your last orgasm fluttering around his dick, tearing a deep groan from him. The roughness of his breath fills you, and you swallow the sound, wrapping your fingers around his strong forearms.

God he fills you up so fucking well.

It's the only coherent thought left in your head. The way he barely pulls out and shoves himself back in, hitting that spot deep inside you, makes your stomach flip.

His mouth stays locked on yours, unwilling to lose that connection. Snapping his hips faster, he finds a pace that has you seeing stars, throwing himself into every movement, and you feel him bottom out with every single thrust.

There's nothing left in the world but the two of you, your soft pants, his harsh grunts, a symphony of filthy, explicit music filling the room around you. The rapid rise and fall of his chest is enough to tell you he's close, and with each thrust he grinds harder against your clit, again and again, wordlessly asking you to give him just one more. It's a sizzling feeling when the final orgasm crackles through you, lighting you up from the base of your spine, and you can't help the scream that leaves your lips. He catches the sound, living for the feel of you clinging tightly to him as you find your release.

His arms are shaking, his knees are weak, the sweat rolling down his back when he feels the familiar tug approaching. Holding you strong enough to bruise, his body goes rigid and you feel the deep vibrations of his moan rattle through you when he comes, spilling himself inside you.

-----

The black sky has faded to an inky blue, dawn chasing the moonlight away, before the two of you were finally quiet.

You feel achy and used and so fucking satisfied. Voice hoarse from talking, Bucky lays with his head on your stomach, an arm curved around your waist, his fingers drawing mindless patterns on your skin. His hair keeps falling across his face and you comb your fingers through it, smoothing it back, listening to his even breathing. When he speaks, the sound is muffled, his mouth pressed to your skin.

"I plan on being here the rest of tonight, and all day tomorrow, and the day after, and maybe forever after that. Is that okay?"

Your heart hammers in your chest at the intent and intensity you hear, and you give him the word he longs to hear, the one you love saying.

"Always."

He sounds tired, but happy, when you hear his soft laugh. "I was really hoping you'd say that."

-----

The buttery smell of pancakes is the first thing you notice when you open your eyes. Yawning, you stretch your arms above your head, sighing at the feeling. It was your favorite kind of sore, the kind following a long night in bed with an enthusiastic and very capable Bucky Barnes.

Reaching to the floor, you pick up his black button-up, still lying in a crumpled pile. It reaches your mid-thigh and you have to roll the sleeves up three times, but it smells just like him, and there's no way he's getting it back.

Tiptoeing to the bedroom door, you peak through the the living room and into the kitchen. His back to you, Bucky stands at the stove dressed in low-slung black sweatpants, the muscles in his back rolling and shifting as he moves. You observe him shamelessly for a long time, appreciating the beautiful view.

The sound of Glenn Miller plays faintly from his phone, and you hear him humming along as he flips pancakes. Padding quietly into the kitchen, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tight, pressing your lips to his back, closing your eyes at the warm taste of his skin. Beneath your fingers, you feel the rumbling vibration in his chest as he says hello.

Looking over his shoulder, he smiles and gestures with the spatula to the small table in your kitchen window.

"Have a seat, keep me company."

Settling onto a chair, you watch as he navigates your kitchen. Now and then, he turns to sing a line from his favorite playlist, a mix of Glenn Miller and Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong.

It's only a few more minutes before he's places a plate heaped with pancakes, drenched in thick maple syrup, in front of you. One bite in, you whine in absolute pleasure at the taste.

"You're a man of many talents Barnes, but I think this might be the one I like best."

His eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs at the seriousness of your statement, graciously accepting the compliment. Minutes tick by and you eat in companionable silence, enjoying the comforting feel of the other's presence, while the sunlight cascades through the windows.

It was a tender, intimate moment, the kind you wished you could photograph, hold tight and revisit when everything surrounding the two of you inevitably flipped upside down. Propping your elbow on the table, you were absentmindedly fluttering your fingers in the dust motes that hung in the shaft of sunlight when Bucky breaks the silence.

"I love you."

His voice is quiet, wanting you to hear him, but terrified that you actually will.

Your heart jumps when you look at him, and he is watching you so intently. For more than a century, he's walked this earth and in that time he's never said this before, not once, not to anyone. Tentatively sliding his fingers across the table, he touches his palm to yours, anchoring your hands together, propping up his elbow so his forearm is flush against yours. The corners of your lips curve up, a smile lighting up your face.

