#i sit in the first row + hes tall + walks around a lot + the aisles are narrow so when he goes to help classmates his ass is FREQUENTLY at

[ev1lde4d]

goodbye prof. roe i’ll miss your juicy ass next quarter

[buck-star]

Dinner with the mobster | Bucky Barnes

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Mob!Single!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Your boss - who is also the most feared man in town - asks you to go out for dinner with him. When he suggests taking his daughter with him, you agree to go out with them.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.295

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (G) none, just fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Hi I absolutely love your work. I was wondering if you could write a mob boss! Single dad!Bucky Barnes x reader. Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable. Thank you 🤎🤎

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you so much for your nice words, they really mean a lot and thank you for the sweet request. I wanted to write more for Mob!Bucky and your request was the perfect opportunity to do so. I hope you like what I made with it.🩷🩷 Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> AFG Fluff Bingo | Row Two-One | First Date | @anyfandomfluffbingo

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes, the most popular mobster in town, has at least one hundred men who are protecting him and another one hundred men as well as women who clean his house, cook for him, or do other chores. His house - his villa - near the forest is almost not even in town anymore. The man could have every woman, and almost every woman admires him. He has long brown hair, mostly tied into a bun; his beard is trimmed; he has ocean blue eyes; and he has a smile that could light up the darkest night. James has a muscular body, is tall, and is just the dream of every woman. But even though he could have it all, he lives with his daughter alone. But he has an eye on someone, someone who doesn’t look really interested in him, which slightly confuses him but makes her more interesting for the mobster.

“Daddy, look what I found,” his princess says with a proud smile, holding up a book in her hands.

He furrows his eyebrows, his legs spread, while he sits on his couch and waits for the woman he asked to come into his office. In his hand, he holds a glass of his favorite Bourbon while he looks at his daughter. She walks closer to him, pushing herself up to sit on his lap before she holds the book closer to his face. James reads the title on it and smirks.

“That’s the book your friends - my employees - wrote into, isn’t it?” he asks with a smirk.

He told all his closest employees to write into the book after his princess was sad about having just four people - next to her - written into it. Those people were James, Sam, Steve, and Natasha. And then she asked her daddy if he knew if some more who wanted to write into it. Of course she also has friends, but the little girl prefers the big men around her, commanding them around like her daddy does, and he enjoys seeing his well-working education.

“Do you wanna see it?” she asks, kissing her daddy’s cheek softly.

The small girl looks like James - just the smaller, female version - but she has the same brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and the same smirk and pout on her lips as her daddy.

“But just until Y/N is here,” James says, and he turns his daughter around.

With his hands wrapped around her tummy, he looks over her shoulder. Her small back is pressed against his broad chest. Then she opens the book and waits for her daddy to start reading. James does, and his princess is always telling him something about the pictures before he can turn to the next side.

After a few minutes, it knocks at the door, and he looks up to see you standing there, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. You play with your fingers, looking down, while you just stand there and wait for James to give you instructions.

“I- I can- I’m sorry for distracting you,” you mumble when your nervousness grows.

“No, it’s fine. I asked you to come here, so please come in,” he says with his rough voice, and you shiver slightly.

When you met him for the first time, he was scary, and being so close to such a dangerous man can still be scary, but he is all soft and sweet around you and makes you feel like you are special to him. Little do you know you’re special to him, and he would buy the whole town, the moon, or the whole universe for you just to see your smile and hear you laughing while he is the reason for it.

James leans closer to his daughter, kissing her cheek before he lifts her off his lap and places her in front of him.

“Tell Uncle Stevie he has to give you some cookies,” James says, laughing when he sees his daughter jumping around with a giggle before she runs out of the room.

His ocean blue eyes then meet you again, and he gets off the couch as well. James walks closer to the door, gripping the doorknob while he waits for you to walk into the room to close the door behind you. It makes you a bit uncomfortable to be all alone with him in a room, but you know you’re safe.

“Wanna drink something, Bourbon? It’s a good one, my favorite bourbon.”

“N-no, thank you. I- Uhm- I’m fine, really,” you mumble.

You could face palm yourself when you realize what you just said. He didn’t want to know more, just if you wanted to have a drink. You inhale deeply while he leads you to the couch. When the two of you are taking a seat, he smiles and turns his head toward you.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“N-no. I can take care of your daughter when you have plans for tonight.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he laughs softly and takes a sip of his bourbon. “More like, do you have time to go out with me?”

Your mouth drops open, and you swallow hard, rubbing your palms over your pants to dry the sweat.

“I- You’re my boss, James,” you say quietly, turning your head away.

He chuckles softly and slides his hand to your back, stroking it softly while he takes another sip of his bourbon. The shiver along your spine makes him grin even more, and the way your body reacts to his touch lets him admire you even more.

“I’m not asking you, actually. Babydoll, let me take you out, please.”

“I-I don’t want to overstep boundaries. I- James, I should go back to my room,” you mumble.

Bucky chuckles; the way his body vibrates against yours sent another shiver along your spine. His thumb moves closer to your lips before he slides it over them, making you gasp. Your boss is so close, you can feel his hot breath on your skin; his touches are like electricity, causing more goosebumps all over your skin. Bucky leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear, inhaling your scent before he kisses your earlobe.

“How about we take Mia with us? You love her, and she loves you.”

None of the two of you mentioned that there are feelings between you and Bucky. You nod softly, but he sees it and smiles, kissing your earlobe again. Then he pulls away.

“I will pick you up in an hour,” he says, getting up, and you follow.

The two of you walk to the door. He opens it and runs his fingers over your back before you walk out of the room and to yours to change into something better to go out with your boss.

Like he told you, he is knocking at your door an hour later, wearing a suit - like always - his cologne all around you, and you smile softly when you look into his beautiful face. His brown hair is tied back, and he holds the tiny hand of his daughter. She is smiling at you as well as her daddy, both admiring you in your dress. Bucky in another way as the girl, but they both can’t get their eyes off of you. Bucky clears his throat and takes a step to the side, letting you walk out of the room.

“You look beautiful, doll.”

You blush, scratching the back of your neck.

“Daddy said we gonna go to my favorite restaurant,” she tells you with a proud smile.

You’re still not pretty sure what to say or how to act since your boss has invited you to go out with him. So you smile nicely and walk with him and Mia to the cars in the garage.

Bucky is a gentleman, opening the door for you, making sure you’re comfortable, but always taking care of his daughter too.

When you arrive at the restaurant, he takes your hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. He makes sure you’re comfortable; otherwise, he would immediately let go of your hand. But there is not even a hint of discomfort on your face, just a small smile on your lips. Together with you and Mia, he walks to the entrance, letting the two of you walk into it before he follows you.

“Good evening,” the waiter says, his muscles tensing when he sees Bucky.

“Good evening, a table for three by the name of Barnes.”

The man in front of Bucky nods and shows you the table. You’re helping Mia out of her jacket and talking to her while you walk through the restaurant. The eyes of the people widen when they see James walking with his daughter and a woman through the room. He smirks when he offers you a seat, takes your and Mia’s jackets out of your hands, and sits across from you, smiling widely with his steel blue eyes piercing into yours. His tattoo-covered arms rest with the sleeves slightly up and his arms on the table, and he just admires you while you look between Mia and him with a small smile.

“Good evening. Have you already decided what you like to eat?” a woman asks, her smile shy, and her eyes dart from Bucky to you and back to the muscular man.

“As always, for my daughter and for me,” he says, then turns his face to you and smiles softly. “And you, doll?”

A shiver rushes through your body, and butterflies go crazy in your belly when he calls you by that nickname in front of other people. Then you look at the waitress and order your food as well. She just nods, takes the menus, and walks back to the kitchen.

“Y/N?” Mia asks, her hand touching yours.

“Yes?”

“Do you like daddy?”

You almost choke on your own saliva when she asks that. Of course you do; who doesn’t? He is a gentle and soft man; he is beautiful, muscular, and makes you laugh. You feel safe with him, not just because there are always some of his men around, but just because of him. On the other hand, he doesn’t act in a soft way with others like you always thought, which makes the feelings you have for him stronger. Bucky doesn’t say anything to the question; he just smirks and waits for you to answer, wanting to know what you think about him.

“I-I- He is nice, but he is my boss,” you mumble.

“But you like him?”

“Yes, but I like you too, Mia.”

“So do you want to be my new mommy?”

This question caught you off guard, and your jaw drops immediately. Bucky chuckles are low and rough, causing your skin to tingle. He makes you feel things you never thought you would feel, especially not for him. The most fearful man in town, a mobster. But also your boss, a wonderful and sweet man and daddy of a beautiful and cute daughter.

“Say yes, and I’m gonna make you mine tonight,” he says.

Your breath hitches, your body shakes softly in anticipation, and you nod. Do you want it? Want to be his? Of course, you definitely want to be his.

“Y-yes.”

Mia smirks, ready to throw herself around your neck, but the food arrives at your table and she learned manners from her daddy, so she just squirms a bit in her seat but starts eating and smirks the whole time at you. Your cheeks are red, and you fix the plate with food in front of you instead of facing Bucky. What if he just wanted to know what you feel for him, but he just wants to play with you? But he is just so soft with you and not with any other woman around him.

“Doll?” his rough voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look at him. “Please let me make you mine. I know the way you look at me, and you’re the only woman I want to have. I have loved you since we first met.”

“O-Oke. B-But I can’t work for you then. H-How can I pay for my things?”

“You don’t have to pay anything. Don’t forget who you’re talking to; you will get everything you need, and you just need to ask me,” he tells you with the softest smile you have ever seen.

When you nod again, his eyes light up, and he can’t help but get up to walk around the table. He gets on his knees next to you, capturing your cheeks with his big hands before he leans closer and presses his soft, plumb lips on yours. Kissing you in a way no one has ever kissed you before, so filled with love and passion. When you kiss him back, he smirks, pulling you even closer, and your hands grip his shoulder, your fingers sliding along his neck. Mia cheers quietly, giggling and looking at the two of you in awe while he bits into her nugget. You blush when Bucky leans back, his thumb stroking your lips, and his blue eyes say more than words could ever say.

“I love you, doll. My precious doll.”

“I-I love you, too.”

“Andddddd I love you. And my nuggies,” Mia says, holding her nugget up to show it.

“Yeah. We love you too, little girl,” Bucky laughs and kisses you again, then he gets up and takes his seat again to finish eating.

Your cheeks are still red, especially when you recognize that everyone in the restaurant was looking at the two of you. But when you look at Bucky, every fear fades away, and you feel just loved by him.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

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[dirtyvulture]

Ceremony

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Sergeant!Reader

18+ only read at your own risk

Summary: You get some (very nice) awards for your actions during Operation: Avalanche.

Word count: 1834

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

This is Part 4 of my Sergeant Beef AU, following the events of this fic.

“Why is all of this necessary?” you whine, pulling at your stiff collar. Natasha slaps your hand down as she fixes the medals and ribbons on your chest. 

“This is what you get for almost getting yourself killed,” she replies, although there is no malice in her tone. “Don’t worry. We can go back to my place afterwards and–”

“Finally,” you interrupt with a grin. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she chastises again, although you know she’s just as excited as you are to be back on your home turf for the first time in months. 

“How do I look? Would I pass your inspection this time?” you ask as she backs away from you, surveying you up and down. You’re leaning on one crutch still, but you’re glad that you don’t have to use a wheelchair anymore. 

“You look fantastic,” Natasha says, leaning in for a soft kiss. “Ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

She walks at your pace as you hobble out of the parking lot, joining the large group of people gathered on the lawn of the park. Most of them you hadn’t seen since before your deployment, which at this point feels years ago. Your entire team is here too, all of them crowding around you for hugs and handshakes. There’s too many things to be said but no privacy to say them in, so you promise that you’ll give them your time once you return to the base. Men and women with more medals and ribbons than you can count come over to thank you and wish you well. It feels odd being the center of attention and you’re not really sure you like it.

Peter Parker brought along his Aunt May and she gives you a hug that almost lifts you off the ground. She cries into your shoulder while thanking you for not leaving her nephew behind and you unexpectedly get a little choked up yourself. 

There’s also a camera crew from the local news station that asks you to sit down for a brief interview. You see Natasha watching you from behind the camera, a mixture of pride and worry on her face for you. She knows this event is emotionally and mentally draining for you, but she can’t be happier to be here celebrating your achievements with you. 

After the interview, you sit with her in the front row, you on the aisle side because you need space for your crutch. General Fury goes up to the stage and gives the opening speech. 

You zone out, hearing your name said a few times, but you don’t really care. Natasha nudges your knee with hers and you look up at her. She smiles bracingly which you return half-heartedly.  

“I would now like to welcome Sergeant Y/N to the stage,” Fury says, as everyone erupts into applause. You grab your crutch and Natasha stands with you. Slowly, you limp to the steps of the stage, Natasha hovering behind you carefully. You hop up each step, your face hot as you feel all eyes on you and you pray that you don’t accidentally trip in front of them. “Sergeant Y/N,” Fury says as you approach him. He is mindful to offer you his left hand so you can leave your right one holding onto your crutch. 

“It is with great honor that I present to you today the Purple Heart Award and the Distinguished Service Cross, for your bravery and actions during Operation: Avalanche. You did not hesitate to put yourself in certain danger to ensure your team’s safety, and because of your sacrifice, all six members of your team are here today. Thank you for your service and dedication to protecting this country, Sergeant Y/N.”

The applause sounds louder up here than your seat, and you stand tall as Fury pins your two new awards to your chest. Natasha is standing, probably clapping louder than anyone else, and her reaction makes you feel happier than the two awards you’ve just been given. 

“Thank you, General,” you say, saluting him with a tight voice. 

“Don’t thank me, Sergeant Y/N. I didn’t even write the speech,” he teases, standing next to you and posing for some pictures. 

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After the ceremony, you skip your own after party to go home with Natasha. You give everyone the excuse that you’re tired, which isn’t technically a lie, but now you just want to spend time with Natasha. She brings you to her apartment, which is bigger and nicer than yours, but you don’t even have a second to revel in its familiarity when she pushes you into the bedroom. 

She helps unbutton your shirt, being very mindful of your new awards, taking it over to her closet to properly hang up. You can’t help but smile at how respectful she is when it's normally a desperate frenzy to get you undressed. You toss your crutch onto the floor, leaning most of your weight on your left leg while trying to simultaneously unbuckle your belt and take off your pants without falling over. 

By the time she comes over to you, she’s already naked herself and you can’t help but moan when she presses against you, skin-to-skin. She wraps her strong arms around your waist, helping keep you upright, leaning up to kiss you. You can tell she’s trying to be gentle with you, but you can feel her passion with the way her hands possessively run up your sides, skating carefully over the new, large scar along your ribs. Her nails dig into your back muscles to press you against her harder.

“Nat,” you whisper when you start to feel your right leg shaking. You know you lost some muscle mass and definition being cooped up in a hospital bed for months, but Natasha doesn't seem to mind. You're also embarrassed that you can’t stay standing for long, but Natasha pulls away to take your hand and lead you to the bed. You limp after her, immediately dropping to your knees on the mattress as she lays down in front of you.

