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purplesurveys · 1 year ago

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Do you feel bored with your life? Yes honestly a little bit. I feel like all I do is complain about work and be anxious about work, that I'm making a complete waste of my life. 2023 definitely feels like a not-well-spent year lol, but I know it's also my quarter-life crisis calling. I promise I have plans on leaving, but since I was titled with the new position already I might as well make the most of it and achieve 1 or 2 big things that I could put on my resumé.

Who’s someone you miss that you haven’t talked to in years? Katreen. We were very close...then after college, nothing. What's weird is that she'll always be the first one to follow me on whatever social media, but occasionally I'll reply/react to her posts and she just never replies. Our threads are all one-sided, lmao. I know she's an introvert so I give it a pass but it sometimes also already comes off as does she hate me?? Why'd you even follow me if you'll never talk to me or reply to my messages? lol.

Do you miss anyone who was mean to you in the past? Why should I?

How do you feel right now? I feel like I'm on cloud nine, lol. I have a box of palm-sized chocolate chip cookies, I'm alive to bask in the return of CM Punk in WWE, there's only 199 days before Jin comes back, I have no work tomorrow, and I'm seeing my friends for an exhibit viewing + dinner.

Work hasn't changed and several deadlines are actively plaguing my mind, but nothing can make me pissed right now and I'm allowing myself the rare opportunity to ignore all responsibilities first.

Do you have severe withdrawals from medications? I've never experienced withdrawal.

What’s the most weight you’ve ever gained from a medication? I've never gained weight from a medication, either.

Do you have a doctor you can trust? Not really, because I don't have a regular/go-to doctor.

What’s the stupidest decision you ever made? Staying in and fighting for a relationship longer than I should've.

How many tattoos do you have, and what are they of? I don't have any. Needles are scary.

How do you get through hard times? I just have to be in the headspace of telling myself that I've gotten through everything in the past, and the present won't be different. The pandemic also did wonders in letting me put things in perspective – I simply don't stress about difficult times as hard as I used to.

Have you ever been suicidal? I have.

Do you pray? If yes, to whom? Nope.

Do you ever feel lost and alone? When I'm stressed and my hormones get all over the place, I get tempted to drown in feelings of loneliness; like thinking that everyone's out to get me or how helpless I feel in my (work) position. Those are the only times I ever feel lost and alone, and I hate that my stance about work has evolved to such a state; I'm well-aware of how unhealthy it is so trust me, I am actively counting down the clock until I can set myself free.

Everything else about my life is wonderful though.

What do you miss about high school? Only having to worry about papers and deadweight groupmates.

What do you miss the most about college? Having all that time, freedom, and even avenues (orgs, rallies, after-school activities) to simply get to know yourself better.

Did you like high school? I liked the experiences and memories I got out of it, but I hated the actual system. I went to a Catholic school and they definitely did their best to make sure everyone felt suffocated 24/7.

What was the name of the first dorm you lived in? I never stayed in a dorm. I lived close enough from my school that it sufficed to just drive to and from.

What was the last flavor of tea you drank? I had this peach tea last Friday that I only drank because I was super thirsty and it was the only drink being served at the event I was in.

Do you feel like youtube’s gotten boring lately? Not at all. I go along with the trends as much as I can so I'm always able to find something to enjoy, whether it's video podcasts or ASMR stuff or vlogs or K-pop stuff or whatever.

What would you change about your hair if you could? I'd bring back the super pigmented purple hair I had back in June. My last stylist dyed my hair only a really faint purple and I'm not happy with how it looks now.

Are you jealous of anyone? Those who get to resign from the company for greener pastures, lol.

What was the best date you’ve ever been on? I know there should be one but I've already blocked most memories from my previous relationship that I really can't tell you anything even if I wanted to.

What’s the last great song you discovered? I'm really into That Feeling When by Enhypen these days.

Has facebook gotten boring lately? It is, and it's better that way. Facebook can be a toxic cesspool when trending topics come up, especially political ones.

Do you feel free to post how you feel on facebook? For the most part yes, but I still ultimately watch my mouth because I'm friends with a few members of the media and I don't want to end up an unruly representative of my workplace.

Which stereotype do you fit the most? Jaded corporate slave devoid of happiness and work-life balance.

What is the most beautiful landscape you have ever seen? Watching the sun rise in Sagada.

What was the first CD you bought? I Am...Sasha Fierce by Beyoncé.

How old are you? 25.

What year were you born? 1998.

Did you go to prom? I had to, it was required lol. I would have happily skipped it.

Are you jealous of people who are ten years younger? Not really. I had my time to be 15 and I don't feel the need to go back.

If you could rewind time ten years, would you? Nope.

What do you miss the most about your past? Mostly just the fact that I could be more carefree then because for the most part I had little to no heavy life responsibilities. In general though I feel zero desperation to go back to my past; it's not something I cling to.

Do you like getting older? Kind of, yeah.

What hard thing are you going through right now, if applicable? I feel helpless in my job and it's just starting to become a place I hate staying in. I've told my superiors that the last thing I want is to wind up resenting the company that gave me a chance from the very beginning so they're also aware that I plan on leaving the first chance I get.

Have you made any progress toward going after your dreams? Kind of, yeah.

Who encourages you to go after your dreams? Just me. My friends, too.

Do you like pineapple on pizza? No.

What song are you listening to right now, if any? I'm listening to Taehyung's live and he's playing some song I don't recognize, so that.

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desireandduty · 2 years ago

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She hates watching him cough, even more so because knows what that cough feels like, as though it burns and scraped your whole esophagus. The last two days had been brutal. While she realizes it technically is not her fault, she didn't forcefully inject his body with virus cells, it's also highly unlikely he could have gotten such a similar illness from anything other than so carefully and attentively nursing her back to health. In sickness and in health, the thought flits across her mind. This is, she supposes, their first time in dealing with the former.

He's rolled forward on the sofa, leaning heavily into her touch, and it's so tempting to just take him in her arms and hold him close while she tries to stroke away every ache and pain in his body. But she knows that won't actually help, so she stands up and says quietly, "Of course. Just let me get you some water and a cool compress. You're going to need lots of liquids and to bring that fever down." She vanishes into the kitchen, hurrying with her task, and returns just minutes later with a glass of water in her right hand and a cool, damp cloth in the other.

"Take a drink for me?" she says, handing him the glass. "I'm done for the day, and I can take tomorrow off if I need to in order to get you healthy again." She shrugs out of her Senate robes and lays them over the back of the other sofa, leaving her in just a simple lilac-colored dress. Then she takes the water glass from him and sets it on the coffee table before settling herself onto the sofa and helping him maneuver his way to resting his head on her lap.

Very gently, she lays the cool compress over his forehead and then begins calmly stroking circles all over his head with her fingertips, starting at his temples, then working up to the crown of his head before traveling down towards the base of his neck. "Does that help?" she murmurs, staring fondly down at him.

The funny part of it all, is that Anakin has never been one to get sick. Even as a kid, when every other young padawan came down with a stomach virus or the sniffles, Anakin would be the only one without any symptom and who could continue his lessons as usual. He doesn’t know why this is (maybe Tatooine is such a rancid planet that growing up there automatically gave him a stronger immune system?) but also never questioned it much. It comes to mind, though, as he helped Padme through her illness, and then woke up the next day feeling like he got thrown out of a speeder. He didn’t want to spread the sickness to the whole Temple, so he stayed in Padme’s apartment (he knew she wouldn’t mind).

“S’not your fault.” He sniffles, and then coughs as the phlegm built up. He leans into her touch. “I dunno.” His head hurts too much to think so hard. “Might just need to meditate in the Force.” It’s always easier to meditate when Padme is around. He used meditation to heal wounds, surely the same thing could be used for an illness? Then he has to lean away from her to sneeze, which makes his head pound; Anakin groans, and presses back against Padme.

“Can you rub my head, please?” He just needs to relax a bit more, and then he could meditate this away. “…you done for the day?” He doesn’t know what time it is, but he knows once he cuddles up to Padme, feeling like this, he won’t want to get up.

#me while writing this: 😟😟😟#{skyhaunter}#{ft: anakin skywalker}#{verse: aggressive negotiations}

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jaeminscoffee · 4 years ago

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Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right?

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place.

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad)

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense.

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend.

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people.

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny.

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you.

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks.

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look.

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it"

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n."

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing.

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine."

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda.

Ironic, huh?

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night.

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location.

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze.

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder.

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming.

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning.

"Answer me."

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement.

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?"

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place.

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot.

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study.

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling.

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command.

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck.

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features.

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking.

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?"

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions.

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you.

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?"

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in.

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck."

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?"

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed.

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?"

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum.

"Say it, Y/n."

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad.

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds.

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers.

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers.

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?"

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach.

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe.

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully.

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.."

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration,

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night.

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity.

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly.

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!"

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock"

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad.

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel"

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace,

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm.

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast.

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you.

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper.

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name.

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure.

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls,

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for.

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed.

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him.

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side,

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad,

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???"

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

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sparklingchim · 4 years ago

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fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

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miraculous-trinity-leo · 4 years ago

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

Chapter 6: Evade The Bats, and Beat The Crows

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

The girls are in the old living room setting up clues (that are absolutely... useless) around Gotham. One being a picture Harley and Multimouse took earlier that day.

"They might think to look here after they realize the clues are fake." - Steph

"Then where else would they not think to look?" - Maria

"W.E, I can get you and Harley in without them knowing easily." - Barbara said with a confident smile.

"But they'll have to go incognito... especially you Harley, no offense, but your outfit stands out just a tad." - Steph

"Ehhh, none taken, I'm sure I can tink of somthin' else tuh wear." - Harley

"I can help with that, but I'll need some clothes and some sewing supplies." - Maria said already thinking of what she could make.

Cass gave a nod and headed out of the room, after a few minutes she came back with t-shirts, jackets, sweaters, shorts, jeans, etc. and droped the pile of clothes infront of the group. She then handed Maria a sewing set she got from Alfred.

"Thanks Cass. I'll get to work on making our costumes." - Maria

"Let me help yuh wit' dat hun." - Harley said as she picked up most of the clothes for Maria

"Thanks." Maria

•—–·Let's see the Chaos shall we·–—•

"You never told us she could use magic!" - Red Hood looking under the table

"I wonder if she can infuse magic with coffee..." - Red Robin said looking in the cabinets for the third time.

"Stop looking for coffee!" - Red Hood

"She could've hidden in here." - Red Robin said while crabbing a mug

"I haven't had enough sleep to deal with this." - Selina then walked over and flopped herself on the couch and proceeded to fall asleep on impact.

"Maria get your tiny self back here right now or else!" - Tony

"Or else what? She Knows MAGIC! What else does she know that you haven't told us?!" - Red Hood

"... I never told you becuase it's meant to be a secret!" - Tony

"Oh, so now you agree with keeping things a secret?" - Red Robin grabbing the coffee

"What else can she do Tony." - Batman

"Well... she's great with tech, can kick butt in a LOT of different ways, has magic, and if she wants to, she can find and know where everyone or anyone is, but I think she gets massive headaches from a wide search like that." - Tony

"Anything else?" - Batman

(Tony thinkng of all the tiny gods she has in jewelery, and that she keeps Paris/friends and family safe on a daily basis, and that she is the well known designer MDC...)"No..." - Tony

As ivy was listening to them talk, she continued to search her garden, until one of her plants had a message fo her.

"Hello Ms. Ivy, please don't help Batman and Iron Man find us, we promise we'll be careful." - Maria

"Where are you?" - Ivy asked whispering into the plant.

After a few minutes Ivy got a detailed plan that Maria, Harley and the girls came up with to evade The IronBat group (Maria thought that would be better than ManMan group 'But it's Bat MAN and Iron MAN, so it has tuh be The ManMan group.' was Harleys defence, but Maria won that one.) and Ivy agreed to help as best she could.

•—–· Over to the Miraculous gang ·–—•

Plagg is cackling like there's no tomorrow.