The soft buzz from his phone interrupts, and you see him hesitate before picking it up. A quick glance at the screen and resignation settles in his features. Sighing, he sets the phone down carefully, staring at the table while he searches for his voice. Looking up, he offers a wistful smile.

"I've gotta go."

Emotions race across his face, light and dark competing. The frustration, the anxiety, the way his muscles immediately tense, everything colored with a brush of anger.

And there, you see the shadow of the Soldier who is so eager to claw his way to the surface.

Standing from your stool, you step in front of where he sits, his eyes closed, his shoulders slumping in disappointment at the thought of walking out your door again. Nudging his knees apart you step into his personal space and cup his face in your hands, ghosting your thumbs over the delicate eyelids.

His hands curl around your waist to pull you in close, his eyes opening to flicker uncertainly over your face, praying fiercely that once again, you would understand why he needs to leave. Leaning forward, you lick the maple syrup from the corner of his mouth and press a sticky kiss to his nose. He chuckles softly at the feeling, wrinkling his nose and grinning up at you.

"I love you too Bucky Barnes."

The sheer happiness that floods his face takes your breath away.

He opens his mouth to speak, to tell you all the reasons why he loves you, how much, and when he knew, all the romantic things people say in these situations, but the emotion of your statement overwhelms him, and he simply nods. His response stays stuck in his throat, blocked by the tears that suddenly threaten to fall.

Here you are, smiling at the man in front of you, embracing every single shade you see, and wondering how on earth it was possible to love someone this much. He carries a crushing burden of responsibility on his shoulders, and he will do so until the end of his days.

This will never, ever change. It will always be in the background, threatening to rip him away at any moment, but there was nothing to do but ignore that possibility.

For now, he was here, he was happy, and he loved you. And really, that's all you ever wanted.

Touching your lips gently to his forehead, the murmured words are music to him.

"You go save the world Buck. When you come home, I'll be waiting."

*****

[hunchbearing]

The Sonic Guys’ Story

“I’m heading to Sonic with TJ, baby. See you later.” 

Peter had said those words to his wife at least twice a day for the last sixteen years. He was forty now, almost old enough for his age to justify the dark circles under his black eyes. Janice had loved him once. They used to sneak up to the roof of Peter’s old apartment building in the moonglow of the steamy summer nights of L.A. They talked about their darkest secrets, their greatest hopes. They made love like animals on those sandpapery shingles so many times, the roof had an oval-shaped section worn bare by their writhings. Janice’s incredible yoga-sculpted ass could have been used to hammer the nails back in, if she’d been so inclined.

