#hey look its that guy from taxi driver

[epicwingman]

Withered Roses: Steven Rudboys

Steven Rudboys is a talented pilot who works in the U.S. military and a main/secondary character in How to Bake a Loaf of Bread. When he isn't showing off to his friends, he's drinking too much alcohol for his own good or spending some time with his father. Nacha moving in doesn't affect Steven at all, but him and Walter don't exactly get along.

Steven is probably one of the better written characters overall. He doesn't really do much in the first book, just drinks, fights and has an ego that can be seen from miles away, but the next 3 books will focus on him more and I've just loved writing and developing his character!

Nacho is releasing little sneak peeks constantly! I love the fact that it's getting a Steam release honestly. I also can't wait to see what this whole character creator thing is that Nacho has planned! I don't have any main OCs for TNMN (there's 3 for Withered Roses but I don't have specific designs for these characters... they're just all sort of there) but it'll be cool to play around with this!

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A little death 1

summary: Rock n Roll was at its peak, and so was Guns n Roses. However, the most popular band had lost their drummer, and what’s a rock band without their drummer? So when a new girl steps in to fill the gap in their band, slash doesn’t take too kindly to her. She’s wild, untamed, free spirited, an addict, and yet, she was free. Everyone loved her. The world loved her. And yet, Slash couldn’t. He hated her. Plain and simple, because it was easier to hate her, than to love her.

warnings: this will contain mentions of sexual themes and adult themes. if any of those things trigger you, please hope off now :) ....

Axls eyes fluttered open, noticing the chair closest to y/n was empty, Slash’s chair was empty. the redheads gaze moved onto the bathroom door, slightly closed but not fully, light coming but from the bottom of the door. Axl got up and took a glance at y/n, still laying practically lifeless with no color in her face. not makeup, no wine colored lips, nor her pink highlighter. He rubbed his eyes as he walked off to the bathroom, slowly pushing the door open as he looked inside, his best friend was on the floor shaking while he clutched something close to his chest. Axl didn’t say much or anything for that matter and sat down next to him.

he rubbed his knees and he kept his gaze straight. Slash gulped putting his forehead against his knees. Axl took a deep breath, licking his lips before going to speak up.

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1 MONTH PRIOR

"fucking bitch." Slash muttered under his breath as he took a sip of his water, leaning against a wall as he watched y/n sat on a couch with a bunch of other people around her, all sharing lines. Izzy was next to her as he took a line after her. “hey handsome” A brunette said as she moved her hand along Slash’s shoulders and arms before moving in-front of him, slash took a glance at her before looking over at y/n again, soon enough the girl in-front of him pulled him into a kiss, which he couldn’t resist melting into it.

it took a while before the two pulled away, Slash’s gaze averting to where y/n was sat, to find a empty spot. “i-uh, i gotta go” Slash said patting the lady’s arm before rushing off looking for her, walking into a couple rooms to find some couples fucking, Duff and some groupies, some more people doing lines but no y/n before he heard a voice say “man, get off my dick” followed by a giggle, Slash turned around to check the voice out and found y/n on the floor while a guy was standing infront of her with a bag of what looked like to be powdered heroine.

y/n looked over at Slash and smiled “aye! Sau- oops, Slash!” she giggled, as Slash quickly bent down to help her up “okay, let’s get you back to the hotel” He said concern lacing his voice, this was a routine to Slash at this point, he came to parties to look after y/n. “hey man, come on! we were gonna go do something!” the guy said moving over to grab onto y/n’s arm “hey, fucking touch her again and i’ll fuck you up.” Slash said loudly, y/n’s eyes widened as she giggled once again.

Slash quickly moved y/n’s arm around his shoulder to help her walk out, he walked out the party, helping y/n sit down on the sidewalk before calling over a taxi. once one stopped, Slash, helped her back up and helped her get in the back, getting in next to her as he told the driver where they were headed. he rested back before licking his lips, looking over at her. “did he do anything to you?” Saul said as y/n shook her head “nope, but i sure missed out on some good shit” she chuckled laying her head on his shoulder

“think you can stay awake?” Slash asked, hearing her hum but knowing she was going to do the exact opposite, he rested his palm on her leg, moving his thumb in a circle. it didn’t take long for them to arrive, he paid the driver before nudging y/n awake “come on, need you to walk with me sweets, kay?” he mumbled to her, moving some hair out of her face, as he wrapped her arm around his shoulder just like before, walking them inside the lobby as he moved over to the elevator. “you’ve got a lot of hair, y’ know that?” she giggled as Saul chuckled “yea i know sweets. come on” He said walking them inside the elevator and pressing the floor of their rooms

“oh no!” y/n said scaring Saul as he looked over at her worried “what?” “we forgot Izzy! oh and Axl, and duff too!” y/n said looking at Saul, causing him to laugh “sweetheart, we didn’t forget them, they’ll be here soon. how much did you drink?” he smiled looking down at her as he smiled, noticing y/n’s mascara leaving little marks near the top of her cheeks “hold still” he said moving his thumb to wipe his the stains off, before the elevator ping let him know they’d reached, he helped y/n carefully to her room, her giggles filling the hallway “you’ve got your keycard right?” Saul said, realizing he should get copies of her card

“mhm, right here” y/n said pointing at the pocket that held her wallet, Saul dug his hand into her pocket, pulling out the red leather wallet and taking the card out, putting it against the scanner and pushing the door open as he helped her in and set her down on the bed. putting her wallet on the table under the tv. taking his leather jacket off revealing his rolling stones shirt that he had worn after the concert “take your jacket off for me sweets.” Saul knew y/n never remembered most the night after she got high and drunk, so the sweetness wasn’t remembered after all.

Saul drugged through her toiletries and found the makeup wipes she always had, taking a wipe out before wiping her face clean of any makeup, helping her into the bathroom as he then helped her do the skincare routine he had remembered knowing the band would never hear the end of how she forgot to do it. Once she was done, Saul rushed to get the clothes she slept in, which were a shirt and plaid pj pants. he handed them to her as he waited outside for her, She handed him her old clothes which he put in the laundry bag for house cleaning to take care of. He finally had her in the bed, tucked in and out like a light.

he looked at the clock and realized it was 3 in the morning, knowing she had time before their next flight “hey, im leaving this right for ya, okay?” Saul whispered to her moving some hair again out of her face as he put the trash can next to her along with her painkillers and water “night love” he whispered kissing her forehead before grabbing his jacket and leaving the room, closing the door behind him as he leant up against it, digging his face into his hands

“how long are you gonna keep taking care of her before you two realize you love each other?” Saul heard, looking up to see his red headed friend “ ‘m not in love with her” “you sure? because you could’ve left her to do whatever is what she was gonna do with that guy, and every other night, would’ve left her to come home with Duff and Izzy real late, to sleep in her makeup and heals and leather pants.” Axl said looking at his friend as he licked his lips

“Saul-“ “there’s nothing going on. got it rose?” Slash said, looking at him before walking over to his room which was three feet away from y/n’s unlocking the door “night” he mumbled before walking in and slamming the door shut

…

“you okay?” Axl asked as Slash looked at him shrugging “if she is i am.”

[chaostudee]

the secret of us , chapter four.

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a couple of hours later you are at home getting ready with your friends to go out but you cant help it when your eyes briefly scan the piece of paper that lewis gave you.

your cheeks burn as you remember the interaction but you know better that nothing can become of it yet you slip the piece of paper into your purse along with your lip gloss and keys.

once you arrived at the club you followed your friends to the bar where you all bought a round of shots. a couple of hours later you find yourself on the dance floor swaying from side to side with a beer in your hand to the music.

although the main purpose of tonight was to forget him you couldn't help but think about the way his eyes latched onto yours or when your hands brushed when he slipped you his number.

you stop dancing and gulp thinking about it. you look around in the mob of people only to find your friends no where to be found. your first instinct was to find your purse of course which luckily you had but you were distraught to find that your phone was gone.

you put a hand over your mouth in worry and groan as you have a horrible headache from all the alcohol and truthfully it is even hard to stand without feeling dizzy. you sigh as you go to walk outside to go catch some air.

the streets were near quiet and you longed to know what time it was. you bite your lip before taking one last look in your purse only to find the one thing you were trying to avoid. lewis's number. you chuckle realising that you rly have no option since you honestly have no clue of any of your friends numbers and no money for a taxi.

a man nearby is txting on his phone so you go and give it a shot.

"um sry is it okay if i use your phone for one second"

the guy looks up and looks at you weirdly but once noticing that you were desperate he sighs and hands you the phone.

"thank you so much i wont be long"

the man grunts in response. you walk a few metres away and start typing in his number. just as you are about to dial you question why are u doing this? surely there is someone else? but you know right well that there isn't.

you dial and the line starts ringing.

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lewis is sat in a bar with most of the grid sat beside george as he laughs at another joke he made. lewis looks at the clock seeing that it is nearly 2am and sighs.

as he looks around at the decor he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket which is obviously unsual at this hour. he pulls out his phone and sees that it is an unknown caller, his first unstinct is to block but there is only few people who had his number and now you being on of them. he smiles softly to himself realising it could be you.

"hey you okay man?" george asks

"um ye um i got to take this real quick" he says trying to hide his smile.

george nods but narrows his eyes as he notices lewis happy demeanour which was not often seen only on the rare chance he was with someone. george smiles to himself.

lewis walks outside and answers.

"hi"

"oh um hi lewis its me um yn"

"you just couldnt last that long without hearing my voice again"

you blush and chuckle "um well.....no not exactly um...i"

lewis notices your shaky speech. "hey um you okay? he didn't hurt you again did he??"

you let out a sarcastic laugh. "um you know what no im actually not okay you see um this is not even my phone, i lost it, my friends ditched me here at this club, and i had a few too many beers and i feel like shit and now im calling this cute guy that gave me his number because i literally have no one else"

"shit im sry but if you need a lift i can get my driver to pick you up if u want"

"are u sure i dont want to be a burden" you ask running a hand through your hair.

"you're not a burden don't worry and now i can get an excuse to leave this horrible bar"

you groan. "oh god im so sry i totally forgot that george told me he was going out tonight"

at the mention of george you both go quiet.

"please don't mention this to george he would actually kill me if he knew"

lewis nods and looks in the window at his teamate filled with guilt. he looks away. "okay".

"can you send me your location?" lewis breaks the silence with his question. you do as he requests.

"okay ill be there in 20"

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the cold brisk air nipped at your feet and you couldn't help but shiver in instinct. your eyes scanned the main road waiting for lewis.

momentarily a black limo pulled up and not to your surprise lewis jumped out and looked around frantically for you.

once he had spotted you he sighed in relief and made his way over to you.

"oh thank god you're okay"

you smile shyly at him but you are so utterly exhausted that you can't even utter a word.

lewis catches onto this and nods in understanding. he takes the jacket from around his shoulders and places it on your own. your cheeks redden, his familiar smell wafting into your nostrils.

lewis guides you to the car, opening the door for you, making sure that you are comfortable before going around the otherside and getting in himself.

"you're staying at the same hotel as all the other drivers right?" lewis asks looking over at you to confirm his query. you nod in response before deciding to devote your attention the scenic views of the city.

the moonlight that shone on your face enamoured lewis and he kept glancing at your hand which lay palm facing upwards. he wanted to place his own ontop of yours and intertwine your fingers. he watched as you unwinded the window so that your hair flew ascrew across your face. he wanted to trace your cheek and pull your hair away from your eyes. his eyes scanned your face and watched as your tooth latched onto your lower lip.

his chest constricted when you looked over at him giving him a weird and confused expression.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?"

"like u want me"

lewis's eyes widen and he chuckles. "you're drunk y/n".

you roll your eyes. "well done for stating the obvious handsome".

lewis narrows his eyes and looks at you. "don't call me that"

"aw i thought you liked that" you say pouting.

lewis shakes his head. "fuck y/n pls stop messing with my head. we both know that sober you would never ever do this shit"

you chuckle. "well that's the fun of it". you take your hand and begin to trace up his arm but he pulls it away.

as the car begins to slow lewis sits up straight. "looks like we are here"

you groan, a sudden rush of nausea hitting you again.

lewis hops out and heads around to your side of the car and opens your door for you.

"are you okay to walk?"

you look up at him and then back down at your feet, you can already feel the blisters forming and your legs feel like jelly.

"um yeah i'll be fine"

you go to stand up but immediately fall and lewis supports his arm around you.

"you sure about that?" lewis chuckles. "god you are so stubborn"

"here sit down so i can take these off" lewis instructs as he points to your heels.

he glares at you and you obey. lewis gets down on his knees as he begins to unbuckle your heels. your heart is racing as his fingers brush the side of your leg. sure your head was woozy and you were most likely not going to remember this in the morning but when lewis looked up at you, holding your pair of heels in his hand you wanted nothing more than to kiss the shit out of him.

lewis eyes your feet and notices a trickle of blood coming from your heel. "fuck y/n you could have told me you were in pain" he says frustrated with you.

"i'm sorry" you mumble "i just didn't think you would care that much".

lewis shakes his hand and brings his hand to his forehead. "i care abou y/n okay so please don't keep anything from me, you can trust me i promise".

his words seem so sincere and his hand on your thigh is comforting in a way.

"okay?"

"okay" your reply.

lewis looks at the hotel. "what floor are you on?"

"oh god um i think it's 24 or 25 fuck idk i'm sorry"

"it's okay i'll figure it out"

lewis wraps his arms around you and lifts you up into his arms.

"what are u doing"

"i'm carrying you because you are certaintly not walking that distance"

you want to protest but don't.

lewis carries you up multiple flights of stairs before you make it to your door.

lewis allows you to get out of his grip as he tries to open the door. he takes a credit card from his wallet and uses it to unlock the door. shockingly it worked.

lewis helps you into the room and sets you down onto the bed. he watches as you collapse onto the bed and lay there in a ball. your dress begins to ride up and he quickly looks away.

"y/n sweetheart you have got to get changed i don't want you to be uncomfortable and also your makeup"

you groan in reponse, too tired to function.

lewis sighs. "come on i'll help you". lewis helps you sit up and you rub your eyes trying to rub your eyes free of sleep.

you sit up reluntantly. "um my pyjamas are in the top drawer over there" you mumble pointing the to top dresser.

lewis opens the drawer and picks out a set and throws it at you.

"thanks"

"um can you turn around real quick"

he coughs. "oh yeah yeah i'm sorry"

you change in the nick of time and then you are greeted by an awkward silence.

"you can go now" you say stifling a yawn.

lewis's eyes widen. "um okay....are you sure though?"

you hesitate but nod firmly. "you should get back to the guys"

"i don't really want to go back to them though" he admits with a shrug.

"then go home get some rest you had a long weekend" you suggest as a compromise.

"but i don't want to leave you here alone"

"but i'm always alone"

"yeah but you don't have to be"

"lewis...."

"please just let me stay"

"well you can sleep on the couch ig"

"thank you".

"no problem okay well um goodnight lewis and thanks for everything tonight it means alot".

lewis nods. "i'm here for you y/n whether you like or not".

you smile shyly and hop into bed as you watch him walk out of the room. it wasn't long before you had drifted off into a deep sleep.

lewis tossed and turned on the couch and the constant ticking of the clock bugged him. the light that emerged from your room enticed him. he couldn't stop thinking about you. part of him knew he was being crazy. he practically begged you to stay over and you hardly even knew eachother but even so he wanted nothing more than to be close to you.

lewis gets up and hovers outside your door before making a peek into your room. he smiles seeing your stoic figure in a peaceful sleep. upon spotting an armchair at the side of the bed he sat down in it as he kept a watchful eye on you. as the night passed his eyes fluttered and it wasn't long either before he had drifted off aswell dreaming about the company he had enjoyed that day and how he was hoping for many more days like today.