"Guys something must be wrong, Plagg won't stop cackling, he won't even touch the cheese I gave him!!!" - Adrien

"There's no time for that, we need to find out where the hell Maria is!!" - Chloé

"Hahahaha, Ti- heheh Tikk- pffhaaaaaaahaha!!!" - Plagg

"He's trying to form words!" Adrien cradling Plagg in his hands "What is it my friend? Don't do this, you're to young...*sniff * you're to beautiful!"

"Hehehehe Shhhh- hahaha, she- she- haha...heheh- I'm so p-hehe-Proud wahahaha " - Plagg

"Proud?! She?! Where?! Who, is it Maria?!" - Chloé

"Hhhhhhhhahhaaaaaaaaaa" - Plagg

"Oh God he's wheezing!" - Adrien

"Hey guys, Peter and I got the snacks, found out where Maria might- oh kwami." - Alix walking into the room to a zombie looking Chloé, a panicked Adrien and the Kwami of death/bad luck/chaos laughing himself to death.

"Has he finally lost it?" - Peter

"She has become a true cat! hahahahahaaaaa heheheheeeeeee." - Plagg

Everyone in the room but Plagg "Oh fu-"

•—–· Over to the Batfam ·–—•

So everyone is panicking because for the past hour none of them could find Multimouse. Robin is sitting on the couch next to a now fully awake Selina, Red Hood and Nightwing are once again feeding each other the worst possible situation she could be in, Tony may or may not be hyperventilating, Red Robin is drinking coffee, and Batman is as stoic as ever... well on the outside anyway, on the inside, it's a warzone. Ivy is drinking her tea, slightly worried, but also hiding a small smile.

"What if we ask Oracle to try and help us find her?" - Red Robin

"... Right... Yes, ok let's do that... Bats you do it, I need to sit down." - Tony

•—–· Back to the girls ·–—•

The girls moved everything to the Bat-cave so they could set the route they would take, then the Bat-Computer started ringing.

"Hide!" - Steph

"Where, dere's nuttin' tuh hide behind!" - Harley

"Quick under the Bat-Computer." - Barbara

As soon as Harley and Maria hid under the Bat-Computer, Batman and the rest of the Batfam was on video call.

"Hey guys, what do you need?" - Barbara acting like nothing happened

"We need you to search for Maria, she's in a dark gray suit with pink accents, and she's with Harley." - Batman

"Ok, no prob, I'll contact you when I've found something." - and with that Barbara exited the call.

"Should we start heading out?" - Maria

"Yup, and here are your ID badges, don't lose them. I'll give our Batfam fake sightings, and lead them far away, then once you reach W.E I'll slowly start leading them closer to you." - Barbara

"Thanks, keep in touch if they decide to split up." - Maria

"Roger that." - Steph said giving a solute

•—–·–—•

Soon Multimouse and Harley are running over roof tops again, doing tricks, and stopping petty crimes, Barbara is leading the Batfam all over Gotham, and then they got to W.E, after Maria transformed back, they entered the building. Thanks to Babs, they entered without any problems and had free roam for the entire building, with some exceptions like new weapons designs, or the roof. They were hiding in the building for about an hour on the 7th floor when Barbara called in.

"Hey girls, you might want to be careful, I spotted some of Scarecrows goons a few blocks away, they seem to be heading in your direction, I'd say about 6mins tops until they reach W.E. Best to find a good room to stay in, or get out of there." - Barbara

"Thanks fawh de heads up Babs." - Harley

"Ok, we'll try to get out, let us know if we should turn back or not." - Maria

"Got it, and be careful." - Barbara

Maria and Harley then made their way back down, they were taking the stairs, because they figured it would be quicker, once they were on the second floor, they started to calmly make their way through the doors of the stairwell. That's when Scarecrows goons busted in, shouting for everyone to get down, Harley made sure to stay as close to Maria as possible as the goons gathered everyone to a wall. They were told to not move, talk, or do anything to anger them, once everyone was up against the wall, that's when Scarecrow came in. As he entered the room some of the employees started to look very scared, when Maria looked over to Harley, she saw her mouth 'it's ok', afterwards the goons had them all tied up and on the floor sitting down. Scarecrow scanned them before speaking.

"One of you will be testing my newest and most potent fear toxin as of yet. We can do this one out of two ways." He said lifting up two of his needle syringed fingers. "1. You can be a hero, and let yourself be my newest test subject, aka the boring way or 2. I pick whoever I want, aka the slightly less boring way. Now, who wants to go first?"

•—–· Over to Batman ·–—•

The Batfam was running around the other side of Gotham, now without Tony, because someone ( ehem Thor, ehem) was making a giant mess at Avengers Tower, and was fighting Loki... again. It was when they decided to call Oracle that things took another turn.

"Oracle have you foun- " - Batman

"They're at W.E. and Scarecrows there, I can't get in contact with them, and I can't get into the cameras at the moment, I need you to get your butts over there now!" - Oracle

"Wait you were in contact with them?!" - Red Hood

"Not the time! Just get over there before someone gets hurt!" - Oracle

"We're on our way." - Batman

They all then kicked it into high gear and were running to W.E, and out of everyone, Damian seemed to be the most visibly panicked, if him running twice as fast as everyone was any indication. At the speed they were going, they would be there in 20mins or less... hopefully.

•—–· Back to Maria and Harley ·–—•

So while Scarecrow was giving his little speech, Maria whispered into a plant to let Ivy know their situation, she wasn't able to get an answer before she and Harley were pulled away from the crowd.

"And what do we have here? Harley Quinn and a child. How interesting, well then, which one of you would like to test my new fear toxin?" - Scarecrow

"Eh, do me, I bet I got a lot o' trauma and fears from my time wit' Mistuh J. dat yuh would just love tuh see." - Harley

"... As tempting as that sounds I think I'll test it on your little friend here, after all, I know better than to mess with one of the Sirens." - As Scarecrow said that, one of the goons dragged Maria over to him. She didn't panic, she was actually really calm, which worried Harley even more because, remember all that emotional trauma she saw Maria had? Yeah, not the best match for the fear toxin.

As Scarecrow grabbed Maria, she locked eyes with Harley, and gave a brief smile before she felt a sharp jabbing pain in the side of her neck. Her vision went hazy, and from Harleys' point of view, she went a little limp from it.

As Maria started to see again she could hear screams, car alarms going off, and explosion in the distance, when she looked up, she saw them, her friends, her team... her family, they were all there lying infront of her... none of them moving, all of them were lifeless, looking as though turned into a gray husk of what they once were, and beside them were all the Kwamis, and their respective Jewelery, broken and shattered. She felt the tears fall as she looked around. Paris, the once beautiful city of lights, was now a wasteland, everything had a gray tone to it, people, animals, everything that had life... was dead.

And then she heard laughing, a sick disturbing laugh that was all to familiar... Lila. When she turned and saw Vulpina, she felt sick just looking at her.

"You have failed Maria, everyone you knew and loved is gone, all because you weren't here." - Lila

All she felt in that moment... was pure anger, she began to struggle, but somthing was holding her. She kept hearing that stupid laugh, and kept struggling harder and harder.

"You were never good enough, you were meant to always be our everyday Ladybug, but you never were, you never cared for us, and that's why, they're all gone, because you weren't good enough." - Lila

The last four words kept playing over and over in her head, until something clicked, she wasn't in Paris, so how did she get there? The last place she was at... was with Harley, she was in the W.E. building, and had fear toxin injected into her. As she came to that realization, she could hear the laughing fade just a bit, she closed her eyes and focused on finding everyone's souls, when she did, she saw that Scarecrow was right infront of her, a goon next to Harley, and a goon behind her, the other goons had left and were on the first floor. She snapped back when she heard Lilas' voice again.

"You always were stubborn and never accepted the real truth, as class president aren't you supposed to just roll over and do as you're told." - Lila

Maria was done listening to her, and decided to kick Lila in the face (since someone didn't think to tie up her ankles.)

"Just go rott in hell already you lieing fox!" - Maria

Maria didn't get any answer, all she knew was that she hit whatever was really infront of her hard. Maria then heard Lilas' voice morph into a heavier, more distorted voice.

"That's a first, guess I'll have to increase the dosage." - Scarecrow

She then felt another jabbing pain in her neck, all she could do was scream from the pain, her head was spinning, and all she could hear was laughing, sickening laughter that came from both Lila, and now Hawkmoth. One thing Scarecrow didn't account for, was the deep hatred Maria held for both individuals he made her see. Because soon after he gave her more fear toxin she got her footing, pushing back into the goon behind her before using the goons' grib on her to do a half backflip into kicking the guys face in, quickly knocking the goon out, when she stood back up she only saw Hawkmoth, surrounded by her lifeless team and family, she only saw red, and charge right at him. She kept punching and roundhouse kicking him, giving one final charge, ramming into Hawkmoth before she felt weightless. She never heard the panicked scream Harley let out, she never heard the shouts that came from the Batfam just reaching the second floor, before she hit something... something rapped around her holding her from falling any further, causing her to start thrashing around thinking it was Hawkmoth, before seeing he was also grabbed by something. She struggled ignoring the slight pain that went through her harms and legs. She slowly calmed down as she felt her feet touch the ground again, she then saw another Hawkmoth that was now mixed with Lila hug her, she tried to break free, but realized that it wasn't Lila or Hawkmoth... It was calming, and her voice was gentle, it was Ivy. She only heard a few words, that's when she felt something blow on her face, and after a few seconds, she lost conscientiousness.

Harley came sprinting down and was by Ivys' side in less than a minute. Ivy could tell Harley was worried and joined her in hugging a now sleeping Maria.

"I'm sawhry Ives, It all just happened so fast, and she was so awesome at kickin' Cranes @ss, I din't get her out of dere quick enough." - Harley said as she looked Ivy in the eyes, with tears threatening to escape.

"It's alright Harley, none of this is your fault." - Ivy replied comfortingly to Harley

As the two hugged Maria Batman came over.

"We'll take it from here." - Batman

"Hell no. We ain't leavin' her side." - Harley

Batman just let out a sigh, after he dealt with Scarecrow and his goons, Batman, along with his sons, Ivy and Harley, all headed back to the Bat-cave where the other girls and Alfred were waiting.

If anyone noticed Robin looking over to Maria with a concerned look, they just ignored it, and continued their way back home.

•—–·†·–—•

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Don’t Leave Me Now

xvii

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, one slap, some smut including groping and fingering

January, 1968

~m.r~

We were to go back to the studio today. From what I understood, we would be working on some older tracks today and tomorrow. My voice was to be overdubbed. Billy dropped me and Ronnie off at EMI Studios. She was coming in to take some pictures.

The two of us got out of the car. I walked round to Billy's side. He rolled the window down and I poked my head through. "I'm at the office today if you need to call me" He told me.

I smiled and touched his face. "Yes, I know. Have fun at that meeting today" I leaned in and kissed him.

"See you when I get home?" He asked hopefully.

"Depends on how late I need to stay, but I'll try to be home before midnight, okay?" I told him.

"Alright" I pulled my head out of the car. I waved as Billy drove away. I walked with Ronnie into the building.

There was lady at the desk. I walked up to her. "Excuse me, miss?" She looked up at me with a smile. "Can you tell me which room Pink Floyd is in?"

"I'm sorry, miss, but there's a no girlfriend or wives allowed policy" The lady said as politely as she could.

"No, I'm Maggie Fox, the lead singer" I reached for Ronnie and pulled her beside me. "And my sister, Ronnie, is the band's official photographer"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss Fox" The lady apologized. She pointed to the direction. "Studio Three"

"Thank you" I said.

"Y'know, The Beatles record in this studio" Ronnie mentioned as we walked down the hall.

"Yes, I know that, Ronnie"

"Do you think we'll run into them?" She had such a fascination with The Beatles.

"I don't know" The two of us walked into the studio. David, Nick, and Rick were there, but I didn't see Roger or Syd yet. "Hey guys"

"Maggie!" They all greeted me.

"Wow, guys no love for me" Ronnie put her hand on her chest, pretending to sound hurt. "I'm so hurt you guys!"

Nick laughed at her. "Yes, it's good to see you too, Ronnie"

"Thank you, Nick" She smiled at him. "Alright, I gotta go put film in my camera so I'm gonna be over there" She pointed to a corner and made her way towards it.