But that was long ago, and these days her rear end reminded Peter of a stocking full of cream cheese. A mud baby that never grew grass, save for the few scattered stray hairs. Peter always told her where he was going. He made it a point to announce it to her zombie-like face every single time. He didn’t know why he bothered. A diseased part of his mind hoped that maybe, just once, she would doubt what he said. After all, who goes to Sonic every single day? She might suspect an affair with some eighteen-year-old cheerleader who thinks cum tastes like Cinnabon icing. Yeah, that would stick it to the saggy old hag. But alas, she would always wave it off with a generic mumble. “OK, babe. Have fun.” She wouldn’t even extend him the courtesy to look up from the Lots-o-Slots game on her phone. She thought her husband was just going to Sonic. And she was absolutely right. Their last sexual encounter was a drunken blowjob on Valentine’s Day. Peter’s aunt had died that morning. Janice cooked spaghetti for dinner. After they ate, she took off his pants and told him to sit in the table. When he felt the crumbs of his children’s morning Pop Tarts on his bare cheeks, he had to hold back tears. And like an angel of mercy, his own mind came to his rescue. Erotic images flickered across his psyche. Two dollar happy hour.tomorrow. Vanilla blueberry slushie. Fifty cent corn dogs all day long on Saturday. Just fifty cents! Such sweet savings. Such value. It was his first erection in five months. It was his first orgasm in a year. Janice knew Peter was having an affair. An affair with a woman named Sonic. Her sister Audrey would always make jokes when Peter was gone. “Peter is off with his boyfriend TJ again? They’re going on another one of their Sonic dates?” Janice would always offer a weak smile. If only. If only he were fucking a man. But to do that, you have to be alive. Peter was a corpse. An M&M with no chocolate inside. As for his balding blonde friend TJ, she had her suspicions that he was mentally challenged. The three of them went to a movie together once. While Peter was out in the bathroom, Janice took TJ’s hand, gently ran it up her thigh, and pressed it hard into her matted pubic hair. He giggled like a schoolboy. “That’s squishy!” Peter could have that dunce. Those two spent most of the 21st Century at that Sonic place, eating that repulsive cheap garbage. So many nights, Peter came home with that smell on his clothes. He was like a human onion ring. When the odor started to linger in the sheets, she made him sleep in the living room. Whatever his fascination was with that grease hole, she wanted no part of it. She just wanted someone, anyone, to give her a moment of attention. As for TJ, he was perhaps the only human being who enjoyed Sonic more than Peter. In TJ’s youth, Sonic was his refuge from the constant beatings delivered by his shrill mother. “Why can’t you do math!?” She home schooled him, unwilling to put him in special needs classes. “No son of mine is going to Tard School,” she’d often proclaim. “Why can’t you spell your own name? Your own name! You stupid bastard! You worthless stupid bastard!” After hearing the words “stupid bastard”, TJ knew The Belt was coming. Theodore Joseph Jr., in a desperate attempt to please his mother, started going by TJ around age 11. After all, he could spell TJ. Mother was enraged. The beatings only got worse until finally she punctured his right lung. He was placed into foster care. His new mother, Ms. Gladstone, was a 400 pound chainsmoker from Louisiana. She had no children of her own, and treated TJ with a kindness he hadn’t known before. Her restaurant of choice was Sonic. She ate all her meals there and would take TJ to every single one of them. She’d request her chili on the side, so she could slurp it like morning coffee. At home, they would talk and play games, and she would always give him a quarter when he scraped her feet with her pedicure kit.

But of course, paradise didn’t last.

Mrs. Gladstone choked to death on her favorite sandwich: a bacon cheese toaster topped with tots and coney chunks. It happened right in front of TJ, and after he laughed at the way her face changed color, he realized the gravity of the situation and attempted to resuscitate her with a few punches to her flabby stomach. The courts decided that TJ’s mother, who was now fresh out of rehab, was ready for a second chance at raising him. She regained custody, and resumed the savage beatings. But TJ’s heart was warmed by fond memories of Sonic. His church. His promised land. His universe. He wore Sonic like armor, and it dulled the sting of the large rodeo championship belt buckle. When TJ was 25, his mother died of lung cancer. On the day she began her permanent hospital stay, he was sternly informed that he could not sleep in her bed with her. He was enraged, as was Mother. The altercation that followed was thereafter known as “The Mommy Incident” by the staff. The veteran doctors still occasionally retell the tale in the breakroom to put a scare into the new interns. They were legally obligated to let TJ stay in the hospital, so he was banished to the waiting room. During the many days TJ spent there, he made friends with Peter. Peter’s grandfather had colon cancer. When Peter and TJ would sit in the huge, quiet waiting room, TJ would crack wise about his favorite cartoons on Nickelodeon. Peter’s sides would split in laughter. He was charmed by TJ’s juvenile sense of humor. It wasn’t until weeks later that Peter realized TJ was just flat-out juvenile. Peter stood by TJ’s side at his mother’s funeral. They were the only two people in attendance. The funeral director’s two sons had to fill in as pallbearers. “Pretty heavy for a little bitch,” one of them griped. After it was over, Peter turned to TJ and shrugged, “Wanna get something to eat?” TJ paused. For the past 15 years of his life, he hadn’t tasted anything but ketchup toast and boiled cabbage. TJ wrestled with the concept in his mind. Get? Eat? Peter helpfully chimed in. “There’s this one drive-in place I saw on the way down here. Ever been to Sonic?” TJ’s hapless moronic mouth split into a gaping grin. “Let’s go!” And go they did. TJ was in heaven. As they pulled into the space, he was thrilled by the bright colors on the walls and the sleek chrome trim on the signs. It was like arriving in a city of the future. The carhops rolled around on skates with platters of food. They were like angels on wheels. Looking at the menu, he hardly recognized it from his childhood. There were so many more choices now. Thousands of them, in fact. Milkshakes. Malts. Slushes. Cream slushes. Coneys. Cheese fries. Cheese tots. Chili tots. Hamburgers. Toasters. Chicken strips. French toast sticks. Mozzarella sticks. Breakfast burritos. Onion rings. Not to mention the thousands of possible combinations of flavors you could put in your drinks. Chocolate. Vanilla. Cherry. Blue Raspberry. Lemon. Lime. Orange. As if by magic, he never wet the bed again after that day, and only seldom shit his pants. Right there, TJ decided to go to Sonic every single day of his life until he had tried the entire menu. When Peter pointed out to him that it was impossible, that he could live several lifetimes and never try them all, TJ just smiled and affectionately stroked his Wacky Pack toy. In a few short years, he would have a massive collection stashed in his house. Whenever he needed shelf space for a new toy, he threw some of his mother’s old clown figurines onto the front lawn. With the Wacky Pack kids in his house, Mother’s voice could never get back into his brain. Peter also had an immediate attraction to the place. You drive up and pick your spot. You look at the menu. There’s no pressure to decide, because you press the button when you are ready to order exactly what you want, down to the last detail. He was aroused by the level of control he had. Perhaps it was because he felt he had no control at home. At Sonic, he was God and he ruled with an iron fist. It was even better with TJ. Peter was fascinated with TJ. The big idiot could grate on his nerves a little, but he would be damned if he didn’t find his ignorant innocence charming. He had such a zest for life. At least the parts of life that involved Sonic. It wasn’t long before their weekly trips there became daily. They talked about the food, the drinks, the service. TJ would often make a comment on the meal that bordered on insane, and Peter would try to correct him, then ultimately throw his hands up in defeat. “Popcorn chicken? How do they make the popcorn into chicken?” “What do you mean? It’s not popcorn. It’s chicken.” “Right, but how did they turn this popcorn into chicken?” “They didn’t. It’s just chunks of chicken that you can eat like popcorn. Popcorn chicken.” “Oh, so they just feed a lot of corn to a chicken and then cook the chicken.” Was this what it felt like to love a son? The years flew by. TJ remained a child, and Peter ignored his own children. The strange couple learned everything about Sonic. They became the Encyclopedia Sonnica. If you told them what you were going to eat, they knew exactly what kind of drink you should have with it.

