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lushrue · 1 day ago

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pt. 2 to this

cw: petplay (sort of?), oral (m! receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, degradation

your bouncing leg was shaking the table.

you could see it in the way water sloshed in the glasses, hear it in the subtle rattle of cutlery. your eyes darted between your husband and johnny, watching as they ate like there wasn’t a storm brewing inside you. you’d been buzzing with excitement ever since johnny accepted the invitation to dinner again. memories had plagued you all week, the phantom feeling of johnny’s hands on your thighs or his tongue between your legs making you fluster at the worst of times. even Simon couldn’t settle you like he normally could.

now, sitting here and watching johnny’s tongue dart out to clean some sauce from his lips had you sweating and blushing like a schoolgirl. you only realized you were staring when simon’s fingers snapped in front of your face, pulling your attention back to him. “where’d ya go, dove?” he asked teasingly, a knowing smirk on his face. you press your thighs together beneath the table, trying to give yourself a snippet of pleasure to tide you over. just get through dinner, you thought. then I can have what I want.

“nowhere,” you lie, bunching your dress up in one fist and forcing your fork into the other. you took a bite of the food you’d prepared, trying to put up the most natural facade you could. “just thinking.” johnny let out a huff of breath through his nose, amusement shining in his eyes. “i ken wha’ yer thinkin’ about,” he replied, a teasing lilt to his voice. there was movement under the table and johnny yelped, shooting simon a glare. he started to protest, but simon’s eyes darkened and he withered. you fight back a whimper, squirming in your seat and stuffing another bite into your mouth to stifle the sound.

displays of dominance from your husband were commonplace. he was a domineering man and you never begrudged him an opportunity to throw his weight around at home. he was used to being in charge, and you were used to letting him take the reins. seeing him do it to someone else was even more thrilling, though. the idea of you and johnny both melting into him, giving yourselves over to his control, didn’t do much to help the heat steadily building in your core. simon sighed, his fork clattering against his plate as he set it down.

“can’t enjoy a nice meal without the two of you pawin’ at each other, hmm?” his tone carried no malice, but it was a clear scolding. you almost felt ashamed, like a puppy who’d disobeyed its master. simon’s attention fixed on johnny, who hardly looked as surprised as he had the first time this happened. this time, he was eager, knowing the prize that awaited him if he behaved. “a mutt, tha’s all you are. filthy mutt tha’ can’t keep ‘is paws to ‘imself.” your breath caught in your throat and johnny whined, high-pitched and wanton. your eyes widened, staring between the two of them.

the meal was long forgotten at this point. you’d slaved over the roast, but that was the least of your concerns. not when whatever was happening between your husband and his subordinate seemed much more delicious. “remember wha’ we talked about, yeah?” simon asked, and johnny nodded obediently in response. they’d talked? you felt out of the loop, but it didn’t scare you as much as you felt it should. simon never let anything happen to you; it always happened with you and he would tell you as much as you needed to know.

simon’s gaze fixed on you and you flustered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "gotta earn the right to touch my pretty princess, yeah?” you caught johnny’s nod in your periphery, and all of a sudden, your throat dried up. the weight of both sets of eyes on you was heavy, but not oppressive. it was safe, like a warm blanket straight out of the dryer. it made you gooey at your core, the weight of being so thoroughly admired. you couldn’t say that you hadn’t planned for that; you’d pulled your tightest dress out of your closet with the object of being fawned over.

simon reached for the burgundy napkins you’d carefully set on the table, folded artistically before johnny arrived to give your wandering thoughts something more appropriate to focus on. he wiped the corners of his mouth, folding it tactfully and laying it back down beside his plate. both yours and johnny’s eyes followed it, sharing a secret wish that simon’s fingers would show either of you the same kind of care.

simon noticed, a smirk curling the edge of his mouth as he pushed his chair back to stand. as if commanded, the two of you stand not long after him. johnny’s eyes were shining as he bounced on the balls of his feet, anticipating the treat he would get for his obedience. “c’mon, then,” he muttered, and the two of you fall into step behind him.

you go to the bedroom this time. this didn’t feel spontaneous the way last time had. there was a plan in place, even if you didn’t know the specifics of it. both johnny and simon moved with a practiced ease, tactical and confident. they knew what was happening, and it made it easier for you to fall into the desire that had been practically consuming you all week. you take your place on the bed, leaning back onto the pillows like you did for simon when it was just the two of you. you position your arms to bracket either side of your chest, pushing up your breasts and looking between the two men.

the heat of their gaze on you was enough to burn, both of them admiring you in their own way. simon’s was a quiet possessiveness, a comfort in knowing that you belonged to him. he’d looked at you the same way on your wedding night. johnny’s eyes, though, wanted. he looked at you like a candy display in a store window, the best rifle on the market or the tastiest MRE the british government could supply. simon made you feel wanted, but johnny made you feel desired.

heat rises to your cheeks, your gaze averting to escape the intensity of theirs. simon snaps his fingers and you raise your head again, watching johnny move. the signal meant nothing to you, but it was a command for johnny. he toed off his boots, removing his socks and shirt after that. everything was folded neatly and placed on a chair near the bed until he remained in just his boxer-briefs. simon snapped again, and johnny sunk to his knees by the bed. you were breathless watching the display, how effortless simon’s dominance was and how easily johnny yielded to it.

“good lad,” simon praised, and you both shuddered. he chuckled at the evidence of his influence, stepping over to johnny’s side and laying a hand on his head. “you remember last time, righ’, lovie?” he asked, addressing you. you nod, unsure of where to look. simon enjoyed your eye contact, but johnny was such a vision on his knees. simon hummed, looking down at johnny as well. “got a little impatient, didn’t he?” you nod again, and so does johnny. simon’s fingers tighten around johnny’s mohawk, tugging his head back. your breath catches in your throat at the whine johnny lets out. your chest was heaving now, rising and falling sharply as your heart pounded in your chest.

“we’re gonna teach ‘im a lesson tonight, pretty. you an’ me. nasty pup needs to learn ‘ow to think with ‘is brain and not ‘is cock.” your eyes widen, understanding the purpose behind all the planning. it seemed simon had taken johnny’s education upon himself, making sure it was done just right. it was so like your husband to take in a stray, train him up to be an obedient guard dog. that was exactly what he was doing with johnny: training.

simon released his grip on johnny’s hair, letting the scot’s chin drop to his chest. he was breathing just as heavily as you, the heat of desire flushing his skin and turning it a pretty shade of pink. your lips were parted as you stared down at him, half wondering if he’d get to have you at all tonight. perhaps simon would be cruel and make him kneel on the rough carpet while you relished in all the pleasure. or perhaps simon would let him have another taste of you, but keep a tighter hold on the leash. you pressed your thighs together as the possibilities raced through your mind, feeling the stickiness that was steadily growing.

the sight of johnny was eclipsed by simon’s broad torso. you looked up at him, eyes heavy-lidded but alight with the anticipation of what was to come. no matter what simon did with johnny, you’d get your due. he always made sure of that. “jus’ pretend he’s not even there, dove,” simon murmured gruffly, the gravel in his voice vibrating in your chest. shivers traveled down your spine, rattling each bone on the way down. “gotta ignore ‘em when they’ve misbehaved. only way they learn.”

beside the bed, johnny whimpered, nails digging into the calloused skin on his knees. it felt cruel to give johnny no attention, to leave him wanting and aching while you and simon had your fun. despite simon’s command, you let your eyes fall to the scot while your husband is distracted sucking a mark into your neck. you expected to find johnny looking uncomfortable, maybe giving himself some pleasure in the absence of yours or simon’s hands. instead, his gaze was heavy on the both of you, just watching. his cock stood at attention between thick thighs, red and leaking precum from the tip.

your cheeks instantly flush, tucking your head into the crease between simon’s shoulder and neck. simon hums affectionately, feeling you clam up with embarrassment at realizing what was going on. “he’s jus’ a stupid dog, lovie,” simon soothes, and your cunt clenches at the moan johnny lets out. “no’ like he knows wha’s goin’ on. jus’ focus on me, yeah?” your eyes drift back to his, glassy with tears that want to fall. “there she is,” he croons, stroking your cheek with one hand as he eases the straps of your dress down with the other. “tha’s my pretty girl. let me make ya feel good, huh? earned it, workin’ hard on that dinner like ya did.” you settle back against the mattress, nodding slowly. simon seemed to be enjoying this immensely, and if the glance you stole johnny’s direction was any clue, so was he. they wanted a show, so a show they’d get.

you relaxed into simon’s hold, movements slow and syrupy as you let desire consume you. you’d been waiting all night for this, so it was only right that you got to enjoy it. simon eased your dress over your full breasts, down over your plush stomach and hips. as each inch of skin was bared, the carpet rustled beside the bed with johnny’s impatient shifting. his hands twitched with the phantom sensations of undressing you himself, feeling you squirm under his fingertips. simon’s calloused hand brushing across your chest brought you back to the present, rough skin catching on your sensitive nipple. you jolted and simon grinned with delight. “sorry, doll. gonna be more careful, yeah?” you nod, and simon’s hands continued downward.

he brushed over the curves and valleys of you, taking time to sink his fingers into the fat on your stomach and hips. as much as you were putting on a show for johnny, arching your back and playing up your blissed-out expressions, so was he. every pause, every hum, it was all to show johnny how much he was missing, how much simon was enjoying you. it was one thing to see how much your husband adored you in private; it was another thing entirely to have another man watch you being worshipped. that’s what simon was doing, in truth. worshipping you, paying homage to every curve and divot.

caught up as you were in the excitement of it all, it took you by surprise when one of simon’s fingers pressed into you. it didn’t hurt, not with how wet you had been since the bedroom door shut. the stretch was just sudden and you keened, hips bucking up off the bed. simon’s forearm came up, holding your hips in place. “don’ run from it,” he teased, crooking his finger to brush against that spot that made you melt. the moan that left your lips was guttural, uncontrolled. johnny let out one to match, which made simon chuckle. “hear that, lovie?” he asked, a certain cruelness in his tone. “poor mutt can’t help ‘imself. just too pretty when she’s gettin’ fucked, ain’t she, pup?”

“uh huh,” johnny choked out, thrusting into the air on instinct. there was nothing to sink his poor, neglected cock into, but his body didn’t care. “please, simon, please let me touch her!” simon hummed thoughtfully, as if considering, before turning his attention back to you. you’d been writhing under his hand the whole time, teetering dangerously close to an orgasm. “what do you think, doll?” he asked you, pressing his finger up into your gummy walls. “want me to stop so johnny can have a turn with you?”

you weren’t really thinking anything beyond how desperately you needed to come. you’d been practically edging yourself all day, clenching your thighs and rubbing yourself against the edges of the dining room chairs to get some relief from the overwhelming desire. all you heard was the word “stop,” and you knew you didn’t want that. you shook your head, pressing your hips down to urge simon to continue. simon chuckled, clicking his tongue. “sorry, pup. looks like she ain’t ready for you yet.” johnny whined, but made no move to disobey. one of simon’s many talents was caring thoroughly for his lovers, and johnny trusted in that.

with simon’s attention fully back on you, you felt closer to the edge than ever. his eyes alone made you want to come, deep chocolate focused on nothing but your pleasure. you imagined he stared through the scope of a sniper rifle with the same intensity, trained on his target and eager for his reward. “wanted to come first, didn’t you, baby? wanted my finger just…like…this.” each word was punctuated with a crook of his finger, your toes curling at the intensity. every exhale was a moan or whine or plea to keep going, fully out of your mind with the pleasure you were receiving.

“go on, then. you’ve got a captive audience.” the reminder of johnny sitting there on his knees, watching, was all you needed to fall apart. your orgasm slammed into you, making your thighs tremble and your back arch. you gasped and whined through it, simon’s finger slowing until it finally stilled and eased out of you. your eyes opened just in time to catch him holding his finger down to johnny, wiggling it in front of his face. “well? gonna lick it up like a good dog?” he said sharply. even though he’d asked, his tone made it clear there was only one correct answer.

it’s not like johnny would have refused anyway, the scent of your juices too intoxicating to resist. he leaned forward, lapping at simon’s finger with his tongue. he sucked and licked, making sure to get every drop of you that he could. the sight made your walls flutter around nothing, lust building up again as quickly as it was sated. “so you do know how to use your mouth,” simon snapped, pulling his finger away from johnny’s lips. “must’ve been a fluke last time, then.” johnny nodded, shifting on the carpet to take some pressure off of his knees. “yes, sir,” he replied obediently, and the tone of his voice made your pussy clench around nothing.

simon got up from the bed, yanking johnny up from the floor by his mohawk and pushing him towards the bed. johnny yelped, but went easily, vibrating with excitement. he’d been patient, so now he got a reward. “can’t trust your mouth near ‘er,” simon said, and you felt a bit of disappointment at that. “but you can use yer cock just fine.” both you and johnny perked up, your heart beating faster in your chest. without hesitation, johnny got up on the bed, positioning himself between your legs. you willingly opened them for him, ready for the pleasure of being filled. the thickness of him had felt wonderful in your mouth last time, so you could only imagine how well he would stretch you out.

before he could indulge you, though, simon grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. johnny gasped, his fingers digging into your thighs as he fought to hold himself back. “gotta set some rules first, though,” simon said, releasing johnny’s neck and petting his mohawk. “you do exactly as i say. that goes for both of ya.” you and johnny nod, eager to get to what you’ve both been waiting for. “and for johnny,” simon began, tone darker. “if you cum before she does, i’ll make sure you never feel her sweet cunt again. understand?” johnny shivered, the threat clear. that wasn’t something he wanted to chance. “yes, sir,” he replied, and simon finally moved away.

with johnny’s metaphorical leash dropped, he was free to do whatever he wanted to you, and you were pliant enough to let him. his teeth scraped along your collarbones and the tops of your breasts, licking up the sweat from your skin. you shiver and moan, bringing up your hands to dig your fingers into his shoulders. you earn his teeth clamping around your nipple, the blend of pleasure and pain making you whine. satisfied, johnny raised his upper body, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping it. it wasn’t like he needed to get hard enough to fuck you. no, he was showing off.

“gonna give ya all o’ this, lass,” he rasped, eyes fixed on your dripping wet folds. it was like you weren’t even there, johnny’s gaze locked between your legs. “she’s gonna swallow me up so nice. so warm and wet, can see how bad she wants me from ‘ere.” he wasn’t wrong. every word out of his mouth had your walls fluttering, begging for the pressure of his cock to fill them out.

johnny didn’t make love to you slow and gentle like simon did. simon treated you with care, like a porcelain doll that would shatter if he squeezed too hard. johnny fucked instead, thrusting all the way to the hilt in one go. you arched off the bed, nails digging into johnny’s back as you fought to stay grounded. the pleasure went straight to your head, making you almost dizzy with the force and the overwhelming stretch. in the moment it took you to catch your breath, simon’s weight made a dip in the mattress beside your head. the smell of his musk hit your nose, thick and potent, and you knew in an instant what was going on.

johnny groaned, the thought of what simon was about to do enough to add force and speed to his thrusts. simon ran a hand through your hair, tilting your head up to the angle he wanted it. his eyebrow quirked up, a wordless question to make sure this was what you wanted. you let your mouth fall open as a reply, sticking your tongue out for him. simon’s moan was all you needed to know you’d made the right decision.

it was almost too much, the feeling of simon’s and johnny’s hands on you at the same time. simon was petting your hair with one hand and holding your chin with the other, angling your head so he could fuck all the way down your throat. johnny was touching and squeezing, his hands exploring your thighs and ass with the hunger of a feral animal. the difference between them, simon’s gentleness and johnny’s roughness, made you clench down on johnny’s cock. the scot threw his head back, hips stuttering as he struggled to stave off his release.