“I really want you, Y/N,” she says, practically devouring you with her eyes alone. “But if you’re not up to it, I can wait.”

“I want you too, Nat. So much,” you reply, starting to jerk yourself off to hardness. It’s been months since you’ve had an opportunity to have her like this; as often as her visits to your room in the hospital were, you weren’t well enough to engage in her favorite activity the way you used to. It had been hard on both of you to have to wait, and part of you was nervous that you wouldn’t last that long or didn’t remember how to please her.   

“Okay. How do you want me?” Natasha asks, and it’s unusual for her to let you decide. But she seems to understand the importance of going at your pace and doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

“Uh…on your knees?” you suggest, not even sure what you’ll be able to handle. As long as the movement was minimal, you figure you’d be okay. 

“Okay.” Natasha kisses you again before turning to face away from you, presenting her perfect backside. Instinctively you grab onto it, shuffling forward until your cock bumps against her butt. You’re already throbbing at her touch but you want to make sure she’s near the same level as you.

You bend forward, your side protesting a little at the movement, but you push through, slipping your arm around her waist to drag your fingers through her folds. Natasha puts her hand on your wrist to guide you better, and you start panting in anticipation when you feel how wet she is.    

You dip your fingers into her while circling her clit and her body stiffens underneath you. You’re just glad you’re doing something right as she ruts back against you with a whine, guiding you to move faster and deeper. 

“Fuck, I think I’m already going to cum,” Natasha admits, tightening around your fingers. She forces you to stop moving so you wait for her next instruction. It makes you feel a little bit better that you’re not the only one with decreased stamina. “Are you ready, babe?” she asks. “I want to cum with you.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say, looking down at your hard cock that’s standing almost at a 90-degree angle. 

“Okay. Fuck me good, Y/N.”

Her words turn you feral almost instantly and you steady yourself by holding onto her waist with both hands, maybe a little harder than you intend because you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to keep yourself upright, even in this kneeling position. The tip of your cock brushes against her hot center and this time, you don’t wait for further permission to enter her. You push in, her tight heat surrounding you, and you have to bite your lip to remind yourself not to cum immediately. 

“Fuck, Nat,” you grunt, afraid to move while you adjust to how perfectly she stretches around you. Your cock twitches when she pulls you in deeper and you finally move your hips in time with hers, although a little more slowly than you would have liked.

You moan like you haven’t been fucked in months, which is technically true, and Natasha pulses harder around you when she hears your reaction to her. She pushes back against your abs with some force, a little afraid that she’ll knock you over, but she’s so desperate to be filled by you. Her toys, her hands, and even yours would never compare to your cock. 

The bedroom quickly fills with the slick noises of your cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The pain in your side and thigh starts to become noticeable even with the numbing pleasure between your legs, and you realize you have to finish soon or you won’t get to at all. 

“Nat, I…I need to cum,” you beg, hoping she’s at her peak too. 

“Let go, babe,” Natasha says, curling her hands into the blankets and lifting her hips higher so you can piston against the sensitive spot inside of her. It takes a few more strokes that almost have you seeing stars before you unload, arching forward to bury yourself to the hilt as you pump out your seed in a few hard bursts. The pressure of being filled is enough to send Natasha over the edge, her cum dripping onto your cock as you pull out and collapse next to her on the bed, your chest heaving and sweat collecting around your neck. 

Natasha reaches out to you, wrapping herself around your body like a koala bear. Although she would love to go another round with you, she can tell you’re too exhausted and doesn’t want to push you. So as you slowly drift off to sleep, Natasha whispers in your ear how much she loves you and how she’ll never take you for granted again. 

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AN: And things are basically back to normal for these two! :)

I wrote a Part 5, which you can read here.

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[itsmeyaspider]

Yandere Kengan Ashura mens x female reader

Pov: The first time they saw you

Trigger Warning: Yandere behavior, stalking, jealous behavior, possession, obsession, smoking, cigarettes

Note: I know it's been a while since I wrote something, but I recently finished watching the Kengan Anime and I can't stop thinking about anything else, then my hot muscle men's!🤧😭✨️ ((I probably should mention that this was my first real attempt to write several headcanons, english is not my main language I really tried my best! I still hope you liked it<3))

Ohma:

Ohma doesn't think much of love and certainly not of love at first sight. He has far more important interests than dealing with such an idiotic thing like love, or at least he thought.

The first time he sees you was at one of his underground tournaments , you were sitting in the back row, waiting for a friend to bring some drinks and popcorn. At first he didn't think much of it, you were just an ordinary spectator who had come to watch one of his fight. But something in him wondered what a beautiful woman was doing at such a place. Of course there were other woman present but they eiter were CEOs or family members. So what the hell are you doing here?

He keeps catching himself staring at you, something about you has aroused him but he didn't understand what. Was it your beautiful (h/c) hair? Or were it the different gestures you made during the tournament? Something deep inside him wanted to see you closer, he wanted to talk to you and ask what you are doing here.

After the tournament was finally over he ignored everyone else around him, he had a new important mission and that was to find you. He walked in every hotel room and in every corridor just to find you. It took a while but he found you. Finally. You were sitting outside on the beach with your friend and it seems that you having a lot of fun together. Was this your boyfriend?!

Only now does he notice how his heart begins to race faster and faster, something he only knew from fighting. He immediately comes over to the two of you, as your (e/c) eyes look at him for a few seconds. You are a bit surprised what one of the fighters wants from you at such a lats hour, as you let out a small sigh.. "Can we help you? Oh and your fight was sooo cool!" A small smile spreads on your lips as you keep looking at the fighter.

That was the moment when Ohma fell in love for the first time in his life. Your voice, your eyes, everything about you made him want more of you. You were his new obsession and he would do anything to keep it that way. Even if it means to get rid of this asshole by your side. He was the better choice anyways.

"I don't like seeing you with that guy. You should stay by my side, forever. You are mine."

Raian:

Raian knew since his childhood days that one day he would be forced to marry someone. After all, the Kure Clan is known for strengthening their family through marriages. Even if he would rather devote himself to other, more fun things like murdering or fighting, he had no other choice but to obey his grandfather.

The first time he met you was outside at night. You were on your way home when a strange, drunk man accosted you. You usually ignore this kind of people, but today was a fucking shitty day. "Please leave me alone sir. I need to get my bus." You said with annoyance. The man weren't interested in your words, he came closer to you and as he was about to touch you, you finally had enough. You threw your (f/c) bag you had taken with you on the ground and kicked him in his face.

"Don't you dare to touch me ever again." you threaten him, the drunken man slowly falls to the ground. You roll your (e/c) eyes in annoyance as you pick up your bag and make your way back to the bus stop.

Suddenly you feel a warm breath behind you, as you slowly turn around you see a tall, muscular man. His wide sadistic smile and his damn black eyes who keep staring at you, made you really uncomfortable. The mens laughter didn't make the situation any better and something inside you knew immediately that you didn't stand a chance against him.

"Look what we have here~ A little bunny trying to act all mighty and strong. How cute." His voice sounds almost psychotic, something that makes your body tremble. How long has this men been behind you? Why didn't you notice him? And why the fuck is your body acting so damn scared? "Have you lost your tongue?~"

And from this moment on he laid eyes on you, Raian knew that he would marry you. Even if you didn't want to, what are you going to do about it? Try to fight him?

Even his grandfather couldn't do anything about it, once bis grandson got something into his head there was no turning back. At least the Kure Clan would get new descendants.

"You will be mine and mine alone understand?! You will obey me and give me many children little bunny."

Sen:

Sen is a womanizer, he loves woman very much but sometimes a little bit too much. He never really cared about commitment in a relationship. Most of the time he gets bored and breaks up with a woman, or he simply cheats on them. It's nothing personal, but that's how he is.

So when he met you for the first time he was in a small shopping mall, he didn't have much to do and because his day was filled with boredom he decided to go to the mall. He was just about to take a cigarette out of his pocket when he realized that he had lost his lighter. With a small sigh, he scratches his head as he looks around for someone who might have a lighter with them.

And then you caught his eye, you were standing in front of one of many entrances, lighting up a cigarette. You took a drag from the nicotine as you feel your body relax.

"Do you have a lighter for me?" You are thrown out of your daydreaming when you hear a soft male voice. You immediately reach into your pocket and hand the handsome man your lighter. With a smile, the men starts to light his cigarette too. "What is a beautiful woman like you doing here? Oh, how rude of me, my name is Sen." You're a little bit suprised that the men is talking to you, most people ask someone for a light, then they light their cigarette and disappear again. "Oh...I'm working here, I just have a small break. My name is (Y/n) it's a pleasure to meet you."

Sen is visible pleased that you are talking to him, his relaxed eyes never take their eyes off you and your (b/s) body. The two of you talk for a while, as you almost forget your work. "I need to go back to work, it was a pleasure to meet you." You say with a small smile on your face, putting out the cigarette. For a glimpse you thought you saw some anger in his eyes, but you shake off those thoughts as you head off to your work again.

He decides to make his way home, but all he could think off is you, something in him longed for you and your sweet voice. He wants to protect you...and maybe also kiss you. With a small sigh he turns back to the mall as he slowly starts to watch over you. He only wants to make sure that no one is trying to hurt you.

"Don't be afraid of me doll, I will make sure that nobody hurts you. Just come in my arms and I will show you how much you mean to me. You will be mine so don't be a douchbag and accept your faith."

Saw Paing:

Saw Paing had never thought much about love, his life consisted mainly of training and fighting, one day he would beat his rival Kaolan for sure! But he wasn't like Ohma who is certainly not interested in love, he just never had the right moment for it.

He was in the gym where he started his usual training routine, when he suddenly noticed you. You were doing a few push-ups as you failed miserably. Something in him had to giggle at your helpless sight, he immediately runs to you with a lot of charged energy. "SHALL I SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT PROPERLY?"

The unexpected shout jolts you out of your thoughts as you fell on the floor. Your cheeks start to flush from the embarrassing moment you witness. Why can't you just sink into the ground? Unfortunately that wasn't an option, you try to pick yourself up as you notice that the men is holding out his hand to you. For a small moment you both stare at each other, but the silence was even weirder than your push up and so you gladly took his hand.

The man pulled you up with such a swig that you thought you would fall to the ground again. Saw Paing started to laugh again, as you still were embarrassed by the whole situation. "I AM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU." He yells again. "It's alright, I just wasn't expecting this."

The man turned out to be Saw Paing, you two talked a bit and he actually helped you to do some proper push ups! However, it was getting late and you were desperate to get home before it went dark. The fighter offered to walk home with you, you smile as your (e/c) eyes start to sparkle. "Thank you, that would be really nice."

The two of you spent some more time together, and Saw Paing noticed how much fun it was to talk and train with you. He saw how your beautiful eyes sparkle when you talk with him. Something in him wanted to know if you also look at other men's like that.

He doesn't quite understand what's happening in him, but something inside him wanted to spend more time with you, even if you are a stranger to him! He didn't want you to lead a life without him and forget about him. He wanted to be there for you, to help you! Was that love? If so, then he would do anything to make sure that you were only his!

"Let us be together (Y/n)! I will help you with everything you need, just promise me that you only have eyes for me! You are mine."

[comically-callous]

Hello! I Hope You’re having a wonderful day/night. I was wondering if you can do a Wonka (2023) x reader where the reader is a show girl and is in love with Willy Wonka. And the reader works as a showgirl for slugworth (to Yk promote his chocolates). But reader and Willy falls for each other and it’s a whole forbidden love type thing since readers boss hates wonka.

Hello! Thanks so much for the request!! Gotta love the forbidden lovers trope (probably one of my favs tbh).

Willy Wonka x Showgirl!Reader (Wonka 2023)

Warnings!!!: Fem!reader, cursing (literally once, I'm pretty sure)

A/n: Baby's first request + Baby's first time posting fanfiction (AJGSHSHEJJXHDJDJ) Hope it's not awful.

Sometimes you wondered why you ever agreed to this job.

Being a showgirl wasn't as easy as a lot of people seemed to think it was.

Every other weekend, you performed at the local theatre to promote Mr. Slugworth's infamous chocolate. Two shows on Friday, two shows on Saturday.

Sounds easy enough. But, Mr. Slugworth insisted that no two shows could be the same.

Which meant that everyday you weren't performing, you were learning a new song and new choreography for your next performance. Which got very tiring very quickly.

Tonight was a particularly bad night. You were barely halfway through your show and already wanted to just collapse in the middle of the stage and sleep. Your costume felt tight, there was hardly anyone in the crowd, and your face hurt from how much you were smiling.

You had just finished your third number when the theatre doors opened. A young man walked through the doors. You recognized him from an incident in which he made your boss float through the air.

You briefly looked at him before going into your fourth number.

To your surprise, the man chose to sit right in the middle of the first row. Right in front of you. Now that he was closer you could see that he was actually pretty handsome. Dark brown curls that framed his face well and beautiful eyes that seemed to watch you in utter amazement...

You had to look away.

At the end of your performance, the man cheered loudly. Full on cheered, despite everyone else in the theatre simply clapping quietly.

He interested you with his sparkly eyes and bright smile. But, you knew you couldn't be interested. Your boss absolutely despised this guy. So, he wasn't cute and you weren't interested. That was that.

You were leaving the building through the back exit, happy to finally be out of your costume and headed home, when-

"Hi, there!"

"Ah!" You were startled by the sudden and enthusiastic greeting of... The guy you definitely didn't think was cute.

You sighed, regaining your composure after he had frightened you. "Hello." You said back simply.

"Sorry if I startled you there! I just wanted to compliment you." He said with a smile that for sure didn't make you want to swoon. "You are the most incredible singer that I've ever heard."

You couldn't help but feel flattered. "Thank y-"

"And you're an amazing dancer."

"Tha-"

"How do you even manage to dance in those tall, fancy heels?"

"I-"

"And isn't it strange to be taller than you usually are when you wear heels? Does that bother you at all?

You paused, making sure he was done talking before speaking again. "I guess being taller than usual would be strange at first. But, I'm used to wearing heels. So, being tall isn't weird for me."

"Like a giraffe." He said.

"Wha-"

"I'm Willy. Willy Wonka." He stuck his hand out.

You paused for a moment. Mr. Slugworth definitely wouldn't like the fact that you were talking to him... But, he wasn't here right now.

"I'm Y/n."

These little post-show conversations became something you looked forward to.

It was every Saturday, after your last performance of the night. He'd always be right outside the back exit waiting for you. Talking to him was always thrilling. Your heart beat a little faster whenever you were around him, breaking the rules... And maybe it was also because you thought he was cute.

You couldn't lie, over time, you'd grown to like him. And based on all of the lingering gazes and soft smiles he'd given you, you were pretty sure he liked you as well.

One day, you were backstage, looking into the mirror as you put on your makeup. You glanced up and in the reflection of the mirror was your boss, Mr. Slugworth.

This couldn't be good.

You turned around to face him. "Hello, Sir." You forced a polite smile.