“Bacon cheese toaster? Get a blue coconut slush. Squirt of chocolate, squirt of lemon. Oh, hold the bacon? In that case, orange cream slush, squirt of strawberry, and get some real limes in there, and a cherry. Yeah, they’ll do it. They have to do it for you if you ask.” They knew the names of all the kids in the Wacky Pack; first, last, and even middle names. They had written letters to Sonic’s CEO asking for their backstories, and when their letter was returned, they were disappointed with the flimsy answer.

“The Wacky Pack all live in ‘Wacky Land’? What the hell? That’s not even canon!”

They took it upon themselves to create a detailed universe for the characters - one that actually made sense. Their submission to Sonic Headquarters never received a reply. TJ often dreamed he was in the Wacky Pack, running and playing in a world of jungle gyms and smiling tater tots. They would make their pilgrimage to Oklahoma City and visit Sonic headquarters a few times a year. If a new product was coming out, they knew about it before anyone else. If Sonic announced a new dipping sauce on social media, TJ and Peter had posted about it 5 hours earlier on their own Sonic fan-website, along with a 1000-word critique. TJ baffled Peter in this department. Despite the fact he was illiterate, he could dictate a fast food product review that hit the ear like a Shakespearean sonnet. His words on the honey mustard dip actually made Peter weep. For once, TJ was exceptional at something. His mother’s cigarette burns were fading, both from his skin and from his memory.   As for the carhops who delivered the food to them, their opinions were divided. Several of them affectionately called Peter and T.J. the Dailies, because they always showed up at least once a day. They called them by name, and Peter and T.J. knew their names too. That was the carhops who liked them. The others referred to them as “The Menu Fags”. Peter was “Coney Cunt”, and T.J. was “Tater Tard”. Trixie was their favorite carhop. 20 years old, chubby, a front tooth missing. Hearing their Sonic trivia was always the high point of her day. And Peter would stay up all night researching mind blowing fun facts, just so he could recite them to her the next time she served them. She was impressed with him, for God’s sakes. No way would he let her down. On the rare occasion he made love to his wife, he imagined her with a visor and rollerskates. One night as he crudely thrusted into her, he blurted, “Did you know Sonic was originally called Top Hat? They had to change the name because it was already taken - Unnng!” Janice was taken aback. “What are you talking about?” But by that point, Peter had already climaxed. Even his loads were starting to smell like fry oil. “God, I’d like her to sit on my face,” Peter pined as he spotted Trixie delivering to another spot one afternoon. “But how would you breathe?” T.J. laughed. “God, never mind. I need new friends.” A few minutes later, Trixie showed up with their food. “Hey, guys! I saw you got grape, coconut, and whipped cream in your lemonade. What’s the occasion?” Peter smiled bashfully. “No occasion. It’s just that I got extra onions and ketchup on my coney this time, so I figured it would hit the palate just right if I complemented it with something exotic.” “Interesting! Broadening your horizons, huh? You’re the expert I guess. So what have you got for me today?” Peter coyly raised one eyebrow. “Well, just out of curiosity, do you know what Sonic used to be called?” Trixie’s face brightened. “No way. It used to have a different name?” “Peter wants you to sit on his face!” Peter stared ahead blankly. TJ looked at him with an openmouthed smile. Trixie was frozen. “That’s 24.57,” she finally spoke. Peter didn’t turn his head. “Here’s a fifty. Keep the change.” “Hah! He wants your big fat butt on his face.” They didn’t see Trixie again after that. They tried several locations over the next few weeks, thinking maybe she transferred, but she was nowhere in sight. Peter’s libido officially collapsed. Once their favorite server was gone, they took more and more long-distance trips. They called it “Sonic Surveying”. They took notes. Which place has the freshest fries? The cleanest parking lot? Even better, which locations had menu items that nobody else had? 