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From the prompt list: icemav + 6. patting the other’s head?? If it inspires

icemav + patting the other’s head

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To be a fighter pilot, you have to have ego.

It’s not just a requirement, it’s an immutable law. It’s on the checklist of fighter pilot eligibility. One: candidate must be a United States citizen of sound mind and body. Two: candidate must have a four-year degree from an accredited educational institution. Three: candidate must have ego the size of the Grand Canyon and the guts to back it up.

Fighter pilots are young, good-looking guys who grow into stately, well-tailored men. Elegant. Gentlemanly. Airs of class that have since ebbed away in the general population, but which find a home in the handful of officers who call themselves naval aviators, and they wear them damn well.

Ice has always been particular about his appearance; it’s hard not to be painfully aware of it, with twelve years of detentions earned for uniform infractions at elite private schools and four years of the Naval Academy bearing down on him. He holds it together through the six months of hellish diagnoses it takes for the doctors to figure out what’s making him sick (cancer), where the cancer is (his lungs), and where it metastasized to (his throat). There’s never a hair out of goddamn place through the whole endeavor. But when they finally figure it out and get him on a chemotherapy plan, the pristine picture of the Iceman falls apart.

His tan is the first to go; if he’s being honest, it was already on its way out. It’s been nigh on ten years since he was last in a cockpit, and trading his F-14 for another stripe on his sleeve meant he hardly saw the sun in his cramped offices. Maverick used to tease that he looked like a vampire, losing the California bronze that’s been embedded in his skin since he was old enough to walk. Jokes like that are far and few between now that it’s no longer the job that’s draining his color, but his own body.

In the end, it’s easy to let the tan go. What really gets him, what really hurts, is when his hair starts falling out. Iceman has impeccable hair. The sun rises in the east. The facts of life. He puts off shaving it as long as he can, because yes, it’s just hair, and yes, it should grow back—the doctors assured him it would probably grow back—but dammit, he’s a fighter pilot, and he has his pride.

He sulks about it for weeks: gently combing his hair, putting as little product into it as possible so as to prolong the life of the strands that remain, taking shorter showers to reduce the likelihood of tufts of blonde falling out and running down the drain.

Maverick is solid at his side, his own hair dark as the day they met. In the deepest parts of his heart, he hates Maverick just a little bit for it. The asshole doesn’t even have the decency to be going gray yet, and here Ice is losing it all.

But then Maverick will tell him he passed his driving test and got a proper driver’s license so he could drive Ice back and forth from his appointments so Ice wouldn’t have to ride in a smelly taxi on the way home when he’s already starting to feel nauseous, or he’ll smile at Ice when he gets home and say, “Hey, I called up Wolf and he found that baked potato soup recipe from that place we ate at in ’96,” or he’ll sit at Ice’s side at two in the morning on the bathroom floor when the vertigo has Ice kneeling at the altar of the porcelain throne, even though he has to be at the base at five-thirty to do briefings and pre-flight checks, and Ice can’t remember why he was annoyed about Maverick’s hair at all.

Maverick drives him to his next chemo appointment. He sits in the waiting room, perusing the latest copy of People Magazine. Maverick hates People Magazine, but there’s not much else the hospital waiting room can offer in terms of salient literature, so People Magazine it is.

Ice goes back for his chemo treatment. Phil, his technician, doesn’t say much as he putters around the room, hanging IV drip bags here and flipping switches on medical equipment there. When Ice is all hooked up, they chat about inane things. Phil recounts his daughter’s swim meet. Ice responds with tales of his own swim meets, back at the Naval Academy. Phil says his son signed up for flag football, but God bless him, he’s shit at the sport. Ice promises that he’s not going to get much better at it, if he sucks this much at it now; he’s got his own scars from high school to prove it.

Phil unhooks him from the infernal treatment and books him for an appointment in two weeks. Maverick puts down People Magazine—a different issue than he was reading before, Ice notes—and drives them both home. He helps Ice into the living room and lays him down on the couch with the quilt that Carole made for their sort-of-fifteenth-anniversary. He kisses Ice on the forehead and goes to the kitchen to start dinner, and Ice is out like a light.

When he wakes up again, the sky is a dusky gray. It’s just past sundown. Maverick let him sleep for hours.

“Mav?” he calls out. Ice pushes himself up off the couch, his elbows creaking as he goes. “Maverick?”

“In here!” Maverick replies from the guest bathroom. “I’ll be just a second!”

Ice hums and goes into the kitchen. There’s a pot on the counter, but it’s not one of theirs. He lifts the lid; savory chicken congee, with ginger root and scallions. The Reyes’ must have dropped something off while he was asleep.

“Oh, yeah, Martin came by with some soup,” Maverick says behind him. “He says there’s no better cure than his wife’s arroz caldo, not even your mama’s chicken noodle soup.”

Ice puts the lid back on the pot. He turns to Maverick, ready to bear all of his weight down on his partner, because chemo is a bitch and he feels exhausted just standing here in his own kitchen—

—And flinches.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” Ice cries. Maverick cracks a grin, his signature Colgate smile.

“Do ya like it?” he asks.

Like it? Ice reaches out for his head, and Maverick leans in. He runs his hand over Maverick’s scalp, feeling the smoothness of his skin. He passes over the whole landscape once, twice, his fingers tripping over the tips of Maverick’s ears and the nape of his neck, as if he’d find something there like a magician performing a sleight of hand, but there’s nothing there.

“It’s all gone,” Ice laughs, somewhat hysterical. “It’s gone, it’s gone! What did you do? What the fuck did you do!”

Maverick shaved all of his thick, dark hair off. All of it is gone. All of Maverick’s damnable, doesn’t-have-the-decency-to-go-even-a-little-salt-and-pepper hair has disappeared.

Maverick smiles, teary himself. “Yeah, babe, it’s all gone.” He takes Ice’s hands in his and holds them tight. Ice tries to fight his own tears, but they’re doing what they please.

“Mitchell, what the hell?”

Maverick laughs. “C’mon, Kazansky, give me some credit. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you worrying about your hair falling out.” He cups Ice’s chin with one hand, looking straight into his eyes. “I thought you’d be less scared of it if we did it together.”

“Maverick,” Ice starts.

He doesn’t know where to go. It’s a grand gesture, that’s for sure, and if fifteen-odd years of knowing Maverick have taught him anything, it’s that you cannot always listen to what Maverick Mitchell says, you must only listen to what he does.

“Maverick,” he says again.

“Ice,” Maverick replies. “Let’s eat. And when we’re done, we’ll call Slider up and tell him what I did, and you can make as much fun of me as you want—for tonight only!—and we can talk about what you want to do next.”

They end up eating dinner in the bathroom. Maverick takes bites of his congee in between bouts of shaving off Ice’s hair as Ice huddles in the tub, ducking his head keep anything from falling into his own bowl. When they’re finished, they cram next to each other in Ice’s office and call Slider on Skype. His laughter is piercing through the laptop speakers and echoes down the hall.

And when Slider arrives ten days later, to, “Make sure Mitchell isn’t leaving you to fend all for yourself, I mean does he even know how to make a proper chicken noodle soup,” he knocks on Ice and Maverick’s front door sporting a grin and a freshly-shaved head.

Fighter pilots might have egos, but they’re a fiercely loyal bunch, too.

[kimsmuse]

Hiii, I just came across your blog, and I L O V E it! Since you said you were looking for a recommendation, here's one from me. Yandere school president. They have immense power at their school because not only are they the president, but their parents own the school. Their word is quite literally the law at this school. He just so happens to be head over heels in love and obsessed with you. Give in to their obsessive and possessive love or suffer the consequences. Since he holds so much power, he can make you a school outcast in less then a week, and he can have teachers fail you or pick on you for the stupidest reasons ever, he'll make your life a living hell at school if you don't accept his twisted and fucked up love, it's best to just be a good darling, and let yourself be loved on his own terms. It's a concept I've thought about a lot, but I haven't seen much of it. Anyways, thank you for your time, and keep up the good work!!!

okay okay omg first of all your brain???? this way too good and oml now i'm sad i spent my entire school life without a class prez like this :( but let's talk about this !!! this is mildly inspired by this one guy from the kdrama called taxi driver (ep 3) !!!

gender neutral!reader. warnings for obsessive behavior, mentions of killing someone but it's nothing graphic. blackmail/coercion type thing?? and typical yandere behavior.

okay so yandere!class president who is so focused, he's the top student of the grade and he's good at sports too?? captain of the basket ball team?? i don't know how he does it because i really couldn't but anyway even apart from that he keeps on taking part and neatly scoring in debates, and writing contests, you name it and he's doing it. it does happen sometimes that he ends up getting silver or bronze but he's there on the list somehow.

and obviously if you've ever been a teenager then you know how attractive this type of people are, because they're good at everything, because they look very unattainable and bonus for our class president is that he's super hot as well. so obviously he had a classroom filled with admirers. and he loved the attention, who doesn't? but he's never thought more of it than that, the aspect of romance is kinda alien to him, he's had his fair share of physical relationships (if they can be even called that) but none of them too good to stay.

so he keeps on with his day, his cram school, having lunch, dinner, studying, more studying.

and when he bumps into you from his way back from the library, he just stops dead in his tracks as you attempt to pick up the books you both dropped, and when you look up at him he's literally frozen. who are you? why has he never seen you around? why do you look so pretty? hey, where's that romantic instrumental playing from? why-

"hey, mister, are you okay? i didn't hit your head or anything right?"

and trust me when he's the literal embodiment of the ":0" emoji.

anyway, but that guy has never had a crush before so at first he just feels like its some kinda internal intuition? that there's something wrong with you or something.

but then he finds himself trying to find your class, sitting there on the excuse of talking to some friends and obviously he's welcomed there.

and he figures that his initial impression might be a wrong because you were such a sweetheart. not as popular as him, and you stuck to your 2-3 friends but he saw the way you would smile at people - a gentle, warm one. and he quite literally died when you greeted him that way once, surprised that you would know about his existence

it wasn’t that he forgot he was famous but having a crush really does wonders to your self esteem.

also you best believe he's digging up all your information, your past schooling if you've transferred, your parents' background, your social media and duh, where you live, where you work.

and if you work somewhere like a cafè or a convenience store, he's there for half the day, "studying" for exams and stuff, he claims it helps more than studying at home. and all the time his eyes barely register a page because he's looking at you as you're hard at work, helping customers, greeting them with that damned, charming smile and then in rare moments he looks at you as you lose that demeanor and sigh out of exhaustion. poor baby, he wished he could something for you so bad in those moments.

and then comes the part where his friends (he has a lot of friends but he believed that when you have a crush you shouldn’t tell everyone? also given his popularity... he figured it wouldn't be a greatest idea ever. so he only told like a guy or two) they adviced him to just go up to you and ask you out? what's the problem even? he's literally the golden boy of the school, why would someone reject him ever? you shouldn’t even be worried about that, dude! but with that confidence in himself, he decides on a day, nothing too significant and he looks at himself in the mirror.

"uh, actually, i do have a partner," did you hear that? the glass shattering? uh, that was his heart. that was his reaction when you told him this. but it was true, you had a partner in another country (which made sense that the yandere did not come to know of this before because he had been following you, just to make sure you were safe ofcourse, and he did not see a persosn who could classify as a romantic threat) and you loved them very much! no matter how cute and great this guy was, you were loyal to them.

and now cue the yandere's sad era. but only for like a day or two. until he realizes something. this was absurd, you were rejecting him? when so many people would literally kill for something like this? it was unbelievable. but he was deadset, this was the first time he felt this way for someone and he was determind to make you feel the same, or at least keep you with him, and he would do it with any means necessary.

he realized that your friends' parents were mere employees in his dad's company so all it took was one meeting. "stop talking to y/n." for them to start ignoring you and they did not even try to keep it lowkey and you had to resort to sitting alone at lunch, giving an easy access to the guy who used it as a time to sit beside you and tell you about his day, nevermind the fact that for the first few times you would just up and leave. and then you finally decided to just snap.

"what the fuck do you want?" you look at him, frustrated by all these things, and changes happening in your life in less than a week.

he just smirked, that mf had the audacity to smirk? "you, ofcourse,"

now he wasn’t quite violent because he'd just entered adulthood, he did not want to fuck up and spend the rest of his years in jail (not that he actually would because his parents would be hiring the world's best lawyers for him) but he did imagine it, murdering your s/o. he did not know what they looked like, but all they saw was you happy in their arms and as much he loved that little smile of yours, he wanted it to be for himself! not someone else!

so anyway, after you storm out on him after the last conversation, you get your english test results back and a big, red F is staring at you.

and normally your parents weren't grade obsessed but you would boast to them about how good you were at english and how much you loved the subject and even the teacher agreed thaf you were good at it.

when you meet with the teacher after class, he just removes his spectacles and rubs his eyes, "listen, y/n, you're one of the smartest students i've had the pleasure of teaching. so make the right choice, it's good for your future. just say yes to him. he's not bad, you know,"

he was behind this???????

you felt even more utterly helpless when you found that the yandere's parents fund almost more than half of the school so there’s nobody who would be willing to go against them and help you, no matter how much you would plead them.

"a transfer? don't even think about it, baby, nobody is going to issue that certificate unless i say so,"

chills run down your neck as he whispers this. you were truly stuck with him.

[khaibdl]

Hey

Can you write an 80s jason newsted smut where its Jason's and the reader's first time and its super sweet

•𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌��•

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex)

Word count: 1,045

•

I met Jason a year ago. We have mutual friends who eventually has set us up. He is the sweetest and most kind hearted person in the world.

We have been dating for around 2 months now but we haven’t had sex yet. We wanted to take things slow and just not rush it.

He is now in a band called Metallica and i couldn’t be more proud of him. He is an amazing bass player and loves sharing it with the world.

The guys are touring now around North America and Jason asked me to visit him for a while. I immediately said yes.

So that’s why i am in a taxi, on my way to the tourbus. Jason told me that the guys were going out tonight so that means well have some privacy, thank God.

No offence to the guys though, i love them, but i haven’t seen Jason in a while and i missed him so much.

The taxi drops me off as the doors of the tourbus opens. I see my favourite curly haired man.

“Hey baby!” Jason walks down the stairs of the bus and opens his arms. I immediately run into his arms as they pick me up from the ground.

We keep hugging like this when i start kissing all over his cute face.

“I missed you so much already Jase!” I say with a huge smile covering my face.

He places me back on the ground but keeps his big arms around my waist. He pecks me on my lips with a big smile and says he missed me too.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” He walks up my suitcase that i left a few feet away from me. He picks it up and walks inside the bus with it.

“Did the guys leave already?” I ask looking around. I don’t see anyone, not even the bus driver.

“Yes. They will be back later though. There exited to see you again.” He places my suitcase next to a small closet already filled with some of Jason’s clothes and turns to me. His blue eyes are so captivating to me.

I turn my head to look outside and see the beautiful sunset. I turn back to Jason, my gaze met the ground and take a deep breath.

“Jase… I’m ready.” I say as I fiddle with my ring. Im too scared to look him in the eyes right now.

I hear him walk up to me in slow steps.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. You know that right?” He takes ahold of my slightly shaking hands and lifts my head with his other hand.

“Of course i know. But i feel ready now. Do you feel ready” Both Jason and i have never had sex with anyone. We were both waiting for the right person and i believe that Jason is the right person for me right now.