"Yes, hello." He said with narrowed eyes. There was a brief moment of silence which you decided to fill.

"Did you want to talk to me about something?" You said, hoping the innocent head tilt you gave him was convincing.

"I know what you're doing." He said, ignoring your previous question.

Shit.

"One of my associates told me that they saw you and Mr. Wonka meeting behind this theatre every night."

You stayed silent. You knew you were guilty and you knew you probably couldn't talk your way out of this.

Mr. Slugworth continued. "I don't want an explanation or excuse from you. I just want you to agree to never speak with him again."

"What?!" You were shocked. He couldn't do this! He couldn't just tell you to stop talking to someone outside of work! He didn't have that power!...

Except, he kind of did. You knew how Mr. Slugworth was and you knew he wouldn't hesitate to fire you over something like this.

And that's why you agreed.

That night you left the theatre through the back exit like you always did. But, tonight you walked right past Willy.

"You were incredible tonight! I- Where are you going?"

You ignored him and kept walking. To your surprise, he began to follow you.

"You look sort of down.. Is something wrong? You can talk to me about it. I'm sure I can make you feel better!" He said as he continued to follow you.

He continued to try talking to you, and you continued to ignore him. He ended up following you all the way to your doorstep.

"Y/n? If it's something I did to upset you, I'm really sorry."

You took a deep breath and turned around, looking around to make sure no one was watching before you grabbed him and yanked him into your house.

As soon as he was in your house he looked around. "I like your curtains." He said.

"I'm not mad at you." You told him.

He smiled. "That's good to hear. I was already thinking of an apology chocolate recipe for you and it would've been-"

"Willy." He went quiet when you said his name. "Mr. Slugworth doesn't want me talking to you ever again."

"Oh?" He thought for a moment. "Well, that doesn't seem fair."

"Yeah. It isn't fair."

"Well, then don't listen to him." He made everything sound so simple. So easy. You wish you could see the world how he saw it.

"I can't just not listen to him. He's my boss." You looked at the ground. "And I need this job..."

Willy crossed his arms. He furrowed his brows in thought for a moment. "Huh."

...

"Huh." He looked back to you.

"What?"

"Why don't you just work for me?" He suggested with a smile. You were about to protest, but decided to hear him out. "Yeah! You can quit working for Slugworth, then you and I can update your act, and you can start promoting Wonka's Chocolate!" He said, excitedly pacing your small living area.

You thought over the plan. "Huh." You chuckled. "That's... Do you think that could work?"

He walked over to stand right in front of you, looking into your eyes. "I know it could work."

You shook your head with a smile. You were probably gonna regret this. "Let's do it."

"Yes!" Willy clapped and then stuck out his hand so that the two of you could shake on it. Instead of shaking his hand, you sort of let your emotions take control.

You grabbed his face and kissed him. After a moment you pulled away, a bit shocked at your own actions. You searched his face for any signs of discomfort and were met with a smile.

"That was better than a handshake." He said with a chuckle before leaning forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

Ok, you probably weren't gonna regret this.

[sukunastoy]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 1, Part 1 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

Continuation from the Prologue Here

⬇️PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING THE STORY! ⬇️

Modern age AU, no curses. Sukuna still has his tattoos, but his face ones are carefully hidden. This story is set in Japan, and I've done my best to implement real life into it. For example, tattoos in Japan are still taboo, and people associate them with the yakuza, so its not normal to see everyday people have them. Though I know I won't have all the details of modern day life in Japan correct, I hope you still enjoy.

Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader Content/Trigger warnings: In full on the Prologue chapter Wordcount: 4.1k+

This chapter is a backstory of how Toji and Reader met. Since Toji is not necessarily a main character in this story, I don't want to focus on a lot of detail for this backstory. But it needs to be told.

Toji and Reader are in high school, Toji is a senior, and reader is a freshman. Though I don't specifically put anything into detail, since everyone is a minor, you get the basic idea. Toji is not a good guy.

Since this is backstory, Sukuna isn't mentioned or appears in this chapter at all.

Sighing quietly, you stowed your street shoes in a cubby before putting the school slippers on. This semester came up too quickly. Your parents decided to move over the summer, so you were starting this new school year with no friends or acquaintances. Sure, making new friends wasn't the most impossible of tasks, but it could be difficult. Sitting alone in class was for the weirdos.

Not to mention, picking a club to participate in wasn't easy either. Usually, you and your friends would have joined in something together, so it didn't even matter what the club was. Now, you actually had to find something you might enjoy for the next few years to make friends. Browsing the choices during the first of many weekly assemblies, it was stressful to pick. After reading another pamphlet and being disappointed, you turned from the booth to head to the next, but bumped into what felt like a wall, nearly smooshing your nose into your face.

"Woah princess, those eyes of yours don't work?"

Rubbing your nose and cursing under your breath, you glanced up to the tall guy you just collided with, your cheeks easily becoming speckled with your embarrassment. "Uh, they work just fine. You're the one just standing in the way." you retort, trying to regain your dignity while others looked over in curiosity of the small situation. "And don't call me princess."

The guy chuckled and turned to fully face you, putting his hands up in a defensive way. "Calm down, no need to get all fussy. I'm just teasin'." He grinned and put a palm atop your head, slightly ruffling your hair that you had spent over an hour on this morning. A pretty little pout pulled your lips down and you swatted his hand away, bashful at his actions. "Well, excuse you." You snort out, lifting your nose and passing by him, though on the inside you were riddled with panic.

The guy watched as you walked away, though he couldn't deny he was intrigued with your little attitude. He smirked while licking his upper row of teeth before following. "You know, I haven't seen you before, new this year?"

Your frazzled expression didn't go unnoticed by him as you tried to walk faster, wanting to ignore him. Of course, him being much taller, it didn't take long for him to catch up with you once again. "M'guessing those ears of yours don't work either?" he teased, flicking your left ear gently. You whipped around to face him, cheeks puffed in irritation and shyness. "Why are you following me?"

"Just tryna' be friendly." he chuckled and leaned over, placing his palms on his knees to lower his face to yours. It only made the blush on your face darken.

"You think it's friendly to follow girls shorter than you?"

"Short girls that are cute." He smirked, tossing his head lightly to knock the black lochs from his eyes. His cockiness made you fidget and you tried to smile in defiance, not wanting to be flustered by this obviously older and attractive guy. Was he a senior?

"Name's Fushiguro, Toji." He stepped back to offer a little bow and you looked left and then right, afraid people might be watching this little interaction. Why was this guy talking to you? You were already feeling weird to be without your friends from middle school, and now this cute upperclassman was introducing himself to you?

"I, I'm L/N, F/N." You managed, giving a little polite bow in return. It wasn't a bad thing for someone to want to know your name, right? Maybe making new friends wouldn't be so difficult after all.

"So, you new here?"

You nodded while letting out a sigh. "Yeah, moved from Kyoto. My dad got a new business opportunity. So he goes wherever the money is. Just sucks because I had the same friends since I was a little kid, and now I have to start high school with no one." you gestured with you arms before letting them flop to your sides.

"That does suck. Highschool is a big deal, and to go in alone isn't that great. But hey, you know me now, yeah?" He smirked while pushing a thumb into his chest. "Well, I don't know you." you laughed, though smiling with fondness for at least having someone introduce themselves to you already on the first day. "Lets hang out after school, then you can get to know me."

"Damn, so your parents must be loaded then." Toji exclaimed after you presented more information about your home life, or lack of home life to be honest. "I guess. They're pretty absorbed into their jobs. I'm lucky if we even have dinner together a couple times a month. Usually my dad is at his office still working through the evening and my mom is visiting some of her clients." you shrugged while sitting on the bleachers with Toji near the track field. "My parents have basic jobs. They come home stressed and bitch and fight with each other and then my dad passes out drunk most of the time." He laughed as if it was just normal. "That really sucks." You murmured, looking to him with sympathy though he didn't seem to mind his home life.

"Hey, so one of my friends is having a party, or rather a gathering, Friday night for the new school year, wanna go with me?" He asked, changing the subject entirely.

"Oh, I dunno. I know how those parties are." you laughed while stuffing some of the club brochures into your bag. You'd have to pick something by next week, this was a tough choice.

"Ah c'mon. Its not one of those where people are just fucking on couches everywhere." He said so nonchalantly through a laugh.

Your face burned with his lewd comment and you hoisted your bag over your shoulder. "I should head home." You stated, taking your phone out to text your parents that you were on the way, not that they would really pay attention, or even respond.

Sensing your uneasiness, he stood up as well, taking hold of your wrist gently. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that. It's just a simple get together for everyone to meet and get acquainted before we get too far into the semester. A good way to meet new people and make friends." He said with a suggesting tone, noticing you didn't have anyone else talk with you all day.

"I don't know if a freshman girl should show up to a party with a senior guy." You laughed, gently tugging your wrist against his grip. "Look, just think about it. I can pick you up at like 7, and I'll bring you back at an early time." He offered, and then took your phone from your other hand. You tried to protest but he smirked and held your phone up out of your reach, going into your contacts and adding his number in. You tried to climb up higher to get your device but he pressed call on your phone to make his phone ring, easily getting your contact info into his own phone.

"Did you just get my number?" You pouted, finally able to snag your phone back after standing on a taller bleacher row. He chuckled while letting you get it back. "It's your first year of high school. Don't be boring and stay at home. Come out, meet some people, have a good time. Where's the harm in that?"

The blush on your face refused to leave, and you pulled your lips in. "I think you're going to be a bad influence, Mr. Fushiguro." You stuck your tongue out while hopping down to the lower bleacher row.

"Maybe." He said while ruffling your hair again. You scowled and quickly whipped around, though losing your footing in the process. A little scream fell from your lips as gravity began to pull you, but it was cut off as Toji quickly caught you with a strong arm around your waist.

"Apparently, your little feet don't like to work either." He said quietly, holding you safely to keep you from falling.

Your hands had instinctively grasped onto his shirt and you gulped hard as he pulled you back up, the two of you standing ridiculously close together. Okay, this guy was incredibly hot, but he was several years older than you. Sure, a lot of senior guys dated freshmen girls, it was rather cliche. But jumping into that immediately upon starting high school wasn't in your plans at all.

"I, I have to go!" You nearly bleated out, letting go of him and turning to run down the bleachers, hoping you wouldn't trip and fall flat on your face.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" he yelled after you, raising a hand to wave as you continued your flustered run from him.

Friday, 6:55 PM

Sitting on your bed, you looked over the upcoming school schedule, planning your study time that was soon to start once you were assigned homework. When your phone dinged out with a message, you glanced to it curiously, hoping it was a continuing conversation from one your friends that you moved away from.

-"Hey, I'm here. Come on out."-

"What?" You said aloud, re-reading the message a few times to make sure you understood it. -"Nice try. You don't even know where I live."- You texted back through a laugh, shaking your head at his obvious joke.

Hearing a knock upon the front door down the hall, you completely froze. No way he was actually here, right? You slowly slid off your bed, going to your door and looking out as the knocking came again. Tiptoeing down the hall, you gulped as there was another knock right as you reached the door. You looked through the peephole, and nearly dropped your jaw when you saw Toji on the other side. The two of you got to see each other at school all week, as he sat with you at lunch and after school. It was nice, honestly. Having at least one person you were happy to see when you arrived each day. It made you feel less nervous walking into a school full of new people.

"Oh my god, are you a stalker?" You playfully gasped while opening the front door dramatically. An arrogant grin adorned his face as he shrugged in response. "Told you I'd be here. And you don't look ready at all, tsk tsk." You stuck your tongue out to him and turned to walk down your hall, leaving the door open so he could come in. "I honestly wasn't expecting you to show up at my house."

"Hey, I'm a man of my word." He chuckled and closed your front door before following you down the hall. "Your parents home?" "Nope. I mostly only see them in the mornings, if they're in town. Like I said, I'd be lucky if we even eat dinner together a couple times a month. Mom is in Kyoto and dad is in Osaka. They couldn't even bother to be here for my first week of starting high school."

You grumbled while rummaging through your closet, trying to find something cute to quickly change into while Toji casually looked around  your room. "Damn, got enough stuffed animals on your bed?" He snorted and you pouted to him while pulling out a short, little dress. "Stuffed animals are great to have on the bed."

"I think I'd much rather have a girl on my bed than some stuffed animals."

You rolled your eyes while holding up the dress to yourself and looking in the mirror. "You boys all have a one set mind. Doesn't it get boring?" "Boring? Absolutely not. How can you say sex is boring?" He laughed while plopping down onto your bed, some of your stuffed animals falling over against him. You shrugged nonchalantly and turned away from him, hiding behind your closet door to change. "Well, I've never done it, so I guess I can't have an opinion on it."

Of course, you weren't aware of the interest you just sparked in this guy. He also wouldn't let you know that if he leaned back enough, he could see your reflection in the nearby mirror as you changed, despite you thinking you were out of sight. A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched your young and untouched body with perverse desire. The younger girls were more susceptible to his advances, not usually ones to put up a fight or resist because they were ignorant and shy. He cocked a brow at your lacy thong before letting out a slow breath of air to calm himself.

Patience. Must be patient.

"Oh, a gentleman." you cooed as Toji opened the passenger door for you to his car, well, his dad's car. You got in, tucking your short dress under your thighs while doing so.

"I'm full of surprises." He smirked, leaning in and buckling you into the seat before you had a chance to do it yourself. Your breath hitched at his closeness and feeling his palm brush over your thighs while he moved the seatbelt across your lap. He turned his head and smirked at you before stepping back and closing the car door. A little shaky breath left your lips as you sat alone for a moment. This was certainly new for you, and you weren't sure if the pounding in your heart was from happiness or anxiety. Or maybe a mix of both. Your parents never paid a lot of attention to what you did, but you really weren't a wild child. Maybe you never let yourself get into situations that could be a mix of excitement and adventure. This senior guy was clearly flirting with you, so what? People flirt all the time. Its fun and innocent. Especially being new to town and to school, you weren't going to deny the attention from someone. Not like you got any from home.

"So, are you some stalker or something? I never gave you my address." You teased, looking over to Toji as he drove. "Maybe I followed you home." He said with a fake scary voice and you scoffed while rolling your eyes playfully. "Well, you did say you followed short girls." "Short girls that are cute." he corrected. You blushed at his handsome grin and looked the other way out of the window, letting the thought of how he knew where you lived leave your mind. Oh, you poor girl. You clearly had no idea the kind of guy Toji Fushiguro was. Or rather, the kind of monster he'd turn out to be.

It was definitely one of those types of parties. A lot of the other students in attendance were seniors and juniors. There were a handful of sophomores, and you weren't sure if there were any other freshman besides yourself or not. There was the usual drink buffet in the kitchen as most parties had, and you were more than certain someone had spiked everything, so you drank with caution. This might not be your normal scene, but you weren't going to be a chicken shit and whimp out. A senior guy, a hot senior guy, invited you here. No one was being rude to you, and other than seeing several people making out in various corners, grinding on each other on couches, or rolling joints in little huddles, nothing dangerously bad was happening. You still stuck close to Toji, only cause you had no idea who anyone was. A couple other guys had commented on your sexy little dress, and you can't deny the little thrill of approval you got from it. However, Toji didn't approve of their little comments. He'd give a dirty look to any guy making a comment on your dress, telling them to piss off. You thought it was cute, and you admired the little protective side he was showing, especially when he put an arm around your shoulder each time another guy was too interested in the amount of skin you were showing off.