I walked over to the boys who were all sitting together. "Where's Roger? He's usually the first one here" That was something I learned quickly over the few times I've been in the studio with them.

As if on cue, Roger walked through the doors. He locked eyes with me and he smiled. "Sunshine!"

"Hi, Rog" I greeted him. He came up beside me, draping his arm over my shoulder, and kissed my temple. Nick and Rick seemed to pay no attention to the fact that he did that, but David definitely did, and he eyed the two of us. "Where's Syd?"

Roger frowned. "He...didn't want to come today" It sounded like there was more to that, but now wasn't the time to ask. "But it's okay because we're just overdubbing with your vocals today"

"Okay" I nodded. The boys all went to do their own thing, and I was going to go over to my sister, when I was suddenly being pulled away. I giggled. "Roger, what are you doing?"

"You know the rules" He told me. "You have to stay with me"

"I wasn't aware that was a rule" I said.

"Well it is now" I sat on the couch while Roger grabbed his bass. "You remember the words for Set The Controls for Heart of The Sun, yeah?"

"I do" I nodded. I had only performed it with them a handful of times but I had become quite familiar with it. "It's a very beautiful song"

Roger smiled proudly, considering he was the one who wrote it. "I borrowed the lyrics from a book of Chinese poetry" I tilted my head and watched as he tuned his bass. My attention was on his fingers especially.

"How was your holiday with Judy?" I asked him.

"I actually had a very good time with her" He answered. "Though I won't lie and say I wasn't tempted to call you every night" He looked to me. "I sat by the phone every night, and I stared at it and I thought about calling you. I came close to it one night when I actually picked up the phone"

"But you didn't" I pointed out.

He smiled. "Well, I promised you I wouldn't. How's everything between you and Billy?"

"We haven't had an argument in two weeks" I said. "It was nice actually. We had a couple of good date nights. The only thing, was that he dragged me to his parents' New Years Party"

"Why did you go if they don't like you?" Roger asked.

"They may hate me, but at least I have the decency to put in an effort to try having a relationship with them. More than anything, I do it for Billy" His parents may have been complete cunts, but he still loved them in a way. Obviously, I could understand that. But still, it wouldn't kill him to stand up to them.

"Did they try parading around another woman?"

"Oh yes. Though, this one had the nerve to call them out once she realized Billy was married"

"How your own in-laws can't see how amazing of a woman you are is beyond me" Roger set his bass down and sat beside me. "I think my mum would like you" He leaned in close to my ear as he played with my hair. "I missed you so much when I was gone, darling"

I turned my head towards him. "Roger" My eyes met his. Those beautiful green eyes that made me melt.

He cupped my face. "You're beautiful" His thumb ran along my bottom lip. I knew what he wanted to do at this moment. He tried to kiss me. And as much as I wanted him to, I couldn't let him. At least not here. I pulled away. He sighed and his head fell against my shoulder. "Why?"

"We're in the studio right now" I reminded him. "With the chaps and my sister"

"Fine" He whined like a small child. "But when we're done today, I get you all to myself"

...

I was standing inside the booth. A pair of headphones sat atop my head. I was currently in the process of recording my vocals for Set the Controls for The Heart of The Sun. I saw the boys sitting and watching through the window. Ronnie was sitting in between Nick and David, holding her camera. There was also Norman Smith who was the producer.

"You ready then, Maggie?" I heard Norman ask me.

"I'm ready" I affirmed. Norman gave me a nod. He pressed a switch. The instrumental began to play. I placed both of my hands upon the headphones. My lips pressed against the microphone and I began to sing.

Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting

I was slightly cringing to myself. I never thought my voice was great. How Roger heard me singing and thought I would be perfect as lead vocals was beyond myself. The boys didn't think I was so bad though. They were watching me in awe. Roger especially looked like he was caught in a trance. My eyes caught his and I flashed him a smile.

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

~r.w~

When Maggie sang, it was hard not to fall under a spell. Her voice was so soft and seductive. I couldn't help but notice that she would make a displeased here and there. Did she not like the way she sang? Why? She had the best voice of anyone I ever heard. I think she's gonna go down in history as one of the greatest vocalists of all time.

"Her voice is lovely" David said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Now you know why I picked her" I said. I didn't look at David when I talked to him. I wouldn't dare take my eyes off Maggie. She wasn't wearing any makeup today, I noticed. Not that she needed to. Her beauty was all natural.

"And it's not just her voice" I heard David continue on. "I mean, just look at her"

"David, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you have a crush on my sister" Ronnie teased. David blushed, while Rick and Nick laughed, finding it amusing. I, however, didn't find it as such. I found myself agitated at the idea.

"Don't get any ideas, David" I warned in a raised tone. Everyone gave me a look. I quickly realized how that sounded. "Y'know, because she's married"

"Wow, we thought you forgot that" Nick said.

I looked at him. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"You very openly flirt with her" Nick started to list. "You follow her around like a lost little puppy, you're always staring at her, always bringing her up in conversation—"

"Alright! I get it"

Maggie was finished with the song and she was staring at us, waiting to hear our thoughts. "That was great, Maggie" Norman told her. He turned to look at us. "Boys?" We all gave a nod and a thumbs up to her. "How do you feel about it?"

Maggie chewed on her lip in thought. "Can we do another run through please?"

That's when I cut in to speak to her. "There's no need to. That was perfect, sunshine"

"I sounded like shit, Roger" She complained.

"No, you didn't" I argued. "You don't need to do another take. You were perfect"

"Roger, I'm doing another bloody take!" She snapped. Fuck, why did that sound so hot?

"Fine, we'll run through it again" I agreed with her. "Whenever you're ready then, sunshine"

...

Lunch time came around. We all made our way to the canteen to eat. I saw Maggie and Ronnie sitting across from each other. Maggie had laughed at something that Ronnie said. She turned her head and saw me then, then she waved me over.

I went over to them and sat beside Maggie. "You were great this morning, sunshine" I told her. "I don't see why you felt like you needed to do six run throughs"

Maggie shrugged. "I'm not gonna lie and tell you I like the way my voice sounds, because honestly, I don't"

"How can you say that?" I questioned her.

"You don't find it a little too...rough?"

"Your voice is lovely, darling" The others came to join us. David sat on the other side of Maggie, while Nick and Rick sat on either side of Ronnie. "Can you believe that Maggie does not like the sound of her singing voice?"

"Is that why you had us listen to six run throughs?" Rick asked her.

"Are you sure I didn't make your guys' ears bleed?" She asked. You could see just how self-conscious she was about her voice. I suppose that was something else we shared in common.

"I think you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, love" David told her.

Maggie looked at him, and blushed. "You mean that?"

He smiled at her. "I do" I didn't miss that way that he touched her arm. My eye twitched in irritation.

"Maggie!" Norman called out for her. "You have a call from Billy waiting!"

"If you'll excuse me" Maggie said to all of us. She left to go take that call from her husband. Ugh, there was the sour taste in my mouth again. It only seemed to come whenever Billy was mentioned or he was nearby.

"Are you and Sandy still staying with Maggie and Billy?" I heard Nick converse with Ronnie. Though, I wasn't paying attention. What was Billy calling Maggie for? He knew she was busy. He shouldn't be distracting her.

"We are, but we've been looking at some places" Ronnie explained. "Honestly, while Maggie loves having us with her, I think Billy is getting a little sick and tired of us"

"Do they argue a lot?" David asked.

"It's becoming a common occurrence" Ronnie admitted. "Billy's the one who always starts it. He always makes it up to her, though. He'll bring her flowers, buy her clothes and jewelry, and take her out on dates"

"You seem troubled by something" Rick observed.

Ronnie sighed, running her hands through her hair. "Look, what I'm about to tell you, please don't repeat it to Maggie"

"We promise" Nick said.

"Their marriage isn't what it used to be. Sure, they still love each other, but the effort isn't there. Maggie tries to put in the effort, but nowadays, the only time there are romantic gestures and dates is when Billy does something wrong"

Is that why Maggie was so quick to jump into this situation with me? Was she not getting the attention she deserved from her husband? If that was the case, was I bothered by it? No, not really. I was happy to give her the attention that she craved.

"What about their sex life?" I blurted without really thinking.

Ronnie's eyebrows raised. "Why do you wanna know so much, Rog?"

I shrugged. "You laid it out on the table"

"Well, I couldn't tell you if I wanted to. Maggie doesn't talk about it, but why should she. It's none of my business how often those two fuck each other" Maggie came back just as Ronnie finished her sentence. The conversation was dropped quickly. "What did Billy want, pup?" Ronnie asked her.

"Just wanted to know how everything was going and when I'd be home" She said. "He had this meeting today and apparently..."

I drowned out the talk about what Billy does for work. I couldn't care about him. I was just watching Maggie talk. Watched as her luscious lips moved. I could just lean over and kiss her right now.

~m.r~

The afternoon was spent with Rick overdubbing the organ. For once today, I wasn't glued to Roger's side. He was too busy with Rick, giving him instructions here and there. Nick and Ronnie were stuck in conversation while she would snap an occasional photo. I just sat on a couch, observing everything.

I felt a presence sit beside me. "Mind if I join you?" David asked me.

I smiled and shook my head. "You're already sitting with me"

David laughed. "I suppose I am. So, Roger dragged you into this, huh?"

"He did" I nodded. "But, I haven't regretted it yet. I've never really had much of an interest in music, to be honest"

"Yet, here you are"

"Only as a vocalist. I don't know how to play any instruments really"

"You do have a beautiful voice, y'know. Don't ever doubt it" David tilted his head and smiled at me. "Goes well with your pretty face"

I blushed and looked down, playing with the hem of my dress. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Not currently" He answered.

"Well I'm sure that you'll have no trouble finding one" I noticed the way his eyes looked me up and down. "What?"

"There's just something about you, Maggie Robinson. If you weren't married, I think I'd make you my girlfriend"

I smiled and playfully hit him on the arm. "How about we settle for friends?"

"I'll make that sacrifice" He winked, which in turn made me laugh. Roger must have heard me because he looked our way. From here, I could see his eyes shift between us and then he frowned.

David and I continued to talk. Roger eventually finished up with Rick, and then he came over to us. "What are you two talking about?" He asked. He put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed the bare skin on the spot between my shoulder and neck with his thumb.

I looked up at Roger. His eyes weren't on me, but rather on David. "We're just getting to know each other" David kept his eyes and smile on me. "I think I'd even call us friends now"

Roger smiled, but only slightly. "That's great" He mustered. "Really good to see you two getting along" His hand released my shoulder. "Suppose I'll just leave you both to it, then" He said with slight irritation before going back over to Rick.

"What's with him?" David asked.

I shrugged. "I have no clue" Well, actually, if I could take a wild guess, I would say that Roger is a bit jealous.

...

We had stayed pretty late at the studio. We were all getting ready to go home. I was waiting for Ronnie to pack up her camera and everything. Roger came up beside me. "You wanna go for a late night drive, sunshine?" He asked me.

"I have to be getting home. Billy is expecting me" I said.

"Tell him that you had to stay late" Roger said. He wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me against him.

I thought it over. "Fine, but only for an hour, okay?"

He pushed my hair out of the way and softly kissed the back of my neck. "How about two?" His hand moved up and he groped my breast through my dress. "Fuck, no bra?" He rasped against me. "I knew it, you naughty minx"

"Roger, not here" The boys were still somewhere in the studio and Ronnie was only a foot away with her back turned to us.

She had turned around and Roger let me go before she could see us in that position. "You ready then, Maggie?" Ronnie asked, oblivious to me and Roger.

"Actually, I'm staying with Roger for a bit" I explained to her.

She raised her eyebrows and looked between us. "Oh?"

"I have some important things I need to discuss with Maggie" Roger covered.

"Alright. I suppose I can ask Nick for a ride then" Ronnie said like it was no big deal. "See you when you get home then?"

"Yep" I said. She hugged me before heading off to find Nick. Once she was out of sight, Roger grabbed my hand. Before I knew it, he was whisking me away.

...

I don't know where Roger was taking us, but I trusted him completely. His face was illuminated by the moonlight that would peek through the trees we would pass by. God, he was beautiful. He noticed me staring at him through his peripheral vision. He smirked. "You're staring at me, darling"

I smiled. "It's hard not to. Anyways, where are we going?""Somewhere no one will disturb us" He answered.