“Yes im ready.” He takes a look around the bus and says “Let me just make it cozy in here really quick, wait for me here on the couch!” He sprints to a cabinet almost tripping over some of Kirk’s horror magazines laying on the ground.

I laugh as i shake my head. Im so in love with him.

And i feel so ready for him. It kind of soothes me a little to know that he hasn’t been with anyone either. We get to know ourselves and each other for the first time. I love that idea.

•

“Jase… im a little nervous.” My voice quiet as i watch Jason unbuckle his belt. He was so gorgeous to look at. His big curly hair. Broad, muscular chest and the brightest blue eyes that i have ever seen.

“It’s gonna be okey baby.” The eyes i love admiring my already naked body. He pushes his pants and underwear away as he is now totally naked too.

We were on a big couch surrounded by some candles, giving us a little romantic light. The sleeping bunks were too small for two people do some activities in it…you know what i mean.

He positioned himself between my legs and i take ahold of his shoulders.

He took his cock in his hand and rubs it on my clit softly. He keeps doing it to make me feel a little more relaxed and it’s working.

“Are you sure? I want to make sure that you won’t regret anything.” He leans down and kisses my lips while stroking my head.

“Im a hundred precent sure Jase.” I give him a nod to signal that im ready one last time.

I feel him start slowly pushing in, the both of us whimpering from different feelings.

“Jase…” i close my eyes and tilt my head back. I have to get used to this feeling. “Go slow.”

Jason places his thumb on my clit, slow and gentle, as he lets me adjust to his size. His breath was shaky as it took every ounce in his boy to not cum on the spot.

“You’re so pretty baby. Im sorry if i don’t last long.” He slowly speeds up while he puts his forehead against mine. He keeps rubbing my clit and it starts to feel good right now.

“I love you so much Jase.” I moan softly into his mouth. His hips are going a steady pace and i think he’s really close. I scratch his back a bit as he turns his head to kiss my neck.

I suddenly feel him cum inside of me as he groans a little. He stays still for a few seconds and he lifts his head.

“Im so sorry I didn’t wait for you.” He presses light kisses on my face as they tickle me a bit.

“It’s fine Jase. It was amazing.” I laugh from the ticklish feeling. I hug him close against against me because i don’t want him to feel bad. It was the first time for the both of us and it was perfect to me.

“I love you so much baby.” His hands stroking my hair again.

“I love you so much Jason.” I kiss him on the lips while were both smiling.

It really was perfect.

•

Im so sorry that it took so long for me to post this. I was really busy with school. I hope you liked it! 💋

[minihotdog]

Good ol' fishing boy

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x gn!Reader

a/n: idk. Simon is a big ol softie in this one

Summary: Simon learns how to fish

c/w: fake worm, maybe a swearword

Word Count: 1k

***

The weekend had finally come around. The usual hustle and bustle of the compound died down as everyone ran off to enjoy the little free time they’d been given. 

“Hey, Lt!” You beam at the sight of your superior. “Whatcha got planned for today?” You stood with your fishing rods tucked under your arm and a backpack stuffed to its brim.

“Nothin’.” He sat at the table with his morning tea. He always had such a cold look, with or without his mask, but you were determined to try and break down at least one of his walls. You’d been working for the task force for about three months now, and he was the only one who you still didn’t know a thing about.

  “You ‘otta come fishing with me. It’d be a good time, I promise.” You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response.

“Not up my alley.” He swiftly declines, leaving you taken aback. 

In all my years, I’ve never heard a military man say no to fishing.

“Wha’d’ya gonna do? Sit here all day?” You say in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Oh c’mon, Lt.! What if I fall in the water and I can’t get out and I’m all by myself!” You clasp your hands in front of you as if you were about to get on your knees and beg. He sighs at what he referred to as your ‘American dramatics’. 

“Fine, but keep the talking to a minimum.”

“Yaay!” You celebrate, causing the stern Brit to groan in annoyance.

***

The air nipped at your nose as you and Simon sat on the bank of the river. The mountains off in the distance were topped off with fresh snow. The warm sunlight would occasionally peak out from behind the grey clouds. 

“Here ya go,” You hand him a rod and open your tackle box between the two of you. You start tying your hook to the line and reaching into the box to pull out a long black fake worm. You look over to Simon, motioning to the worm, “See this little guy? Bass love this shit.” He snorts lightly but you notice him go still when he looks at the contents of the box.

“So what do I do?” He asks, a little embarrassed. Most boys learned how to fish with their dads, unfortunately, his dad had been set on being a nightmare rather than an angler. You stop dead in your tracks, eyeing the man.

“You ever been fishing before?”

“No.”

You almost drop your worm, 

“What?! Really?!”

He shoots you a look that says, ‘Cool it or else’.

“Your dad never took you when you were a kid?” You probe.

“We weren’t very close.” His eyes avoid yours and look out at the bend of the river. Simon wasn’t one to feel embarrassed about his upbringing, he saw it as something that made him the man he was today. It motivated him to be better than what he witnessed and to maybe even eliminate the horrors that many were forced to live with. But it came with a cost and that cost was the simple things other people had gotten to experience that he didn’t.

“I wasn’t close with mine either,” You sigh, hoping that you hadn’t brought up painful memories. His eyes were back on you at the revelation.

“I actually learned how to fish from the locals when I was stationed in Turkey.” You smile, recounting the memories from your time overseas. “I rented a pole out and asked a taxi driver to take me to a fishing store. The taxi driver could barely speak English but it was clear as day that he loved fishing. We talked the whole way to the store and he even went inside with me.” You chuckle, “I’d run into a group of ‘Turkish Uncles’ out fishing and they’d try to show me their tricks.”

You place your rod down on the rocky ground and motion for him to give you his. “I’ll show you,” Your words come out softly. “This part is easy.” You place the rod between your knees and grab a hook out of the box to show him. 

“Now, there are all sorts of knots you can do but I use the Y/L/N special.” You put the line through the hole at the top of the hook and wrap the loose end a couple of times around the line coming directly from the rod.

 “So you wrap it however many times, then you put it through the loop at the bottom. Pull it and then tie a knot.” He nods at you showing he understands, and his eyes examine the funny-looking knot. 

“One time I went fishing with a friend of mine. He was the Bill Dance of trout.” You pause briefly to explain, “Bill Dance is an old man in the States that strikes fear in the hearts of Bass everywhere.” Simon laughs softly at your dramatics. “But, he took one look at my knot and I thought I was gonna die from embarrassment. He was too nice to tell me it looked awful, but it works just like any other.”

You gently clap your hands together, “Moving on, you know what these are?” You point to the contents inside your tackle box. Simon shakes his head, a smirk still playing on his lips. He almost felt like a young boy again, recanting the stories he’d heard in school of the other boys going out on the lake with their dads. Here he finally was.

“These are lures, a.k.a. Fake bait. They come in all shapes: Frogs, worms, little fish. Depending on the fish, some work better than others. Bass like the worm. Snakeheads, those angry demon fish, like the frogs.” You trail off stating the different lures for different fish as you grab a black worm out of the box. 

“You can hook however you want, but I think this is what separates boys from men.” Simon’s little smirk grows briefly. He found the way you explained things to him to be endearing.

You grab the hook in one hand and hold the fake worm in the other. “You could do this,” You put the hook through the side of the worm and let it dangle. 

“But you’d probably lose your lure on the weeds or from a strong bite.” You pull the worm off. “This is what I do because I’m a big fishing man,” You joke. Simon silently laughs again. He’d hear you constantly calling yourself jacked and joking that you were as big as him. Here you sat, looking about as big as the worm in comparison to him.

You put the hook through the top of the worm’s head, coming through the side. Your now cold fingers slide the worm to the top of the hook and poke through the middle of the squishy lure with the pointy tip nudging back into it. “This way, your hook stays weedless.” You hand him his rod before hooking your lure.

“Now we can rip some lips.” You laugh at your own joke as you stand and walk closer to the water. You point to the button your thumb rests on, looking back at him. “Hold that down when you cast.” You turn back to the water and give your rod a swift jerk. Your hook goes flying out to the middle of the river. Simon follows and casts his line out, the hook barely lands two feet away. He tuts quietly.

“Here,” You place your rod down and come up behind him. You place one hand on his left shoulder and the other over his hand on the base of the rod. “Keep your body facing the water, and swat it like this.” You run through the motion twice before backing away to watch him. This time he casts without a hitch. “Right on.” You smile at him and for the first time, he smiles back.

The two of you sit back down on the log. “Give it a couple of little tugs every once in a while and reel it in little by little. Or how the Turks taught me: Reel, reel, reel, action, action, action.”

“Reel, reel, reel, action, action, action.” He talks himself through the motions. 

“Just like that. Now we wait.”

Moments pass of silence. You couldn’t complain, the view was beautiful.

“Is it true that fish can hear you?” Simon asks you, a bit of humor in his voice.

“No, I think that’s something dads made up so their kids would be quiet.” The two of you laugh. You liked this version of Simon. Relaxed, still quiet and reserved, but he wasn’t the same cold person you met as Ghost.

“Thank you… For teaching me.” He said suddenly.

“No problem, I could use a fishing partner.” You nudge him with your elbow. “Just don’t catch more fish than me or we’ll have a problem.”

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 24

Jessie couldn't believe that was the end of her and Rafe once more. She rode to the airport thinking Rafe would call her or stop her somehow, but he didn't. She walked to the gate thinking that she would hear Rafe's voice call out to her as he ran to catch her, but she didn't. She thought maybe she would touch down in OBX and see Rafe already there, but that didn't happen either. Rafe never came. Jessie wondered if that was how Rafe felt four years ago when he realized he would never see Jessie again. How many days or weeks or months did it take him to no longer have hope that she would come running back to him? Jessie could never forget the endless calls and texts she got from Rafe when she first left, but she could never bring herself to block him. It didn't take long for her to get to Manhattan before she got a new phone, only giving JJ the number through the mail. Jessie wondered how many times Rafe called and texted the old number before he eventually gave up... did he give up? Jessie finally got a taste of her own medicine, and she couldn't help but feel even worse for Rafe. She was pulled out of her thoughts when her cab had arrived back at the Chateau, all the pogues running out and yelling things out of excitement. Unfortunately, their beaming smiles weren't enough to coax Jessie out of her sadness, but, as she always does, she put on a semblance of a smile. 

JJ was the first to get to the cab, as he opened Jessie's door, he immediately pulled her into a hug.

"Hey sis." JJ exclaimed as he breathed a sigh of relief. JJ was so happy to see that Jessie had made it back and that she was okay. Well, at least physically. Jessie tried to fake a smile and act like she was overjoyed to be back with the pogues, yet her heart longed to be in two different places: either with Rafe in the Bahamas or with her daughter back in Manhattan. She couldn't make up her mind which she wanted more in that moment. She managed a half smile to JJ and the rest of the pogues as she greeted them.

"Is this what I think it is." JJ said in disbelief as he pulled the two large duffel bags out of the cab's trunk.

Jessie turned around and nodded her head with a smile. She couldn't say exactly what was in it, obviously, the cab driver was still there and had no idea. But as soon as the pogues watched the driver pull away, Jessie began to speak.

"200 million. Cash money." Jessie said, not even looking at JJ as she kept her eyes on the taxi driver.

"Is he far enough away yet for us to celebrate?" John B asked nonchalantly.

"Nooot quuuuuite." JJ replied as they all waited for the driver to make the turn out of the driveway.

"Alright, he's gone." JJ said as he started running around the yard of the chateau like a chicken with its head cut off. All the pogues screamed and celebrated like they had found the gold all over again. They were elated, Jessie had never seen so much excitement. Jessie only giggled at the pogues, not truly being able to celebrate with them. Her mind and her heart were else where. As she watched the pogues celebrate she zoned out into her own world, thinking of Rafe and Charlotte. She didn't care about the money, she wanted the both of them, preferably together.

"Jess? You listening?" JJ asked loud enough to interrupt Jessie's racing mind.

"Huh?" Jessie replied as she shook her head, trying to focus back in.

"I was saying, you've gotta take some of this. You deserve it. You need this... for you and Charlotte." JJ answered as his voice got quieter. The pogues had reigned themselves back in as well, silently agreeing with nods. The pogues clearly wanted her to take her cut, but Jessie couldn't bring herself to do it. She may have gained a fortune, but she lost everything... again. It felt like blood money. She could never take it because she would be reminded of the painful memories of what it took to get it.

"No, really, I can't. I told you guys from the beginning I didn't want a penny and I still don't." Jess insisted. The pogues all tried to continue to convince her but Jessie only shook her head in defiance. "Seriously, guys. I can't, and I won't. Take it... enjoy it." Jessie said with a sincere smile on her face. Jessie genuinely wasn't jealous of this fortune the pogues now had, she was truly happy JJ had what he needed to get him through, that's all she ever wanted for him.

Sarah finally came forward, looking at Jessie with pity and curiosity.

"So... do I really... have a niece?" Sarah asked with hope in her voice. Sarah had been thinking about what this meant for her too. She was beyond excited.

Jessie only laughed and nodded her head yes. "Yeah... you all do." Jessie replied as she looked at all the pogues. They all began to tear up as they realized what this meant. Not only did they have their older sister back, the one that always believed in them and took care of them, but now they had a niece to spoil and love on forever. Now they all had a bond that could never be broken again. They all gathered around each other, forming one big hug and uttered words of love among each other. They were proud of what they had accomplished, and yet Jessie couldn't feel like a worse person. Despite her joy of finding an old family in the pogues once more, her heart was still missing something. She knew what it was, but she couldn't tell the pogues.

That night the pogues spent the evening still acting like nothing had changed. Despite being multi-millionaires, they partied like pogues, drinking beer, chilling in the hot tub, and just joking around like they were as poor as they came. They didn't know what tomorrow held, but for tonight, they were pogues.

"For the record..." Sarah began to speak as she sat beside Jessie on the porch. "I don't think Rafe's going to let his daughter go now that he knows." She said as she took a drink from her aluminum can.

Jessie just sighed and adjusted herself in her seat. "Yeah, I don't think so either. That's what I'm afraid of." Jessie admitted.

"Look, I get that Rafe's not perfect. And I completely understand why you left and didn't tell anyone. But Rafe never let you go. He still hasn't. He's tried to fill that void for years and has never been successful. I'm telling you, he can't let it go, Jess. And I don't think you should be afraid of that. I think this is an opportunity to get back what was lost years ago." Sarah stated.

"I don't know, Sarah." Jessie hesitated as she took a drink. 24 hours ago, she might have agreed with Sarah. But seeing how Rafe dismissed Jessie just hours ago, as if she was scum on the bottom of his shoe, really showed her that maybe he really hadn't changed.

"Well, I do. But maybe it's just some food for thought." Sarah said plainly.

Jessie definitely thought about Sarah's words that night as she lay in bed. Maybe Rafe really wasn't over her. But how long would it take for him to realize that and do something about it? Maybe she was the one that needed to make a move? After all, she was the one that left him, twice. But she had every reason to, both times! Jessie couldn't think about it any longer, it was making her head hurt. She opted to try and go to sleep.

- - -

"You sure I can't got with you, Jess?" JJ pleaded once more as he loaded Jessie's luggage into the cab. Jessie just laughed, thinking how sweet it was that JJ was so ready to meet his niece. He had been bugging Jessie all morning about it.

"I'm sure, JJ. I need some time with her, to explain some things that she deserves to know. I know she's only three but I need to prepare her with what she can handle. But I promise, as soon as I get settled back in, you'll be the first person I call to come and see her." Jessie assured. JJ understood, and with that, they said their goodbyes. This goodbye was much different— much better— than the first. This time there was a promise to see each other again, and to stay in contact. That's all JJ could ask for. Jessie said her goodbyes to the pogues as well.