"Are you jealous?" you teased while getting another drink from the kitchen. "Heh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He snorted while getting a beer from the fridge. "Maybe? Cute, little freshman girl with a big, jealous senior guy? I have scary dog privilege." You laughed while pushing against his arm playfully. He drank his beer while smirking down to you. "I'll fight anyone that tries to touch what's mine." A shudder went through your body, and it wasn't of fear or worry. It was a new feeling of interest and curiosity. Maybe it was the spiked drink, or the result of growing hormones, you weren't sure. "Okay, I really need to use the bathroom." You quickly excused yourself before the blush on your face could get any more intense, shuffling past others to head in the direction you hoped was right.

You splashed some water on your face and let out a heavy breath, calming your nerves. Were you feeling, turned on? Sure you were still young, but you knew people who had started fooling around when they were your age and even younger. But, you've never done anything with anyone before. You always tried to be on your best behavior for the sake of your parents, but you were really bummed from the recent and sudden move. It was a new place, new people, a new school year. It should be harmless to have fun and play around. Teenagers messed around a lot. Wasn't uncommon. You didn't want to come off as immature or a prude when you finally got your moment. But, you definitely knew you didn't want that moment to happen any time soon.

When you came back from the bathroom, Toji was in some drinking contest with another guy, and you watched with amusement while sipping on your obviously spiked drink. It was fruity, and had a little kick to it, but it tasted good. You were feeling a little fuzzy though, and it didn't help with how you viewed Toji. When he slammed his empty drink down on the counter and licked his lower lip, you swallowed hard. You were definitely falling into some cliche scene right now, but whatever. It was cliche cause it happened often, and was pretty normal.

When he noticed you, he left the guys and headed your head, a big grin on his face. "Like what you see? You're staring at me like you're hungry." "Maybe I'm just hungry." you said while setting your now empty cup down. "Wanna ditch this and get some real food? Just the two of us then?"

Your heart skipped a little beat at the idea of sitting down at a restaurant with just the two of you. Felt like a little date. Is this how dates went? You asked if he was good to drive, which he waved you off and said obviously. Apparently he'd already been drinking for a few years, and some beers and a few shots at a party weren't anything to get him too intoxicated. Good for him, cause your head was pretty foggy still.

He took you to a decent little restaurant, and you smiled bashfully when he got out of the car and opened your door for you before you could even get unbuckled. "You just continue to be a gentleman." you laugh, shaking your thighs to make sure your short dress wasn't up too high as you stepped out of the car. "All for you, princess."

"Nah, you don't want that." Toji laughed as you started to name off what you'd like to eat. "No?" "It wouldn't be good." "Well what should I order then? Since you seem to know more than me." You stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled while looking over the menu. "Here, this. It tastes way better anyway." He pointed to something and you shrugged. "Fine with me then." It didn't seem like a lot of food came with his choice, but it was delicious. Nothing wrong with great tasting food. You did enjoy Toji making an effort to keep talking with you though, and not just checking out his phone, even though you heard it chime several times while the two of you ate. The food also helped clear your mind a bit, getting the buzz out of your system. Though, you still admired him all the same.

"Shit..." Toji grumbled while putting his face into his hand. "What's wrong?" "I forgot my fucking wallet at home." He sighed heavily, rechecking his pockets. "Oh, no problem." You said while finishing the food in your mouth. "I can pay for it." "It doesn't particularly look good if I let the girl pay for dinner." He scoffed, looking aggravated about his wallet.  You shrugged and pulled your wallet from your purse. "I can just give the money to you and then you can pay for it."  "You sure?" "It's not that big of a deal. My parents give me plenty of money all the time. I think it's their way of pretending they're in my life." You laughed a little sadly while handing over a decent amount of cash. He looked at it in surprise but didn't hesitate to take it from you.  "I appreciate it." 

Toji put the car into park outside of your home and you let out a heavy breath while looking over to him. "Well, this was actually a pretty fun night."  "Yeah?" He grinned over to you while putting an arm behind your headrest. "Glad you had a good time. Told you it wouldn't be that bad."  You smiled and held the hem of your dress, experiencing those fuzzy feelings all over again. You could have sworn he was leaning in a little closer to you, and you'd be lying if you weren't leaning in more to him as well. 

One of his large hands slipped up under your chin, pulling you into him as his lips connected with yours. Your eyes widened in shock, but you didn't move back from him, you weren't sure you could even if you wanted to. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, both of his hands suddenly gripped onto your arms, pulling you from your seat and into his onto his lap.  "T-Toji!" you whimpered through his lips, finally pulling away and looking up to quickly breathe as his mouth moves down to your neck, sucking on your skin and making you tremble. It certainly sent feelings through your body you never experienced, but feeling what was growing between his legs caused you to panic and you put your hands against his chest. His hands started to slide your dress up from your thighs and you shook your head, trying to struggle in his grip.  "Wait, please, not like this, Toji please." You begged through panting, closing your eyes tightly.

He pulls back from you, aggravated but nodding his head in understanding. "Sorry princess, little bit of that alcohol still getting to me." You're lightheaded while still in his lap, trying not to let your own recent alcohol fuzzed mind lead you into something you weren't ready for. A heavy blush comes across your face as he sighs and gently kisses your forehead, holding you close while opening the door. "Mind if I come in and get something to drink, let the rest of this buzz wear off?" You quickly nodded while licking your lips, still embarrassed from what just happened. You've literally never kissed a guy on the cheek before, let alone get a mouth full of tongue.  Your breath was shaky as you changed in your room, and you looked at yourself in the mirror, not sure if you should be happy or ashamed. 

"Would you like some hot tea?" Toji asks through your closed door and you smiled to yourself. He was really nice though. "Yes please!" you called back, putting on some comfy clothes to relax in.  You sat in the living room, excitedly texting your friends that you just had your first kiss, and with a senior guy no less. They certainly cheered you on, saying it was about time.  Toji glanced to you from the kitchen, seeing you were preoccupied on your phone. He chuckled to himself, pulling out a small packet from his pocket. Checking on you one final time, he made sure you weren't going to look up as he poured the contents of the packet into your tea.  "Here, princess." Toji grinned with charm while handing you the cup of hot tea. You smiled fondly up to him, slowly blowing over the top of it and getting more comfy onto the couch.  "Thank you, Toji." You said before taking a small sip. He nodded with an arrogant grin on his face, drinking his own cup of tea.  "Of course, hope it tastes alright?" "Tastes perfect." You smiled, feeling giddy while still texting your friends and taking another big drink.

I hope you enjoyed! <3 I'm happy to actually be writing this story again. I truly LOVE comments so please leave some! They make me smile so much. ヾ(•ω•`)o

The next chapter will be the final part of the backstory before I more or less fast forward it several years. This wasn't included in my original story, because I didn't think it would be approved of or liked, but like I said, I'm writing this now the way I've wanted. <3

[freelancearsonist]

el chico del apartamento 512

➔ Frankie Morales x gn!Reader - 1.6k

➔ There's a rumor going around your building about the resident of apartment 512, and you're eager to investigate.

➔ Rated PG-13 for allusions to sex but otherwise just some plain old fluff and fun. post movie canon wife and kid erasure sorry, takes place in colombia, both reader and frankie speak spanish and everything is translated.

➔ this is my entry for the Selena Drabble Challenge hosted by mi esposa @fhatbhabie <3 sorry i've been sitting on this forever hehe but i hope you enjoy

Frankie barely manages to pull himself out of the slump he’s in for the first year or so after the absolute disaster in the Andes.

He misses his family, misses his friends, misses his crew–his brothers. He tries to convince himself that it’s for the best, that it’s only a matter of time before those assholes who were in cahoots with Lorea come after him–that the people he loves will be safer and happier if he’s not around them when it happens. And most of the time he can block all that sadness and pain out by throwing his whole mind and body into the earnest construction job he picks up in this new town within this new country. But it catches up to him late at night in dreams and quiet whispers of intrusive thoughts; that he’s a coward for abandoning the ones that needed him most, that he could’ve done more to make that damned mission less of a disaster. That he could’ve come out of it rich and happy if he wasn’t such a fuck-up.

He wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, an ache so deep in his chest that it feels like he’s been shot. He clutches at his sternum and tries to catch his breath but he can’t. His body wracks with sobs and he knows he’ll never be okay again.

But somehow, he ends up okay anyway. Somehow, he falls back to sleep just to repeat the cycle the next day.

There’s a rumor going around amongst your neighbors that apartment 512 is haunted.

People hear things–weird things. Screaming, crying, banging–and always at the dead of night. And everyone swears up and down that they’ve never seen the guy who supposedly lives there. The people who say they have seen him get more dramatic with their descriptions every time–toweringly tall, shoulders that could stand up to a wrecking ball, hauntingly sad eyes and gaunt face. It’s like he’s a thing of legend–a story they tell their kids to make sure they behave. “Don’t run in the halls or the guy from apartment 512 will get you.”

You figure he’s probably just some guy who works long hours and likes to watch horror movies to unwind or something–not a monster or a ghost, just misunderstood. You haven’t seen the guy yourself, but you kinda like him anyway. The building’s certainly been a lot quieter since he moved in… well, everywhere except his own apartment, at least. 

You find yourself keeping a more vigilant eye out, alert to any face in the building that doesn’t look familiar. It seems kinda silly to want to see someone you don’t know, but you’re a little nosy and a little more than curious. If there’s some truth to the rumors that have been going around by the people who claim to have seen him, you want to find out for yourself.

It’s a completely ordinary night when you notice an unfamiliar face in the mailroom, and you have to do a double take. This stranger is handsome–tall and dark with shaggy brown hair and an even shaggier patch of stubble across his jaw.

He’s just standing there, staring blankly at a row of mailboxes, looking so… foreboding. You approach slowly, cautiously; part of you thinks you should just walk away and let this man do whatever he’s doing. But there’s a large, louder part of you that approaches with curiosity. There’s just something about him that draws you in, that makes you put on your best smile and ask, “Señor? Necesitas ayuda?” (Do you need help, sir?)

He blinks slowly, heavily, and then dark brown eyes flicker towards you.

“Oh!” He clears his throat and it’s like he’s coming back from an out of body experience–the color returns to his face, his eyes lose that glassy sheen, and his posture loosens a bit. He looks friendly now, sheepish even. He wrings his big hands and shifts on his feet, as if he’s been caught at a vulnerable moment. “Lo siento, estaba en la nube.” (Sorry, I was spacing out.)

“Está bien,” you tell him with your most disarming smile. “Andas buscando algo?” (It’s okay. / Are you looking for something?)

“No, solo estoy recopilando mi correo,” he rumbles before flashing you the most charming smile you’ve ever seen in your life. (No, I’m just getting my mail.)

He fishes through his pockets and finds a small silver key–and then he inserts it into the box labeled “512”.

“Tú vives en el apartamento 512?” There’s a strange air of reverence in your voice despite trying to hide it. This is the guy everyone’s been talking about, and he doesn’t seem nearly as monstrous as everyone tried to make him sound. (You live in apartment 512?)

“Uhhh… sí?” He chuckles and looks over to you, and you can see the way his brow furrows at the look of shocked surprise on your face.

You realize you’re actually gaping open-mouthed at the poor guy, and you snap your mouth closed as soon as you see the little crease between his brows deepen. Not soon enough for it to go unnoticed, though–the corner of his mouth flickers up in a pseudo-smirk, and god he’s handsome.

“No hemos tenido la oportunidad de conocernos aún.” You look up at him and give your best, winning smile as you give him your name. There’s a strange, fluttery feeling in your stomach as his dark eyes meet yours–have you mentioned how handsome he is? (We haven’t had the chance to meet yet.)

“Mucho gusto,” he says with a smile. “Soy Frankie. Supongo que vives en el edificio también?” (Nice to meet you. / I’m Frankie. I’m guessing you live in the building too?)

“Oh, sí,” you say with a slight laugh. “No soy ningún tipo de acosador, vivo en el apartamento 526.” (Oh, yes. / I promise I’m not some kind of creep, I live in apartment 526.)

And then you catch his eyes dragging along your form, not even the least bit subtle, and you try your best to be nonchalant about the way you have to lean against the wall to avoid melting into a puddle on the mailroom floor; especially when you see those full lips of his curve into a smile, and you know he’s liking what he’s seeing.

“Nah, no creo que seas un acosador,” he hums–and there’s that damned smirk again. If you don’t get out of here you’re going to start drooling. (I don’t think you’re a creep.)

He grabs two letters from his mailbox, examines the envelopes, and then unceremoniously dumps them both into the trashcan in the corner with a mumbled, “Malditas estafas por correo.” (Damn junk mail.)

“Eso es lo único que recibo ahora también,” you tell him sympathetically. (That’s all I get anymore too.)

He brushes past you slightly as he moves to the door, and you get a whiff of distinctly woody cologne that makes your heart pick up a beat. You try to act normal and go to open your own mailbox, but he stops in the narrow doorway and leans against the jam to look at you.

“Te volveremos a ver aquí?” (Will I see you around again?)

You think the rumors about him were right, at least a little bit. He’s towering and imposing–he fills the entire doorway with ease. He’s firm and broad and sturdy and big. Maybe he would be intimidating to someone else, but all you can think about is climbing him like a tree.

“Sí. Puedes verme cuando tú quieras.” (You can see me whenever you want to.)

His eyes flicker indecisively for a moment, and then he draws his bottom lip between his teeth. “Qué tal viernes por la noche?” (What about Friday night?)

You try not to focus on how you want him to bite into you like that as you tell him, “Sí, eso sería perfecto.” (Yes, that would be perfect.)

“Perfecto. Te veré luego.” And then he flashes you that damned adorable boyish smile again before he retreats from the mailroom. You think he’s going to be trouble for you. (Perfect. I’ll see you then.)

The monthly building meeting is Saturday morning, and you’re glad to see Frankie’s decided to join in finally. Everyone throws curious looks his way as he walks through the room towards where you’re seated, but no one is curious or brave enough to ask who he is.

“Buenos días, querida,” he murmurs, discreetly ghosting a kiss against your cheek as he drops into the seat beside yours. There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes as they trail over your outfit: the same one you wore to dinner last night, the same one you picked up off his bedroom floor this morning and shoved on hastily to get to this meeting in time. (Good morning, dear.)

Before you get a chance to respond, your neighbor from across the hall plunks down in the seat on your other side.

“Escuchaste ese ruido anoche?” She asks, sounding more amused than annoyed. (Did you hear that noise last night?)

“Qué ruido?” You ask with a raised brow. (What noise?)

She smirks with satisfaction, like she knows something you don’t. And then she looks pointedly between you and Frankie. “Suena como si nuestro fantasma en el apartamento 512 hubiera conseguido un socio para él.” (It sounds like our ghost in apartment 512 got himself a partner.)