During one trip, TJ stuck his head out the window and struck a mailbox. Even though his scalp bled like a fountain, he held a towel to the wound and insisted they press on. His health could wait; he had to know if the El Caldera branch really did leave their corn dogs on one side for too long. Eventually, Sonic took up so much of Peter’s time that he had to quit his job at the water department. He signed up as a customer service rep for the sole reason that he could do it at home. As he sat at the computer, his eyes frequently flitted to his framed photograph he took of his neighborhood Sonic. Trixie was holding a Route 44 Dr. Pepper with blueberry flavoring, waving to the camera. Peter would occasionally run his finger over her breasts. As for TJ, he hadn’t had a real job his entire life. His mother was a wealthy heiress, and when she died he became a wealthy heir. But he had no desires beyond Sonic. The family accountant took care of the bills, and when TJ was home he watched his beloved cartoons with the Wacky Pack arranged all around him, all facing the TV. When women saw him in public in his Gucci sunglasses, they would often saunter over and flirt with him. But his childish attitude drove them away like the stench of a dead dog. Many of the would-be gold diggers assumed Peter was some kind of caretaker to the boy. After all, how could a man look so sullen, so empty, unless he was changing adult diapers 7 days a week? Peter was somewhat aware of their reputation among the Sonic workers. Through the windows, he’d occasionally see the fry cooks snicker and point at him. When he walked inside once to complain about his mozzarella sticks, he overheard one of them call him a “gaylord”. Since then, he often made it a point to mention his wife and kids while he bantered with TJ. “My kids would love these dino-shaped cookies.” “I should get another of these Valentine slushies for my wife.” “Wow. With these half-price root beers, I can get enough for my whole family. And fuck the ol’ wife later, if you know what I’m saying.” TJ never knew “what he was saying”. It wasn’t directed at him, anyway. It was just in case the Sonic twerps were listening. There was never a “moment of epiphany” when it came to Sonic. There wasn’t one specific day when Peter realized the restaurant had consumed his entire identity. It came little by little. The only thing was, he didn’t care. Where else would he be if it weren’t for Sonic? 

Would he be back in his miserable cubicle reading meters 40 hours a week? Wow, sounds great. 

Would he be playing with his kids? Fuck that shit. Those girls never loved him. Even when they were toddlers, they cried when he held them. They rejected his presence like an amputee can reject an arm transplant. He wasn’t their hero. He wasn’t even an authority figure. He was just a stranger in their house who paid the bills and kept their cell phones in working order. 