"You let me know if there's anything I can do for you." Sarah said as she gave Jessie a warm hug. "And don't be afraid to reach out to Rafe, no matter how much you think he doesn't want to hear from you, I promise he does." Sarah said once more. She couldn't let that hope go, but that's mainly because she's seen how much Rafe loved— loves— Jessie, and she knows deep down without even talking to him, how much he still wants her. There were a lot of things about Rafe Cameron that Sarah could never quite figure out, but his love for Jessie despite years of heartbreak and distance, was one of the only things she was sure of. Jessie just tried to shrug it off and politely take Sarah's advice.

Jessie finally made it to the airport gate, once again repeating the same thoughts. Maybe Rafe would come running through that gate trying to stop Jessie from making the biggest mistake of her life. After this there was no going back. As she looked back one last time, she realized she was out of time. And with that, she stepped on the plane back to Manhattan.

[mintymelty]

YHS: A Serialization [] 6. Her Name is Rio

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rio - Duran Duran] ❞

⇗𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚢⇖-

💙: Kat “Kathy”

🌻: Evan

🐼: Olivia “Liv”

🖤: Kai

💝: Miyuki

🧨(?): James Ashton

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🐏: “YEAHHHHHHUUUUUUUHH!! CHUG THAT SH[REDACTED]!!”

🐼: “Oh my god, Jeb! It’s just a Depsi, stop screaming. You’re gonna give Evan a noise complaint.”

💙: (…Is it too late to go back-)

🚕💨💨

The taxi fired up its engine and flew out of Miller Avenue, as if even the driver wanted nothing to do with TC (Traum County).

🐼: “Hey girl! Didn’t know you’d make it.”

💙: “Hi, Liv. And yeah, it was a pain to get here.”

🐼: “Yeahhhh, tell me about it! Did you know the Redstone Link is down? James’ broski got stabbed by some gang kid on one of the busses.”

💙: “Ouch, is he OK?”

🐼: “I’m pretty sure. He’s still in the hospital, but the doctors said he’ll be out soon. Apparently, the guy almost got him in the neck!”

💙: “Double ouch. Did the “gang kid” get caught? And why’d he do it?”

🐼: “The fuzz had gang-dude for a while, but he escaped. Somehow.”

🐼: “And no-one knows for sure why he did it. I thought it was like a robbery gone wrong, but James’ broski still had his wallet.”

💙: “Huh… I hope he gets caught soon. Anyways can I have a drink? My throat’s pretty dry.”

🐼: “Yeah, there’s some Depsi and Spite in the cooler. No more water, though.”

💙: “Thanks. I hope your, uh, “broski” gets better.”

🐼: “No problem, Kathy! I’ll wait for James to finish prepping his keytar. The Exiled Angels are gonna be covering some new songs that use it!”

◁◁ ► ▷▷

So James’ friend was the stabbing victim… and James is a part of… um, Evan’s band. I should try and ask them for more info.

But in the meantime, I need to quench my thirst. Ever since sophomore year, I haven’t talked as much as I used to, and now my mouth hurts all the time. But I guess it’s a good thing, because at least I have friends again.

*sip*

…doesn’t even taste that good.

◁◁ ▐ ▌ ▷▷

💖: “Kai?”

🖤: “Uh.. yeah?”

💝: “Do you want to leave? You seem really nervous…”

🖤: “It’s okay.. I can’t keep running away-“

💙: “Running away from what?”

💝🖤: “EEEK!”

💙: “AHHH! Uh- Sorry! Did I interrupt something?”

💝: “Kai?”

🖤: “N-no, It’s okay. You scared him off.”

I looked over to where Kai was pointing. Surely enough, Austin was gone. Good riddance.

💝: “Hihi! Sorry about that, my name’s Miyuki, and this is…”

🖤: “Kai.”

💙: “Nice to (properly) meet you two! My name’s Kat, and I can juggle red solo cups!”

💝: “Cool! But why did you specify cups?”

💙: “Because, uh, if I try juggling anything else God will literally strike me down with lightning.”

🖤: “..really?”

💙: “Yeah! Wanna see??”

🖤: “Umm-“

💝: “Kai, Kat won’t actually get hit with lightning!”

🖤: “…really..”

💙: “No- I mean yeah I can like basically summon lightning! Let me-“

🌻: “Hey!”

💙: “ACK- Goshdangit I keep getting sneak-attacted! Hi… Evan, right?”

🌻: “Yeah! I wasn’t able to give you my name before…my bad.”

💙: “It’s O.K.! I’m Kat, the pink one is Miyuki and the navy one is Kai.”

💝: “That’s me!”

🖤: *👋🏾*

🌻: “Nice of you three to make it! Wait, if you remember people by color, then what color am I?”

💙: “Hmm…. is it ok if I say white?”

🌻: “WOW.. my name’s that suburban?? Uncool..”

💙: “SorryI’mjustjoking!! There’s nothing wrong with-“

🌻: “Having a name as white as picket fences? Yeaaahhhh…”

💙: “Yeahhh… NO I mean I don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Is it ok to joke about-“

🌻: “Yeah, no, I don’t mind. It kinda comes with the territory of being one of the few fully white kids at Yamada. Don’t worry about hurting my feels, my five year old neighbor is more ruthless than you.”

💙: “Ok! I’m glad we cleared this… HEY! I can out-roast that kid any day of the week!”

🌻: “Are you suree??”

💙: “Yes! I’m sureee, I’m just too nice to unleash my creatively cruel insults. Be grateful for my mercy.”

💝: “Aww…”

🌻: “Oh, my fault dude! Do you-“

💝: “There’s nothing wrong, it’s just that you two are so cute together!”

🌻: “Wait… cute as in kittens?”

💙: “She means cute as in romantic.”

🌻: “OH. I- uh..”

💙: “Wait, do you have a girlfriend?”

🌻: “Well-no it’s just that I don’t really-“

💝: “Wanna make it official yet. I get it! You wanna take it slow..”

💙: “Make sure that we don’t do anything stupid…”

💝: “Because the best relationships are the ones that have time to grow!”

🌻: “I mean.. I guess-“

🧨: “AYE! KENNEDY! GET OVER HERE BEFORE I TREAT YOU LIKE ONE.”

💙: “…What?”

🌻: “It’s a pun on my middle name. Anyways-“

Evan whipped his head around to face the voice coming from the garage.

🌻: “COMING, ASHTON.”

💙: “ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ʷᶦᵗʰ?”

🌻: “sᴜʀᴇ BUT CAN I BRING MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PERSON WITH?”

🧨: “F[REDACTED]ING WHO?”

🌻: “KAT.”

🧨: “…AS IN THE ANIMAL?”

🌻: “NO AS IN THE PERSON I JUST MET.”

🧨: “K WHATEVER JUST HURRY YOUR ASS WE’RE PERFORMING SOON.”

🌻: “K. Anyways! You’ll get to see how we set up our concerts!”

💙: “Cool! But what instrument do you play, anyways?”

🌻: “It’s kinda, like a secret.. you’ll know soon.”

💙: “Aight. Bye Miyuki and Kai!”

💝: “Good luck!”

🖤: “Don’t juggle anything. Please.”

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[yourkimjaejin]

MoJiLe Time Created

Hihi! This post has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I've worked up the courage to post it. This one revolves around how Maknae/Noona time was created. But I'm changing the name to MoJiLe Time because its cuter! Enjoy ~ Author Izzy

Legend: November 2018

Moxy walked into the quiet Dream dorm. She was a woman on a mission. She walked back to the dormroom with one destination in mind. She got distracted by the 2/3rds of Dream maknae line lying on Jisungs bed. It wasn’t normal for the two to sit in silence together. Moxy was obligated to see what's up. 

“Hey boys. You all good?”

Jisung turned his head to the left, meeting Moxy’s eyes, “We’re bored. The hyungs left us behind.” 

“Why don’t you just go out and do something, then?” 

Chenle huffed, “The manager said we were quote unquote too young to go out alone.” 

“Ahh.” Moxy was gonna leave but something kept her in place. She couldn’t just leave them like this. Moxy huffed, her plan would have to wait. 

“Alright put your shoes on and grab a jacket.” 

“What for?” “Why should we?” 

Moxy rolled her eyes, “Well I was gonna volunteer my services so you two can get out of the dorm. But if you’d rather stay here–” Moxy didn’t even have to finish her sentence before the two boys jumped up. Moving faster than ever, Moxy blinked and they were ready ushering her out of the door.

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First stop for the three was Chenle’s house. Right when they left the dorms, Chenle's mom called. After a few moments of rapid fire chinese Chenle turned taxi driver and gave his address. Chenle’s mom had cooked and told her son to invite his members over. What followed was Chenle showing off to others that Jisung and Moxy got his mother's food and the other didn’t. The three members couldn’t stop laughing everytime Haechan called to whine. 

From there, Moxy had a manager drive them to Lotte World. She couldn't stop smiling as she watched the boys run around and act like the kids they were. Sometimes remembering how much all the members gave up to be where they are leaves a heavy feeling that's hard to shake. That feeling fades as she watches Chenle and Jisung pick out animal headbands to wear. Jisung trying to argue against Chenle in favor of the headband with tiger ears (He was losing). Moxy got pulled into the fun too. They played at the playground and even convinced Jisung to go ice skating. 

Before heading back to the dorm, Jisung had their manager take them to a convenience store for ice cream. Their noona told the manager to go home for the night, the boys and her would take the long way home. As the building past them, the trio didn’t run out of thing to talk about. They even got a bit sentimental just as they arrived at their dorm building. Moxy dropped the two boys off at the Dream dorm before heading down to AG’s. 

Jisung’s voice calling out to her made her pause.

“What’s up Jiji?”

Jisung looked shy, which is adorable. “Could we– could we do this again? Tonight was so much fun.” Moxy couldn’t help herself. She ran over to ruffle Jisung’s hair. The younger accept the affection resignedly. 

“Of course we can. We’ll call it MoJiLe time.” With a promise for two weeks later, Moxy took the stairs to her dorm room. She wasn’t even surprised at the body waiting on her bed for her. 

Renjun sat up, “How was your evening?” 

“It was fun. While you and your friends were off gallivanting, I was entertaining the children.” Moxy slipped off her jacket before plopping onto her bed next to Renjun.

“It was for good reason.” Renjun's fingers started tracing random patterns on Moxy's leg

“Did you guys find presents?” Moxy asked. The singer hummed in agreement. “Good. Chenle deserves a big surprise from us for his 17th birthday.”

“Did you buy anything yet? We can go together if you want?” Renjun put an offer out there while walking to the door. It had been a long day dealing with 5 out of 7 members of Dream. 

“Thanks but I’m good. I got him a pair of shoes yesterday.” Moxy met him at the door. 

“Think we’ll get him to cry?” 

“I think we have a better chance at him laughing at us for surprising him. Have a good night.” Moxy watched him walk down the hall. 

“Night.”

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Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

[joshuasearing]

Thursday 16th November 2023

Hey journal so yesterday was insane to say the least. So the rest of the car journey was pretty shit at one point we got stuck in an hour traffic where we was basically not moving well we were going very slow. Anyways we figured out the traffic was because this lorry had crashed and was damaged. Then at one point I tried to get hold of faith as I wanted to ask her a question but I couldn’t get a hold of her. I tried to call her like 20 times. Then my dad decided to get me data for my phone so then I could texted her. Anyways my dad got me to call o2 on my phone however they were busy so they put me on hold for ages. Then faith annoyingly started calling me however we were talking to them about the data, so my dad thought we might as well stay on call as I might need the 4g when In Leeds to help with contact my family if I want or need to. Also when I have 4g it helps my family track where I am at all times. Anyways after getting the data I called back faith then couldn’t get hold of her. Anyways long story short i got out the car where my dads hotel was. Then I met up with faith, her boyfriend, Chloe she this other boy called Josh. So we started the day of by going to this place called tenpin. It was good so when there we got one round of drinks and played some music. Also Faith was really anxious so she wouldn’t look at me for about 30 minutes.

Then after this we went to this bar called the three legs. When there we all just sat down and had a few drinks. Then also Josh new some of the people that work and also own the pub. Anyways one of the girls working there is 19 and she is he’s little brothers girlfriend. Anyways she tried to apparently make a move on him and he wasn’t having any of it however, he did have he’s hands round her so he was giving mix signals. The weird thing I did find out though which is really bad is she is 19 and the little brother is 15 years old. However they have lied to her and said that he is 16 so she thinks she is dating some of the legal age when she actually isn’t which is fucked. Then after a while we left and went to the bus stop as we were going to get the bus, however plans changed and we ended up back at the same pub. Anyways this 19 year old girl that I was on about finished work and ended up joining us in what we’re doing. Anyways when we went back one of her ex boyfriends were in the pub and an argument unfolded. This ex of hers already had a black eye as he already been in a fight that night which is stupid. Anyways that josh went to start on him then I thought there was going to be a fight It was absolutely ridiculous at one point I went to go a toilet however the fight look like it was going to happen in there so it was a bit awkward so I couldn’t go a toilet when that was happening. So I waited until the toilets were a bit less hectic. Anyways after a while we left this pub and got the bus. We then went to Josh’s dads house. If I am honest I don’t know how much I can write in here due to its really bad but stuff was happening in that house that shouldn’t be happening it was crazy. It was definitely out of my comfort zone it was crazy. Not a place I would often like to spend my time that’s all. All I’m going to say is people were doing curtain substances. After a while of being in here they booked a taxi as we planned to go to a different pub. Anyways the taxi got there however everyone was still messing about and leaving the taxi driver waiting. At one point I thought the taxi driver was driving away however I think one of them called him back so he came back. Anyways I went into the front seat of the taxi and we spoke to him about are jobs are day etc and where i had come from. If I am totally honest the guy was really nice and I really liked the taxi driver. Anyways once we got to the pub the people said in the pub that it was shut and was no longer open. Anyways so we stood out there for a while waiting for josh and Chloe as they didn’t get the taxi as there was not enough room so they were walking. Anyways we waited a good while and faith did not think they were turning up. Also Chloe was not answering her calls to make things worse. So what ended up happening is Faith called her Nan and asked whether us could stay round there for a bit. At first she was not the happiest with Faith understandably as it was late at night and she had just been asleep. Anyways we went round her nans and it was me, faith and her boyfriend at first for a little while. So we just sat down for a little while. Then after a while Chloe and them lot turned up at Faiths nans door. Also apparently they went in that pub and apparently it was still open. So I do not really know why we was not allowed in. Anyways once they turned up it was ok at first. They also brought pizza in for us to eat from this takeway near by. Anyways after a while things starting happening especially with arguments and people getting annoyed at each other. At one point Faith got really annoyed as she felt her birthday had been ruined as they planned to go clubbing and spend the night out however Chloe and Josh forgot there ID so that’s why it ended differently. Then also she felt Chloe was prioritising Josh over her so she was getting upset about that. Anyways it was going on tits up again. Also things were happening in this house as well which was getting to my head although I did not touch any substance. Just being around it was enough.