“‘s too good, sir,” johnny babbled, thrusting his hips forward once more before stilling. “don’...don’ think I’m gonna last.” the assault on your throat was relentless, simon’s pace remaining steady as he reached over to grab johnny by the neck. “remember the rule, pup,” simon said, voice strained as your tongue caressed the underside of his cock. “gotta make her cum first. you know wha’ to do.” johnny’s thrusts slowly resumed after that, but that was secondary to the electric shock of his thumb on your clit.

there had been so much stimulation, so much feeling, that the circles he was making felt like pinpricks under your heated skin. you gasped, spluttering around Simon’s cock for only a moment before the pleasure evened out into something more bearable. you clenched around johnny’s cock each time he crested the top of your clit, which only made him thrust faster. “c’mon, bonnie. give it to me, i wan’ it so bad!” johnny was practically sobbing above you, his cock twitching inside you with how much effort it was taking to hold back his release.

simon groaned above you, salty pre spilling down the back of your throat. his hand braced on the headboard, he looked like adonis above you, glistening and blissed out with pleasure. “you heard ‘im, doll,” simon breathed out between whispered curses. “mutt’s earned a treat. best no’ keep ‘im waitin’.” johnny’s thumb pressed hard against your clit, and that gave you what you needed to fall over the edge again. your walls tightened around him, clenching down with the force of your orgasm. you could hear johnny above you, babbling about how good you felt, before the warmth of his cum filled you.

seeing his wife and his subordinate losing themselves was enough for simon, too. a few more thrusts and he spilled down your throat, salty cum painting the base of your tongue. you swallowed, giving him a bit more stimulation before they both pulled out of you, leaving you empty.

you didn’t have time to feel the coldness of it, not when johnny was draping himself over you and peppering your cheeks with kisses. “did so good, lassie,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your torso. “such a perfect cunt. thank ye, thank ye for lettin’ me use her.” johnny’s compliments made you fluster, the weight of his adoration almost too much to bear. you mumble back a response, something to placate him, but your tongue is too heavy and your mind too empty.

by the time simon comes back with water and towels, you and johnny are both asleep, his sweaty body plastered to yours. simon could only smile and join the heap, holding you both close. yes, he thought, again hadn’t been such a bad idea.

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materia-girl88 · 8 hours ago

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Third Date Shenanigans

18+, minors dni

you're on your third date with bucky and a little mishap and shared clothing leads to some good times

warnings: smut smut smut, oral (f and m receiving), fingering

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Bucky Barnes didn't have many weaknesses. Having a past as traumatic as his and pushing through to become a better person tended to strengthen someone.

However, you may just be his undoing.

Your third date was a more relaxed affair, the two of you enjoying some dinner you made together and watching a movie at Bucky's apartment.

You were both sat on the soft cushions of his couch with crossed legs, facing each other with bowls of spaghetti balanced on your laps as you talked and laughed.

It was nice.

However, things took a turn when you were both laughing over a story you were telling from your days in college, and as you were lifting a forkful of your pasta to your mouth the noodles slipped and slid down your shirt.

The surprise of it caused you to jump, and in turn your bowl tumbled and your jeans were ruined too.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, Bucky." you huffed, using your napkins to clean the mess on your lap. Thankfully none had gotten on the couch. "I swear I'm so clumsy sometimes. I knew we should've ate at the table."

Bucky let out a laugh as he set his own meal aside on the coffee table and helped you, "It's okay, doll. It happens."

Once the mess was cleaned, you both take in the damage done to your clothing.

While the noodles were cleaned up, there wasn't much saving the saucy mess left on the fabric of your shirt and jeans.

"Well this sucks. I guess I'm gonna have to go early so I can clean up. I really am sorry," you sighed, aggravated with yourself.

Bucky looked over you contemplatively for a silent moment before speaking.

"I could let you borrow some clothes if you want? We're just staying in to watch a movie. It's no big deal," he shrugged.

You bit your lip at him before a small smile spread across your face.

You really hadn't wanted to leave him this early anyways.

"If you really don't mind?" you said, and the way you peered at him through your eyelashes made his chest flutter.

"Not at all, one sec," he stood, heading to his bedroom and grabbing a black t-shirt and some sweats, taking his time to change into his own comfy clothes so you didn't feel alone, then leaving a quick scratch to his cat Alpine's head where she was snoozing on his bed before heading back you.

You smiled at his change of clothes and stood as he came back before you took the ones handed to you. As you passed him you raised on your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek and give him a soft "Thank you" before you head to the bathroom.

He took the time that you were in the bathroom to clean up your dinner and head back into the living room to set up his newly acquired Netflix account.

He was settled back on the couch by the time you came out and all he could think as it was probably a good thing as he may have fallen over otherwise.

"The sweats were too big even when I tied them," you said, flushing as you fiddled with the soft fabric of the shirt that fell to just above your knees, you bare legs poking out underneath, "Is this okay?"

He couldn't help but have to swallow down the lump in his throat before nodding, "Yeah, it's uh. It's no problem at all."

You smiled shyly as you made your way to him, curling back up on the couch with your knees tucked under you.

The dark metal of his vibranium arm moved to grab the blanket he had on the back of the couch, bringing it to you.

"Don't want your legs to get cold, doll" he said and watched as you gratefully took the blanket and spread it over your lap.

You both bickered playfully on what movie you would watch before settling on an old horror movie that you loved and Bucky hadn't seen before.

You weren't long into the beginning of the film before you had scooted into his space, his flesh arm winding around you.

"I love this movie but I always forget how much it freaks me out," you said, looking up at him and a grin.

"It's a good thing I'm here, then," he said, leaning down to press a soft peck to your lips.

Your first kiss had been after your second date, chaste and with a taste of wine that you both had enjoyed at the restaurant you had gone to and since then you had been nearly craving the next one.

"My hero," you said softly, leaving one more kiss to his plush mouth before leaning on his shoulder.

Everything was going great.

Until, that is, you had shifted to get into a more comfortable position and stretched your legs out over Bucky's, letting the blanket rest on both of your laps.

It was meant to be an innocent cuddle, but the feeling on your warm smooth legs against him as you were now practically propped up on his lap was slowly becoming a distraction, his thoughts becoming clouded as the scent of your perfume overtook him, and he couldn't help the tightening he felt in his sweatpants.

Especially when he had risked a glance at you and saw a flash of dark blue lace where you hadn't realized that your shirt had ridden up some.

You could feel his eyes on you and you turned to look at him, wanting to make sure he was still enjoying the movie.

You couldn't help the way you froze when you saw the look in his eyes, hungry yet apprehensive.

"Bucky?" you asked softly, but you let out a surprised gasp as he leaned in and kissed you again, his lips harsh this time.

You couldn't help but let your eyes slip closed as you responded, shifting to wrap your arms around his neck.

Even if you were shocked at the slam of his lips, you weren't upset by it in the least.

You couldn't help but press your thighs together when you felt the slick heat of his tongue against your lips and you were quick to open up to him, letting it brush against yours.

"God, angel. You don't even know what seeing you in my shirt and feeling you against me is doing to me, do you?" he growled as he pulled back just enough to speak.

Your pupils were blown and your lips were red, a bit of stubble burn on your chin, but you loved it.

"I think I have a notion of it now," you said with a breathless laugh.

You made the move this time, leaning back in to kiss him again.

Before you even realized what was happening you were laid back on the couch, head resting on a throw pillow as he positioned himself between your thighs.

His shirt had fully ridden up to your hips now and he couldn't help the groan he let out at the sight of the dark blue panties you wore, a patch of fabric in the middle nearly black with arousal.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his vibranium hand on your right thigh. He wanted nothing more than to trail his fingers upwards and feel the warmth of your skin and the wetness of your need. He was grateful that having full sensation to match his flesh arm was one of the touches added in when he got this arm in Wakanda.

You smiled at him, a bit nervous, and nodded.

"I don't want to...do everything. Not tonight. But you can touch me, Bucky. I want to touch you. I trust you," you told him.

He grinned down at you before he kissed you once more with more heat and need than any of your previous ones.

A soft moan left you as his hips shifted and pressed against you and you reached down, your hand grabbing the metal of his on your thigh, and began to slowly push it towards your panty covered mound.

Your lips broke from his as he cupped you, a gasp leaving you at the sensation.

It didn't deter him as he began to trail his lips to your jaw and then your neck, soft sucks and kisses left to the smooth skin there, leaving marks that you would admire later on.

"Bucky, please," you whimpered, hips moving as he began to rub circles into your wet panties.

He pulled back from you, a whine leaving you as he gripped the bottom of his shirt that you wore, waiting for your nod of permission before he pulled it up and tossed it away.

Your nipples hardened in the cool air of the room and he couldn't help but admire you as he let his flesh hand come up to cup one of your full breasts, wasting no time in getting to work playing with your perked nipple.

At one particularly sharp pinch to it you moaned, back arching.

"Stop teasing me and do something," you huffed.

A chuckle left him as he leaned down to peck your lips once more.

"As you wish, doll."

His lips began back on their trail down your neck but this time they continued on, leaving kisses to your chest and licks to your nipples until you were squirming, before kissing his way down your belly.

When he got to the edge of your panties, he glanced up at you.

"Can I taste you?" he asked, lips brushing your abdomen as he spoke and causing your muscles to tense.

You bit your lip.

"Nobody's ever done that before," you told him, a bit embarrassed over it.

You were by no means a virgin but no guys you had been with before had ever taken an interest in giving oral, even if they received it themselves.

He shook his head.

"That's a crime, baby. I could live between these thighs." he said, turning to press a kiss to the thigh on his left, "We don't have to, but I would love to."

Fuck, this man was a dream come true.

"I want to. With you, I want to," you told him, and a grin graced his beautiful features.

He went back to trailing kisses along the waistband of your underwear before pulling back, hands sliding up your thighs and to your hips, grabbing the fabric and sliding it down.

You helped him get rid of them, lifting your hips and laughing as he tossed them carelessly over his shoulder.

You were naked beneath him now and you let out a yelp as he tugged you closer, your thighs being slid over his shoulders.

You had no time to say anything before you felt warm heat sliding over your clit.

"Oh," you gasped, thighs seizing at the sensation.

Your hands flew to the messy hair that was currently between your legs, fingers entwining in it while his head moved.

His tongue ran from your soaked entrance up to the hard bud of your clit.

"Doll, you taste amazing," he groaned against you, leaving a quick suck to the pulsing bud, "It's a shame nobody has done this for you. I could feast on this pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

A breathy laugh escaped you before it turned into a moan as he got back to work.

"Bucky, holy shit," you whined, and he had to use one arm to rest over your hips as he worked to keep you still.

His free hand soon joined in and he pushed one, then two fingers into your soaked entrance, stretching you open. He explored for a moment before finding the spot within you that had you yelling out your release.

He continued flicking his tongue against your overstimulated clit until you couldn't take it anymore and you pulled him away gently.

He looked up at you, and you were sure your flushed cheeks matched his.

His lips were swollen and glistening but you didn't care as you pulled him up to kiss you, humming at the taste of yourself on him.

Your fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt and pulled it up a bit, "We're a bit unevenly matched here, babe."

He hesitated for a second before letting you pull the shirt off of him.

Your eyes landed on the scar of where his arm used to be where it met the dark metal of his artificial one.

You met his eyes for a moment before leaning in, kissing the gnarled skin.

"You're beautiful to me, Bucky." you told him and a soft smile graced him.

You leaned back up to brush your lips against his as you spoke.

"Now, lean back so I can suck your cock," you commanded softly.

Bucky didn't think he had ever moved so fast, leaning back and taking in the glory of your nude body laying in front of him.

You could see the evidence of his need pitching a tent in his pants and you sat up, quickly switching roles so now he was laying back as you hovered over him.

You leaned down and kissed him as your hands wasted no time in finding the waistband of his pants, tugging them down to expose his cock.

Your jaw dropped at the sight, easily the biggest you've seen.

But you were up for the challenge.

Your right hand came down to wrap around him, barely able to make it all the way around, and you laughed at the soft grunt he let out.

"This is impressive, baby." you told him as you began to stroke the hard length of him.

You straddled his thigh so you could reach him easier and you couldn't help but grind yourself against it just a bit, feeling arousal grow in you once more at the sight.

Bucky was unable to speak, jaw slack as he watched you.

After stroking him for a moment longer you leaned down and let your tongue come out, licking him from root to tip and feeling pride swell in you at his groan.

Your lips wrapped around the tip of him and you sucked, letting your tongue dip into the slit.

"Fuck, doll, you're gonna kill me," he growled, eyes nearly black with arousal.

A giggle left you, causing him to moan once more at the vibrations of it.

Your eyes closed as your head began to bob on him, cheeks hollow as you went.

Your hips began to pick up their pace as you ground on his thigh and he lifted it to help you get a better angle.

The feeling of your moans around him were driving him wild and he grasped the back of the couch with his metal hand, the wood base creaking with his strength as his flesh hand went to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your lips wrapped around him.

You opened your eyes to glance at him through your eyelashes, your free hand that wasn't holding him coming up to tease his balls, and he was done for.

"Goddammit, baby" he growled, and tried to tug you back in case you didn't want him to come down your throat.

You shook your head, speeding up both your mouth on him and your hips, determined to come at the same time as him.

A shout left him as he came down your throat and you whined as you ground your soaked pussy onto him, releasing for a second time.

You took a page from his book and suckled on his tip until he pulled away, unable to take it anymore.

You sat up straight, licking your lips before crawling up to lay on his chest, your naked bodies pressed against each other.

He grabbed the blanket you both had been using before, pulling it over you both before glancing at the movie on the TV that was now scrolling through the credits.

"I think date three was a success," he teased, and you laughed as you propped your chin on his chest to look up at him.

"I can't wait to see what date four brings," you said teasingly, leaning up to kiss him.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #marvel smut #marvel

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yukioos · 22 hours ago

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hiii, can you wirte something about megumi and reader going out with nobara and itadori, and them start asking questions about their relationship and start teasing them (idk if that makes sense, english is not my first language, i love your writing!! 😅🫶)

you and megumi go on a double date with yuji and nobara

“come on, megumi! you and y/n should go on a double date with me and nobara! it’ll be so fun, we can just go out to lunch or something—“ yuji exclaimed, waving around his hands and balling up his fists with a proud smile.

megumi kept a blank expression, but was nearly glaring, “we’re not on a first name basis, itadori.” he crossed his arms, looking down at the shorter boy.

he, in return, laughed, “oh, come on megumi, you know we are! stop trying to change the subject!” his eyes widened and he smiled, waving to someone behind the darker-haired boy. he shouted, “hey, y/n, come here!”

megumi turned his head, and his expression softened once you walked over to him, and gave him a big fat kiss on his soft cheek. he interlocked your pinkies and gave you a small smile, softly trying to pull you back due to how close yuji’s face was to yours.

yuji was right up in your face, causing you to tilt your head back, as he had no concept of personal space. he asked, “do you wanna go with me and nobara on a double date?”

you glanced at megumi, hoping he would answer, but he didn’t. he stared right at you, depending on you to respond for the both of you. eventually, after some thinking, you answered, “sure, why not?”

yuji rejoiced, “yay, it’ll be so fun, trust me! does tomorrow at two in the afternoon work for you? ooh, we should go to that soba restaurant you both like! nobara really likes it too, she always orders this one meal—“

a hand collided with the back of the boy’s head, causing him to groan and whine. megumi stated, “you didn’t even let her respond.”

you chuckled, “two in the afternoon works for us both, and i’m sure the two of us are fine with soba.”

yuji rubbed the back of his head, and he winced, “right, great! i have to be somewhere though, so see you both later!” he quickly scattered off to god knows where, tripping on his way to his room, letting soft curses spill from his mouth.

you spoke before you thought, “can you help me pick out an outfit?” and glanced up at your boyfriend, who stood tall next to you.

he nodded, and the two of you headed towards your room. once you had found an outfit, and a day had passed, the two of you were sitting in a booth at a soba restaurant.

nobara placed her elbow on the table, and her chin on the palm of her hand. your and megumi’s knees touched, a slight reminder of his presence and love, although he didn’t show it in public often. yuji smiled and sat across from you, holding his cheeks in his hands.

the boy spoke, “you know, i was up all night thinking about how megumi must really love you.”

you tilted your head in confusion. where was this coming from?

yuji turned his head to nobara, who immediately turned hers to his, showing a grin. he stated, “you know, i was talking with y/n about all the plans and stuff, then he slapped me on the back of my head and was like, ‘you didn’t even let her respond.’”

the brunette tilted her head back, and asked, eyes focused on megumi across from her, “yeah, it seems like you show her subtle love and stuff. it’s clear the two of you are in deep, but do you not like physical touch or something? i see a lot of couples showing pda to each other but not you. why is that?”