"Won't Judy be wondering where you are?"

Roger shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time I'm coming home late" He reached over and caressed my my face. "Don't worry, darling. She expects it from me now" He retracted his hand and put it back on the steering wheel. We continued to drive in silence.

He drove us a little past the city limits until we came to what looked like some sort of park area. Roger parked the car and then he got out. He walked round to my side, opened my door and offered me his hand. I took it and he helped me out of the car. We both leaned against the hood. It was nice and quiet here. No other people were around which gave us the privacy we craved. "It's nice out here" I said.

Roger smiled. "I knew there wouldn't be anyone out here. I come out here to think sometimes"

"Where was Syd today?"

His smile fell to a frown. "He's getting worse and worse, Maggie. And then he adds acid into the mix—"

My eyes widened. "Did you just say acid?"

"He was freaking the fuck out when I saw him today. I couldn't even talk to him. He was acting all paranoid, spewing nonsense. I... I couldn't even look at him" I know he felt bad about it because there was nothing he could do to help him.

"Roger" I moved to stand in front of him. "I'm sorry you had to see him like that, and I know that you do everything in your power to try and help him, but sometimes, people just can't be helped. No matter how hard you try" I knew that Roger made many attempts to try and get Syd help, but Syd was stubborn not to go through.

"I'm losing him, Maggie" His voice broke. I saw tears streaking his face. I reached up to wipe them away. "I've already lost my dad" Roger seemed so vulnerable at this moment. Why did I get the feeling that nobody but me has seen this side of him? "And now I'm losing my best friend" His arms wrapped around me. He held onto me like he was afraid to let go. He tilted his head down to bury his face into my shoulder. "What if I lose the band one day?" He gripped my dress, crinkling the fabric in his palms. "What if I lose you?" He said that last part so quietly.

"You won't lose the band, Roger" I assured him. "And you won't lose me. You'll have me as your friend forever"

Roger put his forehead to mine. "You promise?"

"I promise"

He licked his lips and started lifting up my dress. I felt the cool air hit my thighs as my bare skin exposed. The coolness, along with the warmth that emitted from his hands as he groped my thighs sent a rush through me. "I wanna make you cum" He brushed his lips against mine. "Wanna fuck you with my fingers" He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my panties and he pulled them down until they came to my knees. He grabbed my waist, turning me around and pressing himself against my back. He lifted up my dress again and I spread my legs. "Tell me, darling" His was voice was low and raspy. "Do you want to cum on my fingers?"

"Yes, Roger" I whined, leaning my head back against his shoulder. He took that as an opportunity to start kissing me. His fingers brushed through my patch of hair. He was just about to touch me, but I stopped him. "Wait, roll up your sleeves"

He didn't question my request. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing forearms to me. I smirked as I ran my palms along his arms, feeling every muscle and vein. I wanted to watch his arms as he worked my cunt. "Okay, you may continue" I told him.

He put his hands back in place. One on my pussy, and the other holding up my dress. He flicked at my clit which sent a jolt of pleasure through me. My head tilted back as I let out my moan. Roger started rubbing at my clit.

"You're so fucking wet, baby" He spoke in my ear. "I bet I could just slip my cock in right now. But I'm not going to fuck you just yet, darling. The first time we fuck, I want it to be in a bed"

After giving my clit attention for a few minutes, he began prodding at my entrance with his finger. "I'm gonna put my finger in, okay?" He warned me. I nodded, urging him to continue. Slowly, he pushed his finger inside me. Oh fuck, it felt so good. "Shit, you're tight" He praised. He started pumping me full of pleasure. I looked down so I could watch his arm and his hand. The way his veins protruded so proudly was such a turn on for me. Before I knew it, Roger was pushing in another finger, which only added to my pleasure.

"Yes! That feels so good!" He really knew what he was doing. Must be because he's a bass player. His fingers curled inside me, hitting just the right spot, which made my eyes roll back. "Oh, fuck!" My voice cracked.

"Cum on my fingers" He began coaxing. "I want to feel you squeezing my fingers. I want to feel you coating them with your cum" His placed his lips upon my neck. I let out moan after moan, each one getting louder than the last. "Cum"

It was as if it were on command. I was reaching to grab his hair and screaming Roger's name to the skies above. My pussy was gripping onto his fingers like a vice. He continued to work me through my orgasm. Once I settled from my euphoric high, he pulled his fingers out of me. I pulled my panties back up and fixed my dress. I turned around, to see Roger bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He looked me straight in the eye as his lips wrapped around his fingers and he sucked them clean. "You taste so divine, darling"

He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me into a hot kiss. My wetness along with the lingering taste of cigarettes on his lips was a heavenly taste. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, sharing more of my taste with me. We pulled away, still connected by a thread of our combined saliva. Roger put his hand on my cheek. "Do I have to take you home?"

I smiled sadly. "I have a husband who's waiting for me. And you have to get home to Judy"

"Right" He said. "But, let's stay for just a few more minutes, yeah?" He reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. "I'm not ready to let you go just yet"

...

It was nearly three in the morning when Roger took me home. We had only meant to stay out for a few more minutes but that turned into a few more hours. It was so easy to lose track of time with him. I could just talk with him for hours and hours. He walked me into the building and up to my flat "Alright. This is me" I said solemnly. I wasn't ready for him to leave me yet. But, we both had someone waiting for us. Before I knew it, he had me pressed up against the door, kissing me passionately. This felt so good. I didn't want him to stop. But it wasn't the right time or place. "Roger" I managed to get him to stop. "We shouldn't be doing this out here" I whispered so I could make sure that no one could hear us.

"It's okay, sunshine" Roger said. "No one is gonna see us" He started kissing me again. We stayed like this for a few more minutes, until we finally both came to our senses and realized we had to part ways. "Okay, you really do need to go now"

"As long as I get to see you again" He said.

I giggled. "Roger, we're in the studio again today. So that means, you need to head home and get some sleep, okay?"

He gave me a smile. "I'll pick you up around ten, okay?" He started making his way to the hallway's exit. But he stopped. "Wait, Maggie" He called out. I looked over at him. He looked at me, like he really needed to tell me something. His mouth opened, but no words came out. "I..." He paused. He tried again but he couldn't say what he wanted to. Instead, he sighed. "Never mind. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay" I nodded. Roger disappeared out of my sight and I opened the door, stepping into my flat. It was dark with the only light coming from the moon shining in throwing the open window. Ronnie and Sandy were both fast asleep in their corner.

I made my way to the bedroom, careful not to wake either of them up. I opened the door to find Billy still wide awake, sitting on the mattress, leaning against the wall. "Where the hell were you?" He asked, meeting my eyes.

"I was at the studio" I answered.

"Till bloody two o'clock in the morning?" He was not happy with me. "You said you would be home before midnight!"

I rolled my eyes. "I said I would try to be home before midnight"

He got up and walked over to me. I didn't look him in the eye as he continued to yell at me. "I don't get how a bloody album could be so much more important than me! I am sacrificing my schedule here so I can spend more time with you, like you wanted"

"This album is important to me, okay!" I snapped back. "This is my first one with the boys. When people buy it, they will be hearing my voice. Excuse me if I want to put a little effort into it"

"Was anyone else with you?" He demanded to know. Of course, he was going there. I scoffed. "Just answer me, Maggie!"

"If you must know, Roger—"

Billy cut me off when he started laughing. "Of course! Of course it was Roger!"

"What is your problem with Roger?"

"My problem is that he wants to fuck my wife!" Billy looked me straight in the eyes, his own filled with hate and distrust. "You want to fuck him too, don't you?"

"No" I said.

"Lying bitch!" He struck me across the face. He had done it with such great force that he managed to knock me to the floor. I could only look at him, feeling stunned. Unlike the first time he slapped me, he didn't have a look of guilt. He wasn't showing any emotion whatsoever. Just a cold stare. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight"

I managed to pull myself up off the floor. I was shaking a bit as I made my way out of the bedroom. I wasn't going fast enough for Billy's liking so he ended up pushing me out of the bedroom, and I smacked against the wall. He slammed the door closed. I went into the living room. Ronnie and Sandy woke up and they stared at me.

"Is everything okay?" Ronnie asked first.

"We heard shouting and then this loud snapping noise" Sandy added.

"Y-yeah. Billy and I just decided that I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight" I said.

Sandy got up. "Let's get you a pillow and a blanket then" She went to go grab them, then came back to hand them over to me. "Here you go. Wait, what happened?" Great, she noticed my cheek. She gently grabbed my jaw and turned my face so she could get a better look. "Your cheek is all red"

Ronnie got up and came over to look. "It looks like a handprint" She froze when she realized. "Did Billy hit you?" I didn't answer. "He's never laid a hand on you before"

"It was my fault, okay?" I said. "I should've come home earlier. I shouldn't have argued with him"

"If he hit you, that's his fault. Not yours" Ronnie sternly told me. "Please, we're already going through this with mum. I don't need to see my sister going through this as well"

I forced a smile, wincing a bit because of the burning on my cheek. I wouldn't end up like mum though. She was in an abusive marriage. I wasn't. Steve clearly doesn't love her, but Billy loves me. This wasn't going to happen again. He probably just had a bad day at work, and he was looking forward to seeing me.

I wished Roger was with me right now. I wanted him to hold me and tell me things would be alright. I found a really good friend in him. I felt safe when I was with him. I felt like I could depend on him. I felt like I was complete when I was with him. God, all those things made it sound like I was in love with him. But I wasn't. At least, I don't think I was.

The phone began to ring. We all gave each other confused looks. Who could be calling this late. Ronnie went over to the phone and answered it. "Hello?" She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked to me. "Maggie, it's Roger"

I rushed over the take the phone from my sister. I put it up to my ear. "Roger! I'm glad you called"

~r.w~

Maggie was still heavily on my mind when I made it home. I didn't want to leave her. I just wanted to stay with her. Perhaps forever. At this point, it wasn't even just a physical attraction to her anymore. I felt something deep and emotional whenever I'm with her. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Judy, still wide awake sitting on the couch. She saw me and looked rather cross.

"Where were you, Roger?" She asked me.

"At the studio" I told her.

"This late?" Judy questioned. She got up from the couch and walked over to me. "I understand that this album is important to you, but I'm your girlfriend" She grabbed my arm. "Aren't I important to you?"

"Of course you are, Jude"

"Then you have to start proving it to me" She put her head against my chest. "Spend more time with me"

I rolled my eyes. "Didn't we just go on vacation?"

She scoffed, pulling her head back. "You know what I mean, Roger"

"Fine, fine. You're right" I was only agreeing with her so we wouldn't get into it tonight. I thought I spent plenty of time with her already. I mean, we did live together. "I'll make more time for you"

She smiled. "You promise?"

I returned the smile. "I promise" She leaned in to give me a kiss, but I pulled myself away. "I'm too tired, alright?"

"Oh" She sounded disappointed. "You coming to bed then?"

"I'll be there shortly" Judy made her way into the bedroom. I went to the kitchen, grabbing a cigarette on the way. I lit it and leaned against the counter. I closed my eyes and I fell into my thoughts.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. Her name echoed in my mind. Her image projected into my consciousness. It felt so right being with her. She's the only one who really understands me. And truly, I'm the only one who could really get her. Our lives had been so similar. Was it such a coincidence I walked into the club one day and saw her singing? Or was it fate?

Fuck, I think I may be in love with her. It definitely wasn't just a physical attraction for me anymore. There was emotional attraction to it as well. She probably doesn't even see me the same way. She just sees me as a fling. Someone to take care her needs while she's away from her husband. We'll probably fuck once and then she'll call it quits. That's part of the reason I didn't want to rush into sex with her. I don't want her to leave me yet.

I sighed, taking a long drag of my cigarette while my hand ran through my hair. I looked at the phone on the wall. I was tempted to call her. I wanted to just talk with her all night if I could. Before I knew it, I was picking up the phone and dialing her number.

Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea. It's really late, she's probably asleep, and... "Hello?" I recognized Ronnie's voice.

"Hi, Ronnie. I know it's late and I just saw her but is Maggie there?"