Anyways after a while we ended up walking back to Josh’s dads house. We were there originally to get whisky that was left there but no one could find it. So we ended up sitting in there for a little while then getting two taxis to Chloe’s house as the plan was for us to all sleep there. Anyways once we got there we listened to some music and danced for a bit. Then after a while Josh and Chloe said they were going to go on the more e-bike for a bit. Bare in mind this was the middle of the night. Anyways they left and after a few hours they were still gone and Faiths boyfriend went to sleep. So for a couple hours it’s was just me and Faith together. At one point we made spaghetti bolognaise together. Well she practically did it and I stood there. Then we ate it. Then when it hit about 5:30am Faith said we were not going to sleep here as Chloe was not coming back and that they can’t lock the door. She was worried about Chloe’s son Declan being horrible to me as he is a handful and that once I stopped talking to Faith and left he’s life he took it personally. Anyways Faith ended up calling another one of her nans and asking whether we could come round and sleep there. Obviously this understandably pissed of her Nan but she did say it is fine. Also I did try and convince that it would be fine if I slept at Chloe’s but she was not having it. Anyways we ended up walking about 20 minutes in the early morning to her nans bare in mind I’ve had practically had hardly any water or food the whole day, been surrounded by substance and had no sleep yet. Anyways once we got there I went right into the room where I was sleeping and let my dad that i have changed where I was sleeping. Anyways at first when I sss trying to sleep her nans cat kept coming in my room and started sniffing me and walking around me. Then her Nan opened the door and it felt so awkward as I had never properly met this lady in my life. Anyways speak to you later journal!

[originalworks25]

birthday present

Sarah lay curled up in bed texting Ethan, who she had been talking to for the last week and a half and had met up with twice so far, today was his birthday and she was hoping for invite round to his for some birthday fun. Ethan had brought it up a few hours before but decided against it as it was late, Sarah was not letting it end there she had nothing to lose so she kept pushing, and squealed excitedly when she finally got him to change his mind about her coming round. She jumped out of bed grabbing the box from the floor and placing it on the bed, she riffles through the sexy underwear picking out a blue with black lace corset and grabbing black lace panties, she pulls on the pants and connects up the corset with the hooks on the front and fumbles with the laces at the back before getting them right and ties them, she slide on her skinny jeans and grabs a pair of socks. She goes back to the box which also had her sex toys in them, roots around for some ideas on what to take with her, she grabs the handcuffs, blindfold and collar to cuffs set. Booking a taxi on her mobile then grabbing her mickey mouse backpack throws the toys in there she picked, grabbed a t shirt from the wardrobe and her phone charger putting them in the bag, sliding on her converse and throwing on her leather jacket zipping it up then picked up the house keys and left the house just as a text from the taxi arriving. Locked the door, jumped down the stairs, and walked out the door over to the waiting taxi, opening the door and climbed in. She talked away to the taxi driver feeling the excitement build up inside herself to be going back, she knew anytime she went round could be the last time as she’d learned well from the last few guys that never went past meeting once, she pushed those feelings aside though she got the routine for getting over them except this one broke that routine for lasting longer than a week which was definitely new.  

“Which one is it?” The driver asked Sarah shook her head getting herself out her thoughts and looked around 

“No clue, its number 9?” She replied with a shrug “I’ve only been here a couple times” 

“Here it is” he said as he pulled the car over, she gave him the money plus a tip and stepped out the taxi walking over to the close pressing the flat button anxious energy filling her till she saw Ethan come down the stairs he was wearing a grey suit making her smile about how good he looked 

“Hey” Ethan said smiling back at her as he opened the close door 

“Hi again” Sarah said walking into the close and got pulled into a hug then lifted her head up found his lips for a kiss, before they broke apart and headed up the stairs to his house. He opened the front door and they walked into his house he closed the door behind him as she turned to him unsure where to go, he pulled in for a kiss one arm round her back the other hand in her hair holding her to him, her hands running over his shirt up to grip at his shoulders. She ended up her back up at the wall, dropping her backpack to the floor, Sarah moaned as he pressed against her his hands tangled in her hair, hers gripping at his sides 

“Should we see what you’ve brought?” He asked breaking the kiss, Sarah nodded feeling the embarrassment creeping up on her, she picked up her bag off the floor and walked into the bedroom dropping the bag on the bed before unzipping it as Ethan sat on the bed. She rifled through the bag due to the stuff being at the bottom of the bag before she found them and pulled them out one by one, first the handcuffs, the blindfold then the collar and handcuff duo “Who would be wearing these?” 

“Well, I am the sub so it would be mostly me” Sarah said nervously moving her bag to the floor, then slipped off her jacket before sitting on the bed beside Ethan, he trailed his hands over the corset before pulling her back in for a kiss again. Sarahs hands playing with his hair. His hand skimming along the top of the corset before squeezing her breast making her moan excitedly, his other hand trailing to her jeans as he undoes the button and pulls down the zip. She breaks the kiss to stand up pushing her jeans down and slipped them off with her socks, climbing back onto the bed straddling Ethan as he lay down running his over her side, down to her butt giving it a small slap making her smile at how gentle he was even in bed, but she knew that could change eventually the now it was definitely cute. sarah let her eyes roam over him while he was looking and touching her back, sliding her hands under his waist coat and up his shirt feeling chest underneath stopping just about where she knew his tattoo was making her smile excited to see it again. Leaning down her lips meeting his as she started grinding against his erection, his hands gripping her waist pressing her closer, they both grinded against each other. Sarah sat up smiling down at Ethan thinking about how hot he looked and how horny he made her; he probably didn’t even realise the amount she thought of him, running her fingers through her hair to push it back away from her face 

“How about we start with this?” Ethan said as he picked up the blindfold and put it on himself 

“Fine, so blindfolds mostly used for teasing because you can't see where your partner is” Sarah explained as she started unbuttoning his shirt pushing it apart running her fingers over the panda tattoo on his chest making her smile, admitting to herself how much she loved that tattoo it was adorably cute. She bent over planted a quick kiss on it before moving up to his neck started kissing and sucking on his neck hearing him moan was making her more excited, letting her hands roam over his bare chest and up his arms which she liked squeezing and feeling the muscles move under her grip. She sat back up making quick work undoing his belt, then the button on his trousers and pulled the zip down, Ethan pushed them and his boxers out the way as Sarah removed her pants as well. Rising enough sliding his dick in her as they both started thrusting together in rhythm, Sarah getting to grab his arms again to leverage herself to continue riding him moaning enjoying the feeling of him inside her as she looked at him still wearing the blindfold down his chest past the tattoo down to where the bodies connected and moved for each other. She lowered herself down brought her lips to his as he wrapped one hand in her hair to hold it back and another round her throat making her smile about something else she would need to teach him to be a little rougher with, it still felt good though as she moaned his name during the kiss feeling her orgasm hit. Sitting up again as he removed the blindfold from his face, he sat up straddling chest to chest wrapping her arms round his neck his arms round her back, their lips coming together as their hips still thrusting into each other.  

“What should we try next?” Ethan asked making her smile, as he picked up the collar and cuff set, she climbed off him and turned her back to him placing the collar round her neck moving her hair out the way for him to tighten the strap, she turned back round to him holding out her hands so he could place the handcuffs round her wrists and set the strap on them before connecting them to the collar then pushing her to lie down as he placed her legs on his shoulders.  

“Please Ethan” She begged as he teased her making her moan, he lined his dick up moving it up and down the seam of her clit as she grinded against him begging for him, before he slid in again. Her hands stuck in the cuffs wanting to grab him, touch him and unable to making her more turned on as she watched his body the muscles in his arms while they were holding onto her legs his face looking at where their bodies connected, throwing her head back moaning how hot he made her and how badly she wanted to touch him. Dropping her legs to round his wait as she clings to him, bringing his body down to hers claiming her lips moaning his name into the kiss her hands finally able to grip at his shoulder touch some of his chest, yet none of it being enough always wanting more. She started moving her thrusts to meet his, her release coming again as he pushed himself up putting some distance between them both again that she couldn’t reach him again, her eyes being drawn back to the tattoo throwing her head back letting her orgasm take her again. 

“Not finished just taking a break” Ethan said as he pulled out and lay beside her, unclipping the handcuffs from the collar for her, her hand ran down his chest stroking his still erect dick which was wet from her “Think you can make me cum now?” 

“Guess we'll see” Sarah said chuckling wrapping her hand round him and her leg over his leg which he pressed against her clit, she started moving her hand up and down found her rhythm and started grinding against his leg with the same rhythm, kissing and sucking his neck again before his came round her throat and brought their lips together, feeling the pressure building again inside trying to keep her concentration was getting difficult to keep the rhythm going when all she wanted was to cum again. Whimpering and moaning his name just wanting to cum again for him, it took over again at the same time he same as well, feeling it over her hand looking down smiling at the streams of white over her hand and arm feeling it on her leg, rubbing her thumb over the white droplet on the end of his dick 

“I’ll get the tissue” he says before kissing the top of Sarah's head as they untangle themselves from each other, he stands up walking off to the bathroom and she stared at his butt retreating away making her think about how she would just like to bite it, it was a cute ass when he walked back in she shook her head getting rid of the image taking the toilet paper off him as she wiped herself down before placing them on the bedside table. Ethan lay his arm out as she curled into his body laying her head beside the tattoo, smiling at it before looking up at him. 

“Enjoy your birthday present then?” she asked making him look down and smile at her 

“Yeah, I definitely did” he said kissing her again before he turned to put the tv on and she snuggled down into his chest, and he lay his chin on her head “You also smell nice” 

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey Olivia !! I hope you’re having a wonderful day ! I I was wondering if I can request a fic !! Bucky celebrating your birthday with friends . Maybe husband/dad Bucky or best friend (to lover) Bucky ! Whatever you feel like ! Sending you love Ollie xoxo

Don't Wanna Miss A Thing || Bucky Barnes

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, unprotected sex, fluff WC: 1.8k

Bucky Masterlist

You woke to a soft kiss on your forehead and watched Bucky’s silhouette flutter into focus as your eyes adjusted to the predawn light. Your eyes closed once again with a sleepy smile and you rolled off his pillow to give him space to join you.

“I missed you.” You murmured, feeling the bed dip as he climbed in and pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too beautiful,” Bucky said with a yawn. “Sorry, it’s been a long few days.”

You knew that meant he hadn’t had a wink of sleep since he left your bed and so you snuggled closer to rest your head on his chest. “You’re home babe, you can sleep now.”

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not missing a minute more of your birthday."

His fingertips drew lazy circles across your skin as you both watched the sun break the horizon and flood the room in its warm glow. All too soon you heard the creak of the floorboards in the hall and Bucky’s smile grew wider at the sound alone before he grabbed the blankets and pulled them over his head. 

A head of brown hair and pair of blue eyes peeked through the doorway, the excited smile quickly drooping when your son didn’t immediately spot his dad. He looked at the teddy in his hand, a superhero Build-a-Bear that had an embroidered vibranium arm - just what Bucky had promised he would get while he was away. 

“What’s wrong JJ?” You asked as you nudged Bucky to stay quiet.

“I thought…daddy was home.” JJ hiccuped as he started to get emotional and hugged the teddy. “I miss him.”

The sheet fell away and JJ screamed with excitement as he climbed up the bed and scrambled across. 

“I missed you too buddy.” Bucky soothed as he pulled his son into his arms before reaching for you to join. “So, so much.”

“If you really missed us that much you wouldn’t go away again.” JJ pouted, his blue eyes shimmering with tears.

Bucky ruffled the dark brown hair atop James Jr’s head and placed a soft kiss on the mess. “I have to go away sometimes but I will always come back.”

“There’s a lot of people out there that need daddy’s help, sweetheart. It makes it his responsibility to try, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss us terribly when he’s away.” You explained. “He still makes it home for all the important things, the unmissable things. Did you know he was on a mission the day you were born?”

“No.” The young man sat up straighter with eagerness to hear the tale. 

“He sprinted the entire length of the city trying to make it in time to see you arrive.” You laughed remembering the day like it was only yesterday. You had been so worried he wouldn’t make it but then he crashed through the doors and into the delivery room where you were holding back the urge to push. “And he made it, just like he promised.”

“I promised I would never miss a birthday and do you know whose birthday it is today?” Bucky asked JJ as he pointed to you. “It’s mommy’s! So you need to give her a super big hug before we all get dressed and go out for breakfast.”

“It’s not a birthday without birthday waffles.” JJ giggled as he wrapped his little arounds around your neck. “Happy birthday mom.”

“Thank you again for looking after him, Morgan. If you have any trouble just call me or Bucky or your mom, or call out to EDITH.”

“Relax Mrs Barnes, JJ is a great kid. We will be fine playing the new VR game I made, totally immersive, he won’t even realise you guys are gone.” She grinned as she continued unpacking the electronics she had brought with her, so much like her father was except more responsible thanks to Pepper’s genes.

“Come on, doll. Taxi is here.” Bucky called from the doorway. “Morgan’s got this.” 

“Ok, ok.” You sighed and retreated to the honking cab driver, waving once again to JJ before he got too distracted by the new toys she had brought him. “See you in the morning, be good for Morgie, I love you.”

“Love you too mom,” he said as the last of his focus was lost and he grabbed the headset and controller that had emerged from Morgan’s bag.

“Do you remember when he used to cry for us not to go?” you asked as you slipped into the taxi while Bucky held the door open for you. “Where did that little boy go?”

“He grew up and became independent.” Bucky chuckled and sat beside you, slipping his hand into yours. “Maybe that means it’s time for another.”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “Can you imagine going back to sleepless nights, changing diapers, teething? You really do have a short memory my love.”

Bucky cringed as you pointed out the struggles of a newborn. “Must have been that knock to the head I took.”

“We are not conceiving from a concussion, no thank you,” you teased as you brushed your fingers through his hair, feeling a slight bump at the back. “It must have been hard, it still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s that damn shield.” Bucky sighed, rubbing the spot. “Some asshole threw me right into it as Sam launched it. You know, for someone who doesn’t have an ounce of serum he’s bloody strong.”

“Poor Sam.” You frowned before laughing at Bucky’s incredulous face.

“Poor Sam?” he repeated. “I got hit.”

“I just mean, Sam would be feeling so guilty," you said as you kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Did that make your boo boo better?”

He turned to catch your next kiss on his lips, humming in satisfaction. “Much better.”

“$25.40,” the cabby shouted through the perspex divider as he came to a stop and you jumped apart at the sudden noise.

Bucky shoved $30 through the slot and got out to open your door while you fought the urge to tell the man to use his inside voice. All words were lost as Bucky took your hand and pulled you into the bustling street and across to the restaurant that was full of all your closest friends. 

“Oh, Bucky, how?” you asked as you waved to friends you hadn’t seen in years, the path of parenthood and life married to a superhero taking you away from them. Seeing them brought back all the memories and when they rushed to embrace you it was a relief to know that time distance couldn’t change the friendship. 

“Where can I find a man like that?” your friend sighed as she watched Bucky continue to greet the other guests. “You are so damn lucky.”

“Don’t I know it.” You chuckled, looping your arm through theirs and aiming for the bar to catch up on everything you had missed. 

You were well on your way to being tipsy when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you leant back into him, inhaling deeply as he cologne filled your senses. 

“Having fun, doll?” he asked quietly in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

“I am,” you said as you turned in his arms and gave him an appreciative kiss, giving your thanks with your lips. “I can’t wait to get home and show you just how much I appreciate the hard work you put into this.”

His eyes darkened beneath the string lights that were hung around the bar and he pulled your hips to his while his lips caressed the sensitive spot at the hollow of your throat. “You had to tell me this now, didn’t you. Torturing me with your tempting body and teasing promises. It’s a good thing I love you.”

You jumped as he nipped your throat and he chuckled at the squeak you produced before stepping away. “Go, have fun.”

“Where are you going?” you asked as he turned you back to your friends. 

He jutted his thumb over his shoulder towards the bathrooms and whispered in your ear. “Bad case of blue balls because of a certain little minx.”

 “Do you need a hand?” you offered, biting your lip at the growl that rumbled from his chest.