“that’s none of your business.” megumi coldly replied, glaring at nobara and yuji.

“hey, hang on, i saw the two of you basically holding hands yesterday though!” the pink haired boy furrowed his eyebrows. he paused, “it was like the first time i saw the two of you put your hands on each other. do you not show pda often because you’re embarrassed? actually, i don’t believe that. you don’t show affection much in public because you want her all to yourself, right?” yuji ranted.

nobara bellowed, “oh, that’s definitely the reason! do you see how the two of them look at each other?”

“‘oh, y/n, i love you soooo much but i’m so nervous to show it to you!’” yuji teased, deepening his voice to act like megumi.

the dark haired boy frowned, trying to hide his face in his coat, “shut up,” he mumbled, “you guys are so embarrassing.”

his cheeks became warmer, and you rubbed his muscular arm, “oh, come on megs, that’s exactly how you sound!” you joined in on the teasing, causing him to glare at you too, but there was no hatred behind his eyes.

the couple across from you laughed, and as they held onto each other for dear life, you placed your hand on megumi’s cheek. you softly pushed your lips against his, running your hand through his soft hair. he let out a soft sigh and placed his hand on your waist, nearly smiling into the kiss.

you didn’t notice the way the two students’ laughter died out, and nor did megumi, but he sure noticed when he heard a click from a phone and a phone right in your faces.

the two of you pulled away from each other, and he reached for the phone, “delete it, itadori!”

he laughed, “absolutely not! the two of you look so cute here!” he turned around the camera, capturing a moment of intimacy between you and your lover. the two of you looked calm, and at peace, which caught megumi off guard.

he stood silent for a couple of seconds, eyes a bit wider and mouth slightly agape. he then averted his gaze at the table, then murmured, “whatever.”

you giggled, “send that photo to me, yuji.”

of course, megumi rolled his eyes, but a slight smile appeared on his face. he was glad to have such an amazing partner like you and great friends, although they annoyed him sometimes.

sorry this took a while to post, hope you like it!

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excusemyobsessions · 9 hours ago

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LaDS boys when you get home after one of those days

Each of the boys x You/Reader

Genre: Scenario, Fluff, Gender neutral (requested) Scenario: Bullet points regarding each one of the boys and what they'd do for you when you get home after a long, stressful day Word count: About 120-140 for each one, 700 words total

Little note: Yes, I need them too, I feel you.

Warning: use of pet names (pips (Caleb), sweetie (Sylus))

It was one of those days. You're absolutely exhausted by the time you drag yourself home after a very long day.

When you put your key to the door, all you want is the comfort of your home, and him.

Caleb

It smells divine when you set foot in the house.

He's on you seconds after you close the door. He helps you take off your jacket.

“I'm home.”

“Welcome home, pips.”

Waits for you to step out of your shoes and then proceeds to kiss all over your face like it's been weeks since he last saw you.

He smells of body wash and clean laundry and spices and there was no other place you'd rather be than in his arms.

“Dinner is almost ready. I made your favorite,” he tells you.

You're urged off to go shower, change your clothes, whatever you want. He assures you he'll still be there when you come back.

Zayne

Soft jazz music drifts in the room as you set foot in the house. It's playing at a low, soothing tone.

Zayne greets you in the fluffiest cardigan.

“I'm home.”

“Welcome home.”

He presses a kiss to your temple when you meet halfway. You notice his tie draped over the back of the sofa, the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.

You can tell he's tired by the curve of his shoulders. Is there ever a time Zayne isn't overworked?

“I picked up dinner on the way home. It's from that old restaurant near the hospital we liked. Let's eat?”

He sets up everything on the dining room table.

You sit very close and eat together, gentle little touches galore.

Xavier

He's waiting for you like a puppy. The second you're home, he hovers over.

“I ordered take out, it should be here any minute,” he tells you. He knows how you're (*unnecessarily*) distressed every time he tries to cook. He decided against stressing you further.

Urges you off to go change into something more comfortable. You hear the doorbell ring while you're halfway through slipping into one of his big, comfy hoodies.

You find him on the couch, waiting for you, with that one dish and desert you've been craving.

You're wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and you eat face to face, your legs draped over and his.

He listens to your concerns closely, those big eyes of his on you the whole time, oh so earnest.

Rafayel

He's waiting for you to get home to sweep you up and drag you into the shower. He didn't even change out of his clothes when he got home.

He tells you dinner is in the oven, don't worry.

“We're having pie for dinner. Seafood pie, don't look at me like that.”

Picks up on the slightest twitch in your eyebrows, the subconscious barely even there pout.

“Though I did think we could have some sweet, fruit pie for dessert. Would you like that? Great minds think alike, huh? We'll order some later.”

He washes your hair for you, massages your scalp deliciously, takes away the tension on your shoulders with his gentle fingers.

Times the oven time so perfectly you're finishing up drying your hair when the timer on his phone goes off.

You eat in your bathrobes, fluffy and warm.

Sylus

Insists on having you over at his place. Not the base. One of his houses, your favorite one. Just the two of you.

“I ran you a hot bath, sweetie.”

Tells you to take your time, sends you off with the sweetest kiss to the top of your head.

You find him in the kitchen when you're done.

He cooks dinner while you cling to him like a koala. He doesn't mind.

There's a record playing as he cooks and he hums the whole time, completely out of tune but you wouldn't have it any other way.

When you sit on the high counter, he listens to you go off about your day as you eat the most delicious meal.

The oven plings and lord and behold, he baked your favorite treat too.

If you're a crier, I can definitely see you crying a few happy, overwhelmed with love tears. He catches every single one of them.

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anonymusbosch · 3 days ago

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on wanting to do a million things

prompted by @bloodshack 's

i wanna learn SQL but i wanna learn haskell but i wanna learn statistics but i wanna start a degree in macroeconomics also sociology also library science but i wanna learn norwegian but i wanna learn mandarin but i wanna paint but i wanna do pottery but i wanna get better at woodworking but i wanna get better at cooking but i wanna bake one of those cakes that's just 11 crepes stacked on top of each other but i wanna watch more movies but i wanna listen to more podcast episodes but i need to rest but i need to exercise but i wanna play with my dog but i wanna go shopping but i need to go grocery shopping but i need to do the dishes but i need to do laundry but i need to buy a new x y and z but i need to save money but i wanna give all my money away to people who need it more but i wanna pivot my career to book editing but to do that i have to read more and i wanna read more nonfiction but i wanna read more novels but i wanna get better at meditating but i wanna volunteer but i wanna plan a party but i wanna go to law school. but what im gonna do is watch a dumbass youtube video and go to bed

I think I've been doing slightly better this year about Actually Doing Things. not great! but I do a lot and I've been "prototyping" ways to get closer to doing as much as is possible. and if I actually talk about it it's a bunch of very obvious statements but I'll try to make them a little more concrete

rule number one: experiment on yourself

there's no one approach that's right for everyone and there's not even one approach for me that works at all times. try things out. see what works. pay attention to what doesn't. try something else.

rule number two: ask what's stopping you and then take it seriously

example: I often want to do Everything in the evening at like 2 PM, but then get home and am tempted sorely by the couch, and then get stuck inertia'd and not doing much but being tired and kind of bored. why?

if I don't have plans, it's easy to leave work later than planned and hard to make myself do something by a specific time

i'm generally tiredish after work. 4 out of 5 times, that'll go away if I actually start Doing Something, but 1 out of 5 it's real and I will go hardcore sleepmode at 8 PM and just be Done

i use up a ton of my program management/executive function/Deciding Things brain at work and usually find it noticeably harder to string together "want to do Thing > make list of Things > decide on a Thing > do Thing" after I'm home. Even if I have a list of Things to Do, how does one decide! how does one start! and god forbid there's a Necessary thing. then it's all downhill

therefore, mitigations: have concrete time-specific plans in advance.

if I have an art class at 6:00 PM I need to leave work by 5:15 and NO LATER and I can't get sucked into "oh 10 more minutes to finish this" *one hour later*

that also means I have to have a fridge or freezer dinner ready and can't spend 45 minutes cooking "fuck it, what the hell did I put in the fridge, why don't we have soy sauce" evil meal that is not good

plans with friends: dinner! art night! music night! repair-your-clothes night! seeing a show! occasionally, Accountability Time where a friend comes over for We Are Doing Tasks with tea and snacks etc.

for some reason I'm way better about Actually Doing Things when the plan exists already. magically I overcome couch inertia even though I am the same amount of tired! and while I never learn the ability to decouch without plans I at least learn to make them

still working on:

a "prototype" for maybe next month is a weeklyish Study Session for a thing I want to learn about. I want to somehow make it employer-proof (I am accountable to some entity to being at place X at time Y) and haven't figured out a good way. Maybe I can leverage that the local library is open til 8 on wednesdays and somehow make it a Thing? maybe I'll try it!

oh god oh fuck the thing about plans is that if you want to have them you need to make them. christ. a lot of the time I can cover this with some combo of weekend planning + recurring events (things like weekly friend dinner/weekly class) + having cool friends who reach out proactively but it still requires active planning and it can fall thru the cracks

rule three: cool friends

they can take you to things

they can remind you that you can do whatever the fuck you please

i have a friend who is somehow Always doing cool classes and learning shit. and this reminds me that I can ... do that. and sometimes I do

you can take them to things!!

rule four: try to kill the anon hate in your head

obv this depends on your circumstance but sometimes it's worth it to me to look at constraints that "feel real" and check whether they're an active choice I made thoughtfully or, like, the specters of people I don't know judging my choices

time and money are obvious ones. recently was gently nudged towards looking at whether i could give myself more time to Do Things by cooking less. imaginary specters of judgmental twitterites: "it's illegal to spend money. if you get takeout you're the first up against the wall when the revoution comes. make all your lunches and dinners and hoard the money for Later. for Something. how dare you get lunch at the store. you bourgeois hoe. taking charity donations from the mouths of the poor cause you don't have your life together enough to cook artisanal bespoke dinners every night. fuck you." and obviously eating takeout 24/7 is not the answer, but realizing I was not making an active choice helped me try making the active choice instead. "how much do I actually want to balance cost, time, tastiness, and wastefulness of my food, given my amount of free time and my salary and the tradeoff against doing something else? can I approach it differently to do more quick cheap food + some takeout?" -> current prototype: substitute in 1 takeout dinner or restaurant-with-friends a week, 1 frozen type dinner, and then batch cook or sandwiches lunches w/ "permission" to get fast lunch at the store. we'll see how it goes!

i am really really bad at this and find it helpful to talk to other people who can help point out when I'm being haunted by ghosts about it.

rule five: what would it take? what's the next step?

this one i give a lot of credit to @adiantum-sporophyte in particular for, especially for prompting me with questions when I muse about the million-ideal-lives on car rides. what would it look like to do xyz? what's something I could do right now to move in that direction? what's the obstacle? like, actually ask the question and think through it. with a person talking to you! damn! maybe the obstacle to x is that I don't know if I'll like it or if I just like the idea of it. and I don't want to commit to x without knowing. Okay, so maybe an approach would be to find someone who does x and talk to them about how their life is, or maybe it's "spend 15 minutes looking up intro-to-x near me", or "actively schedule 1 instance of x", or something like that. Or maybe it's that I don't know what it takes to do x. Okay, how about on Tues after dinner Adiantum fixes a sweater at my apartment while I spend 20 min looking at prereqs for x. like, it's so basic to say "to do a thing, you could try figuring out how to do it" but I think the important thing here is the feedback/prompting to even recognize "hey, step back, if you don't know the next step then figuring out the next step is the next step"

rule six: habits

prototyping: exercise

I do a lot better when I exercise in the mornings. I do a lot better when I do PT exercises regularly. For a while I was doing PT with friend in the morning every morning before work (accountability! a friendly face to make it more pleasant!) but that didn't really solve - it's not the kind of exercise that makes me feel awake/active, it's like dumb little foot botherings. but: having the habit of morning exercise made it easier to swap out 2 of the 5 days for more intense exercise, and then to swap those 2 for a different more intense exercise when I needed a break. it's easier to build a low-effort version of the habit and then work in the higher-effort one than to just Decide to be the kind of person who gets up at ass o clock to do cardio or whatever

rule seven: set up the structure of your life to make it easy

this is also a "duh" thing but like. on so many levels it comes down to structure your life to make the choice more doable. this can be something like "i structure my life to make vegetarian cooking baseline and vegan cooking the majority by stocking the pantry with staples and spices from cuisines that work well that way" or "i chose an apartment that lets me commute by bike" or "i have my camping gear put away in a fashion that makes it easier to gather frequently and lowers the barrier to trips" or "i keep physical books around to prompt myself to read xyz" to "i don't use instagram or twitter or snapchat or facebook" to . idk.

and in terms of charitable giving: similar deal. I have an explicit budget at the beginning of the year (~10% of my before-tax income), I know in advance what charities I give to, and I know what timing I will use (basically, alerts for donation matching around specific fundraising times). Anything outside the Plan comes from my discretionary budget/fun money. That makes it less of a mental load (the choice is already made; I don't grapple with every donation request or every bleeding-heart trap because I have a very solid anchor on "I give to xyz, the money's set aside") and it's armor against impulsive-but-not-useful scrupulosity. I structure the rest of my spending/life to prioritize a set amount and it makes it easier to follow through

rule eight: if you can do it at work a tiny bit that counts for real life

(infrequently used)

"hi mr. manager I think it would be great if I could use enough SQL to make basic queries in the database so we don't have to go through the software team for common/basic questions. I'd like to take 1 hr on Friday to go through some basic tutorials and then 1 hr with Pat on Monday so he can walk me through an intro for our specific use case. I estimate this will help save the team a couple hours a week of waiting for answers from the other team." and then you have enough of a handle with baby's first SQL that you can add little bits and bobs as you exercise it. this is responsible for a medium amount of my knowledge of python and all 3 brain cells worth of SQL.

rule nine: life is an optimization problem

not in, like, "you need to optimize your skincare and career and exercise and social life and have everything all at once" that's not what optimization means. optimization is like, maximize something with respect to a set of constraints. i explicitly Do Not do skincare beyond "wash face" and "sunscreen" bc I want to optimize my life for like looking at weird plants in the mountains. explicitly choosing to put time and money elsewhere! can't have it all all at once. so fuck them pores. who give a shit. yeah i ate a lot of protein shakes instead of home cooked breakfasts this week bc i was prioritizing morning exercise. im looking at this beautiful bug and it doesn't know what fashion is or what my resume looks like. im holding a lizard. im not spending time on picking cool clothes or whatever bc i spent that time looking up lizard hotspots on purpose.

that's really long and probably mostly, like, not surprising? but i keep benefiting from ppl being like "hey have you considered Obvious Thing" framed very gently

#long post

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save-the-villainous-cat · 10 hours ago

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"You're doing better," the villain said.

"You think so?" the hero choked out. They jumped off the treadmill and took in breath after breath greedily. The villain shot them a look, scanning the hero.