For a moment, I was sure Ronnie had hung up the phone as I didn't get an answer. But a new voice came onto the phone. "Roger!" Maggie. "I'm glad you called!"

"I know I just dropped you off, but I—" I started to explain myself but she stopped me.

"No, no. It's alright. I need your friendly voice right now"

I frowned. Did something happen to my beautiful sunshine? "What happened? You know you can tell me"

I know you can't hear a smile, but I could hear hers. "I know, sweetheart" I loved when she called me that. I listened to her as she told me about how her and Billy got into another argument. Then when she got that off her chest, we chatted about other things.

We ended up talking on the phone all night. Neither one of us wanted to hang up. I did end up falling asleep with the phone still in hand. I think she ended up falling asleep too because I could hear her soft snores. I didn't know how I was going to explain to Judy how I hadn't come to bed last night because I talked on the phone instead. But I didn't really care. Talking to Maggie was and always will be worth it.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

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hotdamnmadison · 2 years ago

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How NOT To Get The Girl

I know, I know. I said I would wait to dive back in until tomorrow. But I'm being overpowered by 1.) an overwhelming bout of horniness and 2.) the overwhelming desire to do something artistic. What can I say - the trip up North must've inspired me to put on my writing cap (and a pair of panties) and get back to work.

I wish that this post was as peppy as that introduction. But honestly it's going to go pretty far downhill from here. Don't worry - I'm not going anywhere!

I'm posting this because...

A. If you're reading this and you fit the description of the following people - you should probably navigate off my page - because I'm not interested.

B. I want to see what you (the internet) have to say about these people and if their non-unique style of... well we will call it "pick up lines" or "DM first impressions" - can ACTUALLY ever get them laid.

I should include email addresses. I should include user names. I should include every possible detail that I can... But I am above that. And honestly, exposing these people may just cause more harm than good for me in the long run.

At this point, I find the following laughable. And I've had a great weekend and a nice evening (may have been a little naughty with a toy earlier lol.) So yeah - I'm in a good mood, and I won't let some desperate, pathetically horny man ruin that....

I'm rambling. Here is the shit I am talking about... (NOTE: the following messages are REAL - the email addresses have been replaced by your truly. Don't attempt to email these addresses lol.)

You really have to love when a man has a way with words <3

Or how about this one...

Or maybe this one is the best! (so tempted to put his real email lol.)

Pathetic aren't they? Do you want to know what is even more pathetic? I have hundreds, if not thousands of these sitting in my inbox. I could block them - but it's fun to watch them try. These inquiries (as romantic as they are) are obviously the product of entitlement followed by rejection. And it isn't just rejection from a gender fluid bomb shell like myself. It's rejection from CIS women, trans women, and basically anything they feel entitled to sticking their dicks into.

What's even funnier - I haven't even rejected these fools - they're just automatically out for blood because they've already botched MULTIPLE attempts at talking people of the opposite gender.

But hey - these guys are "alpha males" 😏

Truly laughable... How about a little context though, eh?

Back when I first started my journey into cross dressing, long before I knew about my fluidity, I was eager to meet like minded people. I don't remember where or when - but I was introduced to Double List. Now I've had some great experiences that came directly from my DL ads - so I can't bash the site and write it completely off as being toxic and borderline useless. But for every okay experience that I had while posting personal ads (think craigslist) I had about 100 plus TERRIBLE dead end conversations to show for it.

i.e. the examples above lol.

It's crazy. How something such as sexual frustration can lead to such hurtful words and sentences. That last one for example - was any of that necessary? No. But because this "alpha" keeps falling short in the pussy department - he decides to take it out on someone who didn't do anything to him directly.

I have had to constantly cover my face and other body parts to get by or "pass". It's not ideal, and I've talked a bit about that in my earlier posts as well. Unfortunately, that is the nature of my situation - and it will remain that way until further notice. So rather than lead people astray with things like photoshop and Face App - both of which I have used VERY early in my journey (see the next pic) - I decided to be upfront with my ads and let potential suitors know what they'd be getting into.

Here is what I determined...

Men can't fucking read (some guys can... but most... nope)

Men don't WANT to read

Some men that read can't comprehend what they're reading

The men who successfully read an entire ad don't give a shit about what you (or in this case me) want.

Check this out....

Here are two guys who "successfully" read one of my advertisements (I use successfully very lightly here.) They can tell that they aren't what I am looking for - and so that means that what I want is WRONG. How sad is that? I don't tell them that their desires, ads, etc. are invalid... So why are mine? The best part is the amount of time that these people are spending to harass me (and many like me.)

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This isn't a pity party. And I'm not looking for sympathy. Quite the opposite actually. I am trying to help you. Yes you! The one guy who does the same shit up above who also somehow read this far (gold star sticker for you!)

Look, this type of behavior isn't going to get you anywhere. Even the people who love dominance still want to be heard. They still want to know you read the post, the ad, the listing, etc. It shows you give a shit about safety, safe words, what TO do and what NOT to do. The world of kinks and BDSM revolves around trust. And when you do the things that these guys do - you're proving that you're a loose cannon, and that you're a high risk individual to partner with.

I actually APPRECIATE when men send these emails. Because I add their email address to a spread sheet and I make a mental note that this person is UNPREDICTABLE and more importantly - unsafe.

I'm sure as my journey continues I will have many more entries that revolve around this same topic - so lets consider this "How NOT To Get The Girl Pt. 1"... And please, try not to make it into my next batch of screen shots ;) I may "forget" to blur the names

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

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My apologies for coming back with such a negative post. I should've started with something a little more soft and positive after returning from the trip. I swear - tomorrow I will get back to the peppy sexy content ;)

Sleep Well Everyone!

#gender fluid #cute crossdreser #dating nightmare #crossdressgirls #cross dressing #my writing

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years ago

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Whoever Broke Your Heart

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating. Guy who doesn't understand the word "no". Teeny Tiny bit of Swearing.

Opening a Joke Shop was the best idea Fred and George ever had. It's what they were meant to do. What made them happier than one would think possible. At least that's what George had been trying to convince himself for the past few hours.

To tell the truth, this past week had been the most stressful so far, and they worked through the beginning of a war!

But now that that was over and Diagon Alley, like everywhere, was beginning to return to the new normal, the Twins had been flat out. Kids were preparing for the school year and in addition to their shop being near capacity every single day, mail orders were through the roof. It'd been like this for the past 3 weeks, but this week...This week could not possibly get any worse!

Between the eight new complaints from angry family members after falling victim to one of their products. To the three ruined displays after a customer 'accidentally' set off one of the boys 'Crazy Creatures' feature Fireworks which sparked a Lion to pounce throughout the store, until the Twins got it under control, it had managed to take out it's fair share of shelving and they had to close the store for a little over an hour to clean up. On the brightside they sold twelve of those that day after everyone saw it in action. Now, however, there weren't enough fireworks in the store to distract George from the mountain of paper work he'd been ignoring. Or from the fact he still couldn't get his latest invention to cooperate. He has completely HAD IT. In his opinion this week can well and truly go and get fuc-

"OI GEORGE! You're not still working in there are you!?" Fred called as he made his way to his brothers room.

Sure enough, there his Twin was. Slumped uncomfortably in his desk chair working reluctantly on the paperwork he'd neglected. With his head propped up by his palm he didn't even acknowledge his brothers entrance.

"For Merlin's sake, George. The stores closed mate, give yourself a break for a minute won't you?" Fred walked over to glance at the work spread haphazardly over the desk top.

"Later. I'm nearly done." George murmured.

"Bollocks you are." Fred replied lifting several order sheets from the pile to read through them. "You've been working non-stop lately, just let it slip for tonight, mate."

"I can't Fred!" He snapped in frustration. "We're so far behind it's ridiculous. I can't let it go because it needs to be done before open tomorrow!"

"We're not open tomorrow, George! It's Sunday!"

"What?" He looked up confusedly at his calender on the wall. "It's the 31st?"

"No." Fred dropped the papers in his hands and flipped the page of the calender, picking up a red marker which he used to circle the date. "It's the 5th, you numpty."

George threw his Quill onto the desk and pushed himself back into his chair, rubbing his eyes in frustration before running them through his hair with a groan. He had a whole day to get this done tomorrow. But here he was rushing through it like last minute revision before an exam because he can't keep track of what day it is. He relaxed at the thought of more time. Fred patted his shoulder with a slight chuckle, noticing much of the tension he'd been harbouring melt away.

"Worried for nothing" he joked. George looked up at him with a glare. Freds face dropped slightly, seeing the bloodshot whites of his Twins eyes and the dark circles beneath them. "Bloody hell...you really need a night out of here."

George stood to stretch his aching back and sighed satisfactorily as it cracked in several places. "Yeah. Maybe I do" he spoke honestly.

"Tell ya what, Georgie. I was gonna continue work on that Dragons Breath Candy of yours tonight anyway so" he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a bunch of coins counting quickly, "here's twenty galleons. Get out."

George tilted his head in question.

"Go eat, or drink, whatever. Just get out."

George wasn't feeling particularly energetic for a night out and opened his mouth to protest, but Fred was having none of it.

"UH! No. Take a shower, cause you reek. Then leave and I don't won't you back till you're truly hammered. Hear me?"

His brother smiled half-heartedly and sent up a mock salute with a playfully stern expression.

Feeling far more refreshed than he had 20 minutes ago thanks to a good hot shower, George readdied himself to leave, grabbing his keys then quickly apparating to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. True, it wasn't a particularly long walk but honestly...he just couldn't be bothered.

The Pub was decently full but given the fact it was barely past eight on a Saturday night, one would actually consider it quite empty.

Shuffling past the groups of people drinking and talking throughout the room he quickly made his way to the bar. He stood to the right of what appeared to be a couple, leaning his body against the counter as he ordered a Fire Whiskey. He pulled a vacant stool toward himself to sit down as he paid for his drink. He simply sat, contently sipping his beverage, listening to the music as he felt himself relax considerably finally having time away from the stress of work. A few minutes passed before something to his left caught his attention. The couple he'd sat next to, or rather what he now gathered was an uncomfortable woman and some insufferable git who clearly didn't understand the word 'no'.

He was relentless in trying to persuade the woman to join him for a dance...then a drink...then how bout a date...then a-OKAY! George had heard enough.

"Oi, mate." He shouted slightly to be heard over the noise of the room, he tapped the man's shoulder to make it clear he was the one he was talking to. He turned slowly with a sour look of disgust at the interruption. "Give it a rest won't you? She's clearly not interested."

The girl shifted slightly in her chair, distancing herself from the man who refused to leave her alone. She clutched her drink within her hands tightly, trying to appear invisible one would assume.

"You with her are you?" The man spoke as he turned his body to face George, eyeing him with a rude expression.

"No."

"Then sod off. You're not one to know what she wants."

"Given the 8 times she's told you 'no' in the past 5 minutes I'd say I know exactly what she wants. For you to leave her alone."

The girl couldn't help but smile slightly at the redheads boldness of words. The man on the other hand was quickly becoming agitated. He straightened himself and took a menacing step forward, nostrils flaring. George didn't budge. Unphased by the man's movements, he simply sipped his drink with a deadpan expression.

"You tryna spark a problem, buddy?"

"Merely attempting to resolve one." George spoke smoothly.

"I don't see one here needing your help." He hissed.

"That'd be because you're it. So unless you'd like me to conjure you a mirror I'm afraid you'll remain quite blind." He took another sip of his drink. "The girls not interested. Leave her alone."

"Oh she looks plenty interested to me" the angry man spoke "just playing hard to get" he smirked stepping back a pace and wrapping his arm around the woman's side. George noticed her cringe at the contact moving away from him in her seat.

George placed his drink on the counter and stood slowly. His movements making the man drop his arm and puff his chest to appear bigger than he was. Stares never leaving one another as the redhead turned his body to face the arrogant man, looking down on him as if he were something unpleasant stuck to his shoe. Towering in comparison, a good head taller than he was caused a flash of unease to spead across the face of the offender. Evidently he had not realised the full size of the man infront of him while he was seated.

"Leave." George spoke in a deep and threatening voice. Eyes like daggers peircing all confidence the man before him previously held.