“You will be the death of me, Mrs Barnes,” he said with a shake of his head and a small smile as he wove through the crowd to the bathrooms. You were still watching him when he looked over his shoulder at the door and sent a wink across the room.

Your friends had stopped talking and you realised one of them had asked a question. “Sorry, I’ll be back shortly. I think I left my phone in the bathroom.”

They giggled knowingly as you skirted the room and slipped through the darkened doorway. A hand clamped over your mouth as you were pulled into the cleaning closet on the other side and Bucky shut the door behind him. 

“I thought you might follow,” he chuckled in your ear, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” you promised as you unbuckled his belt, his hands working to shimmy your dress over your hips. 

Your movements were rushed with the need to feel him inside you so there was no hesitation when he hooked your legs around his hips and buried himself to the hilt with you braced against the door. You prayed the music of the club drowned out your moans as he stretched and filled you with a furious pace that left your head spinning.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear. “Been wanting to fill you up all day, doll. Feel how hard you make me.”

You couldn’t articulate a response as he pounded into you, your orgasm quickly approaching with every long, hard thrust. Your fingers clutched at his dress shirt, wrinkling the material as you desperately grabbed anything you could for purchase.

“Shhhh,” he chuckled as your cries crescendoed and he silenced you with a deep kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as he his cock dominated your cunt.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m so close,” you panted breathlessly, the wave of your orgasm cresting and breaking over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shuddering against you as he found his own release.

“We should get back,” you murmured as he gently lowered you to the floor on shaky legs.

“In a minute, doll.” Bucky straightened your dress and pulled his own pants up before wrapping you back into his arms. “I’m not ready to share you with everyone again just yet.”

[elf-osamu]

I love your bakery!reader x ranpo hcs that you did and I'm here bearing with another request!

I was watching extraordinary attorney woo and then there this one scene in EP 2 that I absolutely love and want to have a bsd rendition of

Basically the reader and the guys (Dazai and kunikida separately) have to go undercover in a hotel for an investigation. They decided to go as a couple who's going to get married since the hotel is known for it wedding services.

Reader tries out a wedding dress while he subtly collect info. Hcs for how they react to seeing their crush in a wedding dress 👀

a/n : hey, first of all thank you !! i'm glad you liked them <3 second, i just started watching this k-drama !! + at first… i didn’t read “hcs”, so there also scenarios about this :”) hope you don’t mind. by the way, in these one-shots + hcs the wedding outfit isn't described, so it can be interpreted as a suit/tuxedo, a bridal gown or another item of clothing, basically anything y'all feel more comfortable with !

“SOMEDAY, I’LL MARRY YOU”

[ masterlist ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated !! ]

fluff, maybe a bit of angst in dazai’s but nothing too major ig, romantic relationship (not estabilished yet), osamu dazai, doppo kunikida (separately) x gn!reader (they/them prns used)

warning(s) : not proofread !

words count : 1451 words

plot : “how would kunikida and dazai react if they saw their crush wearing a wedding outfit?”

DOPPO KUNIKIDA :

[ ☆ ] absolutely lovestruck.

[ ☆ ] he’d try anything to seem impassible about the current situation, because he’s absolutely not affected in the slightest/sarc.

[ ☆ ] however, his reddened ears and neck say otherwise.

[ ☆ ] they’re stunning, they’re stunning, is all he can repeat to himself.

[ ☆ ] make a fool of him for his behaviour and he will bask in a state of self-pity.

[ ☆ ] he’ll write something in his notebook along the lines of “day x, my soul left my body because of my infatuation for [name]. how am i suppose to look at them again, after how i behaved?”

[ ☆ ] ‘dramatic’ or not, he’d need a few days to recover from this embarassing experience.

doppo was nearly always a diligent, reliable person anyone could count on, accomplishing his work with extreme earnestness and without causing much trouble as he acted composed and confident in his abilities; that, however, didn’t mean he wasn’t internally panicking, questioning himself which was the right way to go in order to respect his ideal and at the same time not to cause drastic effects on the outside world.

in fact, quite a few cases he had to fulfill had been indeed stressful: working at the agency wasn’t something easy nor peaceful.

nevertheless, this time kunikida felt a different kind of uneasiness making its way in his chest, a more bearable one which was however rendering him still nervous. the worst part was that he was absolutely aware of the reason behind this tormenting and exhausting emotion.

an all too familiar, and welcomed to his ears, voice snapped him back to reality: “doppo, we’ve arrived at the destination. could you pass me the documents contained in your briefcase regarding our miss- wedding, dear?”

he was well conscious that you said those words to not make the taxi driver suspicious, but his heart still skipped a beat or two.

“of course,” he answered, almost too quickly, and passed you the folder regarding the case, avoiding your gaze the best he could. he didn’t want you to notice the blush present on his cheeks.

doppo couldn’t accept the state he was in, the state you put him in. his focus should have been on the mission you two had to complete, on the obstacles both of you could have encountered that day, not on you nor on your fake-programmed wedding. yes, it was only a cover for the actual mission, but due to his true feelings he couldn’t help but feel a little worried at the thought of it. what would have you thought, if he let the words he couldn’t bear to think about slip from his mouth?

he sighed and some common sense seemed to take hold of him through his quiet breath.

work was still work no matter what he could have thought: it didn’t change his priority, that was the case. he had to simply do his job, like he always did.

after paying the taxi driver, you both got out of the vehicle and looked at the famous hotel in front of you, gently illuminated by the morning light: it gave the building an imposing aura, which suited the rumors about the hotel perfectly.

as you two walked through the entrance door and made sure to present yourselves with your false documents and identities, a staff member accompanied both of you to a comfortable room where someone — probably their manager — was waiting for you on a beige armchair.

the initial talk lasted some time, especially because of kunikida’s subtle questions, which were used to get more information about that enchanting yet bizarre place, and your attempts to seem his romantic partner.

now, you had to try a wedding outfit for the mission’s sake. doppo looked down at his wristwatch: fifteen more minutes and then you could have discussed peacefully about the case without prying eyes watching your every movement.

a sudden rastle made him raise his head and, when he saw your figure wrapped in the fabric of the wedding outfit, his heart started pumping faster.

describing you with the adjective “wonderful” would have been a terrible understatement.

“love, what do you think about—“ your words died in your throat at the sight of your work colleague being so mesmerized by your new look.

kunikida cleared his throat and compliment your outfit without showing his emotions through his voice, trying to seem perfectly fine. which he wasn’t, for the matter.

one day i’ll marry them, he thought with a self-assuredness he didn’t ever suppose to own.

OSAMU DAZAI :

[ ☆ ] he isn’t someone who expresses his genuine feelings often. in order to manage them, they have to be suppressed by him/neg.

[ ☆ ] but, sometimes he can be caught by surprise, without being able to disguise what’s on his mind.

[ ☆ ] so, looking at you with a wedding outfit on would cause him to… well, short out.

[ ☆ ] the glint in his eyes and the look of pure astonishment present on his charmed gaze would betray his false composure.

[ ☆ ] for one of the few times in his life, osamu would be at a loss for words.

closeness: a relationship stage where the two or more people involved began to grew closer to each other, a warm feeling of belonging which allowed human beings to trust other individuals. something that osamu had experienced in his past, something that now caused almost dread in his heart at the sole thought of it. it didn’t matter if it was of a platonic or romantic nature, the young man couldn’t seem to rest, not if it meant to think about his deepest wishes and fears.

as he looked at the documents on the table, dazai melancholically suspired.

if he didn’t have an infatuation on you, it would have been easier to play his role, to act indifferent and suppress his feelings, as he always did; however, in this case, he should have been sincere about his own emotions, a thing which he feared more than anything: something of such nature, as thoughts and feelings were, couldn’t be controlled. and, to not be in control meant to be vulnerable, with no protection. when moments like these came, where his mind was wandering too fast, the loss of control and certainty dazai made sure to have at any time started to become a terrible burden. he didn’t wish to be hurt again.

the fact that he — osamu dazai, a former member of the armed detective agency who possessed an incredible intellect and was always aware of his surroundings — didn’t notice your presence because of his thoughts about you was another thing that had to be added at the list of cons about his infatuation. though, the thing was that he was doing his best to disregard the pros.

“osamu, did you find anything about the case yet?”, your voice interrupted his internal ramblings, “a track or clues, perhaps? i talked with some staff members but their mouths seem sealed: i didn’t get anything out of our conversations, unfortunately”.

dazai couldn’t help but genuinely wonder about the carefulness present in your voice when you called him by his name: when did you start using it to refer to him? when did your relationship as colleagues take this turn? especially, why, deep in his heart, did he seem to appreciate it?

“hmm, not quite yet. i still need some time to gather other information,” he slowly spoke, still confused by his own mind.

a playful grin appeared on your lips. “it just so happens that we will soon have to try our wedding clothes on, and there we’ll have plenty of time to investigate. so, i suggest you get ready”.

both of you passed the way to the dress room cautiously discussing the mission and joking about your situation. when you arrived at your destination, osamu was the first who had to try his outfit: although he would have liked picking something to just annoy you, pretending to be back to himself, in the end dazai chose a classic wedding suit.

however, when it was your turn, he suddenly became nervous: he distracted himself trying to vaguely question some of the staff members. but, when you appeared in front of him with the wedding outfit on, he almost risked fainting.

they’re… wow. i’ll marry them, someday.

“uh, is the outfit that bad?” you pouted, confused, half reciting and half sincere.

osamu wasted no time to deny your question. “no no— my dearest, this outfit suits you very well. you’re… stunning, indeed”.

“oh, that look is full of love, [surname]. you can’t be mistaken, he’ll surely be a good husband”, a staff member said between compliments.

now was your turn to be too shocked to answer.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 6. brb x oc

a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I JUST WANT TO WRITE THEM BACK ON CALI OK (also tried the word thingy that was suggested SO FINGERS CROSSED!!!!!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, bea's uncle being KINDA WILD, bradley has doubts but bea is there for him <3

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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By the time the week was nearing its end, Beatrice and Rooster both left the hotel to go to her uncle’s house. It wasn’t a long trip and they could easily get there by taxi if her uncle wasn’t already at the front of the hotel. She had to do a double take when she saw the message, then peeked outside the balcony to see her uncle’s tall frame in front of a large SUV, lifting his arm up to wave at her “Hello bambina!” his deep voice shouts and he gestures to the car “Come on!”

 

Beatrice blinks, then turns to Rooster who just gives her an amused shrug “We shouldn’t stall too much if he’s there already.”

 

So they finish up at the hotel, only taking a few extra clothes for safety as they make their way out. They’d come back in a few hours after all. Roberto’s smile immediately widens when he sees the couple walking out, “Ah, finally, I was about to kick the doors down!” she knew he was joking but if you saw her uncle around you’d think he would kick doors down. 

 

“Zio, don’t joke about that.” she gently scolds him but then hugs his neck as he pecks her temple, “Hi, zio.”

 

“Hi, bambina, good to see you.” he lets go of her to turn his eyes to Bradley, “Ah, the man of the hour, come here,” he immediately brings the pilot into a bear hug, almost lifting Rooster off the ground. “Good to see you as well, ragazzo. How has Palermo been treating you?”

 

Once he is let go and Rooster feels like he could breathe, he offers Roberto a small smile after fixing his sunglasses, “It’s been really great.” her uncle nods, almost proudly, then nods towards the car while he opens the passenger door. It’s very spacious inside so Bradley doesn’t have to squeeze himself too much, but he chooses to stay close to Beatrice who just smiles up at him.

 

“Well,” Roberto says once he enters the car, “I hope you two are excited, because I am!” he chuckles before driving off.

 

That’s when Beatrice leans forward so her head is peeking from the back of the driver’s seat with her brows furrowed, “Yes, uncle, about that…when did you get a boat?”

 

“Oh! Funny story,” she immediately sighed knowing it’d be just like she imagined, “I met this man in the fish market, right. He is from Hungary I think and he was selling a boat! So I thought about it and said ‘hey I always wanted a boat!’ and then he showed it to me and i bought it!”

 

“And aunt Valeria is okay with that?”

 

“Oh your aunt doesn’t know.”

 

A deathly silence takes over the car and Beatrice’s eyes widen behind the sunglasses, “Wait, wait, what do you mean aunt Valeria doesn’t know??”

 

“Well, you see, it’s a surprise! I just finished everything up this week! She has no idea!’

 

She doesn't know if that’s sweet, worrisome or both. She chooses both for safety. Beatrice just lets out a “Oh.” and settles back down next to Bradley, giving him a look that only makes her husband arch his eyebrow at her.

 

“But don’t worry! She’ll be happy when she sees it!” her uncle boasts, “You know how she is.” she couldn’t really agree much with that considering her aunt was one of the most worrisome people in her family - yes even surpassing her mother - who not only feared her own shadow but was extremely superstitious. Meeting her aunt Martha and her nonna must’ve been quite interesting back then.

 

“Do you even know how to drive a boat, uncle?” she asks with genuine curiosity, and worry, only for her uncle to explain he took a course and he knows everything there is to know and more, “Okay…and is it a big boat?”

 

‘Oh, I think it is. I mean it fits four people.” Roberto grins, humming to himself as they turn a street, “So it is pretty big!”

 

Beatrice purses her lips, then sighs deciding that she wouldn’t get more out of her uncle until they arrive at his house, so she just leans back against the passenger seat and turns her head to Bradley who’s already looking at her with a little smile. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, she could feel he was telling her not to worry without using his words and she appreciated it.

 

Maybe her aunt wasn’t the only one who was worse than her mother either.

 

“And here we are!” Roberto announces “Home sweet home.”

 

Roberto parks the car in front of a two story yellow house with large stone steps that led to the front door. There were several types of bushes and plants that decorated the outside and when Bradley stepped out of the car after Beatrice, he couldn’t help but wander to where he saw the concrete railing on the curve of the road, whistling low when he could see the ocean and other houses below this one, “It’s a hill.” he comments to no one but himself, “Holy shit this view is beautiful.”

 

Beatrice’s presence appeared next to him where she leaned her body a bit forward without any fear - it was pretty high - much to Bradley’s sudden panic, his hands immediately holding her waist as she looked around, “There used to be a fig tree over there,” he tried to control his worry when she leaned even further, almost bending over the edge and easing out a sigh of relief when she stands up again, “Shame there’s nothing there anymore.” Beatrice innocently turns to Bradley, who looks way too pale for his own good, “Are you okay?”

 

“Please don’t bend over a railing I don’t know how many feet away from solid ground.” he mutters in one breath, “I can deal with that,I don’t know if I can deal with you doing that.”

 

“Oh, oh no it’s really safe, Brad I–”

 

“Bea.”

 

Beatrice smiles fondly, “Okay,I won’t.” she whispers, kissing the three scars on his chin and grabbing his hand once she hears her aunt and uncle talking on the front porch. He sighs in relief again, letting the brunette guide him forward where three large cane corsos immediately walk out and decide to sniff them as a greeting.

 

They were fully black cane corsos with the only color being the red collars on their necks, “Oh my God, hi guys!” Beatrice’s voice goes high and the dogs’ tails start wagging like crazy, “Oh my God! You three look so big! Hi! This is Rooster, he’s my husband!” the two dogs started sniffing his shoes and one of them even nudged his hand to get a pet already, whining like a puppy, “I think they like you.”

 

Bradley laughs, scratching the one who nudged his hand behind the ears “Well, you know I like dogs.” he smiles, hand going down to scratch the dog’s chin and in turn the dog’s leg started tapping on the floor with happiness, “Especially big dogs, hi sweetie.” he coos when the other cane corso comes close to demand pets as well.