Two months ago, the hero had shown up at their doorstep, bleeding, crying. It was like the villain had found a bird with a broken wing. They had spent the last weeks nursing that bird back to health. And although they tried to keep their distance, they had always favoured the hero from the very beginning - they couldn't exactly deny that.

The hero was still taking in deep breaths and eventually, their soft eyes found the villain's. The villain was tempted to look away, but they couldn't deprive themselves of beauty any longer. Especially when it was right in front of them. The hero wasn't theirs in the first place and the villain knew they would go seperate ways again, now that the hero had recovered.

So, did it even matter if the villain looked at them for a little too long?

In a few weeks, they would be on opposite sides anew, trying to stop each other. The villain took their time to admire every little detail, took in the sight of them famishedly, as if it was the last moment they would ever share.

"Are you okay?" the hero asked. Their breathing returned to normal and they stared back at the villain curiously. Sweat ran down their temples. There were still a couple of bruises that hadn't healed entirely. And the villain themselves felt like they had worked out for two entire hours alongside with them.

"Of course," the villain said. "You have improved significantly."

The hero smiled, almost as if they were shy - which was definitely not true - and tilted their head a little.

"Thanks to you."

"You're doing the running, not me," the villain said.

"Without you I would still be limping." There was nothing to reply. The villain's vocabulary was scarily empty. They had always been rather bad when it came to receiving anything close enough to gratitude that was being tossed towards them, they had always tried to look at the world objectively. No opinion, no emotions, just facts and figures.

But whenever the hero was around, the foundations of their worldview crumbled a little. It was annoyingly challenging.

The hero caught that.

For some reason, they always detected the villain's emotions accurately.

Which was in itself also annoyingly challenging.

"Either way, I still got a lot to work on." The villain said nothing, they simply watched the hero and saw the hero the people longed for, the hero the people mourned at the moment.

Most thought the hero had died. Some speculated they had survived. No one had answers.

And for better or for worse, the villain's heart tightened when they got reminded that, in fact, they were the only one who knew about the hero's whereabouts.

The hero was right here. Right here in front of them. Right in their hand. Using their towels, their dishes. Eating their food and sleeping on their pillows. The hero was here, they were right here. And yet, they knew it was foolish to think that they belonged to one another, wasn't it?

"You'll be back to work soon, right?" the villain asked. Their voice was quieter than they had wanted it to be.

"...I guess so. I was planning my grand return in a month or so. Can you imagine how the city will react?" They let out one of their little giggles and the villain's heart started to rip open gradually. "I hope no one will get mad at me. Licking my open wounds in peace should be allowed, shouldn't it?"

"Of course," the villain said. Letting go wasn't the villain's strong suit. They couldn't bear the thought of an empty apartment. Not to find the hero napping on the couch in the afternoon. To stand alone at the stove, cooking a meal for one. They couldn't imagine themselves staying up past 12 again because there was no hero to scold them.

They couldn't imagine being so far away, so out of reach that they had to wonder if the hero was even looking back at them. Those past two months meant the world to the villain. And if the hero wanted to leave in four weeks again?

Three months are an entire season.

A season of their hero.

"You're so quiet today, are you getting sick?" The hero pressed the back of their hand against the villain's forehead.

"Just tired," the villain said. "I'll lay down for a bit if that's okay with you."

"Don't sleep through dinner, though." The hero gave one of their crooked smirks.

"Wouldn't dream of it," the villain said and they meant every word of it.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain

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jude457 · 1 day ago

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I haven't been able to get "between the ash and the sea" out of my head these past days, so I thought I'd pop in and share my little headcanon I got based on your fic where the glimpse of In-ho's relationship and the pink soldiers was shown, especially him and that young Manager.

In your fic, In-ho tells the Manager to leave the island and save his own life as well as the others, and yeah Something has awaken in me when the Manager asks if In-ho's coming too. Another brotherly angst between In-ho and the young Manager who reminds him of Jun-ho? I mean, of course, In-ho's not going to replace Jun-ho, but in my humble opinions, I can see him developing a soft spot for the young soldier who reminds him of his own brother, and I can also see the young Manager looking up to the Front Man and seeing him as his role model.

I think there're at least some of the pink soldiers who are loyal to In-ho, whether or not they've ever seen him without his mask. Since In-ho's all about fairness and equality. Maybe the previous Frontman's treated them terribly, and when In-ho stepped in, things changed for the better. Yes, there are rules and breaking the rules means death, but In-ho is fair and In-ho has principle. In-ho doesn't punish them unless they break the rules, and In-ho doesn't tolerate bullshit.

So this sparked me into having this headcanon that the young Manager, whom In-ho told to leave the island, is loyal to In-ho / Front Man.

Also another headcanon I think of is this; Jun-ho and Gi-hun are struggling trying to save In-ho's life, but the problem is that they don't have the right tool / right equipment to save his life. And In-ho is dying. Until, just before it's too late, the young Manager shows up, still in the pink jumpsuit. Jun-ho and Gi-hun are about to shoot him on the spot when the young Manager says he's here to help "his Captain" (aka In-ho).

And he (the young Manager) is no longer loyal to the game. But instead he's loyal to In-ho, his Captain, doesn't matter if In-ho's still the Front Man.

AAAAAAAA YOU HAVE PLANTED THESE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD AND NOW I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM

And also, thank you for feeding us with the best In-ho whump!

YES!!!—thank you for saying this because I’ve been thinking about it so much. I really think it’s possible for Inho to end up quietly looking out for the guards because so many of them are so young. A lot of them are probably barely out of high school, maybe even the same age Junho was when they were still close, and whether he wants to admit it or not, that does something to him. It’s like seeing little echoes of his brother everywhere—kids who got swept up in something they probably didn’t even fully understand, wearing masks and holding guns like it’s a game. It hits him hard. And I think that guilt he carries over Junho—everything he lost, everything he did—starts to shift into this almost paternal, protective instinct toward the ones who remind him of who his brother used to be.

Inho never shows it, not openly. He stays cold, keeps the mask on—he has to maintain control—but there are these little things. Like, I have this headcanon that sometimes the guards find something sweet with their meals. Just a small square of chocolate, or a piece of fruit, nothing major. But it’s weirdly specific and always happens on days when tensions have been high or someone’s been punished publicly. Like he knows morale is low, and this is his way of softening the edges just a little.

And when one of them gets sick—not badly, just a cold or a fever—they’ll sometimes find medicine in their locker the next day. No one says a word, there’s no big announcement. Just… it’s there.

I also really love the idea that sometimes when the guards are messing around—laughing, poking fun at each other, being kids—Inho sees it and looks the other way. Not because he’s being lax, but because something in him can’t bring himself to shut that part of them down. That playfulness, that dumb harmless joy—it’s the one shred of humanity they get to keep in a place designed to erase it. And he can’t bear to take that away from them.

I fully believe some of the guards have picked up on this—not in a direct “oh the Front Man cares about us” kind of way, but like… they sense it. That he’s not like the ones who came before. That he’s strict, yes, and he will not tolerate disobedience—but he’s fair. And if you stay in line, there’s a strange kind of safety under his rule. A silent understanding. Maybe even respect.

AND YOUR HEADCANON FOR BETWEEN THE ASHES AND THE SEA .

AHHH I love this idea so much—it’s exactly the kind of emotionally loaded dynamic I’m obsessed with. I’m honestly so bummed I’m in the editing phase right now because if I were still drafting, I would’ve absolutely found a way to work that scene in—like the young Manager helping Junho and Gihun move Inho, visibly shaken, trying to comfort him, and Junho really seeing that this kid cares. That it wasn’t all fear or control—some of the guards genuinely respected him, maybe even loved him in some twisted, complicated way. It would’ve hit so hard.

I actually have a little one-shot in the works that plays with something similar. It’s set right after the cliff standoff between the two brothers. Inho is back in his quarters, bleeding badly from the shoulder, refusing help, absolutely falling apart in private. He’s trying to stitch himself up or just letting the blood pool around him, refusing to show weakness. And then a guard who witnessed the whole thing does the unthinkable: enters his quarters without permission. With real medical supplies. He knows he’s breaking every rule—he knows he could be executed for seeing the Frontman unmasked. And Inho does momentarily snap. He moves immediately to discipline him, to deal out punishment for both trespassing and seeing his face—because that’s a line no one is allowed to cross.

But then he hesitates. He tells the guard to take off his mask. And when he sees the face—it’s his brother’s. Not literally, but close enough. Close enough to completely break him.

The anger drops. The instinct to punish slips away. All that’s left is this raw, ruined man pretending—just for a moment—that it’s Junho standing there. That he’s being taken care of by him. The guard, terrified but steady, doesn’t say anything. He just quietly tends to the wound. And Inho lets him.

Honestly if you have any more Inho Whump head canons, 457 , or Hwang Brothers angst my DMs are open. Your ideas are my bread and butter.

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kentozone · 2 days ago

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I feel like Nanami AND Gojo are such caretakers to each other post canon(the good end)

Gojo quits sorcerery but doesn't stop working with the kids. (imo in this "good" end, Gojo makes a binding vow to 'give up' the Six Eyes in order to save his kids but sitll takes the brunt of the WCS damage). He still teaches them and shows them what he can. I imagine after everything, in the absence of being overstimulated, he's under stimulated. There's always something missing until he sees his husband.

Kento also quits, as much as he wants to keep helping, he can't. In his version, he did get burnt by Jogo but stays passed out for longer, so Mahito doesn't happen--with the caveat of him loosing his arm and scarring on the burned side(so nerve damage!).

And they take care of each other! In th aftermath both of them are in comas(either medically induced or otherwise), but Gojo wakes up first. He wakes up and the first thing he does before he's even cleared to get up is ask where Nanami is. In the days that come before Nanami's awakening, Gojo spends them by his bedside, talking to him and bringing his favorite breads to "share"(he likes to think nanami eats them in spirirt).

They both grieve the part of themselves they lost. Gojo has a hard time walking due to the WCS causing some spinal injuries. Nanami opts to not have a prosthetic fitted, there wasn't much left to attach it on(shoulder disarticulation) but has a hard time adjusting to.. everything.

But they manage.

After so long of Gojo having to take care(or more accurately not doing so) of himself for so long Nanami notices all the times he comes home tired. Has a warm meal at home whenever possible, providing acts of kindness and silent affection since he isn't really the most vocally articulate with his feelings. Gojo also helps out where he can! He cuts veggies for him and more often then not finds himself buttoning Nanami's shirts for him

more to come but im just drabbling

#nanago #nanago drabbles #nanago thoughts #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk thoughts #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu satoru #satoru gojo #kento nanami #gojo x nanami #nanami x gojo

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mwahgo · 15 hours ago

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OMG HII I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS AND SAW YOUR REQS OPEN ❤️❤️

Can I request Kid x Reader, Reader is part of his crew and is dating Kid. But during the events of Sabaody reader gets a little too close to Law making Kid jealous. So he drags reader to the ship and ties her up as punishment

Feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable with it, sorry if I have bad english! Have a good day!

ONLY ME

— Eutass Kid x Fem!Reader (One Piece)

[+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

: ̗̀➛ Summary: Kid is dating you, but when a certain surgeon comes around, he gets incredibly jealous.

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 2.6k words

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: Soft Kid, teasing, porn with plot, jealousy, possessive Kid, somewhat inaccurate events in Sabaody, misuse of devil fruit, fingering, ripping clothes, nipple biting, degradation, names such as brat and slut, P in V, unprotected sex.

Mwahgo's Notes: TSYM FOR THE REQ!!💗 i hope i did kid justice, I don’t know him as a character that much other than 🙇‍♀️ Also, requests are still open (1 more slot left!)

The Victoria Punk boarded the island of Sabaody Archipelago in search of a professional ship coater to help them cross the Red Line and enter the New World. You observed from the rails as the crew shouted orders to each other as they anchored the ship and pulled down the gangway. Heavy footsteps approached you from behind as you turned to see your boyfriend, Eutass Kid, who smiled smugly as he admired the view of Sabaody.

“What are you smirking about?” You asked.

He chuckled, “I’m just proud that we’re getting close to our goals,” He said.

Your eyes widened at his confidence, watching the shine glimmer in his eyes as you chuckled, “You’re really excited to get to the New World, huh?”

He nodded as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “That’s right and I’m glad that you’re here to support me,” He grinned down at you.

You smiled, happily as you heard a shout from below, “Kid! Everything’s all settled!” Killer’s voice echoed.

Kid pulled away from the embrace as you both went down the gangway and your boots landed on Sabaody’s soil. You eyes widened in wonder as you stepped around the grassy floor, feeling a slight mushy texture as bubbles erupted from the grass.

“Sabaody is so weird yet amazing..” You muttered, admiring the bright and the bubbly atmosphere of the archipelago.

The Kid pirates walked around the grooves, the gigantic trees gives off an enchanting ambience while the bubbles float to the top. You watched the locals of Sabaody do their daily routine as your gasped in surprise with their transportation—a man rides a bike but the bike doesn’t use wheels, but a big bubble as he pedaled around with his grocery. A woman holding hands with her child as they held a bubble attached on a string—kinda like a balloon but it can carry items. You kept a lingering stare at the small family as you felt a large hand placed on your lower back, snapping out of your curious daze.

You look up to see Kid, a stern look on his face, “Keep walking, I don’t wanna lose you,” He said. You chuckled at his protectiveness as you continue walking until you reached the main city of Sabaody. Shops selling various stuff like outfits, household items and restaurants opened their doors for their customers to enjoy their meal. Some small food stalls opened up their businesses and started selling their products, but one stall caught your eye as you turned to Kid.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go there and buy some takoyaki. Want some?” You asked.

The red haired rolled his eyes, “Do whatever you want,” He grumbled, “Just meet us at the bar,” He ordered.

You pouted at the passive-aggressive tone as you walked off to buy some takoyaki. Kid and some of the other members entered a bar, the customers inside flinched at the sudden intrusion. The bartender shakes in his spot behind the counter as Kid grinned menacingly before finding a large table and plopped on the chair. He waved his hand to the waiter as they approached with caution—scared to angering the pirate, “We’ll just get a few pints, yeah?” He ordered as the waiter walked away quickly.

You, on the other hand, is currently in line for the takoyaki—hands stuffed in your pockets as you waited for your turn in line. A child on his father’s shoulder looked at your curiously, his eyes big and bright as his mouth agape. You gave him a blank stare at first, uninterested at the child but as soon as he started babbling, you gave it a small smile as he responded with a cute coo. He walked away with his dad as you stepped forward to the takoyaki stand. The seller turned around to greet the next customer, but he suddenly flinched at your presence.

“A-A pirate?!” He exclaimed, his voice shaking.

Your eyes widened at his reaction, “Look, just because I’m a pirate doesn’t mean I’ll immediately cause trouble,” You sighed, frustratedly, “Now hurry up and take my damn order,”

The laughter of the Kid Pirate crew members echoed inside the bar as the customers stared at them, warily—the rowdy pirates are trashing the place but they’re mostly scared of Kid, who is considered one of the super rookies. A pirate who has only been sailing for a few months and has already exceeded his bounty of 300 million is one to be terrified by.

The door bursts open as the customers all flinched in fear and surprise as you walked in with your takoyaki in hand, looking around to find a familiar red haired. You spotted Kid with the others as you happily walked over while munching on your takoyaki, “Hey Kid, I’m back!” You called.

He turned to you and grinned, didn’t said anything, just your presence alone suffice him. You were about to sit on the chair next to him, but his arm reached out to your waist and pulled you down on his lap, making you yelp, “Kid?!”

He only smirked smugly, “What? Can’t have my girl sitting prettily on my lap?” He teased as you sighed in response.

Kid passed you a pint of beer and as you finished the takoyaki, you immediately grabbed the pint and chugged down the beer. The other crew members cheered you on as you wiped your face with the back of your hand, “Hey! Can I get another one?” You called to the waiter.