You nearly choke on your own tongue, but Frankie just chuckles raspily and wraps an arm around your shoulders. He learned all about the rumors from you last night over dinner, and he thinks they’re hilarious. Besides, they’ll die out soon enough anyway–he’s never slept quite as peacefully as he did last night in your arms–if he doesn’t feed them a little bit. And if feeding the rumors means keeping you moaning and groaning the way he did last night, he can’t say he minds it one bit.

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[ghostingaces]

We Need To Talk About Glass | 141 x Reader/Oc

Synopsis; There’s something not right about the rookie

Warnings; vague horror themes and foul language

Notes; Glass is technically an oc but I don’t mention a name or physical description in this, even though she has one, is because this is kind of like a screen test for her. The only description so far is she's tall, Irish, and has plale eyes. This au is also inspired by this and this which I absolutely adore. This is my first piece of writing on this site so I hope you enjoy.

Its also only Price and Ghost for now. It’s a bit rough. Part Two here.

▄︻̷̿┻̿═━ 一

Most of the file before him was blacked out.

Rows upon rows of dark lines stared back at him as he flickered through the manilla folder, crime scene like photos of bloodshed tacked to pages after pages of mission reports. Occasionally the repetitive drivel would be interrupted by a disciplinary report, but those were drowned out with commendations.

“No picture?” Prime hummed as he flipped back to the first page.

“No Sir” The Irish Ranger in front of him answers. He's a tall man, bald with keen green eyes, and the rookies former CO. Lieutenant Byrne. A respectable and very capable man. A man who’s knuckles had been bone white on the file when he handed it over, green gaze refusing to flicker over the pictures he had probably seen dozens of times already. He had probably lived through several.

Price cast his gaze back down to the first page of the rookies file. Her name was simple and easy to remember, but distinct enough to suit her stature. He read it twice again just to make sure that it stuck though.

 He rubbed his eyes as an uncomfortable itch overtook them.

“Infiltration, demolitions, interrogation, guerrilla warfare..., Jack of all trades aren't you...” He read over the callsign inscribed on the page “Glass”

The figure in the corner nodded. A scratchy voice echoed from behind the balaclava “Yes sir”

He had barley noticed the woman when she had walked into the briefing room behind Lieutenant Byrne. Draped in all black and of a similar stature to the man, she had seemed more of a shadow then person. By the time Price had realised she wasn't just an apparition, she had retreated into the dark like she belonged there. 

“Before you're cleared for active duty you'll run some sims with the team” He explained. He settled his gaze on where he thought her eyes would be but could only see the shimmer of something staring back at him.

“Yes Sir”

“Even after that you won't be let out on the field for a while, not until you sim scores are perfect. Any objections?”

“No Sir”

“I expect perfection for my team, no room for mistakes.” Price stood from his desk and circled it slowly so he could sit closer to Glass (what was her name again?) and stare into the depths of the shadows that covered her “Understood”

There was what he perceived as a nod “Yes Sir”

“Good.” He grunted before reaching out to the other ranger for a grateful handshake “Lieutenant Byrne, thank you for the introduction but I can take it from here”

“Of course Sir” The irishman smiled aloofly has he shook the captains hand, grip firm, before stepping back closer to the woman “I’ll be out of you hair by the morning.”

Captain Price nodded with an amicable smile and watched as Byrne stepped closer to the woman who had moved to face him. They spoke in hushed voices, a flush of cold sweat gathering across the mans bald head, and what sounds like him snapping out a small ‘behave’ bounced around the room before he moved briskly to the door.  It open with a scream of rusted hinges.

“Good luck Sir” Lieutenant Byrne smile tightly and shut the door behind him.

Good luck?

Price watched him go, head turned towards the door, before looking back to Glass.

She was closer than before.

A lot closer.

He could make out the structure of sharp bones under the black balaclava, high cheeks and an almost roman nose, as well as tired pale eyes that seemed to look perpetually glassy. He looked away when the itch returned. John huffed, callused hands rubbing his eyes softly, and watched in his peripheral is Glass continued to stare.

When the ache subsided, he offered a hand to shake “Welcome to the 141″

The corners of her eye crinkled every so slightly and he caught what looked like a smile in her dead eyes “Happy to be here Sir”

He could feel the ice of her skin through her gloves when they shook hands. Something distinctly wrong settled in his chest as he stared into her almost fake looking eyes. (Iris too glass like, pupils to much like a void)

What was her name again?

▄︻̷̿┻̿═━ 一

There was something wrong with Glass.

Something almost artificial, something uneven in the way she walked. Something doll like in the way she turned her head.

Ghost, the paranoid man that he was, noticed it first.

Noticed the lights that flickered when she walked into the room, a figure that wasn't her appearing in the shadow, before the bulbs would return to their usual florescent glow. The woman didn't seem to notice (or she didn't care) and was content to to carry on with her day. Ghosts eyes would follow her though, catching her gaze in the mirror she walked past. (He knew for a fact all the mirrors in her room were covered)

Her reflection would linger a moment while her body walked on.

Every instance of wrongness was so quick.

Too quick, like she was teasing him. 

Daring him to say something.

He never told anyone he saw it happen

She made attempts to be normal. Well versed on most topics, she held up conversation easily (if you could ignore you own voice echoing back at you occasionally) but her gaze seemed to pierce through you. Glassy. Fake. Eyes more lifeless than the taxidermy deer head his father hung above the mantle.

He’d watch her for the rest of the day. 

He'd watch as she stalked from room to room, lingering in the back, ghoulishly pale eyes fixated on the people that milled about, as if waiting on one to walk off alone so she could follow. Stalking like a predator, like something hungry. 

People had been going MIA recently 

He’d never seen her eat, never drink, never seen a sliver of skin that wasn't the greasepaint covered flesh around her eyes. Hands constantly bound in leather gloves, tall body locked away in layers of black fabric and body armour. However, in spite of the heavy boots she wore, her steps were basically soundless. She moved like smoke.

“Keep sneaking up on me and I might shoot you” He had snapped one day, tone playful but a genuine threat thinly veiled in his words. He wasn't comfortable with her at his back, not with the knife always on her belt.

Glass has simply laughed, the sound as grating as nails on a chalk board, before she slinked off to to bother Soap or linger in Prices shadow, knife hilt glittering like polished gold.

A Celtic cross was carved into the handle.

A similar gold one hung from a thin chain around her neck, weathered with age and handling, but meticulously cared for.

Soap had asked is she believed in God when he first saw it dangling around her throat, polished gold blindingly vibrant against the blood and black of her tac vest. The chain was short which made the sigil sit right on her breastbone, right above rows of magazines waiting to be used.

Glass had chuckled hoarsely, like she thought having faith in something was more of a desperate joke more than anything else, before spinning a painful vague story about a grandmother and family heirlooms.

Ghost new many people in the service who believed in one god or another, he knew how important it was in a job like this to have something to hold onto to ground yourself when the bullets started flying and bodies dropped around you. Knew it was better to have anything than to let horror of the job eat you alive.

But Glass?

He knew no god could help that creature.

[cecilysass]

Negotiation

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They’ve been debating which case to work on next week so long that the car windows are all Rorschach test splotches of fog.

There’s a moment’s lull in conversation. Mulder reaches into the console, fishes out his bag of seeds and pulls it apart. His eyes lock on twin silhouettes in trench coats moving through the mist about twenty feet outside their car.

“You know, I hear they’re more than just partners,” he offers in a conversational tone.

“Who?”

“Gillis and Perez,” Mulder says, cracking open a sunflower seed, gesturing out the front windshield. “That’s the water cooler gossip, anyway.”

“Spending a lot of time at the water cooler, Mulder?”

“I’m in the know, Scully.”

They’ve been waiting in the car outside a row of weather-battered warehouses for two hours, part of a coordinated raid that hasn’t gotten its go-ahead yet. There have been days of briefings and prep, but something seems to have gone to shit, because they’re sitting positioned with practically the entire Bureau twiddling their thumbs. Dressed for action with no place to go.

Mulder suspects they’re probably not really necessary in this operation, which is about the size of the invasion of Normandy. They’d probably not be missed if they drove off and went to pick up some hamburgers.

But they’re nothing if not team players. And besides, this isn’t so bad. Scully sighs next to him, and he subtly glances at her. She’s leaning back against the seat, the soft arch of her neck exposed and her lips slightly parted. There are worse ways to spend an evening.

He turns back to watching Gillis and Perez through the front window. They’re dutifully walking the perimeter of the closest building.

The two agents don’t look overtly romantic, he decides. If it’s true, they’re discreet. They do walk side by side, very little distance between them, but they don’t touch one another. Gillis is a tall woman, so she stands almost at Perez’s height, and their heads keep arching towards one another to talk.

He wonders what they’re talking about. It could be anything—the raid, the weather, their favorite sexual positions.

Scully’s eyes track them, too, seeming to note every possible tiny physical clue.

“Hmm,” she says slowly and thoughtfully, “I admit, that’s interesting.”

“Interesting that it’s an open secret and there don’t seem to be any repercussions?”

“Yes,” Scully says, pushing back against the seat and stretching out her limbs like a cat. “And interesting in other ways, too.” She reaches down and, peeking first, helps herself to some of his sunflower seeds, her small hand slipping into the bag’s interior without crackling the wrapper.

Mulder makes an affirmative humming sound. “I thought so, too.”

“I mean, on some level it’s perfectly understandable,” Scully adds, placing some seeds between her lips, her eyes still focused out the window where the pair have disappeared around the corner. “They’re both very attractive. It’s hard to date in this job. People have needs.”

Mulder glances at her warily again. Jaw working on his own handful of seeds, he doesn’t answer right away, cautiously processing this statement. “Sure,” he says mildly. “I guess you’re right.”

And then the car is quiet, only the sound of cracking seeds and the rustling of the bag as he reaches for more.

“Actually,” Scully says casually, “it makes me think that we could do something like that.”

Mulder turns to her. “Something like what?”

“What Gillis and Perez are doing.”

“What?” He blinks rapidly. “Are you being serious?”

“Yes,” she says. Staring out the front window, she certainly appears serious, if a little uptight.

“You’re teasing, right?”

She looks down and carefully smooths the dark pants she wore for the raid, as if she has just noticed many sudden wrinkles. “If you don’t want to, fine. I was just raising the idea.”

“Raising… the idea,” he repeats, bewildered.

“Okay, Mulder,” she says with a small sigh. “I get it. It’s out of the question.”

“I’m just shocked that you would bring it up like … that you would just … it’s unexpected.”

“Let’s change the subject then. How do you like the Knicks this year?”

“I mean…” Mulder runs his hands down the sides of his face, dragging his cheeks. “What are you suggesting, exactly? How would you see it working?”

Scully’s eyes flash to his. “I’m not suggesting something in particular. It would be open to negotiation.”

“Open to negotiation,” Mulder says, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jesus, Scully.”

“What’s your concern exactly?”

“So this would be a ‘meeting needs’ kind of deal,” he says, using finger quotes. “A ‘taking care of basic urges’ situation.”

“That’s one possibility,” she says brusquely.

Mulder’s head twists rapidly back towards her. “What are the other possibilities?”

“Well,” Scully says. Her face changes color. “It could be a little more traditional than that, I suppose.”

“Traditional like what?”

“I don’t know, Mulder,” she says, throwing her hands up. “It would be open to negotiation. Is there an arrangement you would prefer?”

“To be honest,” he says, “I’d prefer not to have an arrangement at all.”

“Then we certainly don’t have to discuss it any more.” Her lips draw tightly.

“No, no,” he says, and he reaches out to place his hand on hers without thinking. “That came out wrong.”

“Mulder,” she says, stiffening under his touch, “let’s just gracefully drop it, okay? I regret bringing it up.”

“I just don’t want an arrangement,” he repeats meaningfully. “I don’t want a negotiation.”

“I get it,” she says shortly, jerking her hand out from under his.

“No,” he says. “No, you don’t.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s not that I don’t want … what you suggest. I’ve thought about it. A lot. Maybe too much.”

Scully’s mouth twitches at the corners as she apparently absorbs this. “Okay,” she responds. A pause. “Then why not?”

Mulder rubs his temples aggressively.

“I don’t think I could do it without … all of it. I mean, that’s not strictly true. I could do it. I’m only human. But I think it would end … really badly.”

“End badly how?”

“I don’t know about you, but to me sometimes it seems like things are too complicated between us already. This would be upping the ante. I’m pretty sure I’d always be wanting the whole thing.”

She’s confused. “What do you mean by ‘all of it?’ The ‘whole thing?’ We could negotiate that, if you wanted it. Make it part of the arrangement.”

“Scully,” he says in a fond, exasperated tone. “You can’t negotiate being in love. You know that, right?”

He thinks for a moment she’s not going to respond.

“And that’s what … you want?”

“Well, it’s probably not something I’m going to have a ton of willpower about, so don’t test me,” he says with a rueful hitch in his voice. “But in my experience, it’s a bad idea to enter into a sexual relationship with someone you’re in love with if they’re not in love with you.”

Scully is very still, apparently reacting to the implied revelation. He steels himself for more.

“I admit, I’ve done it in the past,” Mulder says. He’s proud of how calm he sounds. “I might even be prone to it, whatever that says about me. It’s ended in spectacular fucking heartbreak. You think it will work out, that you’ll convince the person, and it feels real. But it’s not. And in those cases, it wasn’t like…” He breaks off. “Well, it wasn’t like this partnership. Which, as I hope you know, is ... already different from most other kinds of relationships. I just think this would be a lot worse. More painful.” He hesitates before saying the last word. “Devastating.”

They don’t say anything for a moment. Scully has a strange, almost dazed expression on her face.

“Gillis and Perez,” Scully says, gesturing to where they’d walked around the corner. “Is that a meeting-basic-needs situation?”

“I have no idea,” Mulder says. “Maybe. Or maybe they’re one another’s soulmates. I don’t know. Water cooler didn’t cover that.”

She nods once. He hears her toying with the edge of the sunflower seed bag.

“For what it’s worth,” she says, after a moment, “I didn’t bring up the meeting-basic-needs idea. You did.”

Mulder’s brow furrows. “Did I? I thought you mentioned ‘needs.’”

“I used the word ‘negotiation,’” she continues, in her precise work voice. “Which doesn’t really reveal anything about the feelings of any of the parties. It just means parameters would have to be agreed on in advance.”

“I guess,” Mulder says doubtfully.

“I don’t know if it would be as risky as you’re thinking,” she adds with finality. “It seems to me that you’re making some faulty assumptions.”

“I don’t think I am,” Mulder says stubbornly. “I know myself pretty well, and I know my feelings.”

“Yes,” she replies, “but you don’t know mine.”

A pause.

“No,” he says in a different tone. “Now that you mention it, no, I guess I don’t.”

“It never occurred to me that we would have an arrangement without … attachment. I suppose I took the attachment for granted.”

“Attachment?”

She nods shortly.

“And by attachment, you mean…?”