 

Roberto watches the scene from the front porch with his hands on his hips, “Yeah, my girls are very loving. Andiamo! Come on ladies, back inside!” the large dogs immediately followed the command, rushing into the house past Roberto and Valeria, “Come on in you two, it’s way too hot to stay outside.”

 

The inside of the house was indeed much cooler, the blue tiles that led to a living room and open kitchen area appeared to have golden speckles mixed in and whenever the light shone on them they glowed. The windows are huge, tall arches that went from floor to ceiling and opened in the middle towards a large balcony with even more plants adorning the sides.

 

It was so spacious and homey. There was a staircase that led to the second floor, where he could see another window that illuminated the top of the steps. Meanwhile both of them could hear Bea’s uncle and aunt talking in the kitchen, mainly in Italian and it was too quiet for him to understand what they were saying yet.

 

Beatrice furrowed her brows “I don’t know how my aunt will react to the boat thing.” She begins “I mean it’s sweet he invited us but my uncle is a bit…impulsive I guess.”

 

“An impulsive buyer?”

 

“Hah, yeah, it’s a miracle this place isn’t hoarded with stuff.” She admits quietly, lowering her bag onto the couch, a big couch with a marble like pattern of browns and white.

 

“Did they live here for a long time?”

 

“Ever since I was a kid.” 

 

Roberto’s heavy steps approach the two, interrupting the conversation, “Anyway lovebirds, are you two hungry? Valeria prepared us lunch!”

 

Beatrice furrows her eyebrows, “Zia! You didn’t have to!” but her aunt just waved her hand to say it was nothing. She looked back at Rooster who just smiled at her “Alright…we can have lunch.”

 

-

 

After a wonderful seafood lunch, Roberto told the two to rest in one of the guest rooms until it was mid afternoon so they could enjoy the surprise that her aunt was already getting suspicious of. They took a nap because honestly they didn’t feel like they could do anything else until then, and once they woke up they changed back into their swimsuits and met Roberto downstairs.

 

Her aunt had her arms crossed over her chest while wearing a black bathing suit and a long flowy dress on top to cover, questioning her husband what was happening, “It’ll be fine!” her uncle said, smiling at the couple then whistling to the dogs, “Come on! I cannot wait to see your reaction!”

 

Instead of using the front door like they expected him to, he just turned to the kitchen and to the double doors that led to the patio that had a direct connection to the beach down below. Her aunt was still questioning him on the way down, with Beatrice and Bradley following along with a grin, the pilot’s hand leaning down to gently scratch the cane corso closest to him behind the ears again.

 

It takes them a few minutes to reach the beach, with her uncle leading them to the port where the other people’s private boats were. Beatrice could only watch with the same grin as her aunt questioned why they were in the private port when they had nothing to put there, especially since mainly those boats were fishing boats more likely.

 

That is until they started nearing a massive yacht by the end of the bay, well it wasn’t enormous but it definitely towered over the small fishing boats that surrounded it. “Oh…” they get even closer, with her uncle speeding his step, “My…” he turns around to gesture to it “God…”

 

“Here she is! Isn’t she a beauty?”

 

Complete silence follows, complete and absolute silence and the only one that breaks it is her aunt after a good chunk of time, “Cos'è questo? Roberto, cos'è questo??” she asks in Italian, pinching her fingers and thumb together and shaking her hands back and forth “Che cosa sta succedendo??”

 

“Well amore mio, I wanted to show you our new baby! Andromeda!” He is so proud he doesn’t seem to notice they all look at him stupefied. 

 

Her aunt’s eyes widen, “Our new baby– Did you buy this?!?!”

 

“Yes!”

 

Beatrice winces at her aunt’s tone, “She doesn’t seem that happy…” she looks back behind them to see Bruno and Umberto coming as well, they probably arrived a few minutes ago and her uncle messaged them. “Hi guys.”

 

“Cugina! Hello– what is that?”

 

Bruno snorted, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes, “I think papa bought a yacht!”

 

Cue to Roberto trying to tell Valeria why it was a good purchase, why they’d enjoy it so much and they could travel all over the world with it. But her aunt was too preoccupied as to how and why he got it in the first place. Beatrice,Bradle, Umberto and Bruno just watch as the couple talk back and forth, her uncle never losing his smile and never raising his voice even if her aunt seemed less than pleased.

 

Bradley then opens his mouth to ask, “Does he do things like this often?”

 

A resounding “Yes,” comes from the two brothers and the brunette without missing a beat. It was really amusing and normally, it would be uncomfortable if he wasn’t accompanied by Beatrice and her cousins…speaking of her cousins, he darted his eyes to Umberto and immediately zeroes on a very specific bruise on his neck, right where his jawline ended and his throat begun.

 

He had a feeling he knew what happened but he couldn’t share with Beatrice just yet, deciding to hold it in…he felt like a little boy telling someone his sister had a boyfriend now and he had proof that it happened.

 

After a while, Roberto and Valeria calmed down - well her aunt did - and started walking to the yacht, “Come on! Come on!” he whistles again so the three big dogs leap in as well, although they were a bit fearful at first, needing to be carried into the yacht by the army veteran himself. 

 

Bruno and Umberto follow, with Beatrice and Bradley close behind, “Uncle, I don’t think this is a boat.” Beatrice says, widening her eyes at how massive it was inside. It really fit more than four people there. 

 

“It is a boat! A big boat!” he laughs, leaning on the front deck with a grin, “That’s what the guy told me!”

 

“It’s a yacht uncle.”

 

“Same thing! Come on in, come on in.”

 

With something so big she started to wonder if her uncle had any idea at all of what he should really do and if this course was teaching him how to control such a huge thing in the middle of the ocean. He joked that if something happened, both Bradley and Umberto could help him out since they were in the Navy.

 

He was very surprised when no one laughed at the joke.

 

Meanwhile, Bradley couldn’t help but smile - even if he was a tidbit nervous - when meeting more of Beatrice’s family. He knew Umberto well enough by now, but his brother, his father and his mother he only knew from passing. He had no idea Roberto was this boastful man who seemed to find everything hilarious no matter what and a bit oblivious to certain things

 

Umberto was like his father, he was very friendly, and just as oblivious - especially to flirting. As for Bruno, he was a bit loud, he liked carrying people - since he tried picking Guillermo up and failed miserably and chose to pick up his mother instead- with a boyish grin. Beatrice said he was twenty five years old so that explained the youthful nature. 

 

Valeria was a worrywart as Beatrice called her, she was always fussing about, talking to Claudia or one of her sisters in law, hovering close to her sons and husband to make sure they weren’t doing anything stupid and even to Beatrice. He had to admit he was a bit jealous at first, he never told Beatrice that he got that way. She knew he didn’t have…a lot of cousins, a lot of aunts or uncles and his grandparents weren’t around when he was born.

 

He wanted this type of connection to people for a long time and he was more than happy when Beatrice’s family took him in. Claudia especially wanted to make sure he always had a good time, always asked about his well being and always said that he ‘needed to fill up a bit more’ before slapping food on his plate.

 

When he was younger he wished he had a sibling, he felt very…alone for a very long time even if his mother was always there for him. He eventually grew out of it, joined TOPGUN and then worked up the ranks so he didn’t have the time to think about it anymore.

 

But now that he had Beatrice’s family supporting him so much he really felt he could have that at the ripe age of thirty seven. It wasn’t unwelcome…and he felt his mother would’ve liked them all too. 

 

He didn’t even notice they were already away from the marina, too busy looking at the horizon and the endless ocean to notice but he does blink when he feels Beatrice’s small hand on his bicep,”You okay?” she asks sweetly, holding something in her hand.

 

“I’m fine, gorgeous.” he smiles, “Just thinking, what’s that?”

 

“Birra Moretti.” she says while turning the label to him, “It’s beer, it’s really good. Uncle said to drink for him since he can’t because he could crash the yacht.” she laughs nervously but her eyes have a smidge of worry, “Want to try?”

 

He looks down at the light amber colored bottle, then shrugs, “Why not? I should expand my horizons.” he says, then thanks her quietly as she sits next to him while nursing herself with some as well. He pops the bottle open without issues, then tilts the bottle up his lips. It’s not bad at all, honestly it’s really good, “This is nice.”

 

Beatrice smiles, “Yeah?”

 

“Yeah,I like it.”

 

“It’s tradition,” Umberto’s voice appears, “Papa always had those when in family meetings, I guess we are now…doing it on the boat.”

 

“Absolutely not!It’s not safe!”

 

“Mamma, it’s fine, it’s not like we’ll fall off the boat–”

 

“Bruno Schiavoni if you continue–”

 

Bruno just laughs, tipping the beer back to drink more of the amber liquid. Beatrice smiles at her cousin, but her eyes return to Rooster and she sees he’s not looking at them, he’s looking ahead, “Hey, you okay? What’s the matter?”

 

He laughs softly, looking down at the beer, “...your family is really cool Bea.” he begins, “...I…I just feel really welcome. Is all.”

 

Beatrice’s gaze turns fond and she puts the beer aside, hugging her husband’s arm and propping her chin on his shoulder, “Well,I’m glad. I’m really glad Roos. I know my family is…unconventional to say the best,” cue to her uncle singing O Sole Mio in the background, “And they can be…um…”

 

“Protective?”

 

“Intense.” she says, “But, they aren’t that bad. I think I forgave them after a while, you know? I guess I was upset with my parents for a little bit and then, well, I managed to work through it.”

 

“Yeah?” he asks, “What changed?”

 

“You.” she whispered and he stopped the bottle close to his lips, his eyes widening behind the dark shades, “You helped me grow a lot Roos, more than you know.”

 

Bradley lets out a surprised chuckle, thankful they were sitting farther from her uncle and cousins so they could have this conversation, “I…” he didn’t know how to reply, after all he didn’t think he’d be good within the ‘family aspect’ because he still blamed himself a lot for cutting contact with Mav for so many years, “Really?”

 

“Yes.” she says sweetly, her eyes shining, “You are my biggest supporter and I appreciate it a lot.”I think I told you that before didn’t I?”

 

“You did mention I helped you but not in the familial sense.” he chuckles again, the hand holding the beer landing on his bare thigh, “I mean, I guess-” she knew what he wanted to say, he wanted to say his experience wasn’t long and it wouldn’t be enough to help her like she wanted. 

 

“Brad,” she smiles more, “You helped, you did.”

 

She’s so sincere when she says it, her eyes are on his and he could see it even through the dark lenses. Part of him still felt undeserving of so much praise, but part of him decided that maybe, just maybe, he could start accepting these things no matter how small.

 

Bradley’s surprised expression turned to adoration, his free hand holding onto hers as their fingers interlaced together, “Okay.” he says, kissing the top of her head, “I won’t argue with that.”

 

“Good.” she giggles, “I’d hate to.”

And he thought that this was a great way to end their honeymoon, they’d go back home to Cali on monday and their married life would officially start. And he honestly felt they were both ready for it.

[midgardianweasley]

hiii i love your fics so much omg! anyway, i have a request that i've been daydreaming about that haha: nat and r get into a really big fight about smth (anything but cheating pls my heart won't be able to take that) and r kind of shuts down, and wanda & carol become super protective of her and follow her everywhere making sure she's ok. (and they're also glaring at nat any chance they get) but then nat comes into r's room one night and apologizes and they make up and snuggle and its soft hours

thank you so much! and of course lovely! here you go<33

Priorities

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been missing date nights, leaving Y/N embarrassed for the final time. When confronted, an argument unfolds, but can they come back from it?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: some swearing, some self-neglect

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“Another drink, miss?” The waiter in a smart, black tux asked you for the second time this evening, a part of you felt that it was out of pity as you sat alone at a table for two, and had been for the last two hours.

You were supposed to be meeting your girlfriend tonight for date night, you got all dressed up, makeup applied and hair styled perfectly, which had taken forever, only to be stood up. You wouldn’t have overly minded if this was a first occurrence, you would’ve brushed it off and rescheduled for another night. Which is what you had done, two missed date nights ago.

This was your third night of sitting alone in a crowded, candlelit restaurant as couples around you glanced over with a sympathetic gaze, which had only made you feel worse. Your girlfriend should be here. ‘Natasha should be here’, you thought. You looked up at the kind waiter, giving him a gentle smile before shaking your head.

“No, thank you. I think I'm calling it a night.” You spoke as you hurried to gather your things and get out of there as soon as possible, trying to hold back tears that you refused to let fall, not in front of all of these strangers. You hated this. You hated feeling so exposed. So vulnerable. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubble inside of you, thoughts of Natasha being the only thing currently plaguing your mind, most along the lines of; ‘What was her excuse this time?’ ‘Who is she with instead?’, but, there was one in particular that you couldn’t help but focus on.

‘She promised.’

You hadn’t realised you were crying until you were in the taxi, catching a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror when the driver had adjusted it slightly to see the cars behind you, in the process, you’d also caught her eyebrows raise in concern and it wasn’t long before she started conversation.

“You okay back there?”

You laughed somewhat bitterly, but it wasn’t towards her. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Your response didn’t seem to settle her worry as she turned quickly and shot you a sad smile before returning her eyes to the road.

“Boy troubles?”

“Girl.” You rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of any tear stains that may be lingering and messing up your once really pretty makeup. Not that it really mattered at this point.

“Ah, been there.” She held up her left hand, showing you the shimmering diamond on her finger. “The wife and I have had our fair share of arguments and fallouts, some of them included a situation like this one.”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi?”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi.” She laughed lightly, making you smile for the first time tonight.

“It had always worked out though, we’ve never been stronger.”

“Congratulations.” You looked towards the woman “I hope I could be so lucky.” You mumbled, though still loud enough for her to hear. You were mad at Natasha, more disappointed really, but you still loved her, dangerously so. She could stand you up for another 50 dates, and you’d still be head over heels. Angry, but your love would never falter.

“I’m sure you will be. If there’s one thing I've learned over the years, it’s that things have a way of falling into place eventually.”

Pondering her words, you looked out of the car window and noticed that you were pulling up to Stark Tower. It wasn’t long before the car came to a complete stop, the woman turning round to you and beginning to speak again.

“You’ll be okay. It’s obvious you love her, okay? Speak to her. I’m sure it’ll be alright.” She looked at you with nothing but kindness in her eyes, which you did your best to return with a smile. You reached into your purse, handing her the money owed, plus a tip.

“Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t worry about it, go get her.” She winked as you got out of the car and watched her drive away, quickly taking yourself inside to avoid freezing to death as the cold wind blew harshly. Kicking your heels off, you set off with one task at hand. Talk to Nat.

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“Hey, have any of you guys seen Nat?” You addressed some members of the team who were hanging out in the Kitchen, fixing themselves a snack or just conversing with one another. The second they looked up and took in their appearance, you could’ve sworn their faces paled and saddened slightly as if they knew what had happened.

“I think I saw her head off to train a while ago, but I'm not sure if she’s still there.” Carol replied, her face morphing into one of seriousness. She knew about the missed dates, having found you one night looking completely defeated in one of your nicest dresses and heels. She, alongside Wanda, who had found you both later that night, had spent their night comforting you and reassuring you that she probably hadn’t meant it. They didn’t know what to do, they’d never seen you look so sad before, no matter how much you told them it was okay, the pang in their chest for their best friend hadn’t ceased.

You nodded, quietly thanking Carol and wandered off in search for your girlfriend.

It didn’t take long, she was still training when you’d walked into the gym, sweat practically pouring off of her. Your heart softened briefly when you saw her, her fiery red hair tied back into a ponytail with loose strands all over the place, wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a deadpan face as she attacked the dusty punching bag with such force that you’re surprised it hasn’t flown off of the chains yet.