As Kid lets you have your fun (and his as well while you’re sitting on his lap), he spots another familiar pirate in the other corner of the bar. You looked over to see Scratchmen Apoo sitting at the far corner of the bar, staring menacingly at Kid, “That’s Scratchmen Apoo, heard he has a 198 million bounty,” You informed Kid, as you drank your second pint of beer.

The red haired grinned threateningly, and the next thing you know, an explosion erupted from inside the bar as Apoo popped out of the cloud of smoke—already in his battle stance. Kid emerged from the dark smoke as he pulled out his knife from its holster. They were about to have a brawl when your small transponder snail started ringing as you pulled it out from your pocket.

“You better be quick, Kid is about to have a fight right now,” You grumbled while looking after Kid.

“Hey (Y/N), we found the human auction house. Meet us in Groove 1,” In the other side, Heat informed.

Your eyes widened at the information as you quickly turned to Kid, “Kid, enough! Heat called and he said they found the auction house,” You called out.

Kid paused for a moment before he puts his knife back in the holster, “You better be lucky, Scratchmen. But the next time I see you, I’ll go for the kill,” He smirked menacingly before he turned his back and left with you and the crew.

As the residents of Sabaody fled in terror, the ground trembled with an explosion. Killer is joined by Urogue, another great rookie. Killer threw hits against each other while avoiding Urogue's nasty weapon attack. Killer drew his weapons and Urogue prepared another assault as they charged at each other, but they were stopped by another super rookie, X Drake, who had pulled his weapons and was blocking both Killer and Urogue's attacks.

When you and Kid arrived to pick up Killer, they had already backed down, with X Drake standing between him and Urogue while things settled down. Killer dropped his weapons as Kid approached him to alert him about the human auction house, and you looked around at the other super rookies. Urogue never really piqued your interest, but you've heard that X Drake has the Ryu Ryu no mi, which allows him to transform into a dinosaur, which you find fascinating. But another newcomer drew your eye: Trafalgar Law sat on a box, his elbows on his knees, observing the situation.

Law is the Surgeon of Death—a precise and professional doctor of the seas. You heard great miracles that he did and as doctor of the Kid Pirates, you greatly admire his work. His piercing gaze landed on you as you jumped in surprise, never realizing that you’ve been staring at him. You took your opportunity to approach him as he smirked at you, “What does the doctor of the Kid Pirates want from me?”

Your determined look towered above him as he kept his smirk, “As a doctor to another doctor, I wanna talk to you about medical stuff,” You said, “.. I’m not the greatest doctor around, but I want what’s best for my crew, so please..” You explained.

His lazy eyes widened at your confession before chuckling, “Alright then,” He stood up from the box and started talking with you.

As you and Law talked, Kid finished conversing with Killer and went around to call for you, but his eye twitched when he saw you chatting with Law. The subtle closeness, the friendly eye contact, and the way he smirked at you made his veins tighten in displeasure. How dare he just get up and talk to you as if you don't belong to him? Your laughter was the final straw for him, and he marched towards you, grabbing your hand with force before yanking you away from Law.

The sudden force caught you by surprise as you yelped at the tight grip, “K-Kid?! What’s going on?” You exclaimed.

He gritted his teeth in jealousy, “Shut up, we’re going back to the ship..” He ordered, leaving you wondering how you made him so angry. He dragged you back to the Victoria Punk, his tight grip still present as you kept pleading him to let you go or at least explain the situation, why is he acting that way. You try to jog your memory—remembering what kind of act you made him angry but none of it makes sense. He dragged you to his quarters—slamming the door open before throwing you harshly to the plush bed, making you yelp.

You turned to get mad at him but he suddenly used his devil fruit and manipulated metal wires to wrap around your arms and legs. The metal wires spread your legs open as the ones on your arms bounded you on the headboard, “Kid, what the hell is wrong with you?!” You yelled.

A vein popped on his temple as he climbed onto the bed, straddling your lap, “What the hell is wrong with me? You should ask yourself that..” His voiced drop in a menacing tone as you gave him a confused look, “… I saw how you throw yourself at that fucking pathetic doctor,” He scoffed.

You looked at him like he was insane, “’Throwing myself’? Are you fucking nuts??” You asked.

“I would go fucking nuts if my own girlfriend is being a slut to other pirates,” Kid grunted as he started to take off his clothes.

You blushed heavily as Kid stripped himself naked, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen, the veins protruding on his shaft. You felt your pussy getting wet through your panties as his large hands ripped your clothes off, making you gasp in surprise. Your breasts spilled out from your broken bra as he ripped your pants open, exposing your soaked pussy.

Kid grinned menacingly at your aroused body as he leaned down and whispered to your ear, “And I’m gonna make sure you’re gonna go nuts on my cock today,” He sneered.

You whimpered under your breath as he leaned down and started playing with your hardening nipples, his tongue swirled around the bud as his hand traveled down to your pussy. His thick fingers played with your pussy before experimentally inserting them inside, making you moan. He chuckled darkly before his teeth sinks on your nipple, making you gasp sharply. His two fingers pistons inside your pussy as you moaned loudly, legs shaking in the metal wires tied around you. Your wetness coated his fingers as Kid quickens his pace, now his thumb played with your clit, “Look at you, already going crazy on my fingers,” He laughed, watching your face contorted into pleasure.

You felt the tight coil in your stomach and as you were about to cum, he pulled out his fingers, making you whine. That ticked him off as he grabbed your cheeks and stared intently in your eyes, “You don’t get to fucking whine when you’re going around acting like a brat,” He growled.

You wanted to answer back but you didn’t want to piss him off more as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock laid on your sensitive pussy. He spits on his cock before thrusting his hips, smearing your juices on his cock, “Please, Kid… Fuck me,” You begged.

He laughed, “Oh now you’re begging me to fuck you? Damn slut, going around getting attention from other pirates,” He mocked before sliding his cock inside you, making you gasp at his size. He didn’t wait for long as he started a sharp pace—pounding deep in your pussy as you moan loudly. The metal wires around you held onto your limbs tightly, almost bruising your arms and legs as your skins slapping together echoed in the room. Kid grunted in your ear as you moaned along with him, your eyes crossing from the intense pleasure as his cock hits your g-spot.

“F-Fuck, Kid! Oh god, you’re fucking me s-so.. good!” You moaned.

He chuckled darkly, “Yeah, you think that bastard Law can fuck you like this?” He sneered, his hips bumping onto yours, “Huh?! Tell me, who fucks you this good?!” He growled.

You squealed at the intensity, “You, Kid! You fuck me so good!”

He laughed at your answer as his pace quickens, grunting loudly as he could feel his climax coming, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby… Fuck, gonna cum in this cute pussy,” He grinned.

You felt a pressure building inside as you came on his cock, screaming loudly as Kid groaned against your neck—his cum spilling inside your pussy. You panted heavily as your body slumped down on the plush bed, your body covered in sweat as he plopped down on top of you, almost knocking the wind out your lungs on how heavy he is, “God, fuck… I told you.. I-I’m not throwing myself at Law,” You explained.

Subtly, he rolled his eyes, “Yeah well.. He was annoying to look at with you,” He argued, which made you look at him.

“Kid, were you…” You stifled a laugh, “… Were you jealous?”

He sat up on his hands, gripping the pillow by your head as he angrily looked down at you, “I’M NOT JEALOUS!” He yelled making you laugh more.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled down for a kiss on his lips. He let out a small yelp before melting into your kiss. You pulled away as you smile up to Kid, “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t leave you for someone else,” You convinced.

“Damn right you aren’t” He huffed, making you giggle, “Now let’s get out of here, before the ship coater finds us,” He smirked as you nodded, getting up from the bed to put your clothes back on.

#anime #one piece #one piece x reader #anime smut #one piece x reader smut #kid x reader #eutass kid x reader #kid one piece #eutass captain kid #kid smut

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ophelia-ophelian · 2 days ago

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I can(’t) promise I’ll come back

Caleb x reader

A/N: Yeahhh, I finished Caleb’s spring card and I was genuinely crying by the end of it because I am Unwell about him. I had to write this because the end of the card was so ahhhh. So please enjoy the angst → comfort/fluff

Content: Caleb being Caleb when hiding secrets, death scare, reader has hair, but no specific hair type is used (he washes reader’s hair but that’s it lol), anger and denial grief, and I think that’s it?

Word Count: 3322

It had been a week since you last saw Caleb, when he took you to Cloudspace IV to make up for the letters you found in his study. They weren’t ordinary letters either – those stacks of letters, all addressed to you, that were just “protocol” for him, made in his own handwriting, pouring his love into each one – were his designated last words to you if he… on a mission. You hate to bear the thought. These letters were to be sent to you to go through if Caleb went out and never returned from the Fleet.

After you found them and overheard the conversation between him and Liam, you confronted him. He kept trying to change the subject so he wouldn’t have to discuss the possibility of you losing him again. From finishing his model, to discussing places to visit in Skyhaven, to him even trying to distract you with teasing touches just so you two wouldn’t deal with the uncomfortable conversation of final goodbyes, knowing that you two could never see each other again once either of you go out for a mission. After your small spat, he observed your cold attitude towards him which he knew was a front to cover the fact that those letters and him brushing your worries off hurt you deeply. You already lost him once, you already went to his funeral after Gran’s house blew up with him in it, you already mourned the fact you’d never see him again.

And then he came back to you.

He felt guilty once he sent you back to Linkon, watching you walk into the Coelum Express, barely glancing behind as you drag your suitcase along. Even after you returned to your apartment, Caleb kept watch over you. It didn’t help that Caleb could barely sleep anyway, but now he remains staring at his ceiling replaying how you barely returned his hugs and would turn your face away whenever he went to kiss you. He sighed and went over the kitchen to get a glass of water, still lost in thought. The tears threatening to spill over as you hold his unsent letters, voice trembling, and lip quivering still remained fresh in his memory. In the silence of his dark kitchen, cold water refreshing his mind, was when he decided he would make it up to you and apologize for everything. He wanted to take you to a paradise for just you and him.

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Yes, it had been a week since you both took that loving boat ride amidst the flowers when you were watching the news. You were sitting on your couch – a warm meal in your hands you whisked up quickly after work – flicking through channels before the breaking news made your heart drop to your stomach and twisting into an emotion you couldn’t quite describe that fervently switched between anguish and horror. The reporter’s voice quickly drowned out by the heat rising to your face, blood rushing to your ears, making every sound a muffled gurgle as you quickly found yourself unable to breathe. Caleb called earlier to tell you he was going out for a patrol and said he would be there and back so he could come visit you in Linkon before you could even utter his name. That sweet and silly call plays back in your mind as you read the headline behind blurry tears, “Fleet emergency landing ends in crash.”

Reporters state a rescue team has already been sent out, along with the Fleet closing down the area. They also urge civilians to rest assured that everything is under control and not worry as troops are working their hardest to remedy the situation.

You remain frozen, your once warm meal now room temperature, completely forgotten rests on the coffee table with your shocked expression staring past the TV into the void as your thoughts of Caleb consume you. You could see him in his Colonel uniform, so crisp and clean, now disheveled, his plane shaking around him, alarms blaring, and him doing his best to make it back to you, like he promised.

You could feel his cold realization that in spite of all his training, all of his efforts, and through all of the pain he went through, was for naught as the ground came closer and closer. You tear up as you could only imagine how Caleb would laugh to himself that you would never get to taste the apple jam he makes specially for you again. That you would have to go back to his place and find the necklace he swore to always wear underneath his pillow for you to hold onto once more – like you did the first time you lost him. Shaking, you shrink in on yourself and imagine Caleb loading the memory chip up on his communication device and replaying the pictures of his graduation where you ran up to him, bouquet in hand, the moments you shared when you revisited your old high school and finally saw what he wished for on the top of the graffiti wall, and even replaying the video you took not even a full week ago, where you two were laughing among the fragrant and beautiful flowers.

You let out a choked sob in disbelief that you would have to go through the pain and grief of losing him all over again. Anger soon bubbled over as you swore at the universe for doing this to him again. You cursed the universe for making Caleb break promise and after promise for no other reason than the universe playing a sick joke, it’s cruelty taking you apart at the seams.

You frantically turn off the TV before rushing to your room to pack a suitcase. In spite of everything that has been thrown at Caleb, you knew he would be able to find a way to beat death again. He’s done it before and has faced countless dangerous missions – some you know he won’t even tell you about in fear of you worrying over him. Deep down, you still have the fear of having to face the music that Caleb might never return from this one, but you still held faith in him. You continue to shove clothes and necessities into the case before rushing to the Coelum Express and barrelling to Caleb’s place once you arrive at Skyhaven. You quickly are able to unlock his door due to you having your fingerprints saved in his database and rush past his front door.

Caleb is going to come back, you thought to yourself, he’s going to be tired after recovering, so I’m going to clean up his place and cook him some food. I’m going to take care of him for a change. With that, you begin to tidy up and clean like you planned, you also decide to cook a few meals for him so he won’t have to worry about anything once he returns. The thought of going to Caleb’s bedroom and finding his necklace crosses your mind for a moment before you push it back down, convincing yourself that he’s going to put it back on once he comes home.

You finish cleaning and putting away the meals and other foods you prepped for him – even though you had to go shopping, you realize Caleb takes better care of you than he does himself – and finish everything off by lighting a few candles to have his home smell warm and welcoming once he does eventually come back. Satisfied you settle on the couch and watch some of the movies he has saved and catch up on your social media timeline. A few hours pass before you realize how late into the night and early morning you stayed up until and decide to clean yourself up before heading to bed, opting to sleep in his bed so you can feel closer to him in spite of how much you miss him.

You awake the next morning to the sound of silence, not even the birds or the rush of engines can be heard. You roll over to check your phone to see if Caleb has tried to reach out to see your notification screen bare. Sighing, you sit up and call off for a few days at work just so you can stay at Caleb’s place a little longer, hoping that you can welcome him home once he’s safe and sound. Your stomach growls as you groan to get out of bed, making yourself something small to eat before going back to sleep. Surely Caleb will be there when you wake up.

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It’s been days since you’ve seen or heard any news regarding Caleb or the crash, and it’s no surprise how depressed you became after continuing to deny that Caleb may not be coming home. You begin the mornings with the new routine his absence has left you with of eating something small, showering, and sitting on his couch, on your phone, waiting and listening for his familiar footsteps or even the ding of the door being unlocked. You find yourself sitting on the same corner of the couch, one of his shirts on with a blanket draped across before you throw your phone to the side and doze off. That was when it hit you, his shirt doesn’t smell like him anymore and his usual spot on the couch no longer has the imprint of his weight. You sit up while looking around, noticing his models have started collecting dust along with the games he has set up for you two to play beside his console. This alone makes a lump form in your throat as you shakily get up and fall face first onto his bed and realize that like his shirts, Caleb’s scent is completely gone.

Tears start to blur your vision again when you hear your phone ringing from the other room, specifically the ringtone you set up for Caleb. You rush over, nearly tripping, to grab your phone to pick up and accept the call.

“Hey Pipsqueak! I haven’t heard your voice in awhile and I wanted to know what you were up to,” said a deceivingly happy voice. One that you would think would be exhausted or even strained having gone through what you knew happened to him. You stayed silent on the phone, fighting back sobs as you tried to find a way to respond to him. Sure you could be angry at him for calling you back days after hearing about his almost-death again, but you really could not care, the only thing that mattered was that he was alive and calling you.

Caleb’s voice rang out again, “Are you there?”

This time you were able to half-heartedly choke back a snivel before you shakily said his name. His line went silent before you burst out into tears, barely able to get the words out about how much you were worried about him and how you feared you would never see him again.