She bites her lip and rolls her eyes. “Mulder.”

“That embarrasses you, Scully? Talking about feelings?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Just a little hard to believe when you were propositioning me for sex a few minutes ago.”

“I wouldn’t describe it as propositioning you for sex,” she says huffily.

“No? Come on. You were basically like: let’s negotiate a contract and take your pants off, Mulder.”

“That’s not what I was like,” she replies, flushing.

“I know what I heard.”

“I was only trying to say that maybe we should talk about this option … that we don’t ever talk about,” she says tightly. “That we both think about.”

“Scully—”

“An option that’s literally sitting right in front of us. That Gillis and Perez chose for themselves.”

He squirms in his seat, then pulls in a long, slow breath. “Yeah.” He’s not looking at her. “You’re right.”

“You were the one that made me sound so…” She composes herself. “You were the one that took feelings out of the equation.”

He steals a careful look at her. “I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t respond, and she’s looking away from him, but he suspects, from past experience with the various cadences of her voice, that she’s got tears in her eyes.

“I should have realized you had some protections up, too, Scully,” he adds roughly.

She looks down at her hands.

“Scully,” he tries, gently, “just to be clear in negotiation here—are you saying that … it might be possible for you and me to have a relationship where both parties hold equivalent feelings?”

She lifts her head, and there are indeed tears pooling in the corners of her clear blue eyes. “Don’t you know me at all? Haven’t you been paying any attention?”

He reaches over and takes her hand in his. Her small fingers feel gritty, like the salt coating his sunflower seeds.

“I thought I was paying attention,” he says. “But then you go and do something really, really surprising.”

“I thought I was being logical,” she says primly, looking down again.

He places a finger under her chin and tips her face up. “Very logical,” he says in a low, playful voice. “Nothing says logical like initiating a relationship with Fox Mulder.”

[aleksanderscult]

Do you have any Aleksander/the darkling headcanons ?

This post is for 18+ people only!

(Yeah this one got sexual)

Oh I have so many, anon!

His favorite season is summer.

Most of his lovers were otkazat'sya (if not all).

In canon, he probably got his black hair from Baghra. But I headcanon that I inherited his beautiful grey eyes from his father. And his pale skin too (since we can see that in the graphic novel Baghra has olive skin complexion).

Although that's more or less canon - he has a penetrating gaze. An intense one. It makes you uncomfortable almost.

He must be around 1.85 and 1.88 tall (That's equivalent to 6'1 and 6'2 respectively)

He's really good at dancing. Very graceful. Although in canon he finds it boring ("When Water Sang Fire").

He particularly loves chocolate.

But even though he loved sweets I don't think he indulged in them much while he resided in the Little Palace throughout the centuries. I think he ate whatever the other Grisha ate as well. Didn't want to use his position and act all privileged like "Ooh I'm gonna eat sweets for the 35th day in a row!".

In his free time (which is basically almost never) I imagine him walking in the grounds, in the forests. Sitting beside a lake or river and listening to the sounds of nature. Also, I can see him reading books.

He's more of an introvert. Loud parties and balls don't excite him although I see him having absolutely impeccable manners at social gatherings and being an eloquent conversationalist if the situation demands it.

At the beginning of his life he slept quite a lot (at least eight hours the day if his mother didn't wake him up). But as the years and centuries passed he slept less and less. Now he probably sleeps three-four hours the day (at most).

This one is almost canon but he's touch-starved. All those years being either fearful or hesitant to touch other Grisha cost him psychologically.

Moving on to some sexual headcanons, he has a throat/neck fetish.

He is a butt guy.

In sex, he is a dom.

Lots and lots of bites and hickeys. He definitely leaves his mark and likes it too (that man managed to make Alina's lips look bruised after kissing her for two minutes. Imagine what he can do in the bedroom 💀)

Missionary position usually but not always on bed. I can imagine him doing it on the table, on the couch, on the floor, on the wall. Especially on the times when he's too impatient.

As for his love language, I don't find him the type of person to bring flowers and little chocolates. I believe his love language is touch. Stroking someone's cheek or hand, touching someone's skin, putting his arms around that person. It's all touch and touch. He doesn't express his love verbally ("Oh I love you! I can't live without you!" etc.) as much as he does physically and with actions. He would give gifts but the kind that have a deep meaning. Not superficial things. Also, quality time spent together ('cause he hates being left alone and he wouldn't leave Alina alone for five minutes).

He never married.

He didn't want children and I don't think he ever had any.

He chose the purple kefta for the Fabrikators not only because he likes bright colors but also because Ilya Morozova (his grandfather, idol and the most powerful Materialnik ever) was depicted wearing purple in Istorii Sankt'ya.

And since I'm a bit of an astrology freak I imagine him having a Scorpio Moon (intense gaze, secretive nature, dark hair, difficult relationship with his mother figure, hot jealous feelings, difficult in trusting others) and Taurus Venus (possessive, sweet tooth, constant touching, throat fetish, can't commit unless developing some strong feelings first).

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Out of Left Field

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of violence but not really, drunk fan, a couple swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 1.8k-ish

Summary: You’re attending a baseball game with a friend and you weren’t expecting to meet a tall handsome stranger.

A/N: This is part of the Thirsty for Cox writing challenge for the month of June. The prompt was “Hey, is that guy bothering you?” It was difficult to NOT set this one at a bar because let’s be honest, that’s the most likely place someone would use that line, amirite? 🤣 Anyway, I hope you like it! 💕

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“These are great seats! How did you score these?” Your friend Jackie, asked.

When your stepfather said he had four tickets to the Yankee game this weekend, you jumped at the chance to go.

It was the beginning of June, sunny with a few fluffy white clouds slowly moving across the bright blue sky and thankfully the hot summer weather hadn’t arrived yet so it was still just warm and dry.

A perfect day for baseball.

Sitting on the first base line, you’ve never been this close before. The warm early afternoon sun kissed the high points of your face as you took in the view.

You were only three rows back from the on-deck circle and could smell the sunscreen the players had on as they waited for their turn at-bat.

“A client gave them to my stepfather and he couldn’t go so he offered them to me. We have these four seats so we don’t have to worry about anyone sitting next to us.” You told her.

Suddenly, you felt a pinch in your side.

“OW!! What did you do that for?!” You yelled and glared at her.

“Oh I didn’t pinch you that hard, listen…really hot guy checking YOU out. Your four o’clock. Don’t look yet.” She said.

Waiting a couple of minutes before turning around, you looked over your shoulder and there he was…a baseball hat covered his dark brown hair, he had a short well-groomed beard, eyes as dark as the night sky and a smile that would stop anyone dead in their tracks.

“Jackie, are you sure he was looking at me? Because he has to be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in real life. Every woman in this area is looking at him.” You whispered to her.

She started to chuckle at little. “Well he sure as shit wasn’t lookin’ at me, I’m married anyway and he wasn’t looking at ANY of those other women, he was only lookin’ at YOU.”

Another inning went by and it was time for another beer so you stood up and headed for the concession stands. Walking up the stairs, you phone vibrated in your back pocket. It was a text from Jackie that said:

Hot guy is following you up the stairs, YAY!!

You couldn’t help but laugh a little and shake your head as you put your phone back in your pocket. And now that you knew he was a few steps behind you, it wasn’t the sun that was making you feel warm anymore. Another text came in:

You look really cute today, relax!!

She knew you all too well. She knew you were shy and easily flustered so that was a text pep talk to calm you down a little.

Standing in line, you could feel him behind you, watching you but almost in a protective way. You noticed there were a lot of people around that had already had a few too many, one of them being directly behind you. Swaying in place, and looking like he was about to fall over at any moment, the man spoke to you.

“Y-you look like you wanna buy me a beer! You are a p-pretty thing, aren’t ya.” He slurred.

The man took you by surprise, yelling in your ear like he did, but you tried to be as nice as possible.

“You sure you need another one? You look like you’ve had enough already.” You said with an uncomfortable smile.

The man tried to move closer to you but you stepped to the side a little.

“W-well I w-want you to b-buy me another!” He said, putting his hand on your shoulder.

And that’s when your tall handsome stranger stepped in.

“Hey, is that guy bothering you?” He asked, trying to get in between you and the drunk.

Looking a little nervous, you nodded.

His eyes looked darker than they were when you saw them before, his lips were pulled back to expose clenched teeth, and the heated glare he gave the man was filled with rage.

“Take your hand off of her…now.” He said with a low growl.

The man grabbed your shirt at the shoulder and gripped it tightly in between his fingers. “This doesn’t concern you, pretty boy. This is between me and her.”

And with those words he shoved you backwards into a person carrying two cups of beer that ended up splashed down your back and caused you to fall to the ground.

What happened next, happened so fast that you missed it but looking up after hitting the ground, your admirer suddenly had the drunk man pinned to ground face down when security came running over to take him away.

The handsome stranger rushed to your side and gently placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Are you ok, miss?” He asked, looking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“Well…I have beer all over me but other than that, I guess I’m fine.” You answered.

He laughed a little and continued to smile that perfect smile at you.

“Well this is not how I wanted to introduce myself but HI…Billy Russo.” He said in a slightly sarcastic tone and extending his arm for you to shake his hand.

You gave him a warm smile. “Well it’s nice to meet you, Billy Russo. I’m y/n. Thank you for what you did, I’ve never really had anyone come to my rescue before.”

He gave you his hand for you to take and helped you to your feet.

“Well I’m just glad I was the one to rescue you. Come on, let’s go buy you some dry clothes.” He said.

A little embarrassed, you told him you only brought enough cash with you for beer, the rest of your money was with your purse, at your seat. He said it was on him and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“What? No Billy, I can’t ask you to do that. They charge a small fortune for all this stuff.” You said.

Billy winked and smiled at you. “You didn’t ask, sweetheart. I offered.” His slight New York accent coming through. “This way…”

He was so handsome and charming. It was hard to say no, so you didn’t and he led you to a shop to get some dry clothes.

You picked out a new DiMaggio t-shirt since your other one was soaked with beer and a pair of joggers, you were thankful that your socks and sneakers didn’t get wet. Billy had the same t-shirt on.

“At least this one doesn’t smell like beer.” You laughed. “What do ya think?” You asked with a smile and a 360 turn.

Leaning against a rack of clothes, he smiled back at you. “I think you look perfect.”

You felt yourself start to blush. “Thank you for this, Billy. You really didn’t have to. Can I take you dinner, as a thank you?” You asked him.

“Hey that’s my line.” He said with a sly smile as he inched closer to you.

Looking up at him through your dark lashes, you could not take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It suddenly felt like it was a thousand degrees inside the store.

“Tell ya what…let me take you to dinner and you can buy me a beer on the way back to our seats. How does that sound?” He asked.

You extended your hand for him to shake it. “You got yourself a deal, Mr. Russo.”

On the way back to your seats, you bought four beers. Billy’s friend Frank needed one as well and when you got back to your seats, Frank was sitting with Jackie, and they were showing each other pictures of their kids.

“FINALLY! I’ve been dyin’ of thirst down here.” Jackie said. “Ummm, why are you wearing different clothes? What have you two been doing?” She asked with a wink.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell ya in a minute.” You said.

You smiled and extended your hand to Frank. “Hi, I’m y/n.”

Frank firmly shook your hand. “Frank Castle. Nice to meet ya.” He said with a smirk.

You handed him his beer. “It’s nice to meet you too, Frank.”

Looking at Jackie, you introduced her to Billy. Her response made you crack a smile.

“Oh I’ve heard a lot about Billy from this guy over here.” She said, pointing at Frank.

The four of you enjoyed the rest of the game together, sharing peanuts, drinking beer, and singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game.

Billy told you he and Frank were in the Marines together but now Billy owns his own private security company and Frank works closely with him.

As the game went on, Billy snaked his arm around you and draped it over your shoulder. Goosebumps peppered across the exposed skin on your arm as he lightly brushed it with his long slender fingers.

You could feel him stealing glances at you when you’d lean over to talk to Frank or Jackie, or rubbing your back before he’d get up to use the restroom or if it was his turn to make a beer or snack run.

These little gestures caused your ears to turn red and gave you butterflies in your stomach. You were already smitten with him.

After the game was over, you were chatting with Billy outside the stadium when you heard Jackie’s voice.

“So are you guys goin’ out on a date or what?” She asked, very directly. “You two look pretty cozy already.” She said, looking at Billy’s arm snaked around your waist.

You smiled nervously at her before looking at Billy then turning back to Jackie. “Uh, yeah. Billy wants to take me to dinner.”

She looked at you, then at Billy, smiled and whispered in your ear. “I have a good feeling about him.”

“I do too.” You whispered back.

You bit down on your lower lip and looked up at Billy. He gave you a little wink as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I’ll call you later, sweetheart.”

“I look forward to it, Mr. Russo.” You said with a smile.

He leaned forward and feeling his warm breath against your ear, Billy whispered. “Ya know it drives me absolutely crazy when you call me that.” And he planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“Well, I’ll have to remember that.” You said with a slight smirk. “I’ll see you soon, Billy.”

Billy took one last look at you as you walked away from him. You could feel his eyes on you just like earlier waiting in line, watching over you and making sure you were safe. Once you were out of sight, Frank turned to Billy and said.

“I have a good feeling about that one, Bill.”

Billy smiled as he quickly glanced at the ground and back up to look back at Frank and said.

“I do too, Frankie. I do too.”

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Being Connors Favorite Sibling Would Include:

Requested: could I request something with Connor and Roy!sibling? headcanons, a fic, literally anything I'm in love with their relationship and how much they love each other. I think a little sibling that loves Connor the way he deserves would be so good for him - anon

A/N: I love Big Brother Connor!!! He deserves the world 💞 Thank you for requesting my love! Hope you like it!! Feedback is always appreciated!!!! 💜

Connor was ecstatic the day you were born. He thought he was done being a big brother, that his job was kinda done. Ken, Rome, and Shiv were grown up, they didn't think they'd need him anymore. Little did he know that you would be the closest to him out of everyone, that you would need him the most

Being a big brother is his favorite job in the world. He wasn't sure what being loved, really loved, felt like until Kendall was born. From the minute he could crawl, he followed Connor wherever he wanted. So did Roman. And when Shiv was born, he couldn't believe it. He'd always wanted a sister and now he had one. She was absolutely perfect

But you? You were his everything. Neither your mother or your father were all that interested, so the responsibility fell on him, not that he would ever complain. He loved it, even when you spit up on him. The other three were grossed out, hating to change diapers and getting annoyed with your crying, but he was more than happy to calm you down, sit with you, rock you back and forth, etc.

Your first words were his name, too, which almost killed him. Seriously, he still brings it up, he's so proud

He loved watching you grow into a toddler. You were a lot more fun. You could walk and talk and play. You loved when he got on the floor with you and played with you. He even dressed up with you when he wanted to play pretend, though mostly he was too tall for the costumes, so he made do with the hats and accessories instead

"Connor?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Why is the sky blue?"

"That's a good question. . ."