She hadn’t noticed you had walked in, still giving all of her focus to her punches. Maybe she just hadn’t heard you?

“Hi Nat.”

Nothing.

“Nat”

All you could hear was the furious rattling of chains, still not getting a response from the redhead. With a sigh, you decided to try another approach. You stepped closer to her, still keeping a little distance, and leaned forward to tap her shoulder, instantly grabbing her attention. She flung herself around, arm still in midair, her closed fist almost coming into contact with your face.

You don’t know what you expected when she turned around and finally acknowledged your presence, but you definitely didn’t expect to be met with a scowl.

“Seriously? in the middle of training? I could’ve hit you.” She huffed as she turned back to her previous position.

“Sorry. I just wanted to come in and talk to you.”

“About?”

You paused, expecting her to look at you again, but she didn’t.

With a small sigh, you continued. “you missed date night again. I waited for you, but you were a no show.”

“Right, yeah, date night” she muttered, seeming to be unfocused as her eyebrows furrowed and her head kept darting around the room, looking anywhere but at you. “I’ll make the next one.”

“This is the third one you’ve missed this month.” You said firmly, wanting her to understand that this can’t keep happening, of course cancellations or rearrangements were bound to happen sometimes, but she’s just not showing up and then leaving you in the dark as to knowing why.

“I told you, i’ll make the next one.” She walked over to the bench, picking up her water bottle and taking a swig of water, looking directly at you, you look back at her and she just looks so, unbothered.

“I don’t believe you, Nat. You say you’ll make it up to me and then I sit there again, hoping that you’ll be there this time, but you don’t turn up. And now I come back and you’re just training. Could it not have waited? Was that seriously more important?” You raised your voice now, all the anger and frustration you’d felt earlier coming back up to the surface.

You just wanted an explanation, or something to justify how she was acting, but she gave you nothing, not even an attempt, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Why are you getting so annoyed? You should know better than anyone that this is my job.”

“I just explained that to you! Which is more than what you’re giving me right now.”

“Okay, fine, forgive me for not making everything about you for a minute.” She spat bitterly towards you, her temper starting to go as the discussion became more heated.

“Seriously? That’s how you’re seeing this?” If you weren’t so unbelievably irritated, you would’ve laughed at her response.

“You’re being selfish. So I missed a date or two, you’re blowing this out of proportion once again, it’s infuriating.” Selfish?

You raised both your hands, as if in surrender. It was one thing to ditch you, it was another thing to then insult you for speaking up about it. With a tight lipped smile, oozing with sarcasm, you decided that you’d had enough.

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the gloves she’d just put on. “Then don’t, i’m busy anyways.”. This time, you did laugh.

“What a fucking surprise.”. And with that, you turned on your heels and walked out, hearing the echo of punches fill the room once again, every one feeling like a punch to the stomach.

Maybe these are things falling into place, just not the place you’d hoped.

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You were still in bed at noon the next day, unable to bring yourself to get up and face the world. You didn’t need to worry about anything in the confinement of your bed, even more so considering it wasn’t the bed you shared with Natasha.

After speaking, well, arguing with her last night, you went straight to your shared bedroom, gathered some clothes and your essentials, and slept in your old room that you used to stay in before the two of you started dating. It felt wrong. You always spent your nights with a warm feeling of love washing over you as your girlfriend pressed kisses all over your face, tangling your limbs together in the process.

It wasn’t the same. You felt cold, a type of cold that no heating or blankets could solve. You lacked a weight on your waist, fingertips stroking the skin that was exposed due to your top riding up slightly. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small bear you’ve kept for the las year. It was one that Natasha had given you after she won it at the funfair on your third date, and you could never bring yourself to part with it, remembering how happy she looked when she handed it to you, and the butterflies you felt just from seeing her look so pleased.

The bear was a little worn and torn now, it had been ripped in a couple of places, now replaced with a little sewn on patch of material that didn’t exactly match the shade of brown, and one of the eyes had started to fall off, but you liked that it was different. The assassin had tried to offer to replace it and buy you a new one, but you’d always refuse, insistent that you would keep that bear with you for the rest of time. Even now, when the two of you weren’t speaking, you still held onto it with a death-tight grip.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, open up, It’s me.” A familiar voice shouted through. Carol.

“And me!” Wanda.

You heard some muttering outside of the door, something along the lines of Carol suggesting they break the door down, immediately being told that it was unnecessary by the Sokovian. Feeling pretty against the idea of having a doorway with no door, you called out for them.

“Guys, it’s unlocked.” You were quiet, but it was clear that they had heard you as the faint talking stopped altogether and you heard them walk in and shut the door behind them with a ‘click’.

Wanda was the first to approach you, kneeling down beside the bed so that she was at eye level with you, pulling the bed covers down a little to uncover more than your forehead. Once she could see your eyes and nose, she sent you a warm smile.

“Hi sleepy. It’s noon.”

“I know.” She frowned when she heard you speak, your voice raspy from your crying through the night. She hated seeing you like this, she loved both you and Natasha, and it hurt to see you so sad because of the woman you adored.

“We should go and eat something, it’ll help.”

“‘M not hungry.” You pressed your head further into the pillow, the last thing you wanted to do was eat, your stomach already feeling like it was twisting with every minute that passed.

“C’mon, i’ll make you your favourite.” the blonde winked, leaning against your wardrobe.

“Your special pancakes?”

“With extra whipped cream.” She sang, playfully trying to encourage you to leave the bed. You had to hand it to her, she knew you too well.

WIth a brief look between the two, you rubbed your eyes and threw the covers off dramatically, sighing and ensuring that they knew you didn’t approve of this. They knew you were joking, even if you weren’t, all they cared about was making sure you were okay, knowing that when you felt like this, being left alone allows you to neglect yourself and get really low. They don’t mind if you dislike them for a little while, as long as you are looked after.

“There we go! Well done.” Wanda stroked your back and led you towards the door where Carol held it open for you.

“No breaking it down behind my back.” You shot towards her, slightly amused at the guilty look on her face as she realised you’d heard her quarrel beforehand. Shaking her head, she nudged you out of the door, and the three of you made your way into the kitchen.

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Carol had stuck to her promise of preparing a sweet treat for you, a stack of fluffy pancakes sat in front of you, topped with whipped cream and two cherries on top. You ate slow, still a little cautious of how stable your stomach felt. You could see your two friends talk with one another, not wanting to stare and make you uncomfortable, but occasionally looking over silently to check in on you.

You were feeling pretty content as you sat at the counter, munching away with the two avengers for company. It was only when you heard a voice that you could recognise anywhere.

“Hi guys.”

Not daring to look up, you ket your eyes focused on the food in front of you, hoping that if you just stay quiet, you’ll be invisible to the human eye.

“Hey Nat.”

“Hi.”

Wanda and Carol replied, wary of any interaction between the pair of you that could unfold into something neither of you wanted or that would lead to any regrets.

You lifted your head slightly, able to see the daggers Carol was throwing at Nat, not impressed with her being in the room. You both had always been quite close, often talking about life before becoming superheroes that protect the planet, in her case, planets. In the process, she’d found herself having a soft spot for you, wanting to protect you from anything that could bring you harm. Which you were grateful for, but her glaring was terrifying sometimes, you were more grateful for the fact that her powers weren’t in her eyes, otherwise you would’ve definitely become single five minutes ago.

You could see Natasha out of the corner of your eye, she was filling up the bottle she used for when she was training, her eyes weren’t on what she was doing, instead, she was trying to subtly look up at you through the hood of her eyes. You subconsciously took the opportunity to really take in her appearance.

Her hair hadn’t been tended to since you last saw her, half of it was hanging out of her ponytail, most of it falling in front of her face. Her eyes looked glassy and bloodshot, like she had been crying recently and you could’ve sworn that was your t-shirt she was wearing. The sight sent a wave of sadness over you, wanting nothing more than to leap over the counter and pull her into your arms and tell her things were fine, that the two of you were fine. But you stayed seated, too nervous to make a move.

You didn’t know it, but she regretted speaking to you last night, instantly realising what she’d done after she came back to her room to find it empty and half of your stuff gone. She knew immediately where you’d gone and would’ve gone through to talk it through with you, but she didn’t think it would help. She wanted you to have your time and space before approaching the situation.

With that, she tightened the lid on her bottle, sent you an apologetic smile and walked out of the room, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere in her absence.

“You alright?” Wanda asked

“Yeah, yeah no I'm okay. I’m feeling a little tired though, I'll catch you guys in a bit, okay?” You stood from your seat, not giving either of the two a chance to stop you as you walked out and back to bed. What a day.

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Hours had gone by now and you were back wrapped up under your bed covers, still clinging onto your bear. You hadn’t bothered to change, you went straight to bed after walking in the door. You’d managed to get some sleep earlier, not a lot, but it was something.

You tossed and turned, trying to find any way of being comfortable so your body could rest and your mind could shut off, but it was deemed to be impossible. All you could think about was your argument with Nat, and how she looked so upset earlier. The thought alone triggered the waterworks again, this time, you didn’t even attempt to stop them.

Only a couple of minutes had passed before there was yet again, another knock on your door. You rolled your eyes, really not wanting any more visitors, you were grateful for the help, but you really wanted to be alone.

“Guys, I’m fine! It’s late, get some sleep.” You called out, waiting to hear retreating footsteps, but they never came. Huh. That’s weird? You brushed it off quickly, assuming that it must’ve just been too quiet to hear, which you wouldn’t put past you due to all the sniffling you’ve been doing in an attempt to silence your crying.

You were wrong. The person at your door hadn’t walked away. They also weren’t Wanda or Carol. Instead, it was who you least expected to be in your room at god knows what time at night after the events that had unfolded recently.

“Hi.” The redhead whispered, worrying that if she spoke any louder, you’d be able to hear her voice shake with nerves, or the huge lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.

You froze on the spot when you realised who it was, not entirely sure how you were gonna play this. Realistically, you might as well just see what it is she wants, it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Hey.”

Her footsteps were practically silent but still felt deafening as she stepped closer to you, cringing slightly at how tense and forced all of this felt. It was her fault, she knew that, she hoped you did too. She didn’t want you blaming yourself for her actions, although she couldn’t say anything if you did, she was the one who had insulted you and planted the thought in your head, and she felt every fibre in her body beg for you to forgive her.

Approaching with caution, she walked up to the top of the bed, kneeling where Wanda had been earlier, but unlike Wanda, she didn’t reach out for you. She didn’t feel she had the right. Not now. She quickly took note of your eyes and how they were drooping and red, just like how hers had been earlier, which is how she could know in an instant that you had just been crying. She felt like a knife had gone through her chest at the sight, knowing that she had done that to you. She’d let you down so much that it had brought you to laying in bed alone and crying.

You mumbled something incoherent, completely muffled by the covers that were blocking your mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you through the cover, could you tell me that again?”

You looked down a little, debating on doing it or just asking her to leave this conversation for another day. ‘But, she was already here, so you may as well get on with it.’ you thought, and with that, you tugged the covers down a little, letting Natasha see your full face now, unable to stop a tiny hint of a smile creeping up on her face. Your nose was runny, your eyes were puffy, and your face was flushed, but that didn’t change the fact that she still believed you to be the most beautiful woman she’d seen.

“Has something h-happened?” You hiccuped, noticing the frown take over her features as she maintained her eye contact with you.

“Yeah. i was a complete idiot.”

“Nat-”

“No, no, please. I want to explain. I need to explain. Please?” She pleaded, not caring how desperate she might’ve looked.

You paused for a minute before sighing gently, nodding at her and giving her a non-verbal go ahead to continue. She took a deep breath, looking away for a second then looking back at you before you could even blink. You could see her hands tremble a little, and while you were upset with her, you couldn’t leave it alone. You reached your hand out from under the cover and held it out to her, offering it for her to hold. She grabbed it without hesitation, squeezing it gently as a single tear fell, gathering the courage to say her next words.

“I have no excuse for what I did. There is nothing I could say that would make my actions plausible or acceptable, I shouldn’t have treated you like that or said what I did, and I understand if you can’t forgive me, or don’t want to. But I needed-, no, I need you to know, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve better.”

More tears had fallen down her face at this point, her thumb not ceasing in their circular movements on the back of your hand. She didn’t know if this was going to be the last time she felt your hand in hers, so with every circle, she was savouring the moment, no matter how badly she wished it was under different circumstances.

You shuffled a little so you were in a more upright position, hoping that it would make speaking easier. You’d taken in every word, and while you were hurt, extremely hurt, you saw how remorseful she was. Her face showed no sign of humour or like she was lying. You could always tell when she was lying, her eyebrow always twitched a little, which you would always be in stitches about when she tried to say she didn’t eat your last cookie and her eyebrows would be moving like mad. They were as still as stone when she was speaking this time.

“You really hurt me, Nat. I didn’t think I was asking for much, just some time with you, that was all. And you left me every time, for work and with no notice. It was embarrassing.” She nodded in acknowledgement as she listened. “A-and then to come back and witness you being so, so, hostile, with me, I didn’t understand what I'd done.”

She gulped audibly before speaking again. “You hadn’t done a thing. Not a thing. I-I threw myself into work, into training. The last mission, I was sloppy, I wasn’t on my A game, it almost ended up with other people seriously hurt. So I thought-” She took a shaky breath in. “I thought, if I trained harder, It would mean I would be better for the next mission. But I disregarded everything else on the radar, including you, and then I got so mad at myself for it that I ended up taking it out on you instead. You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, and it was out of order for me to ever say so. It was wrong, and I don’t think I can apologise enough.`` She gave you an apologetic smile, tears streaming down her face steadily now.

“You know, when I came home from the restaurant, I had this driver.” You smiled. “Nice woman, she’s got a wife. She was telling me that it wasn’t easy for them. They had their ups and downs, their fights and bitterness. But they always found their way back to each other.” You whispered so softly that if there was any other noise in the room, Natasha wouldn’t have heard a word.

“And, when we argued, I really didn’t think we were going to be able to come back from that. I thought that maybe our time had expired.” You sniffled, your own tears trailing their way down your cheeks. Without thinking, she wiped them away, her palm pressing onto your warm cheek as you nuzzled into it, still finding comfort in her touch.

“I don’t want us to expire, Nat.”

There it was. There was the sentence that turned silent tears into fully body wracking sobs, your hands instinctively going to pull away and cover your face, instead, Natasha brought herself up to sit on the side of your bed, hastily bringing you into her chest and her free hand combing its way through your hair.

She rocked you back and forth, letting you get everything out of your system, no matter how much it hurt to hear.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, moya lyubov.”

Your sobs soon died down with Nat’s help, sobs turning into faint pants with how tired you were and how much energy it had taken out of you. You looked up at her softly, as she smiled down at you.

“I love you, Natty.” You murmured, the words making the assassin’s heart grow fonder for you, if that was ever possible.

“I love you more.”

“Can you stay with me tonight? I can’t sleep without you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” She leaned over you, bringing the blankets back up and over you, catching a glimpse of some brown fur among the darkness. She knew exactly what it was. She picked up up with the blankets and handed it to you, happiness overtaking her as she saw your eyes light up at the teddy she won for you.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Detka.” She pressed a kiss to your temple before settling down, holding you tight in her grasp, refusing to let you go for anything or anyone, not that you were complaining, you’d missed this.

Nothing had to be decided tonight, there was no rush for discussion. Sure, there were still things to talk through and work out, but that can wait. All that mattered right now, was that Natasha was there. She was holding you in her arms and you felt every ounce of love and apology she could give you. And that was enough for now.

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