His wife Janice? She’d never admit it, but she was just as hollow as he was. The fun, smart, challenging, sexy girl he fell in love with in college was as dead as Princess Diana. Buried in the casket of a fat old bitter woman, but dead all the same. Who had the right to say he was wasting his time, anyway? What do other people do? Watch sports? See movies? Play games? Listen to music? Everyone on the planet was killing their time as far as Peter was concerned. Sonic was just his own version of wasting time. Entertaining himself with cheap food as the world spun around. As the faint lines on his face became deep wrinkles. As his hairline faded back like a tide. As his pooch became a pot belly and his teeth rotted. As the french fries under his seats got as hard as wood. As his daughters grew older. As they had their own children. As the world’s countries collapsed into themselves. As the continents collided back into one. As the earth’s water baked into the sky from the heat of the sun. As the galaxy swallowed itself. We’re just killing time, at the speed of sound.

[unfortunatelysirius]

Hell to the No [Remus Lupin - Marauders Era]

♥PROMPT ♥ [Requested] Flirting with Sirius Black is a horrible mistake when the big, bad wolf comes out to play. ♥ A/N ♥ It’s about to get funky—I mean, what? ♥ WARNINGS ♥ Swearing, Fluff, Mild Smut ♥ WORD COUNT ♥ 1614

IT WAS IN THE EVENING, and after a tasteful dinner in the Great Hall, you and your friends decided to relax down in the Gryffindor common-room. The fireplace was lit and going strong, giving off a lasting warmth that felt like a shield of orange leather on the skin, and you were cuddled up into an armchair, two of four Marauders bunched up in the sofa opposite you. One just so happened to be staring at you intently, but you were oblivious to his attention. Instead, your head was tilted downward and watching intently the events conspiring down below.

James and Sirius were playing an intense game of Exploding Snap on the floor. Cards were being complied one after another, and both the boys had their tongues sticking out in concentration. The game had been going on for several minutes, and you were beginning to tire from watching it; even the ever-fascinated Peter seemed to be yawning, eyes drooping with apparent exhaustion.

“Sirius, instead of biting your tongue, why don’t I bite it for you?” you said teasingly, giving him a suggestive look. You tried to contain your laughter as your own words registered, and slowly you began to stick your own tongue out—all the way, until it appeared that you were both mocking Sirius and trying at seducing him.

Sirius, with a bewildered look on his face, glanced upward. He immediately went slack-jawed at the sight of you staring at him with your tongue caught between your teeth. This caused him to elbow the house of cards, leading to a domino-effect of exploding paper.

“Bloody hell!” James shrieked, landing on his arse as he moved to stumble from the cascade of explosions.

With his eyebrows singed and face covered in ash, Sirius regained composure and sent a sultry smirk at you. “Love, I always knew you’d come around,” he said, leaning back on Remus’s legs—lean sticks of muscle and skin that appeared to be stiff as stone. Sirius gestured to the pile of dust on the carpet. “Why don’t I show you a domino-effect of my body and yours?”

Just as you went to reply, Remus stood up, sending Sirius to the ground—face-first, of course. Sirius’s torso swirled around and he glared at Remus. He had a hand to his structured nose, caressing it as though he were actually hurting. “The hell, mate?”

Remus just stared at him, his face filled with seething anger. He didn’t respond, and so Sirius turned to James with raised eyebrows. James just shrugged helplessly, giving no inclination on knowing what the absolute fuck was wrong with Remus.

You stared at Remus, flushing red as you realized he’d probably heard your little game with Sirius. He was always off healing from a full moon or studying for a test when you’d get into a sparring of wit, and so you’d become used to the teasing without really thinking anything of it—and so had Sirius. But Remus… he was never there, and now he was surely to believe that you had feelings for the git. Bloody hell, were you frustrated with yourself.

James suddenly brightened, pointing up a finger as though he had the most brilliant of ideas. “I think he’s jealous!” he declared.

Sirius raised an eyebrow while Remus seemed to falter, face paling. You gave him an inquisitive look, wanting to know what was bothering him so much. “Why the hell would he be jealous? We all know Y/N has the hots for him; it’s bloody obvious,” he said offhandedly, and you froze. It was then that Sirius seemed to realize what he’d just said. “Oops,” he muttered, but it didn’t seem very sincere.

“Just stop fucking flirting with her, Sirius,” Remus snarled at him, and you hoped to God that Sirius’s words hadn’t registered for him—no matter how much hope you had in your heart that he felt the same way as you. The werewolf in question glanced at you, and had this certain look on his face that brought you to glance downwards, a permanent flush to your cheeks.