Caleb let you continue until you felt like you were finished, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m okay, I promise. See? I’m calling you right now. I was actually planning on visiting you in Linkon earlier than I said as a surprise, but it seems like you beat me to the surprise visit, huh?”

You sit up straighter at his response, wildly looking around to see if you could spot him before he laughs lightly, “You realize I get a notification when someone comes into my place, right? Plusss, you did use your fingerprints, so of course I knew you were there.” His voice drops from teasing to be a little more sincere, “I’m just sorry that I couldn’t have been there with you the entire time. I didn’t get injured too badly, but I still couldn’t reach out for mission privacy reasons to keep us both safe. How about this, you clean yourself up and I can order us some takeout and bring it when I’m on my way back? How does that sound to you, Pips?”

Clearing your throat, you smile a little and affirming the plans with him. Caleb then tells you that he has to go and he will be home soon and tell you about everything. You hang up and take a much needed, hot and relaxing bath. The tears you cried earlier left you feeling exhausted that you didn’t even hear when the front door opened or the knocks on the bathroom door. It was when the sound of Caleb’s voice took you out of your stupor when you looked over at him. His eyes looked exhausted, but neither his body nor his face showed signs of weariness. Ever the concealer of how he truly feels, you know how worn out he must be after such a dangerous mission and even worse after it. You notice that despite the warm weather, Caleb wearing his casual clothes has chosen to don the ones with long sleeves and pants. This doesn’t escape your sight and you think Caleb knows that you know with the way he almost apologizes with his eyes before kneeling beside the tub.

“Hey you,” he pokes the tip of your nose, making you giggle as he then brings your face in to kiss your cheek. He leans against his arms that rest upon the edge of his tub, looking up and admiring your soaked hair and flushed face. “Are you thirsty? I brought you some water,” he gets up from the tub to grab you a glass of water that he brought in, “I’m sorry for making you worry so much. Didn’t mean to make you cry over me, even. Here, drink up, your tears will make you dehydrated.” Caleb then cradles your jaw before tilting it and bringing the glass to your lips. His thumb brushes over your lips once you take your fill and kisses your lips softly.

“I really am sorry,” he continues, words fanning over your face and he brings you back in for another, “But I am back now. Not sure for how long, but once I’m all healed, I’ll need to go back.” He sighs against your mouth before you bring up a hand to clasp the one he has over your jaw.

“I was so worried, Caleb. I can’t go through losing you again. And if anything, I should be the one taking care of you right now, not the other way around.”

Caleb then takes his other hand to ruffle your wet hair, “Did you wash this yet?” He questions, obviously changing the subject once more – something he is all too good at.

“Caleb…” You start before he slides out of your hold and grabs your shampoo bottle.

“I’ll take that as a no, then. Here, let me wash your hair,” He says, getting the soap out and lathering it into your scalp. “I’ve been doing this since we were kids, sometimes doing the simple stuff like taking care of you puts me at ease. Please, let me do this.”

“Caleb no, you’re injured,” you start before he jokingly splashes some of the water in your face and continues to massage your head. “I’m serious, Caleb–”

“So am I, Honey. Taking care of you helps take care of me.”

You cringe at the nickname he gave you when he was back at the academy and use you as an excuse saying you were his girlfriend. The sweet name still made you giggle, but knowing he was trying to distract you, made your voice a little more strained as you tried to reason with him. “Alright, if you’re so insistent on taking care of me, let me finish washing you up and then we can eat. After,” he begins to rinse the shampoo out of your hair and section it off so he can apply conditioner, “I’ll let you do a facemask on me, and we can watch anything you want. Deal?” Caleb offers and he combs the conditioner in your hair with his fingers to prevent tangling once it dries.

Sighing reluctantly, you agree and he kisses your temple, finishing up applying the conditioner and clipping your hair into place to let it soak in. Caleb then turns around and rummages through his drawers, bringing out a wide tooth comb and a wet brush for after and begins to look for your face masks that you like to leave with him, saying it’ll be good so you can get rid of your dark circles Colonel.

~~~

Caleb and you finish washing up before settling onto the couch, takeout settled between your laps, remote in your hand, scrolling through the movie recommendations page. Caleb has his arm draped over you and rubs absentmindedly on your back before you choose one and you two settle in for the next few hours. Between the ad breaks, Caleb goes to kiss you before you push his face away playfully saying to not mess up the face masks and to go wash off before touching anything.

~~~

The end credits roll and Caleb holds you tightly. At the beginning of the movie, you sat snuggled between his arm and chest, but throughout the night, to get more comfortable you claimed, you slowly made your way onto his lap, moreso watching and appreciating him more than the movie. Caleb’s face is nuzzled into your neck, relaxed as he squeezes you again, testing to see if you’re awake before you mumble something out. Shifting and setting the food aside, Caleb picks you up with ease – while also using his evol because of how many injuries lay beneath the bandages – and carries you to his room. He lays you both down before he drapes an arm over and spoons you. You move in your sleep, shifting slightly to get more comfortable and closer to him, before officially drifting off into sleep. Caleb sighs before pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head and lacing one of his hands between your fingers. Not long after, Caleb falls asleep. It seems his sleep problems fade away once he has you in his arms.

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You’re not sure what time it is when you wake up, but you feel Caleb’s warm body curled up with yours as your positions changed from him spooning you to you spooning him with his body facing yours. You’re cradling him in your arms, studying his soft features before he wakes. In spite of him being fast asleep, you can still see the lines of stress etched into his face and even see him clamping his eyes shut. You sigh as he nuzzles into you – something he has done since you were kids, it always provided him with comfort knowing that you were there and that your heart was still beating. You hold Caleb closer at the thought of this.

You know that Caleb won’t tell you everything, he’s been that way for as long as you could remember. He wouldn’t tell you about your shared past with EVER until you found out for yourself, and you figure that he’ll still keep everything he can about the Fleet hidden from you. It’s his way of protecting you, even though you know – and he knows – that you have the same need to protect him just as much as he needs to protect you. You sit with these thoughts for a while before Caleb stirs to wake, feeling your gaze on him as he slowly blinks up towards you and smiling. You two share a loving kiss before he nudges you to your back and lays on top of you once more.

“I love you, I missed you so much,” you breathe out, slowly scratching at his back.

“I love you too, you have no idea how much I missed you too,” he replies, slightly muffled into your body as he sighs and drifts back off to sleep.

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foreverromanticising · 15 hours ago

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for a long time - ln4

three: kingston - faye webster

lando norris x fem!oc with hints of charles leclerc x fem!oc, but not for long, he's just a flirt | 4.3k words | notes: as always, i recommend u listen to the song as u read and pls as always chat to me, comment, anything u want, im dying out here not knowing what anybody thinks | prev chapter.

Summer 2022 - Monaco.

It had been a long time coming; Phoebe finally going to Monaco. She had watched Lando from afar as he made the move over from England; she spent many hours on Facetime to the boy, helping him make lists of what he would need to fill his new apartment with, offering her advice on colour schemes and what houseplants he should have, where he should keep them around his home. Despite her words of advice, the apartment still looked like it was brand new.

The walls were white with the corners of the room stuffed with cardboard boxes, his kitchen gleamed like it hadn’t ever had a home cooked meal anywhere near it, and all he had to decorate his shelves with were champagne bottles and trophies.

And a framed photo of himself and Phoebe, of course.

They were young, with their smiles lighter and Lando’s hair shorter than the length he had grown to prefer. Her head rested upon his shoulder, eyes looking upwards at his face whilst he was focussed on the barrel of the camera. It was something new, something shiny, that Phoebe had saved up multiple months’ worth of wages for him when he finally signed that Formula One contract.

She knew he would soon have everything money could buy, really he already had everything he could ever want, but she wanted something that could be his. Something that could capture the memories he would make across the world, away from her, that they could look back on together. When they took the photo, he was only just learning how to use it, how to hold it comfortably, but that wouldn’t stop him.

They were sat on a patch of grass in one of the fields near their childhood homes, wrapped up in scarves and wooly hats for there was no stopping the bitter British cold in early January and their bodies pressed tight to each other, huddled for warmth.

Lando printed the photo and kept it in a frame for safekeeping, so he could take it with him on his travels. He hadn’t ever told Phoebe, he didn’t see the need to; he didn’t bring the photo when she joined him at races so it simply never came up between them. The photo frame had gone from country to country, residing on the bedside table of whatever hotel room he found himself in, and soon it found its home on the barren bookshelf in his Monegasque apartment.

“I see you really considered my decorating advice.” Phoebe hadn’t followed up on however Lando had decorated his apartment after the first few weeks of him living there, simply assuming he had silently listened to her words. However, one quick look around his living room when she stepped in the door was enough to tell her he had only nodded along to her words to keep her quiet.

“I’m too busy for all that.” Lando huffed as he settled down both of their suitcases by the front door, watching as Phoebe slotted in perfectly to his home as she glided throughout the room.

“I gave you so many lists to follow, made it so easy for you,” Her eyes wandered, taking in how plain the front room was. “Everything’s so white, I can’t believe it.”

“Thinking about all the colour’s stressed me out, I dunno what goes with what so I just left it,” He shrugged her words off for he hadn’t ever paid much attention to how simple his home was. “It doesn’t phase me, I’ll get ‘round to it one day.”

“I feel like I’m in a hospital.” She stopped moving around the room once she felt his hands graze around her back, fingertips slipping under the strap of the tote bag slung on her shoulder as he took it into his hands.

“Yeah, alright, you’ve mentioned.” Lando rolled his eyes in an attempt to be dramatic for he knew where Phoebe was coming from; she had spent hours trying to help him curate a comfortable, new home to live in and he hadn’t done much to listen to her besides buy the couch cushions that she had sent him the link for.

“You need some fairy lights.” Phoebe grinned as she spun around, taking in the open kitchen and the expansive windows. She could only imagine what the view would be like when the sun would set and the shimmering lights of the city would come to life.

He ignored her incessant comments about his apartment and instead tangled his fingers with hers, tugging her along behind him as he offered a whistle stop tour of his new home. The kitchen and the living room could have been taken out of a property magazine, advertising apartments in Monaco, for all Phoebe cared and alongside those rooms, Lando had his bedroom and two other spare rooms.

His bedroom was exactly as Phoebe had pictured it: plain. The same white theme that flowed throughout the rest of his home had seeped into his bedroom besides his black bedsheets. There were no posters or artwork decorating his walls unlike his childhood bedroom that she had grown accustomed to seeing. There wasn’t much else to his bedroom besides an absurd pile of clothes that stretched from wall to wall of his room, covering the wooden floorboards.

Lando hardly allowed any time in his bedroom, shutting the door and ushering Phoebe out of the room and into his gaming room instead. Being organised was never a big thing for Lando, he was tidy enough and that was all that mattered to him. He wasn’t home enough to care about the state of his bedroom but he wasn’t particularly proud of showing it to Phoebe. Sure, he could’ve tidied for her but he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“You clearly don’t have many girls around.” Phoebe hummed as her fingers danced over Lando’s keyboard in front of his streaming set up with her back to him, entirely unable to see how comically large his eyes bulged to after her words.

“Girls? Me- what’d you mean girls?” Lando sputtered out his words though he tried to maintain his composure without letting Phoebe see how shocked he had been over her question.

“The state of your room, Lan,” She laughed and spun around to face him, leaning back on his desk. “I can’t imagine many being pleased about being brought back to that.”

“I don’t bring back any girls, I dunno what you’re on about.” His words weren’t exactly a lie, not at all, he truly had never brought any girls back home to his apartment - rather, he was withholding the truth from Phoebe. He kept that side of his life private, away from her; he didn’t have any desire to have her knowing about his entirely fleeting flings with girls.

“Hm, that’s not what Charles told me,” She watched as he stepped closer to her, her breath hitching when he moved to stand between her legs with a gentle nudge of his own to make space for him.

“Yeah, they don’t come back here- security and all that shit, wouldn’t be smart.” Lando caught her eyes with his own, catching the curiosity brewing within her eyes for this was new territory for the pair. They would chat for hours on end about their dating lives, about random dates they had been asked on and regrettably went on, but he hadn’t ever dared to discuss any sort of hookups with her. The late nights spent with a girl he hardly new, tangled between sheets and bare limbs were nothing that Lando wanted to shout from the rooftops about. And if Phoebe never asked, he wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up. “And why’re you discussing my sex life with Charles? Of all people? Please, could’ve just come to the source itself, I’m right here.”

“Well, Charles was just telling word spreads fast in Monaco,” She stood still whilst Lando moved in closer towards her body, with hardly an inch of space left between them though not one of them blinked an eyelid at the lack of space for this was their norm; they liked to be close. “It’s a small city, y’know, and you’re starting to become known as the local playboy.”

“What can I say? Ladies love me, I can’t help it.” He winked at her as he spoke, which simply resulted in a gentle shove to his shoulder to push him out of the way as she walked out of the room whilst he quickly turned on his heel to follow after her.

“Don’t be gross,” Phoebe scrunched her nose in disgust, opting out of hearing about her best friend’s sex life. “Show me where I’ll be staying, now we’ve covered you’ve got no girls coming ‘round here any time soon.”

His hand stretched around her body, opening up the door behind her to the guest room and guided her into the space. He waited in the doorway, watching as she took in the room around her, with a knowing smile on his lips. After a few quiet moments passed, Phoebe spun back around to face Lando with a grin stretching from ear to ear. In that moment, Lando was eternally grateful for technology and the app on his phone that allowed him to switch on the fairy lights before he had even entered the room for nothing could compare to the utter joy that radiated off of his girl.

“You put up fairy lights?” Phoebe could only hold Lando’s eye contact for a brief moment before she looked back to the fairy lights that twinkled across the ceiling of his guest bedroom, covering each inch of the ceiling as they hung from wall to wall.

“Figured you’d be spending a lot of time here, wanted to make you feel at home,” Despite his lack of decorating throughout the rest of his apartment, Lando had made a point of stringing fairy lights for Phoebe as his priority. After that, he had almost forgotten he had an entire apartment to decorate for that didn’t particularly matter to him anymore. “Monaco can be your little home away from home, if you want it to be.”

Wordlessly, Phoebe moved to wrap her arms around his body, knocking him back a step or two with the utter force their bodies collided at. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he snaked his arm behind her head, keeping her close to his chest. It was more than enough of a thank you for him.

“I’ll take it you like them, then, yeah?” He mumbled into her hairline, to which she simply nodded in response to. The sound of nothing but a gentle sniffle could be heard from her, muffled by Lando’s chest, but there nonetheless. “It’s just some fairy lights, Pheebs, I didn’t hang the stars in here.”

“These are better.” She looked up at him with teary eyes as he simply beamed a smile back down at her.

“C’mon, enough crying over some lights, we’ve spent too long in here,” He gently swiped his thumb below her waterline, dabbing away at the tears that rested there. “Let’s grab somethin’ for lunch, whatever you’re wanting.”

“Don’t do this.” Phoebe groaned as she thought of how picking their lunch would go, the same back-and-forth continuous bickering until they found somewhere. Although, Lando simply laughed and hauled her out of the front door, into one of his Mclarens, with the promise of good food and even better tour of the city than she could imagine.

Despite the brand new city, their routine felt as though they were back in England. They had driven around Monaco whilst the sun set behind them, casting an orange glow across the city that bounced off of buildings and cars alike. Lando had a plethora of Monegasque restaurants, nightclubs, patisseries, boutiques, and bars that he intended to show Phoebe, at some point. Throughout his time in Monaco, he had started a mental list of places that reminded him of Phoebe, that he planned to show her one day.

But, perhaps, their first day together in the city wasn’t the day for Lando to drive to the other side of the city for a bakery he had found hidden between the hills. He would find the time for that eventually but for now he popped into a pizzeria a few streets away from his apartment, leaving Phoebe sat in his Mclaren as she waited for him.