In an attempt to gain some composure and try not appear to be fleeing the git scoffed. Throwing a lame insult at the two of them before grabbing his drink and sulking away into the small crowd. George stood in place like a statue until the man had disappeared from sight completely. Posture and expression immediately softening as he turned back to the woman by the bar "are you alright?".

"Fine. Thank you." She spoke swiftly. Not turning to face him clearly wanting to be left alone as her body was still stiff and rigid. George looked at her unsure of what to say. "Do you need anything?".

"No. I'm fine. And I'd appreciate being left alone." She snapped turning her head ever slightly toward him as she did so. He tried to not take it personally as he noted the emotion held in her eyes and the slight tremble in her lips. The way she sat as if trying to restrain herself from something. Her drink, obviously bought long ago as the ice had all melted and the condensation had formed a large ring around the base of her glass. She'd probably been here long before that tosser showed up.

George sat, facing back to his glass not wanting to disturb her any further. She was beautiful he thought, and had the circumstances been different he probably would have been tempted to buy her a drink. But he knew now definitely wasn't the time, even if he just couldn't shake the feeling he needed to say something.

He eyed her curiously and cautiously, not wanting to appear as another weirdo incapable of understanding boundaries. Watching her stare sorrowfully at a Golden Diamond ring she fiddled with in her hands, a tear slipping down her cheek. It all made sense now. He raised his drink slowly to his lips, looking forward.

"Whoever broke your heart, must have been crazy."

She turned to him instantly, a very confused expression on her face as she watched him toss his head back to finish his drink. He signalled to the bartender for another before turning his head to look at her.

Mouth agape slightly as she furrowed her brows at him. He couldn't help the smile that came at her reaction, he nodded toward the ring in her hands.

"Engagement ring, is it not?" He reached for his new drink without taking his eyes off her. She stared at it for a moment before answering solemnly. "It was."

She bit her lip while turning the ring over on her finger tips, as if unsure whether or not to continue. George reminded silent, not wanting to force anything from her she wasn't comfortable with. "I caught him cheating little over a week ago."

"He's a git." He said abruptly taking a mouthful of whiskey. The girl laughed at this turning to look at him.

"You sound so sure."

"I'm certain."

"You don't even know his name"

"No, but I've got a couple for him."

She laughed loudly this time, having to look away from him to compose herself. George could have listened to that laugh all night, he was suddenly very thankful for Fred all but pushing him out of the flat earlier.

When she turned back to face him her cheeks were burning pink and she'd bit her lip slightly. He was taken by her completely. Which is stupid, he thought, because he doesn't even know her name. Shit. He doesn't know her name!

"I'm George, by the way" he reached his arm out to her.

"[Y/N]" she smiled taking his hand.

"Can I buy you a fresh drink?" He nodded toward the warm, flat beverage sat infront of her.

Hesitating slightly she stared into his eyes before nodding with a sincere smile.

They spoke for ages about Everything. Nothing. Hell anything that came up. He couldn't work out how someone could possibly have said goodbye to a girl like her. Nobody in their right mind could. He was smitten, with all of her. The way she smiled. Her laugh. They way she bit her lip when she tried not to blush. The way she played with her hair. He was oblivious to everything in that pub except her. As she was with him.

That was until the distinct sound of her favourite song peirced her ears. She hadn't taken her eyes off him for more than a second since he bought her that first drink, and there'd been a lot since then. Suddenly she was looking over at the band in the corner, smiling.

"I love this song"

He didn't know why the idea came to him, probably from the overwhelming urge to touch her he's been resisting for so long. To hold her. Kiss her. Guess this works as well...

He stood, finishing his drink in a single gulp and held his hand out for her. "Come on."

"What?"

"We're going to dance" he grinned at her.

"Oh, no. I am a terrible dancer!"

"Same, love. No excuses." He winked at her taking her hand and pulled her up.

"One second" she pulled back a step but kept her hand in his. She turned to grab her mostly full drink, chugging it and placing the empty glass back against the rest, before turning her attention back to him.

George let out a haughty laugh at the action. Her grip on his tightened as she glared playfully at him, then taking the lead walked out onto the dance floor where he twirled her around and they danced next to one another not caring about how silly their moves must have looked as neither cared they couldn't dance.

They stayed out there the rest of the night, until the band announced their last songs were coming up. Slow songs. All couples on the floor began to move together. [Y/N] glanced around nervously before her eyes trailed back up to him, he was smiling down to her. Hand outstretched. She took it willingly and he pulled her into him where he began to sway.

"And you said you couldn't dance" she joked as she noticed he'd clearly done this before. He shrugged. "May have learned a move or two at school".

As the music went on the two of them only got closer, his arms wrapped around her as she lay against his chest. George let his chin gently rest on the top of her head, eyes closed enjoying the moment. It was perfect. Until, he felt a notable sigh leave her chest. Not at all content. It was sharp and she was obviously thinking about something she rather wouldn't be. He pulled back slightly to look down at her.

"Hey...what's up?"

"Sorry." She spoke to his chest "I didn't mean t-I just..." stumbling over her words she mentally kicked herself for ruining the moment. Taking a step back as she shook her head, she let go of him. George felt cold without her. "It's not you. I just-"

"You were thinking about him."

[Y/N] looked up at him with sad, apologetic eyes.

"It's okay, [Y/N/N]" he closed the space between them and ran his hand down her shoulders to her elbows. "I understand."

"It's just...all this...the slow dancing, the feelings I have right now..."she stopped herself, staring down at her shoes.

"Hey," he moved to cup her face in his hands. Bringing her face back up to look at him. His brows were furrowed and he had such a sincere look on his face [Y/N] could have melted right there. How could someone she only just met hold so much more love in his eyes toward her than her ex-fiancè ever did? "I like you." She spoke before he could. Georges eyes widened at the words, a smile began to creep on his face. Her hands came to rest on his arms as his hands fell to hold below her jaw. "I just...I don't know how you can be looking at me like that. When you barely know me, but then I was with-" "the git." She laughed at his interruption but still dropped her head to stare at the floor sadly "When I was with, the git, for 3 years and he never..."

"Listen to me." George ducked himself, as his finger tilted her chin up to look at him, "You deserve so much better than him. I don't have a clue how a prat like him managed to wrangle a winner like you but..." his eyes were flicking frantically between hers, desperate for the right words, "whoever couldn't see the girl that I see right now wasn't looking at you, love. If I know one thing is true...if you let me, if you give me the chance. I'll never be like whoever broke your heart."

Tears were forming in her eyes. Biting her lip as a smile began to form. She nodded slowly. Then quickly as she threw an arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him into a kiss, followed swiftly by the other. His hands fell to her waist. They felt perfect together. [Y/N] couldn't believe she'd nearly married some cheating git, when there was a man like this out there. A man so full of love, and compassion and pure joy he could light a dark room with nothing but his smile.

As the song that was playing slowly faded to an end the two finally parted lips, smiles so giddy they felt like Second Years again. She fell back into his chest as her arms came down to wrap around him, eyes closed listening to the sound of his heart beat and breathing as the bands last song began to play.

"I kinda wanna thank him." George spoke. She looked up at him, mouth slightly agape, brows furrowed, utterly confused. He couldnt help but chuckle at the look she was giving him. "Well, if he didn't do what he did, you'd never have ended up here in my arms." He smirked causing [Y/N] to roll her eyes before pulling herself back into him. "That's so cheesey" he felt her laughter quiver through his chest. He kissed the top of her head. "Get used to it"

#my 2nd ever fanfic 🥳🥳🥳🥳#harry potter fanfiction #fred and goerge weasley #george weasley x reader #George weasley #george weasley imagine #George weasley/reader #george weasley fluff #whoever broke your heart murphy elmore #murphy elmore #music inspired fanfic #fred weasley x reader

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catcze · 4 years ago

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*the letter arrived today attached to a small box. Within the box you found a large fleece blanket, dark purple in color with a rose insignia emblazened in a violet hue into the center, and smelling faintly of lavender, a scent your mind immediately associated with Lisa*

Darling I'm sorry for the delay in my response, I've just been so busy lately! I've had half a dozen books go missing in the last 2 days, and rounding them up has been a nightmare.. And to top it off, apparently Klee, bless her heart, one of her treasures caused a small shockwave within the Knights' headquarters, knocking an entire bookshelf over. Jean forced her to help clean it up as repentance, but it still took the three of us a few hours I've hardly had any "me" time today...

That being said, while I was running those errands from work I had this wonderful idea. I know you said that you slept better when we were together, so I asked Albedo for some help. This is one of my blankets from home, that I use daily, so my scent was already on it. Albedo was able to enchant it with his alchemy to make it so the scent will never fade out! I know it's still a far cry from being wrapped up in your girlfriend's embrace, but I hope it will make you happy. I can just imagine your smile as you read this letter, and it makes me so so happy 💜

Venting about having to do actual work aside, life has been so good lately. I'm always in such a good mood, especially since we write so frequently these days. I do still miss you, and I wish you were here. If I started crying, would you come back sooner? I'm just teasing, don't worry. I made sure Sucrose knew that too, otherwise you know that girl would worry about me forever. She's sweet like that, but still nowhere near as sweet as you 💜

Jean and Klee both asked me to tell you they miss you(well those were Jean's words. Klee wants you to know she has a new "treasure" to show you). We all miss you.

I hope you're well when you read this letter, and that the blanket will help. If I'm lucky, it'll tempt you to come return it to me in person in exchange for the real deal, hehehe~💜 I'm going to give you so many kisses when you come back to me, probably more than there are stars in the sky. I think that would be fitting, don't you starlight~? Have you ever thought about that actually; how many things we do infrequently, but if you think about it you've probably done them millions of times in your life? It's so fascinating to me honestly. How many times do you think you've inhaled and exhaled in your life? That number must be in the trillions! Hehe... I'm sleepy rambling again. Time to get sappy.

I love you so much. I wasn't even exaggerating about how many kisses I plan to give you. I miss so much about you; the taste of your lips, that look you give me when I press my finger against your lip(you know what I'm talking about~), your hair, your scent... I'm enamored, infatuated... In love with you. Completely and utterly. I just wish you were here with me now. I'm sorry to get all whiny, I just... I miss you, my rose.

Also because I know you'll worry about it, I have plenty of other blankets, so don't think you've stolen my best one(I have two others identical to the one I've sent you). I want you to have this. I care so so deeply about you and I want you to sleep as wonderfully as you can while you can't be wrapped up in bed with me.

Won't you tell me more also about the adventures you're having? What have you been up to? What things have you seen? I hear they sell cameras in Liyue, if you've been you should definitely get one and start sending me pictures! I want to know more about what my babygirl has been doing~ Anyways, I'll call my letter to a close here, before I run onto another sheet of paper, hehe~💜

I love you princess. So so so much~

Yours Always,

- Lisa 🌺💜

[The envelope that arrives this time is bigger by a few inches, and it seems that it’s been spritzed with vanilla perfume. Opening it shows that there’s more than just the letter in there–– there are several glossy photographs as well. They’re a little amateur, with a few being blurred slightly, but the enthusiasm to take the photos and send them back home is evident. They consist of mundane things like the clouds against the blue sky, the lights of a beautiful city at night reflected on a river, or a picture of some sort of foreign dish, still steaming hot. One picture in particular is simple: a figure contrasted by the light of the setting sun in the background, hands curved together to form a heart shape with their palms and fingers. On the back of this particular photo is written ‘Miss you very much. I promise to come back home soon <3′ and a pretty pink lipstick mark.]

⠀I hope these photos will suffice, dearest. I’ve picked up a camera as you’ve suggested, but I’m unfortunately still getting used to it. Still, I’ve taken some photographs of some of the everyday things that i see here. Everywhere I look, I can’t help but wish you were accompanying me where I went. But! When I come back, I’ll be sure to bring the camera with me, and we can take plenty of pictures together in Mondstadt.

⠀Honestly, my day was going rather well. A bit slow, and there was a lack of things to do at one point, but I’m grateful for the rest. I’ve actually stopped at Sumeru, and I’ve settled down here for a bit before I go on my way again. I managed to talk my way into observing several lectures at the Sumeru Academy for a bit, since I got curious about how it was for you when you still attended here. I don’t plan to stay for very long, but one of the scholars who agreed to let me watch has a class tomorrow, and rather bright and early as well. Ah, I do hope I manage to wake up on time, I’d hate to take their hospitality for granted.