James glanced at you—and out pounced the infamously disconcerting Prongs, always coming to ruin your day with his lack of subtlety. “Shall we leave the two lovebirds then, Padfoot? Wormtail?” he asked politely, and you might have found his ash-covered face comical if it wasn’t for the sick feeling in your gut.

Sirius gave a hearty grin, then wiggled his eyebrows at you and Remus. “Get the girl, Moony,” he mouthed to Remus. He then sent a last-second wink in your direction. “Goodbye, my love; hope to see you up in the dorm sometime tonight.” He hurried away before Remus could run after him, claws and canines elongated.

A bubble formed in your throat and you slowly risked a glance at Remus. He was already staring at you, his gaze steeled with a fierce intensity that had your eyes widening and mouth lowly gaping. He was so beautiful to you, with his messy brown hair, almond-colored eyes, soft caramel complexion, and his kind demeanor. He was just… so perfect, not like anyone you’d ever known before. He could do no wrong in your eyes—you believed that wholeheartedly—and every time he came and talked to you, a ball of tension coiled in your stomach, like a taut string pulled to its limit.

And you’d blown your cover by flirting with that stupid git, Sirius Black. What were you meant to do now? Stutter out an apology—claim it wasn’t what it looked like? What was a girl like you meant to do—

Remus stood up abruptly. Your attention snapped completely to him, and you were entirely shocked to see him with a determined curl to his lips, a hollow beating in his symmetrical cheekbones. Then he began to walk towards you, slow and leisurely—with precision and focus in every step, every jump.

“Remus, what—” you began to say, but then he was grabbing you up by the arm and tugging you to the stairs leading up to the boys’ dorms. Your heart began to accelerate, thump-thump-thumping at the feel of his fingers enrobing yours.

He was voiceless, as though the wolf had completely taken over and his own human mind was left to scream and protest as you were brought somewhere sinister. You went from one hall to another, going around and around from place to place—all until you stopped suddenly in front of the sixth-year dorms. Your tongue went dry, throat fighting for an inch of voice as the door went open and you were suddenly put in a place where you were the omega.

Remus grabbed you, and without finding it in yourself to process the situation, you were thrown onto a bed, with Remus’s thick, steady frame hovering over you like the clouds before a thunderstorm. His eyes were dark—with lust or sinister intent? You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that you were either in a dream or an alternate reality, and you couldn’t care less which one was the truth as long as you remembered every single detail of it.

First, he slid off your robes, strangely gentle for a mad-eyed Lycan—but then he showed his true colors, ripping off your dress-shirt and smirking at what lay beneath. You were in everlasting shock, never expecting this sort of behavior from a bloke that read history books for leisure. But then again, he was part-wolf. You practically wanted to thank Sirius Black, just for getting you into this situation.

You reached up, grabbing Remus by his tie and smashing his lips onto yours. The first thing you tasted was kidney steak, then a side of strawberry crème and chocolate éclair—things you remembered clearly from the evening’s feast. His tongue alone caught your attention, feeding you a touch of lemon-drops—perhaps he’d had a feast dedicated almost entirely to sweets? Whatever the case, it tasted much, much better than any sort of dessert you could receive at Hogwarts—even the pumpkin pie, which was something absolutely delectable and almost to-die-for. His mouth was plump and pink, his teeth clashing against yours as you surrendered your defenses, giving him your all as you lost the ability to breathe.

With yourself exposed, you felt a desperate need for closure—and so you reached a blind hand up to his chest. You groped around and around for the first sleeve of his robes, and detaching your lips from his, you tugged off one sleeve and then the other. The bloke was dressed in dress-pants and a button-up—two things you weren’t afraid to rip off, just as he’d done with your own shirt.

He watched with a burning gaze as you tore into his shirt, unbothered at the popped buttons as they sprang apart from the force. The sight of his bare chest, covered in white lines and toned muscles, had you releasing a throaty moan and you clawed your way back to Remus’s mouth. You flipped him over, filling a ball in your core at the feeling of him beneath you—and you could barely contain yourself when a slight bulge at your legs had you taking into account his erection. You shivered, hand tightening on his chin and tongue fighting harder against his own—and slowly, your free hand began to playfully finger its way down to his pants, grazing along his stomach like an electric wire that buzzed at the slightest touch.

As you began to tease and play with the swell of his tight, tight pants, you started to think…

You could get mighty used to a jealous Remus.