He takes you to preschool every day and tries to be there at pickup as much as he can. He loves to hear about your day, what you learned, who you talked to, what you played with, the snacks you ate, etc. He only gets more interested the older you get, when you learn about the planets and dinosaurs and you read all these interesting books. When school started, he was sad to see you go. You'd been his little buddy and suddenly you were all grown up

Every presentation, award, musical, play, game, show, everything he showed up for, front row with his phone out recording, cheering the loudest

He takes you camping, to the park and the movies, wherever you want to go. He thinks it's good for you to get out of the city

"Why doesn't dad ever come with us?"

"Pops is a very busy man. . ."

Connor is constantly sticking up Logan despite the fact that he's never really shown an ounce of love or attention towards either of you. He wants to protect you from that unloved feeling. He needs to, like he has with your siblings

No matter how small it seemed to you, it meant the world to him. Eventually you stopped inviting your mother and father, going straight to him. He'd tell the president to fuck off if it meant he got to spend a second more with you

He helped you with homework, staying up late at the kitchen table going over the same math problem again and again. He never got mad or frustrated, though. He'd take as long as you needed

You could do no wrong in his eyes. When you fought with Ken, when you argued with Shiv, when you pushed Rome, none of it was your fault. None of them could stand it

When you cried he was the first person you went to. When you got your heart broken for the first time, when you wondered why your parents even had you if they were never around, when you had nightmares as a child and when your worst fears came true, you cried to him

The older you got, the more distance you put between you and him. Kids strayed from their parents once they became teenagers, that's just how it worked. Still, he felt unprepared for the days when you wouldn't need him so much

He taught you how to drive and study with you before your test. You weren't very good, but you had no idea. He was ecstatic when you parallel parked the first time. He made you feel proud, even if at first it felt silly

He was there when you walked across the stage for your diploma for both high school and college, cheering the loudest. He made a rule that you'd call him once a week in college and you never missed it, not even once. You'd tell him about your friends, the parties you went to, to the people you were seeing. He wanted to hear everything

Everything you've accomplished, he couldn't be prouder

You go to his ranch as much as you can, enjoying the distance between you and your father. The older you get, the more you realize how he was never in your life and how much Connor was. It makes you sad, thinking he had to step up, take responsibility for his baby sibling. He is adamant that raising you was a pleasure, the best thing he's ever done

He has pictures of you everywhere. Of the others too, but mostly of you. You can't help but find them embarrassing

"I look like an idiot."

"You were adorable." He looks at them every single day, proud as ever

He visits you in the office, taking you out for lunch when he's in the city. He's the only one who doesn't work for your father, but he likes hearing about it from you. He can't believe how grown up you are, how adult you've suddenly gotten. It seems like just yesterday they brought you home. Now you had meetings and deadlines and your own interns to boss around

"Look at you, all grown up. I can't believe it!"

He's the first person you call when anything happens. When Kendall's gone manic, when Dad hits Rome, when Shiv seems off, when you're getting a promotion, a first date, anything and everything. He's always there to offer advice on how to handle the situation. He's been dealing with them far longer than you have

You show him how to use social media so he can see the pictures you post, not wanting to miss out on anything. There are lots of pictures of you and him together

"Who's that?"

"I'm kinda seeing them."

"That's wonderful! When do I get to meet them?"

Forget your mother and father, it's Connor you're worried about when you're seeing someone. They're never good enough for you. He quizzes them on everything, bordering on an interrogation. In the end, no matter what he thinks of them, he's happy you've found someone that makes you happy

You and him go on double dates with your partner and Willa, who adores you. She lovingly calls you Connors Baby. She's glad someone else loves him like he should be, instead of being used and ignored and neglected like the rest do

You're one of the most well-rounded, healthy, adjusted Roys to come out of the family, or as close as you can get, because of him

He always sits by you at family dinners and vacations, between you and Logan, hoping he can be the target for his anger if need be

When you drink too much he takes care of you, especially at weddings, and always saves a dance for you at the end of the night

"Thank you, Con."

"For what?"

"For everything."

You care very little for your father, but when he dies Connor is right there offering comfort. You were never close to him. You never got the chance to build a relationship with him, no matter how warped, like the others. Connor was your dad, you thought so for the longest time when you were little, your fathers day cards addressed to him instead of Logan. You're sad for your siblings who loved him despite it all

You're the only one to attend Connors wedding, cheering and clapping when they kiss. You wouldn't have missed it for anything

Connor has spent your entire life protecting you and for that, you will always be grateful. It's something you can never repay

[willalove75]

Hiiiii, what about clips of Rebecca x fem!reader in the owners box throughout the stages in their relationship (close friends to lovers and all that good stuff.)

Thank you for that last story it turned out so well!💜

Ohhh I love this idea! Thanks for the request!!! 💕

And OF COURSE! I'm so happy you & everyone else liked it!! 🥲

Please send any and all other ideas you have my way!! I live for getting requests 😂🥰

"Come on! The match is gonna start soon!" Keeley says to you as she pulls you towards your seats.

She guides you into the owners box and stops at one of the rows.

"Rebecca! This is y/n, my friend I told you about! Y/n, this is Rebecca, the owner of AFC Richmond, and one of my very best friends!" Keeley says excitedly.

You look over Keeley's shoulder to see a beautiful blond woman sitting in the row, she looks over at you and you immediately take notice of her dazzling green eyes.

"Lovely to meet you, y/n." She says reaching out a hand.

"You too!" You say as you shake her hand.

You look over at Keeley to find out where you're sitting and she tells you the two seats next to Rebecca. She nudges you to go to your seat first and you make your way past Rebecca.

"Sorry," you say as you squeeze between her and the row in front of you. As you slide past her you get a glimpse of her cleavage. "Damn." You think to yourself. Your eyes look up and you make eye contact with her, you cheeks turn a light pink and you smile at her and plop down into your seat. Keeley slides past, Rebecca stands up and wraps her arms around her and pulls her into a hug. You're surprised at how tall she is when she stands. They separate and Keeley sits between you and Rebecca. The match begins and you hear Rebecca and Keeley yell

"GO RICHMOND!!"

You follow the game as best as you can, you were never a big sports fan and you've never been to a football match before. Halftime rolls around and Rebecca looks over at you.

"So y/n, are you enjoying the game?"

"Yeah! It's a lot of fun!"

"You have no idea what's going on do you?" Keeley teases you.

"Nope, not a clue. But it's still fun!" You laugh.

"Oh, is this your first match?" Rebecca asks.

"It is! I was never a big sports fan."

"Neither was I." Rebecca says, you look a little confused and Keeley interjects.

"Yeah until you got this club from your piece of shit ex husband! Now you love it, don't you Rebecca?"

"You know, I do." She says with a smile as she grabs Keeley's hand. She looks over at you and smiles.

"That's pretty awesome." You say back.

The game resumes and you get a little more into it, cheering with Rebecca and Keeley when the team scores a goal. The match ends in a draw and the crowd begins to disperse.

"So how did you like your first game?" Rebecca asks you.

"Oh it was awesome!" You say with a smile, energized from the atmosphere.

"Well, it was lovely meeting you, y/n." Rebecca says sticking out her hand.

"You too Rebecca!" You say and shake her hand.

She gives Keeley a squeeze and leaves. She struts away in her heels, she's a good looking woman you think to yourself as you observe her perfect hour glass figure.

You join Keeley for a few more games and become friendlier with Rebecca and get to know the people at Richmond better. You slowly start coming earlier and earlier to the games to spend more time with Rebecca.

"Higgins!" You say excitedly as you walk towards your seat.

"Y/n!" He says back, mirroring your excitement.

You give him a hug and take your seat. Rebecca walks down the steps and you see her.

"Hi Rebecca!" You say.

She smiles when she sees you and you can't help but smile back.

"Y/n!" She says as she walks up to you and you stand up.

She wraps her arms around you and gives you a hug. You hug her back and you're soaring. You smell the fabric softener on her shirt, a fresh scent, you get a whiff of the elegant perfume on her neck as she gives you an extra squeeze. You pull apart and she holds your arms and looks at you.

"How have you been?" She asks.

"I've been good! How about you?"

"Good, and I've been doing well thank you."

She smiles and rubs your arm and the both of you go to sit down. Keeley walks up a few minutes later and Rebecca gets up and gives her a hug, Keeley leans over Rebecca and gives you a hug. She sits down with Rebecca sitting between the two of you. The match starts and the cheering begins. Right before half time a penalty is called and Jamie Tartt takes the kick. Rebecca grabs yours and Keeley's hand in anticipation. You look over at her, laser focused on the match, you see her eyes sparkle and you get butterflies in your belly as you turn your attention back to the game.

Jamie kicks the ball and the goalie is just barely able to knock it away. Disappointment fills the arena as Rebecca loosens her grip on your hand, but doesn't let go. You peek over and notice she'd let go of Keeley's hand. A smile crosses your face as the butterflies flutter around in your belly. The whistle blows and the half ends, Rebecca looks at you, disappointed, and you give her a small, encouraging smile. She smiles back at you and gives your hand a little squeeze before letting go. The second half begins and ends, Richmond losing 2-1.

You attend more games, you and Rebecca subtly flirting more and more each game. Stealing glances at one another, finding any excuse to hold the others hand or lean into each other, showing each other things on your phones, laughing more at the other one's jokes, the usual.

You get to your seat before Rebecca and Keeley. You're sitting there for a few minutes before you see Rebecca walk towards you with a smile, holding two cups in her hand.

"Hey!" You say getting up to hug her.

"Hey!" She says handing you a cup. "Its horribly cold today so I got you a hot chocolate."

Your heart melts a little.

"Aw thank you so much," you lean in and give her a hug. "You didn't have to do that."

She holds onto you a little longer and tighter than usual. She feels warm against your cold body, you were practically shaking sitting there before. You part and look into each others eyes for a moment before taking your seats. The hot chocolate warms you from the inside out as you hold the cup between your hands. Rebecca looks over at you and smiles, she puts her arm around you and pulls you into her. You rest your head on her shoulder and you feel like you're in heaven. Her phone digs and she checks it, you avert your eyes from her screen trying not to look and be nosey.

"Oh no!" She says.

"What's wrong?" You look up at her concerned.

"Keeley isn't coming." She replies looking down at you.

"Oh no! Why not?"

"She has the flu."

"Oh man that sucks!"

She nods her head in agreement as she adoringly looks into your eyes. You look back into her green eyes and everything around you seems to vanish, the butterflies in your belly fighting to be released. She just barely leans in when the whistle blows and the match begins.

You're both distracted and turn your attention back to the pitch. With the moment gone, you both cheer for Richmond and watch the match. Halftime comes around and you get up to head to the bathroom, on your way back you pick up two more hot chocolates and bring one back to Rebecca.

"What is this?" She says happily as you hand her the cup.

"Well you got the first round, so it's only fair that I get the second." You say as you sit back down next to her.

She smiles and leans into you, you both sip on your drinks as the match continues. Richmond is able to tie the game 1-1, with less than a minute, a penalty is called and Dani Rojas takes the kick. You and Rebecca grab at each others hand and squeeze in excitement.

Dani makes the kick, the ball slams into the net and the crowd goes wild. You and Rebecca jump up and scream in excitement. She turns to you and wraps her arms around you and squeezes you as you squeeze her back. Rebecca pulls back a little, her arms still around you and looks out to the pitch with pride on her face. You watch her watching the team celebrating, you love seeing her like this, radiating with joy.

She looks down at you while you look up at her with soft eyes. The intensity in her eyes softens as she looks at you. Rebecca bends down and kisses you, you're initially shocked but you kiss her back as you pull her into you, your hands resting on her waist. You feel the butterflies exploding in your belly as her soft lips press against yours. The taste of hot chocolate is a sweet addition as it lingers on her lips. Your lips part and Rebecca looks a little surprised, not only at herself for kissing you, but also at the fact that you kissed her back. You smile up at her, she smiles back and you both return your attention back to the team celebrating.

For the next few weeks you and Rebecca sneak away during the match or at halftime for little makeout sessions. Offices, closets, bathrooms, wherever you can find an empty place where you won't be bothered. Keeley gets suspicious as you guys are gone for longer and longer each time you leave.

During a home match it's almost half time. Rebecca leans over to you and whispers something into your ear. You nod you head and she gets up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Keeley asks.

"I got an email I have to respond to so I have to run up to my office quick." She says as she leaves.

Keeley gives you a look and you shrug your shoulders and keep watching the game. Halftime begins and you get up and Keeley grabs you by the arm.

"And where are you going?!" She asks with intense suspicion in her eyes.

"I have to pee!" You say with a laugh, she lets go of your arm but doesn't seem to believe you.

You walk into the bathroom, because you do actually have to pee. You finish up and walk out, you do a quick scan to see if Keeley followed you and you slide into the boot room.

"There you are." Rebecca says as she grabs you by your waist and slides her hand to the back of your head.

"I'm sorry, I had to pee, but also Keeley is super suspicious so I think she tried to follow me." You say with a giggle as Rebecca brushes her lips against yours.

"Well did she follow you?" She asks.

"I didn't see her."

"Good."

She pulls you into her and your lips meet. You bottom lip slotted between hers, she sucks on it and a moan escapes from your mouth. You feel her smile into the kiss and her tongue slides into your mouth. The kiss becomes more intense, Rebecca grabs a handful of your hair with one hand and grabs your ass with the other. You have one hand on her hip, pulling her into you and the other grabs at her breast over her dress. You both try and muffle the moans you make as your hands explore each others bodies. Rebecca pins you against the side of the shelf and grabs your thigh, you lift it as she pushes her hips into you further. She moves her hand up and grabs your ass, her nails gently drag down your thigh until she grabs hold of it again. You move to her neck and kiss and suck on it as the scent of her perfume fills your nostrils. You nip and suck at her neck as she digs her nails into your thigh. You can feel her accelerated heartbeat as you suck on her pulse points, she throws her head back when you do. You slide your hand from her breast to the back of her head and grab a handful of her blond curls. You gently pull her head to the side to gain access to the other side of her neck and she gladly moves with you. She slides her hand down the front of your skirt and rubs you over your wet panties. You moan into her neck, aching for her, grinding your hips into her fingers, desperate for more. You hear her smirk at your reaction, you suck on her neck and her smirk turns into a moan. You smile while you continue, pleased with yourself. She rubs you more as your eyes roll, the intensity of your passion rising with every movement.

*BAM*

You both jump and you look over to the door, Keeley and Roy are standing there and you both freeze. Rebecca slides her hand out of your skirt and you drop your leg.

"I KNEW IT!" Keeley shouts as Roy stands there with a smirk.

You try and hide behind Rebecca, just peeking out over her shoulder as she looks over at them. She lets out a sigh and looks back at you. You look up at her, her cheeks flush, and she smiles at you.

"I think we've been found out."

"You sure as hell have!" Keeley yells.

You and Rebecca stare at each other for a minute, you both giggle out of embarrassment, but you also find the humor in the situation.

"Shit." You say scrunching your nose.

She chuckles and kisses your nose before she turns around.

"All right, you caught us." She says with one arm in the air and the other around your waist.