⠀Aside from that, the gift you sent me definitely made my day! The blanket you’ve sent is such a comfort–– much better than the ones I’ve been using. It was a lovely surprise, and it brings back so many memories of my home with you. It’s a wonderful gift, one that I’ll keep by me at all times. Send my thanks to Albedo, as well please, and tell everyone back home that I miss them very much as well (But shhh, don’t let them know that I miss you most of all 💞)

⠀You’ve had a busy day, please rest if you’re tired! As much as I adore you when you’re sappy, I’m sure it wasn’t easy dealing with those missing books and the mess in the library. Promise me you’ll get some rest and dream of me, alright? Dearest, I don’t mind if your letters come a little late, as long as I know you’re well-rested and safe. I hope no one got hurt in the little shockwave and in the fall–– promise me you’re all okay? Much like you would come to me the moment I ask, know that I would also do my best to come back sooner if I hear that you’re sad or hurt. I can’t have your smile disappearing now, can I?

⠀When I come home, I’ll be sure to return every kiss and ounce of affection you give me, sweets. Ah, I miss hearing you call me ‘Starlight’ in person. It always used to send butterflies in my stomach, and even now I get a rush just from reading it. I’m very much in love with you too, dearest. I always will be. I miss you more and more each day that we’re apart, but I suppose that distance makes the heart grow fonder? You make me so happy, and merely thinking about you is enough to lift my spirits. Look at that–– even when we’re apart, you’re still affecting me in such good ways.

⠀Haha, and it makes me glad that you’ve still got blankets to spare. I’d hate to have stolen your best one, after all, though it is sooo comfortable. Your gift means the world to me, dear. Thank you again 💞 I have to stop here as well–– I would hate to make you read so much if you haven’t rested yet. I love you so much as well, and know that I dream of you, Lisa.

⠀––Catte 💞

#Deadass under a cut bc im channeling my love for you so much and I'd hate to clog someone's feed w my rambling skjnkjsd #Character anon 💌 : Lisa #Kisses from Catte 🦩#LISA YOURE GONNA MAKE ME CRYYY ILYSM 😭💞#babe I LAUGHED because when I read the part where you can imagine my smile #my bitch ass was literally grinning like an idiot aaAAA 😭💞#Also!! regarding your other ask–– feel free to check up any time you feel anxious about tumblr devouring your letter!#They deffo do eat them sometimes smh :(( And i wouldnt want to keep you waiting because of it!#So feel free to come in and ask ask about it whenever you want sweets <3

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uselessgaywhovian · 4 years ago

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Hello, our DM is very mean and is going to cause harm to the sweet orphan child our party half adopted, except now it's going to be MY FAULT.

So we get back to Saltmarsh and the guy who hired us is very happy that we got the treasure we were sent for, but it's all promissory notes so he needs to go to Seaton to cash them out before he can pay us

but given that it's like 100,000 gp worth of promissory notes, of which we're owed 10,000, we were like "Hey, maybe we should go with you to make sure you don't get robbed" and the guy's like "Yeah that's fair" and he says he has some council business to finish tomorrow but we could leave the next day

So the party invites Shamys to stay at Bree and Eoleo's house since we're all going to be working together for a bit longer and she's new in town

On the way we stop by Xendros because Orvo wanted a Sending scroll to try and contact Yara again. Unfortunately Xendros didn't have one, but now she knows the party doesn't have a way to contact Yara, which is probably not great but y'know. Xendros also gave Shamys a once over and said she liked the look of her, and Shamys does not know what to make of that one. She was very thoroughly warned off sleeping with her, though, and finds out that Bael-lys had slept with her. so that was fun.

The party did some bartering, but the only thing that tempted me was a Ring of Free Action, which I thought might be of use against, say, a monk using Stunning Strike against you, but unfortunately I don't think it would've helped since i don't think ki is actually magic, it doesn't specify saving you from being Stunned, and also it cost 5,000 gp

but on the way to the house from Xendros's, things got interesting. Shamys received a Sending message from her mysterious benefactor, asking her to report. So I stealthed away from the party for a sec (+10 stealth babey, expertise is a hell of a drug), and replied (by DM whisper) that I was still with the party in Saltmarsh, and we'd be working together on an escort job, and that there was no sign of the fifth party member she had been told to look out for

She got another message telling her to "Note their abilities, discover their goals, and find their weaknesses", which, y'know, already had been making notes along those lines.

Nobody in the party notices me slip away or slip back, though the players now know there's something up with Shamys though they don't know what. Before we all go to bed, Orvo decides to help Eoleo with his magic, and Shamys decided she wanted to watch the wizard fight, so Orvo charged the ring of spell storing with a couple Shield spells and fired some rays of frost at him so he could practice with it

Then just to be a rogue, Shamys was like "Wonder if that works for physical attacks too" and shot a crossbow bolt at Eoleo, which unfortunately his dope monk shit allowed him to catch, so it wasn't super satisfying but it was a good datapoint for Shamys anyway.

Next day we go about doing some shopping and shit. Shamys goes along with Eoleo to the leather goods shop to sell her regular leather armor since she has studded leather now. While there she also notices that Eoleo and the girl who works there are sweet on each other.

The rest go about their own preparations, which may have included Orvo releasing a vampire from some wards that had kept him trapped in this basement for like 200 years, it's fine, we all do things, definitely won't come up again later in the campaign i'm sure.

Then that night we're all getting ready for bed when fuckin Poppy, the sweet orphan child our party practically adopted, shows up with a pillow and sleeping bag and decides she's having a sleep over with us. And Poppy was just so sweet and curious and trusting, that poor child.

So now the spy who's looking for weaknesses has met two very fragile humans who are important to Eoleo and Bree, respectively.

And something terrible's going to happen to them and now it's going to be Shamys's fault. Which is to say my fault. 😅

#personal #Nobody Knows I'm A Pirate™#Nobody Knows I'm A Spy™ edition #......... i'm still absolutely going to give this information over though #Shamys doesn't give a fuck about these people #Rina might feel very bad about it #but Shamys just wants that money babey

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jonghoshoe · 4 years ago

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Just Peachy :)

@tinymingi you asked and shall recieve :)))

Summary: Moving to a new place is always a little unnerving, luckily there’s a cute, pink haired stranger who makes you feel welcome.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 1-2k words

No content warnings apply (unless you count like one swear word)

Moving house sucks. Especially when it's to somewhere you don't know. Not that you aren't happy with it- it's amazing to even get a house these days. But it's hardly fun to deal with all the boxes and the unfamiliarity of a new place.

Even less fun when said boxes haven't arrived yet. Seeing nothing productive to do, you've decided to explore the area, there's a few hours to spare before everything arrives so you may as well acquaint yourself with what's around you.

That's how you ended up finding a cute little corner café 'The Aurora', what a cute title.

It's fairly small on the inside, though there are a few seating areas outside too, and it seems to be a rather quiet place as well, perfect for just relaxing, especially after all the work you've been doing the past week.

The barista who serves you is a rather bright character, you mean this literally as he has a few pink streaks in his hair that shine a little under the lights. His name is Yunho, you find out from the nametag, and he seems to pick up on you being a stranger.

''New to the town or just here?'' He asks, setting about on preparing your order.

''New to the town, I just moved in today actually- figured I'd explore while I wait for everything to arrive.''

''Nothing quite like walking around a new place huh?'' He says, plating everything up (not that there's much) before he slides it over the counter, telling you your total with a cheerful smile.

''Hey- If you ever want me to show you around I'd totally be down for it! There's a few little secret places here that you might not find on your own.'' He suggests, practically bouncing on the spot.

''Maybe once I've settled in a bit more.'' You supply, it's not that you don't want to hang out with him- He's just so cute you're already getting butterflies!

Yunho smiles and nods as you walk away to a table, choosing a smaller one by the window so you can people watch.

The following day you're a little more anxious, you'd told your friends about the cute barista in your new town and now they all wanted to come over to see him- and wanted you to take him up on his offer.

So that was the plan for today, get his number and arrange a day to go out- maybe get some work done too since you'd brought your laptop.

Or it was the plan until he decided to flirt with you, saying ''One angel cake and peach tea for the peachy angel!'' with a wink.

That really shouldn't have stopped you in your tracks, it was so incredibly cheesy but he's just so- aah. You're pretty sure you already have the wings of the angel cake in your stomach.

He teases you when you freeze in place at the words, watching humorously as you stutter out an excuse.

''Ah just- your hair! Your hair is really nice, th-the streaks are cute.'' You say, the colour draining from your face when you realise you'd accidentally called him cute.

Yunho grins and shoots back, ''You're pretty cute too, maybe you should dye yours too and we can match.'' he says with a chuckle, full of confidence despite the blush dusting his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

You nod and walk quickly to your table, face flushed red as you hear him laugh behind you.

Well that didn't go at all as planned.

There's always tomorrow, you think. Settling down to get some work done- it doesn't desperately need finished now, but since you're still unpacking, you figure you may as well work on it here. The atmosphere is nice and the menu is relatively cheap, you can see yourself coming here often already.

You're distracted when you see Yunho coming over to your table out of the corner of your eye, paper bag and a coffee in hand. He flashes you a smile as he stands by the chair opposite you, ''Mind if I sit here?'' he asks. He's so cute that even your shyness doesn't stop you nodding in confirmation.

He grins happily when he sits down, pulling out his sandwich as he glances at you from over your computer screen, ''So, watcha workin' on?'' He asks.

Your response to a simple question turns into spending his entire break talking. You talk about where you're from, how long he's lived and worked here, you find out that you have some common interests and when you tell him your new neighbourhood, he tells you a friend of his lives there too and he hopes you can meet him soon.

The day continues with that accidentally happening, because apparently he's described you both to each other so now his friend is eager to meet you.

''I'm Jongho.'' He introduces himself as, walking with you as you both exit the corner store.

Jongho is a lot more quiet than you'd expected from someone who's friends with Yunho, and you tell him just that.

''Yeah, nobody ever believes us when we tell them I'm younger. Yunho is kinda like a hyperactive puppy so people never think he's the older one.'' He says, clearly having told this story a million times over.

On the walk home, he entertains you with stories of Yunho and himself, saying how they'd met during high school and been practically joint at the hip ever since. You come to learn a lot about the both of them, and in the end, Jongho and you exchange numbers when he walks you to your house (what a gentleman). He teases you about not having Yunhos number yet, but says he won't give it to you and you'll have to ask him for it yourself.

You end the night with your friends practically yelling at you over text to make a move already, you'd like to see them try and not be stuck in place by Yunhos flirtatious remarks and cute smile!

Okay, third day here, you've literally exchanged numbers with his best friend, you are going to get Yunhos. Nothing will stop you this time!

Alright, nevermind, you can't do this. You've barely even stepped in the door and you're already smitten.

He's dressed way differently today. He's wearing a giant, baby blue sweater that he's practically drowning in and he's tied his hair up in a cute little ponytail. You're almost tempted to text Jongho and ask if he planned this to fuck with you.

Alright, he's cute but you have to make your move today, you've put this off for too long.

Your ordering goes as normal, getting the same as you always do before Yunho starts talking with you, nobody else is waiting to order so he just talks at the counter.

''So Jongho told me he met you yesterday, he said you got along well?'' He says, seemingly very excited that you'd met his friend.

You confirm, and talk about how the evening had went and the stories he'd told you.

Yunho groans and hides his face in embarrassment at one of them, ''Of all the stories, he tells you the sleepover ones.'' he whines, his face almost matches the pink streak in his hair.

Your conversation is interrupted when the very focus of it enters the building.

''Jongho! Why'd you have to go and embarrass me like that!'' Yunho complains despite already gathering up what you assume is Jonghos usual order.

''What? They asked for cute stories about you, so I told them.'' He says nonchalantly, sipping on his drink once it's handed to him.

''Well- I didn't ask for specifically cute stories-''

''Yes you did.''

You kind of want to hit Jonghos coconut head with a real one for this, he just finds it hilarious that you're both equally as embarrassed now.

''Which story made him react this way? The-'' He begins to list them off when Yunho interrupts him with 'The teddy one.'