The boy driving flashy cars was nothing new, she would hardly bat an eyelid when he spun the car keys around his fingertips and let the car doors open upwards rather than outwards. She had come to associate the feeling of a car coming to life below her with Lando, the adrenaline that came with a car shooting through the backroads was a feeling Lando had given her. But she had never experienced this in Monaco; a city where everybody revelled in the same glitz and glamour so Lando’s cars where nothing new. But, Lando was something new to Monaco.

Maybe, he wasn’t new to the city, not exactly. He had lived there for a year, and had visited the city for years beyond that. But, he didn’t spend a lot of time in the city, instead he was constantly travelling or opting to fly back to England, so when he was spotted in the city - as Charles had stated - the word would spread fast.

At first, Phoebe hadn’t noticed the way people would stop to snap a quick photo of the car for it was only one person, then two, and then three. She offered a small smile to everyone who would stop and duck down to peer into the window to see just who was in Lando Norris’ passenger seat.

“Didn’t know you were so popular.” Phoebe noted once Lando climbed back into the driver’s seat and passed the two pizza boxes over to her lap with a cheeky grin on his face after he had worked his way through a small crowd to reach the car.

“Yeah, fuck, I didn’t even think about this.” Lando triple checked the street before pulling out into the road, fearing another fan would pop out of nowhere as he drove. He hadn’t thought twice about simply parking on the side of the road with Phoebe in the passenger seat, hadn’t thought twice about the conversations it would spark or the excitement that would buzz from people that walked by to notice the car was Lando’s, of all the people it could’ve been. “Sorry, I didn’t think people cared that much.”

“It’s alright, just funny ’s all.” She shook her head to rid Lando of his apologies and worries for it hadn’t bothered her all too much, not enough to bother worrying Lando over.

Usually, Lando would lean towards driving the long way home if he was with Phoebe but he wanted nothing more than to lock the door of his apartment and hole away with her beside him. He would be lying if he said he had obeyed every rule of the roads as he drove home; running through a stop sign if it was clear, and maybe just slipping gently over the speed limit as he drove.

It was worth it - his dance with reckless driving - to see Phoebe completely at home, at peace, in his home. A sight he had spent months in his empty flat dreaming of, picturing her beside him.

They sat on the floor of his living room, between his couch and coffee table, with their pizzas littered across the tables in front of them and a film that Lando had let Phoebe pick playing absentmindedly in the background. She was clad in one of his Quadrant hoodies and sweatshorts, content as she listened to him ramble on about some new game he was waiting to release, desperate to get his hands on it and play with Max.

Her phone pinged, once then twice and then a third time, which disturbed the peace Lando had so carefully crafted ever since he had locked his front door behind them. She let her eyes wander over to her phone screen, for what was meant to be a quick glance, but she couldn’t help look closer once she caught the text messages displayed on her screen.

Unknown number.

Hi Phoebe, Charles here.

I hope you don’t mind, I managed to find your number

Are you still up for that tour?

Phoebe.

i don’t mind at all, just wondering how you found my number

“Who’s that?” Lando spoke through a mouthful of pizza once he noticed how Phoebe’s attention had drifted.

“Oh, it’s just Charles.” She shrugged and turned her phone to face down on the table, though it kept pinging nonetheless so there was hardly a second that passed before she picked it back up again.

Charles.

I have my ways.

So, that tour?

Phoebe.

Sounds very fun! We’ll have to organise something soon

Charles.

Look outside your balcony, chérie.

“What’s he wanting?” Lando fought the urge to scoff upon hearing Charles’ name, his curiosity peaking.

“He’s outside apparently.” Phoebe whipped her head around to the balcony doors before walking over - perhaps running, but she wasn’t proud of that, of the excitement that coursed through her veins.

“‘Course he is.” Lando muttered as he got up to follow Phoebe outside, desperate to see what was about to happen.

True to his words, Charles was leant up against his Ferrari Daytona in the street below Lando’s apartment. He offered a wave of his fingers once Phoebe leaned over the railing to look down at him, his car still to be heard revving below him.

“That tour, huh?” Charles raised his voice so he could be heard from the few floors up that Phoebe and Lando stood, watching the grin on Phoebe’s face grow.

“Give me two minutes.” Phoebe shouted back down before she scurried off back into the guest room.

Her room mirrored Lando’s after those two minutes that she promised Charles, two minutes that were more similar to ten. She kept the same hoodie on but she swapped around different pairs of sweatpants and jeans, trying to grasp the correct atmosphere before ultimately deciding on jeans. She swiped a brush through her hair before tumbling back out of the room and into Lando as he stood outside the door, waiting on her.

“My colleague? C’mon.” Lando laughed as Phoebe shoved his shoulder to shut him up, though she knew he would have something to say at some point.

“Don’t say it like that.” She groaned as she peered out of one his windows, daring to sneak another glance at Charles without him noticing.

“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” He spoke before she would slip out of the door away from him. There was nothing he could do to stop her, nor would he ever want to, but it didn’t mean he was pleased about the prospects of Charles and Phoebe. “ Y’know, don’t be daft.”

“Nothing to be daft about, he’s just taking me ‘round Monaco.” Though, Phoebe didn’t particularly need a tour around the city after the few hours she spent with Lando but she was in no position to decline Charles’ offer.

“Yeah, that’s what you think- he’s Charles.” Lando hovered at the front door, noting the quiet differences in Phoebe’s appearance as she had changed out of pyjamas in a quick few minutes.

“He’s not gonna shag me in his ferrari, Lando, please be serious.” Phoebe rolled her eyes and laughed as she knew what Lando was insinuating though he wouldn’t say it.

“You don’t know that.” He knew that she was right, and that he was simply be dramatic.

“I do.” She hummed and slipped behind him, though she stayed in the doorway for a moment in front of him, waiting to see if he had anything else to say - offering him a moment to redeem himself.

“Have fun, yeah?” His hand covered hers on the door handle, keeping her for another moment, before she nodded and was out of his eyesight in a second.

She tried to catch her train of thoughts in the elevator down to Charles, wondering how he had managed to come across her phone number and her exact location. But, she couldn’t deny the nerves that built in her stomach and threatened to rise as butterflies.

“Thought you were leaving me stranded here.” Charles spoke once Phoebe stepped out of the foyer doors of the apartment complex, still leaning against his car with a smirk on his lips.

“Well, I was pretty much ready for bed,” Phoebe stepped towards him as he leant down to open the passenger door for her, offering a hand to help her step into the car. “You don’t give much warning.”

“Figured you’d appreciate the surprise,” Charles rounded the car in a second before sliding into the driver’s seat beside her, though he took back his words when he caught the glare she sent his way. “Maybe not, but it’s fun, no?”

“Hm, I could say scary, or stalker-ish, maybe,” She relaxed in Charles’ passenger seat, her nerves almost bubbling away with how easily the conversation flowed with him - as though they had known each other for what was barely a few days. “Still don’t know how you ended up with my number.”

“Chérie, I told you I had my ways,” Charles let his eyes flicker over to Phoebe, noting the way her hands were wringing around one another in her lap. “It was Carlos, though, he’ll kill me if he finds out you know it was him.”

“Carlos doesn’t even have my number,” Phoebe watched as Charles seamlessly switched between the gears, moving to take her hand between his and resting it on her lap. “I should be worried.”

“But you’re not?” Charles ran his thumb along her hand, only reluctantly letting go of her hand when he had to use two hands to drive.

“No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head and felt his hand squeeze hers as he pulled the car into a parking space atop one of the hills in the city, a lookout spot over the city.

“It’s the best way to see the city, up here and away from everybody else,” He turned to look at her for he had seen the view more times than he could count. “You still think New York is better?”

“I’m biased, Charles, what can I say?” She tore her eyes away from the city to focus on him, green eyes twinkling against the lights. “I’m liking Monaco, but New York is special- it’s different.”

“What’s your favourite part of Monaco, so far?” Charles leaned closer to her, unable to help the way he drifted towards her as his hand moves to settle on her thigh, a warm and heavy touch against the material of her jeans.

“I like the people here.” She could feel her breath getting caught in her throat once she noticed how handsome Charles appeared to be when he was awfully close to her. His soft, green eyes peering through fluttering lashes to look at her; he spurred an emotion within her that she couldn’t quite describe, too nervous to name the feeling.

A smile tugged on his pretty face, a smile so gentle Phoebe could practically hear it radiating off of him. His hand moved from her thigh to slide over her cheek, holding her face close to his as she leaned into his firm grip. He leant closer to her, closing whatever was left of the gas between them, sealing her lips with his. He shifted in his seat, desperate to have her closer, as he truly kissed her blind. Her hands reached for something, anything to ground herself with, and she settled on the collar of his sweatshirt to pull him infinitely closer. Charles pulled away first, reluctantly so, and Phoebe catches him smiling and staring at her once again when she finally opened her eyes.

“You have a staring problem.” Phoebe muttered, her eyes diverting from his as she felt all of a sudden shy under his watch but she revelled in the feeling of his touch nonetheless as his hand rested upon her cheek, stroking along her cheekbone gently.

“Only when it comes to you, amour.” He tutted at her words, using his grip to tilt her head back up to face him before leaning forward to clumsily press his lips back against hers, struggling to do so efficiently as he fought a smile on his face.

It was a clash of teeth and over-confidence as his hands roamed down her body, greedy as they roved across her shoulders and neck. He pulls back again but stays close, his forehead resting against hers as their breaths mixed through parted lips and heaving breathing. She giggled, breathlessly, unable to fathom what had happened in the last hour all together.

“I should take you home before..” He kissed the corner of her mouth ardently before properly pulling away for a final time and switching the engine back on. “I want to take you out properly, a nice dinner and drinks, and maybe a walk along the marina, before anything else- yeah?”

“Sounds perfect, Charles.” She leaned across the console of the car once he started driving, a final kiss pressed to his cheek. She watched the blush rise on his cheeks as they drove away from the lookout, his hand in hers as a weight to pull her back down to earth and remind her she wasn’t trapped in a dream.

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spectres-fulcrum · 2 days ago

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I wrote a post 8x15 thing and atm it doesn't feel polished enough to post on AO3 but at the same time I think that's the point???? It's chalk full of grief and Buck and Tommy loving each other but timing is messy and so is grief so maybe a messy conversation about grief and love and daydreams about Bobby loving their children is the point.

Anyway I wrote out a fic based off of my post/theory of the writers paralleling the "Your father's alive" quote when Tommy forces the issue about Buck not being okay with an "Evan, your dad's dead" and all he wants is to give Buck a safe space to break.

This was meant to be posted Thursday pre-episode but then we had some family pain issues so I didn't finish it until like 2am this morning lol but not 8x16 compliant.

“So, that’s all there is to it,” Evan was telling Eddie over Facetime after putting a lid over the meal he had been showing Eddie how to make. Eddie didn’t need lessons for something like enchiladas, Tommy knew, but Evan was in a mode where he was bulk meal prepping for their entire family, and if he couldn’t meal prep for the Diaz boys in Texas, this was the next best thing.

“Buck, thanks, but I really can cook for me and Chris or Mom can set out two more plates,” Eddie said, “You need to take time to chill.”

“Tommy and I have movie nights after dinner. It’s no biggie. I like knowing you two have good food,” Evan said.

“Buck,” Eddie said.

They’d discussed it before he flew home with Chris and his parents, Tommy and Eddie. Eddie had been in town for nine days after Bobby’s death. Evan had been unshakable. Checking in on Hen and Chim, checking up on Ravi, being a pillar for the Grants to lean on. Bulk meal prepping for six households so the others didn’t have to worry about food while mourning.

The only things that betrayed him were his eyes, which oftentimes looked empty, his hands shaking at the funeral, and the way he refused to let Tommy go far. Tommy had rushed to his side the second Evan stepped out of decontamination. He’d never forget the words whispered.

“Bobby has the virus, Tommy. He’s dying. There’s nothing we can do.”

And Tommy had known because nothing else would wreck Evan like that but hearing it?

He’d taken Evan home, undressed him in silence, intended to leave him in his boxers with the shower running hot like Evan loved it after a rough shift, and wait in the living room. But Evan had tugged him into the shower, then straight to bed. Neither had slept, but they’d held each other, and eventually they had gone up to wait with Maddie while Howie had surgery but that had been the theme.

Evan went somewhere, he tugged Tommy along. Tommy got called in to be suspended, Evan waited with the rest of Harbor in the station kitchen, letting them hug him tightly but also give him weary looks. An air of We’re so sorry about Nash but you better not hurt Tommy again someone had relayed to Tommy. Tommy set up an emergency therapy session, Evan waited in the waiting room. Evan had an emergency therapy session, he did it in the bedroom, Tommy in the living room, Eddie sent to his aunt’s for the afternoon.

But there had been no more tears, or sobs. Just Evan wanting him near, wanting to be in his arms as much as possible. Kisses in curls and on temples, holding each other in bed or on the couch, swaying together sleepily as the coffeemaker puttered about making coffee.

They weren’t back together but they weren’t not not back together. They weren’t speaking about what it meant. It wasn’t the right time.

Tommy knew Evan had to break one day. Evan was back on rotation, Gerrard as interim captain. Tommy prayed the breakdown happened on an off day.

“Eddie, I’m fine. I miss Bobby, we all do, but I’m fine,” Evan said, “It’s more important that-“

“Athena and May can grieve without worrying about food, Maddie can focus on Chim’s grief and the pregnancy, Hen and Karen can worry about the kids, Ravi has good food, and Tommy has food for your shift days. They’re lucky to have you,” Eddie said.

The but was silent but very loud.

“You need to get to picking up Chris,” Evan said, “Have him call tonight.”

“Will do. You relax,” Eddie said. “Give me Tommy.”

“So you two can fuss over me?” Evan said as Tommy crossed the kitchen to pluck up the phone. Eddie stared at him, a silent question in his eyes. He stared back sadly.

“I figured,” Eddie said. “Be there, man. You’re doing more than you know.”

“I will be,” He swore.

“I know. Have a good evening,” Eddie said and ended the call. Tommy sighed and turned to see Evan getting stuff out of the refrigerator.

“What are we starting with?” Tommy asked gently.

“Some more enchiladas. May wants some, and Ravi, and the Wilsons,” Evan said, “This one will be our dinner, since I messed up the measurements.”

“So we get the messed up ones?” Tommy teased. He saw Evan tense momentarily.

“I can take it for a snack when I’m back on shift,” He said.

“It’s fine,” Tommy said and kissed the crown of his head. “You care about them so much.”

“I have to. Someone has to take care of them,” Evan said.

What about you? Tommy wanted to ask. When will you let us take care of you?

They meal prepped in a peaceful silence, moving around each other in a practiced dance of meal prepping for their family. Afterwards, Tommy moved on to a pasta dish that was a favorite at the Deluca’s family restaurant back in NYC for Athena and Harry and Evan started prepping a stir fry for the Hans, setting a bit aside to make some a bit more blandly for Jee. Tommy watched him as they prepped food. Evan seemed to be moving on auto pilot in the silence, eyes and mind elsewhere.

“Evan,” He said after watching Evan stare down into his mixing bowl for a good two minutes without Evan realizing. Evan startled.

“What’s up?” He asked, leaning to look at Tommy’s workspace.

“Are you okay?” Tommy asked. And he had asked, but never so bluntly. Evan paused, backed up a step.

“What?” Evan said, “Of course. I’m fine.” Tommy felt something snap.

“Evan, don’t give me that bullshit. Not me of all people,” Tommy said and Evan’s eyes widened.

“I mean, I’m sad about Bobby but I’m coping. I’m fine. I have to be fine,” Evan said, voice wavering.

“Evan, I said don’t. I know you’re not okay,” Tommy pushed.

“You don’t know-” Evan started.

“Yes, I do! I saw you shatter into a million pieces that night in that tunnel. Past decontamination where I couldn’t get to you. I didn’t need you to tell me we were losing Bobby. I knew what was happening seeing you on the monitor,” Tommy said and Evan’s eyes widened.