Keeley interrogates you both for the rest of the game and you tell her how it all started. She asks where we would go to hook up and Rebecca tells her some of our places, but keeps the best ones a secret for us to utilize later. Rebecca winks at you and you laugh and lean into her.

A few months pass and you both finally shed all secrecy of your relationship. You arrive to matches together hand-in-hand and leave the same way, exchanging kisses and cuddles throughout each match.

A whistle blows and the last match of the season begins. Rebecca is more nervous than usual; Richmond has the potential to finish in the top 5 if they win this game. She clings to your hand and you kiss her cheek to soothe her nerves. Halftime rolls around and the game is still 0-0. Both teams are putting up a good fight and Rebecca's anxiety rises.

"Baby," you say, turning her face towards you. "It's gonna be okay. Just enjoy the game, being anxious about it isn't gonna magically make it better."

You bring your hand to her cheek and she leans into it, she closes her eyes and takes a deep inhale and exhales. You can feel her relax a little when she opens her eyes. You pull her in for a kiss, after the kiss she pulls you into her and kisses the top of your head. Halftime ends and the match begins again, the crowd screaming when the referee makes a bad call.

Only a minute left on the clock and the score is still 0-0. The other team has the ball until Isaac is able to kick it away to Jamie. Jamie bolts down the field towards the goal, you, Rebecca, Keeley, Higgins and the whole crowd screaming. Jamie passes the ball to Dani, he looks like he's about to try for the goal but passes it over to Sam instead and he sinks the ball into the net.

The crowd erupts as all of you scream with excitement. You all jump out of your seats and Rebecca throws her arms around you and squeezes you a little too hard from the adrenaline. Once the cheering settles down Rebecca looks down at you and smiles.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too Rebecca."

You both close the distance between your lips and kiss. You hear Keeley yell

"YES GET IT!" To the two of you as Higgins cheers you on behind her.

You both laugh into the kiss and part. You look into Rebecca's eyes as she gently bites her lip smiling down at you.

"Lets go celebrate and get drunk!!" Keeley yells.

You both laugh at her and hold each other in your arms, tonight is gonna be a good night.

[sugarsfics]

Messing Around In IKEA

Summary: Your pregnant with your second child, with your husband Steve. You have recently moved into a new house. Time to get furniture at the best store there is IKEA. 

Trope: Dad!Steve x Mom!reader 

A/N: I have never been in an IKEA store before :/ so bare with me. Also sorry I thought this posted yesterday and it didn't

Warning: BIG FLUFF, kissing 

Word count: 1.0k 

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The Harrington Clan pulled into the big blue store IKEA. “blue” your son Grayson said “Yes baby it is blue good job” your husband said. Grayson squealed at the praise his dad gave him. Steve pulled into a parking spot, turn off the car then quickly got his carbon copy, Grayson out, “no I want to go with mommy” Even though he was Steve’s twin he is the biggest mommy boy there is, that scared you and Steve a little bit because you weren’t sure how he was going to reattract when the baby comes. After he put Grayson into the cart, he helped you out of the car “My wife” he said taking your hand to help you out “My husband” you said back giving him a kiss, even after years of being with each other your kisses still make him blush. “hi mommy” Grayson chirped “Hi my baby” you said kisses his forehand “My boys ready” you asked “Yes” Grayson eyes went huge coming closer to the store “big” he mumbled. The store was huge, long, tall aisles, many displays, many colors. This was going to be hard.  

“Ok where should we start first” Steve asks “Ummm......let’s look for the living room” You had in mind what you wanted a nice big couch to fit all your friends and family, you and Steve want a big family and the house you just brought was going to be your family house. It was a beautiful house it was a light gray with white windows and a lovely porch, 2 story house with 5 bedrooms, a nice big backyard with a pool. It was on the outside of Hawkins, Steve wanted a fresh start and a clean slate to his name, but always wanted to be near his friends just in case they need anything. The gang love coming over at your old place, the harrington house was always so cozy and welcoming, and Grayson loved his aunts and Uncles, especially Uncle Will.  

You had some furniture from your old place but the living room is ten times bigger so you need a new couch to match with your old lounge chairs. Grayson was getting fussy in the cart “down Grayson wants down” he started talking in third person a month ago “Ok hang on "Steve told him as he stopped the cart and brought him down “Hold mommy’s hand ok” he nodded and grabbed your hand “mommy hand” you kept walking till you were met with couches “wow that is a lot” you said row and rows of couches were in front of you, so many colors, shapes, and size. “This is going to be harder than I thought” after spending a good 20 minutes looking at couches “Ok this is not working” Steve said “We need a new strategy” he continued. He grabbed Grayson and walked up to a couch and plopped down on it “STEVE” you pointed at the sign Please no seating on the displays “It says no sitting we are laying down” “Steve” “We need to find out of comfortable the couches are because it will be in our house forever and I don’t want an uncomfortable couch so” he patted the spot next to him “Come sit let's find our couch” 

Every couch you sat on Steve and Grayson made a pros and cons list “This one is very big, but it feels like carboard” “This one is cool but as sharp corners, and we don’t need them hurting you or the baby” “blue” Grayson said for every blue couch he sat on. At about the hour mark of sitting on couches there was a light gray big couch that got your eye “Let’s try this one” Steve helped you off the yellow couch you were sitting on the you waddle on to the light gray one. “Oh, this one is nice” he said “Just imagine movies nights on this” “I am going to 100% fall asleep on this” “It goes with our chair too” “I think we found it” he said smiling at you. Grayson wasn’t making a sound which scared both of you so you quickly looked over at him “Just like his daddy” you whispered he had fallen asleep mouth open on the couch “I think he likes this one” Steve giggled “He looks so comfortable makes me want to take a nap” you leaned your head on Steve admiring you son as he rubbed your belly “I can’t wait to have our house be filled with little Harringtons” he whispered into your ear while kissing your temple “Me too” you sigh  

You don’t remember how it happened, but you were suddenly woken up by a worker “Excuse me um... You're not supposed to be sleeping let alone on the displays” “I'm so sorry it was just such a nice couch and-” “Don’t worry about it this happens all the time would you like to purchase the couch” “Yes please let me wake up my husband” you shook Steve which startled him “What happened” you nodded toward the work “Time to buy the couch” “Oh ok” They wrote down our information and were going to deliver the couch to the house. After paying Steve scooped up Grayson and brought him to the car, he buckled him in then kissed his forehead. He walked over to your side seeing you struggling to get in “I told you, you can’t be getting up and down on things without help” “But you were busy with Grayson and I didn’t want to be a burden” “Babe you are my wife the mother of my kids literally carrying my second child into you there is no way that you are a burden you are my everything” he said sweetly kissing your lips then bring you into the car “Now let's go home I am beat from couch finding” You walked into the house and remember “Babe we didn’t find a dinning set or anything else we needed” 

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[wayward-lives]

The girls are small. Two dozen of them, in three neat rows of four, staring up at him. They wear the same black leotard and black stockings, their feet clad in pointe shoes. Their hair is identical, tied up in a tight bun at the base of their skull. The oldest looks to be around ten, the youngest no older than three.

"First position."

The girls move synchronously, little robots in their neat lines, eyes staring forward, unblinking. The Mistress is severe, her body clad in dark clothes, hair pulled up tight, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. In her hands, she holds the Cane. The Cane is much more painful than it appears.

"Soldat."

The Handler's voice is firm, and the Soldier obediently moves to follow the girls. The position is familiar, as is the burn in his feet as he rises onto his toes. Pain is irrelevant.

The girl with the red hair watches him as he moves, her green eyes wide and orb-like in her sallow face. She isn't being fed enough, he thinks, taking in her stick-like limbs and sunken cheeks, but she moves as gracefully as a swan, a precision in her movements that shouldn't be seen in a child this young.

She isn't the youngest of the group. But he is drawn to her nonetheless.

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The Soldier has been tasked with supervision of the Girls. The Mistress had left ten minutes prior in a swirl of black skirts, the Guards scuttling along after her like insects. The Handler had snapped at the Soldier to remain in position, to watch the Girls and ensure they stayed compliant in the Mistress's absence. The Soldier had obeyed.

The girl with the red hair watches him from across the room as she chews her food. She sits with one other girl, a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes who can be no older than four years old.

The other Girls cast nervous glances at him from the corners of their eyes, their limbs tense and thin shoulders quivering. They fear him. The Soldier is not sure why.

"You are the Monster, yes?"

He looks down. The girl with the red hair stands in front of him, her fists clenched at her sides. Her eyes are terrified, but she stands tall, her chin raised in defiance.

Small, blonde, skinny, blue eyes, clenched teeth, blood under the Soldier's fingertips, long fingers clutched in his own -

"I am the Asset," the Soldier replies. He is to only speak when spoken to.

"They tell us stories about you," says the girl with the red hair. "You hunt us in the dark. You slice our throats and hang our bodies on your bedroom walls."

The Soldier is not sure why the girl believes him to have a bedroom. Only humans get bedrooms. "I sleep in ice and glass and stone."

The girl blinks slowly, like a cat. "I sleep with my wrists tied to the bedpost."

The Soldier looks down. He notices the bruises around her wrists. "You are a child."

"I am a Widow," she says, her voice emotionless. "I am a servant of Hydra."

The Soldier's throat feels tight. He does not understand why. "You are a child."

The girl with the red hair looks at him with those fierce, green eyes, then turns and walks away.

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Her name is Natalia. She is the best of the best. She has five confirmed assassinations. She will be the death of America.

(She has a little sister. She is six years old. She sleeps with her wrists tied to the bed. She is a child.)

Sometimes, when he looks at her, he sees another little girl. This one has thick, brown hair and grey eyes, and wears an old-fashioned dress. She smiles and giggles and holds out her arms for him to pick her up and spin her around in the air. The Soldier is not sure who this little girl is, or why he thinks of her. She is nothing like Natalia. She is healthy and happy and looks a lot like him.

Natalia is a good child. She does her exercises, she holds her position. In training, she was put against a girl twice her size and much older. She got her legs around the other girl's throat. The other girl was cold and dead within five minutes.

The Soldier hears whispers about her. That the Red Guardian needs a child for his next mission. That Natalia is being considered.

The idea fills him with terror.

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"Come now, Natashenka," he croons. His big, awkward hand runs softly through fine, red hair, softer than he ever knew himself capable. "Don't cry, little one. Come now..."

The little spider's hand is clutching tightly at his arm, tiny fingers digging into the meat of his bicep. She is already strong; much stronger than the other girls, despite being no more than seven. The Masters may have gifted her with something much the same they did to him. It doesn't feel much like a gift, no matter what they tell him.

"Little spider," he tries again. All he gets in reply is a small sob.

"It's not fair," the child moans. She glares up at him, bright green eyes brimming with tears. "Why did the men take her away? Why did they take my Yelena?"

"She is going to a better place," the Soldier says. The words taste like poison on his tongue. "She will be taken care of."

"It's not fair," Natalia sobs again as she buries her face in his chest. His hands cradle her tiny body close to him. She's small, fragile. She is his world. "They took my little sister, they took my mama, they took everything from me!"

The Soldier shushes her frantically, pressing her close to his body. "Little one, you must not say such things - you know how they listen."

"I don't care!" she cries. Tiny fists beat down on his chest as she bawls, body shaking in his arms. "I don't care, I don't care, they took my family, and they're going to take you too!"

"Hush, hush, my spider, please," he pleads. He ducks his head to press kisses to her soft hair, breathes in. She smells clean, young. He has never known her to smell any different. "They will not take me, you understand? I will always be here with you."

Natalia looks up at him, tear-stained cheeks red and puffy and the Soldier feels his heart break all over again. "You promise?" She holds out her pinkie, such an innocent gesture, and it makes the Soldier want to cradle her close and never let her go. Instead, he reaches out and hooks his pinkie around hers.

"I promise, my love."

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She is nine years old when the guards come for her during practice. The Mistress doesn't say a thing, just purses her lips and tightens her grasp on the Cane.

She does not return.

He asks for her, and is beaten with clubs.

He escapes, one night, to find her. He fails, and the Handler punishes him.

They take him to the Secretary, whose blonde hair and blue eyes make butterflies erupt in the Soldier's chest. He is older, now, but still just as handsome as the first time he crouched in front of the Soldier and cracked his hand across his face. The Secretary smiles at him, taps his cheek.

"She isn't coming back, Soldier. You are not a father, or a brother. You are a machine. Your job is not to comfort her. Your job is to train her, and to kill her if she fails."

"Please," the Soldier whispers. The Secretary's face twists into something ugly, something inhuman.

"It's been too long since a calibration. You are malfunctioning. You'll feel much better after the wipe."

The Soldier knows fighting is useless, yet he tries anyway. He fights the whole way to the Chair - he kills one man, crushing his windpipe with one quick squeeze. He throws two more into a wall, where they crumple and don't get up. Someone sticks him with a cattle prod, and the pain is excruciating. He must lose consciousness, even if only for a second, as the next thing he knows he's in the chair, restrained and with the Secretary's disappointed face looming above him.

"You know better than to fight," the Secretary chides him. "Now, hold still - you'll feel better soon."

Then the machine clamps over his head and he's swept away in agony.

[skarsgardsnark]

Since we’re talking about Alex lately, I am 99% sure I saw him at a spa in Stockholm while visiting a friend. Grand Hotel, 2nd to last week of Aug. Here I am in a small lounge by the big pool where you are robed up waiting or have recently exited your treatment. 4 chairs in a row, me far left, tall man comes and sits in the far right and we give a nod like when you have to bc you both looked up when you noticed another human is near. I got a few more glances when I could getting up and down to get tea (literally) and then fruit, but was obviously trying not to stare. I wouldn’t swear on my life, but I’m pretty sure it was him. Surprisingly to me there aren’t a lot of men walking around the city who look that much like him, sadly, so I was pretty shocked. I haven’t cared enough to investigate if he was in the area that day. Any Alex fans here feel free to confirm the possibility or deny based on the timing lol, but if I’m wrong I don’t really want to be right. Happy to continue thinking I sat close to him in just a robe and undies or swimwear for 15 glorious minutes.

To top it off, I walked past Alida twice in Sodermalm during a neighborhood fest, 100%. She was with 4 girls (1 Oona for sure), the other possibly the younger one, and what I assume were a couple she was withs girls. The girls were adorable all holding hands skipping and everyone looked super happy. No Bill in sight unfortunately. I told a certain tumblr about the Alida sighting, and she said not possible bc I said the girls were blonde… sry, their hair is super light, and anyone very light brown/dark blonde is blonde to me. My first and last interaction with that tumblr 😆

No pics, I’m not that person, and the spa is of course no phones allowed in the spa areas. That’s it! That’s the tea 😂 a successful trip indeed lol.

“I am 99% sure I saw him at a spa in Stockholm while visiting a friend. Grand Hotel, 2nd to last week of Aug.” This August or last year? I know he was filming a movie in England during August but I don’t know when they stopped filming or if he had time off to go home.

Well, I for one appreciate these little tidbits. ���👍 Hopefully the Alex one is true for your sake 😉😅