''Ah, that's a classic. Still dunno what's so embarrassing about it though.'' He says.

Yunho huffs and punches his arm, ''It's embarrassing because I'm a fully grown man who couldn't sleep without a teddy bear and had to bring it to a sleepover!''

''San literally has his entire bed covered in them, none of us were going to think it was weird.''

''But still!''

The three of you pass the time once Yunho is finished for the day, he had a shorter shift so he's happy to spend the evening sitting and talking, and he shares embarrassing stories about Jongho as revenge.

By the time the building has to close, you all agree to go your separate ways. Yunho lives in the same street at the shop, Jongho is going to a friends house to study, and you don't quite feel comfortable enough with going to Yunhos house yet to continue the conversations.

He asks you to wait at the door before you leave though, claiming he left something in the kitchen and needs to go pick it up.

When he comes back, he's holding a little bag, which he hands to you.

''I've been wanting to try something new with one of the cupcakes- I was hoping you'd try it and let me know what you think?'' He asks, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

''You never said you baked.'' You say, a little surprised at the gesture.

''Ah- well I don't really bake what's on the menu, but I thought this might be an improvement so I worked on it in my free time.'' He says with a smile, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater.

You nod and reply that you'd give the snack a try, then you part ways as you exit his neighbourhood.

When you get home and finally sit down that night, you open up the bag, noticing the cupcake in a little container and a small pouch in the bag beside it.

You open the pouch first, curious to what's inside and notice a small teabag and a note.

''Y/N. I figured you'd enjoy this with your food, It's the same brand we use at The Aurora! You seem to really like it so I thought I'd give you one.''

There's a little smiley face scribbled next to it, and below is a phone number.

Well, at least you don't have to worry about asking for it now.

Setting the note aside, you finally open up the cupcake, It's an angel cake like what you ordered before, but you notice the cream is tinted a little bit orange. Upon tasting it, you realise it's peach flavoured, matching the tea you'd usually drink with it.

You decide to finally message Yunho, sending a quick hello and thanking him for the gift.

Yunho: So, what do you think of it?

You: It’s just peachy :)

#ateez #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #x reader #ateez fanfics #ateez x reader #yunho x reader

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neenahnah21 · 5 years ago

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Find my Way Back Home XII

Summary: Bucky Buchanan Barnes is smitten to a four insignia military officer—you. How do you think things will unfold?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,232

Warning: Swearing?

When Bucky left your office you felt like your body triple its weight and you can no longer stand. You can't help but bring your self to reminisce your time back in the days.

"Sergeant Barnes? What the hell are you doing in my tent at Zero dark thirty?"

"Scratch that, you're not even allowed in here unless something is urgent and important? And do you even know how to ask permission sergeant? You even forgot to render a salute" you reprimanded. On Bucky's defense he can't really render a salute considering that both of his hand were occupied.

Instead of feeling guilty and bad though Bucky only plastered you a cheeky smile.

"Thought I might bring you a coffee" he simply said, like this is the most casual thing to do when in fact this is highly inappropriate.

"You've come here at this godforsaken hour to deliver a coffee?" you asked incredulously. Bucky waited no further invitation and took it upon himself to sit on the chair opposite to your table offering you the mug which you hesitantly took.

There was a comfortable silence embracing the surrounding, in all honesty you appreciated the coffee—and the gesture. And him.

"Well I thought I might pay you a visit General, you were freakin' glorious in the field so I figured out you might be restless" you could feel his solemnity and sincerity through his words and you were glad there was a table between you two, giving you sufficient distance that disables him from hearing the thumping of your heart— how it was beating so fast that you could swear it will breaking your ribcage.

"Don't worry, 'probably the only one noticed it. You still look hot as hell" he remark and winked at you. How bold of man he is to say it to you—his superior. Nevertheless, it is one of the those reason he manage leave a mark of himself to you, make you cease from relinquishing his wake on you. Perhaps, it's one of Bucky Barnes' charm.

You playfully glared at him and reprimanded him from his vulgarity but his expression was never altered.

"That was indeed a very bold of you to say to your superior Barnes"

"Hmm, wouldn't have it any other way though, or else I won't be your favourite Sergeant" you couldn't help but laugh. He was certainly not your favourite Sergeant, you don't have favourites, but you can't deny the certainty of your fondness to this ocean blue eyes Sergeant. He's someone you will certainly remember.

Bucky cleared his throat and brace himself, gathering all the courage he might to execute what he really came for— or main reason why he came into your tent.

Bucky might be a confident man but when he is before you he was weak on his knees.

"We're are being deployed tomorrow" he asseverate. This is something you knew already, prior to the other soldier. Something you're aware before the memo could even reach him.

You hum in understanding. It doesn't mean that you knew it beforehand it will ease the anxiousness you were feeling. It baffles you to be honest, this was part of your job, sending troops, battalion and crops on the field, deploying them to make them do what they're made for—but for some reason deploying Bucky and his troops feels like something else; something different from the rest. You almost felt fear and resort to being irresolute, like you almost wanted them to stay at where they are—safety. But a soldier was never a soldier to feel safe. A soldier must be the one to feel anxious for him to secure the safety of others—their self were the last receiving end of their deed for they were the Forlorn Hope.

Bucky gazed deep into your eyes almost pleading and begging that whatever he was about to declare you may be in his favor.

"And I thought I might ask you on a date" certainly not what you've hope nor anticipated for. You didn't really know what you were expecting but definitely not this. In your career field, there's no room for these things.

"Come again soldier?" you reaffirm. You saw him swallowed deep and once again muttered "Please go a date with me, tonight, today , right of this moment" he said boldly.

"I know I should've of have asked you earlier, spend time with you longer but I was a coward mess and I can't find my shit to asked you out" you looked into his eyes to look for some sort of trace of ridiculousness but it was all solemn.

"This might be the only time I could do it so I'm taking my chances" he said hopefully.

You have to put down the mug of coffee in your hand or it might slip from your grasp.

"I'm sorry Buck, but I must refuse your offer" you said pitifully.

"It's just not the place" you added.

Bucky prepared himself for all the possible scenarios that might occur and this was one of those—he brace hisself for this. He prepared to armoured his ego and his heart for this, the possibility of you crushing it; and he thought he did enough but it wasn't. He thought that he was ready for the blow but he didn't expect for the actuality of it to hurt this much, just the thought of it was excruciating and he didn't thought experiencing it raw can make it ache any further.

You saw the hurt and disappointed crawled his feature and it wrenched your heart beyond words you could muster.

"Oh" was all he could respond and you understand. "I'm sorry for bothering you ma'am, I think I must keep going now" which you only replied with a court nod.

When he was about to reach the opening of your tent, back facing you, you decided to bid him your good-wishing.

"Sarge" you called last minute and Bucky was quick to turn around. You get up from your sit and walks towards him. Bucky knows the drill. At every deployment, a general would usually bid their farewells, and good tidings. Bucky couldn't be ungrateful though, he knows he would take anything from you any day even it as a small nod or attention—as long as it was from your. The dame he desperately yearned for, like a star in the sky which he couldn't quiet reach but he knows he would still gaze up on it and dream of it, quiet satisfied with even gazing upon it. That's all enough for him, he could work for that.

"Put you head on the swivel Sergeant Barnes, stay alive and come back home from the war" Bucky could only smiled at this, still flustered even to the smallest trace of concern you would display. Flattered even, that you would spare him even a modicum time of your day.

"I know you're a green eyed beast so come back home and consider it a date" you said smugly, the smirk on your face never ceasing to leave.

Bucky couldn't explain the delight he was feeling and he literally leapt his way towards you closing the distance between the two of you. Without second doubting he crashed his lips to yours, full of passion and promised, the feeling you were sure to cherish till the dawn of time. Bucky deepen the kiss and there's nothing left to do but to let him have his way on you, completely savouring this moment with him. After the kiss he gaze deeply into your eyes, unspoken pledge and sweet promises were made, you know the risks of it being broken but you were willing to held unto it will all your might and faith.

This will surely hurt you, not that you could care as of the moment, Bucky Barnes was worth it all.

"You bet I will" he said and his remarks makes the both of you chuckle and that was the last moment you shared with him before his departure.

In the year 1945, nothing devastated you more than the news that reached your quarter on the day of January; the news that bear about the fall of the Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

The only promised fulfilled on the night of your sweet pledges for one another was the heartache you've anticipated.

You wanted to take his offer earlier. You really do. It was extremely tempting to do so but as much as how selfish it is you wished that he would ask you to go on a date because he remembers that he promised you in the 40's the he would. But looking back at him earlier you knew just right away that he didn't.

You need to be honest when you hear about the Winter Soldier escapade and when you saw him, you wished that he would finally come back and go look for you, but he didn't. And you figured what they have done to him. How they've racked his brain to forgot and manipulate him you beat yourself for the first couple of months, blaming yourself for not being able to save the love of your life from the hands of those monsters.

Then this mission came, you thought and highly hoped that maybe if he will see you he will finally remember, Steve did, so maybe he would—but he didn't. Yes, you could see his eyes lingers to you, you can notice how he purposely let his body and skin touch yours every chance he got, the concerns in his eyes, but never the trace of recognition.

So when he asked you, you refused. Until he remembers, he's nothing but the Bucky of the 21st Century and not your Bucky back in those days. You don't necessarily want him to be the same man, no. That would be hypocritical of you. You just want him to recognize and remember you. Know that after all those years and decade he still remembers your like how you haven't forgotten him even a single day.

Your silent reminiscing were halted when Bucky immediately barged in into the room without knocking nor saying anything. Because of the intrusion you were jolted and now standing. When Bucky got a glimpse of you he waste no time at ceasing the distance between the two of you, crashing directly his lips into yours and enlacing you with a bone crushing embrace. His left arm immediately snaked at your waist and the other one holding your face gently but firm like an instinct.

"Well that was such a bold move Sergeant" you said in between the kiss when you were trying to grasp up some air to make up for the air lose during the kiss.

"Didn't even bothered to knocked. That was a left hand salute"

"Well are you gonna reprimand me?"

"Are you gonna finally listen to me?" you've retorted.

"That depends, do you want me to be a good soldier because I think I knew you prefer me bad" he answered back, his smug never leaving his face. But a moment pass and it was altered by a loving and adoring one.

"Well aren't you such a bold and vulgar, Sarge"

"And I think that's why I'm your favourite" he said proudly which earned a chuckled from. Definitely.

"I thought you forgot" you said solemnly looking in his eyes longingly, not really fully grasping that you were finally in his arms once again. Never you've thought this dream of yours will still come into a reality.

"And I couldn't believe I didn't remember"he said sounding so regretful.

"How could I forget" he stated—more to himself.

"It doesn't matter though, you've come home, you've finally came home and remembered" you said placing both of your hand unto his face, reassuring yourself that you were not dreaming, you need to feel his warm skin that always comforts you to reassure yourself.

"Yeah, I'm home, and I think I owe you a date" you couldn't help the smile that is creeping its way to your face.

"You're late" you release and laughter that lingers fondness. Oh how music it is to Bucky's ears.

"Almost a century late" you said feigning solemn.

And then a smile breaks again "but that's fine, I can probably make an exemption . Like a certain soldier asserted, you were my favourite Sergeant" and laughter from the both of you were emitted in the four corners of the room.

"Who would of have thought you would make a dame such as I to wait for less than a century for a date" Bucky chuckled at your remark and stare at you with all fondness, making up for all the time he loss and failed to show it.

"In my whole long century life, never have I met such a remarkable women as you are"

"And in my whole century being never have I met a century old man that still possess such virility"

And Bucky could only laugh at your vulgarity, remembering how cheeky you were back in the days. Oh how he have longed to be in his dame's arm. After a century long, he have finally found his way back home. He is finally home— and you're his home.

Always and forever—till the end of the both of your times.

#Bucky Barnes #BuckyxReader #Bucky Barnes Imagine #Bucky Imagine #seb #Sebastian Stan #Sebastian Stan Imagine #Sebastian Stan x Reader #Marvel #Marvel Imagine #MarvelFanfic #MCU #MCU imagine #MCU fanfiction #MCU Fanfic #winter soldier #soldat #winter soldier x reader #soldatxreader

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