“I just needed a few minutes of-”

“Evan, you dad is dead,” Tommy said and Evan looked shocked. Tommy was shocked at his own candor. “Your dad is dead, Evan. I don’t know why you think you can’t mourn, but I do not expect you to be okay. If it’s because I’m here, I can go, but you need to let yourself feel this horrific thing we are all dealing with.”

Tears filled Evan’s eyes.

“Say it again. Break the barrier,” Evan whispered.

“Your dad is dead,” Tommy said softly, “It’s okay if you’re not okay.”

“He-he told me I was going to be okay. That they needed me,” Evan said, shaking, “But I’m not. I’m trying to be strong for them but I’m not-I’m not okay. Tommy, how can I ever be fine again-” His knees buckled and Tommy was waiting to catch him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I have you, I have you,” Tommy said as Evan was overtaken by sobs that wrecked his entire body. Tommy maneuvered them so they could slide down the kitchen cabinet and sit against them, Evan in his lap, head in the crook of his neck.

“Bobby’s dead,” Evan sobbed into his neck. And perhaps it was the first time he had said it aloud unless he had said it to his therapist. “He’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Tommy said, rubbing his back.

“He’s never going to be in the kitchen, I’m never going to be able to ask for advice or hug him, he’s just-” Evan broke into sobs and for god knows how long, he sobbed and wailed and Tommy held him as close as possible. Rubbed his back, kissed his curls, whispered words of comfort and assurances, that he knew, that this pain was okay, that it wouldn’t be forevermore.

Even if it felt like it.

Tommy wasn��t sure how long it had been when Evan started quieting down to whimpers, and then silence, but he still clung to Tommy’s neck.

“I had this daydream, after our hookup,” Evan said, voice hoarse, thumb rubbing up and down Tommy’s neck soothingly, like he was self-soothing. “I was going to apologize, win you back. In a couple years, you would propose. We would plan a wedding, but then it would get ruined by some emergency because 118 shit.”

That startled a laugh from Tommy.

“118 shit indeed,” He agreed and kissed Evan’s forehead.

“In the fallout, we would decide that we didn’t need a wedding wedding, just the 118 and your Harbor crew and our closest friends-the Delucas, mostly. Eddie and Chris would fly in from Texas. We’d have a small ceremony in Bobby’s new backyard with the most mundane and last minute catering and cake. Bobby would marry us. Maybe all we could get was a deli or something. And it would be perfect,” Evan said, “A year or two later, we’d splash out on a surrogate, adopt a safe haven baby, you’d impregnate me, acquire a newborn girl somehow. Bobby would be grandpa for all the purposes that mattered. He’d love her so much. I played it on repeat. You walking into their kitchen with a seven, eight month old girl on your hip and Bobby lighting up and reaching out to take her and she just cooed and babbled because she knew him because he babysat when we had date night. I wanted the mundaneness so bad. And now…”

Tommy felt a rush of tears and closed his eyes. It was the most beautiful daydream. A wedding. Kids. With Evan.

“I’m sorry. You hate it,” Evan said softly.

“I love it,” Tommy said, “No one has ever imagined me in something so beautiful. I am unworthy of it.”

“No. No. You are,” Evan said and Tommy wouldn’t argue today.

“As you wish,” He said.

“I just. Don’t know. How can I be a dad without him to turn to? How can I be a dad without my dad?” Evan asked. “How can I be a firefighter, a cook, a good partner, an eventual good husband and dad to… without his guidance? I am who I am because of Bobby.”

“Oh, Evan, sweetheart,” Tommy wanted to cry because he couldn’t help this grief. “By remembering his examples. He will always live on in your heart. And because you are amazing just being yourself. You are going to be the most amazing father, Evan. Father, husband, captain. He taught you so well, but now you have to believe in yourself.”

“You think so?” Evan whispered into his neck.

“I know so,” Tommy said, “I know so. You are the most amazing man I know, it takes my breath away. I know timing is messy but we will figure things out, I promise.”

“I want to get back with you the right way. Not out of grief. Abby used me to keep herself above water after your breakup as her mom slowly died. I won’t do that to you. I won’t let myself confuse my love for you and the bandaid sex and physical closeness can give.”

“I agree. I’m fine staying in this in between for however long you need, as long as we agree to work back towards each other,” Tommy said and shifted to kiss Evan’s forehead.

“I promise,” Evan agreed.

“And going forward, I want you to be able to mourn Bobby every April without knowing our anniversary is a few weeks away and feeling like you need to be getting in the anniversary mood or planning for a trip or gifts. I want you to be able to mourn Bobby and be happy for us without guilt for either emotion,” Tommy added.

One second Evan was looking up at his from his shoulder, blue eyes wide, the next gentle lips were on his in a chaste kiss.

“I love you,” Evan said, “God, I love you. No one has ever cared about me like you. They’d call me selfish for hesitating over a reason like that.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Tommy said. He had only voiced it to Sal and his ex-wife, Gina, on different nights, the way he saw the 118 treat Evan when it came to Evan’s emotions.

“What if they’re right?” Evan asked softly. “Eddie says I make things all about myself. We had a pretty big fight about it before he left for Texas.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. He’s an asshole sometimes. Especially to you,” Tommy said.

“He’s not-”

“He is. But he’s your best friend so I won’t talk anymore about it until you want to. Your grief and its timeline isn’t right or wrong. And our timing is for us and us only,” Tommy said and looked Evan in the eyes. “I love you too. So much. I’m sorry I’ve been a scardy cat.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole,” Evan said. “You’re forgiven but next time you want to run, try to stay and talk, even if it’s scary?”

“And next time, run after me? Don’t let me leave you?” Tommy said.

“Okay,” Evan said and Tommy kissed him again. “This doesn’t feel like an in between.”

“We’ll go back. We just agreed to something. Exclusive, eventually dating, marriage and kids. Let us celebrate, baby,” Tommy said.

“I’ve been exclusive with you since the first time I saw your face,” Evan said.

“I tried a date in January, puked in the restaurant bathrooms halfway through the entrees because he was so wrong for me. He was exactly my type, he just wasn’t you,” Tommy whispered and Evan giggled, tear stained cheeks scrunching up.

“Never could convince myself to even think about dating,” He said.

“You’re way smarter,” Tommy said. Evan smiled a second longer and then it fell.

“He said you were good for me. Bobby. I wish he could see us fix our issues,” He said.

“I’m sure he’s watching from wherever he is now, rooting for us,” Tommy said, “And about what Bobby said. I think he wanted you to know eventually you would be okay again. It might take a while, but you will be. I promise.”

“I know. It doesn’t feel like it, but as long as I have you, I will be,” Evan said.

“And you all need each other. You need Chim, Hen, Rav, and Eddie. And vice versa. He didn’t mean you couldn’t show grief and had to always be on while they got to mourn,” Tommy said gently.

“I… I guess so,” Evan said in the hesitant way of a lightbulb flickering as he realized a new outlook was right. “I need them. And you.”

“I need them too. And you,” Tommy agreed. “Always need you. Needed you all my life.”

“Needed you all my life too,” Evan said and nuzzled back into the crook of his neck. “I feel like this conversation is a mess. I broke down over Bobby, then we talked about us.”

“Two much needed things,” Tommy said. “Whenever you are ready to talk about Bobby, I’m here, sweetheart. Promise me you’ll talk and cry now? You can’t bottle this up.”

“I know. God, I feel gross but so much better,” Evan said.

“Shower?” Tommy asked.

“Please,” Evan said and shifted off Tommy’s lap. Tommy stood and offered his hands to Evan to pull him up and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I love you,” He whispered.

“I love you,” Evan said and let Tommy pull him to the bathroom. After a shower, they retreated to the bedroom to cuddle. Tommy was just about to doze off when Evan spoke, his head on Tommy’s chest.

“Can you keep a secret?” He said softly.

“One of yours? Always. From you? Not anymore,” Tommy said.

“Flirt,” Evan quipped. “It’s Bobby’s.”

“Of course,” Tommy said.

“His secret ingredient was cocoa powder,” Evan said and his eyes were glassy.

“I’ll make sure we always have some so we can always have a bit of Bobby’s cooking if we miss him,” Tommy said and Evan smiled. “I used to watch him and marvel at how a man who had been made a captain could be strong and brave and gentle and kind all in the same body. Everyone I knew that had any sort of rank was hard and cold and mean and let their underlings die but not-not Bobby. I didn’t understand. He was a paradox. Men like him only existed in books. But I wanted to know how he did it.”

“And now here you are. Strong but gentle. So brave, but so kind,” Evan said, sounding endlessly in love.

“You, me, Eddie, Ravi, Chim. We all learned from him,” Tommy said.

“Dad taught us well,” Evan agreed.

“He did. But he also knew I needed to fly. To spread my wings. But even after I left… Knowing he was-there. At the 118. That if I needed him I could always go back and get advice really helped me. There was a guy I almost proposed to, towards the end of 2019, thought about taking him to meet Bobby,” Tommy said, “He ended up being a cheating, gaslighting asshole. Turns out Bobby already knew my sweetest heart.”

Evan blushed.

“He already knew mine as well,” Evan said. They grinned at each other.

They spent the next couple hours swapping stories about Bobby. Calls and station events and family BBQ stories from Evan. At some point, Tommy got his phone out to order food delivery. They got a huge spread from their favorite comfort diner, and took it straight to bed to eat and talk.

“Fuck!” Evan said loudly as they were finishing eating. “We left food in the kitchen! Raw meat! We had so much meal prep to do.”

“I think Karen and Maddie can take over cooking for their families, and Ravi can handle his own meals. May too. If you want to make another meal or two for Athena and Harry, we can do that. But now it’s time to dial back taking care of everyone and let me take care of you. Let yourself process and grieve,” Tommy said.

“Is it okay if I just say okay?” Evan asked and Tommy nodded and his heart broke when Evan looked so relieved. “Okay. Let’s clean up the kitchen before the meat starts smelling too badly.”

“Agreed,” Tommy said and they went to clean up the kitchen and run the trash out to the outside garbage can.

Afterwards, Tommy messaged the group chat.

Tommy: Evan’s meal prep for the family days are over or at least paused. It’s time we take care of him. We have enchiladas done for those who requested them.

He smiled at the rush of their friends' understanding, and happiness to hear Evan was letting himself grieve.

“What’s that smile for?” Evan asked as he came back inside.

“You are very loved. You know that, right?” Tommy said, and pulled Evan close.

“I do,” Evan said. Tommy kissed his birthmark and they held each other and swayed gently in the kitchen.

Everything was broken, but maybe, just maybe, something had begun again on these kitchen tiles.

#my writting #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 spec fic #Kind of #I like this I just don't think it's especially well written

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Familiar (6/?)

Dawn came with a hush.

A low, blue light had already settled into the trees when Dana opened her eyes. She was stiff and her extremities cold – autumn was coming and the nights, with their seeping chill, would only get colder.

She glanced left. Curled beside her like a sentry, was Fox. Not the man. The creature.

He lay with his nose tucked into his tail, still as stone except for the flick of one ear.

Dana sat up slowly, wincing at the stiffness in her back, and touched her empty stomach.

It growled.

“I’m up,” she mumbled, half to herself. Her stomach had no business letting the world know she was hungry–she was well aware of it herself.

Fox stirred beside her, rearing up with his hind in the air to stretch and then sitting down to watch her.

She reached for her pack and dumped its contents onto the ground. The apples tumbled out, eight of them still intact, bruised and sticky where they’d pressed against each other overnight.

She picked the firmest and bit in.

The juice was sweet, the flesh crisp—but it didn’t hit the way it had yesterday. Apples were less joyful the third meal in a row.

She looked to Fox. “I don’t suppose you want one?” she asked, holding one out toward him. He leaned forward to sniff it, but then looked away with disinterest.

“Suit yourself,” Dana shrugged, ate two herself, and then tossed the cores into the underbrush, pulling her cloak tighter against the morning chill.

Her gaze fell to the rest of what she had: a skin of water, not quite full. The river stone with the strange carving. Bite, her sword-like dagger. A needle and thread tucked into a scrap of linen. Two twists of wool. A cracked flint. A comb. A pouch of salt.

And aside from the coins sewn into the lining of her cloak, that was all. All she had to her name.

Dana gestured to the pathetic display. “A sad inventory of what is rapidly becoming a sad life,” she said to him.

Fox’s ears twitched.

She looked at him and shook her head at herself. She was talking to an animal like he was her confidant. If someone nearby were watching her, they would think her mad.

“We will need to do something about our stores,” she went on. Mad or no, humans were social creatures, and if the fox was the only ‘person’ she had to talk to, well… she was going to do it.

The animal tilted his head, blinking.

She sighed and gathered the items back into her pack, the quiet of the woods broken only by the low rumble of her stomach.

“I’m still hungry,” she said, half-heartedly, this time to no one in particular.

Fox stood abruptly. His nose lifted to the wind, and then—without so much as a glance—he darted off into the trees.

Dana stared at the spot where he’d vanished. Somehow she knew he hadn’t done it because he sensed a threat–he would give her a pointed look before darting off, if that were the case.

She stood, brushing the dirt from her skirt, and began repacking slowly. Maybe he had finally tired of her company. Maybe she was alone again.

Overhead, a raven landed on a thin branch with a creaking flutter. It watched her, its eyes like polished beads. She gave it a quick glance, watching as it blinked once and flew away.

She relieved herself behind a tree, checked the clearing for signs of her stay, then began to sweep away some of the broken twigs she’d gathered for the fire that never got lit.

She was just slinging her pack over her shoulder when she turned—and froze.

Fox was back, standing before her with a fat rabbit in his mouth, which he dropped at her feet.

Dana blinked. “Is… is that for me?”

Fox stepped back and sat, his tail curled around himself.

She crouched and picked up the rabbit by its ears, inspecting the kill. It was clean. The neck broken, not torn. A few tooth marks near the spine, but the body was intact.

She looked at him. “Well,” she said, rather stunned.

He looked pleased with himself, in the way only a fox can. Perhaps it was worth having a familiar, she thought, if this is what they could do for you.

She cleared her throat. “Thank you. I—well, I can’t eat it raw.”

Fox didn’t move.

Dana hesitated. “Last night you said it wasn’t safe to make a fire. Do you suppose it’s safe now?”

The animal sniffed the wind. Looked around. Met her eyes.

“Right,” she muttered. “We need to find a better way of communicating, you and I.”

Dana studied the woods around them herself. It seemed safe enough. They hadn’t encountered a soul and were still miles from any village or city. She looked back at Fox. He didn’t seem uneasy. And if he wasn’t worried…

She began collecting dry twigs and leaves. Every so often she glanced at him. He hadn’t moved. If he bolted, so would she.

The fire took quickly this time. She skinned the rabbit with the efficiency of someone who had grown up in the shadow of hunger, quartered it, and fashioned a crude spit from branches.

While it cooked, she sat across from Fox and studied him.

He was smaller than a dog, but longer in the body, his tail thick and impossibly lush. His coloring was rich—burnished red with black legs and white at the throat, the fur so fine it shimmered when the light hit just right. His eyes were amber. Intelligent. Watchful.

She’d only seen a fox up close once, years ago, when a farmer passed Mildred’s cottage with one slung over the back of his wagon. Dana had been eight. At the time, she hadn’t thought anything of it. Foxes were known to be the bane of farmers, and they’d lost a few chickens themselves. But now, thinking back, something about the memory made her shiver.

When the rabbit was done, she burned her fingers pulling it from the spit. But it was delicious. Greasy and smoky and better than anything she’d eaten in days.

Fox didn’t ask for a share, just watched her eating with a kind of canine satisfaction.

After, she kicked dirt over the fire and scattered the ashes. She hid the bones under a pile of stones and scrubbed her hands in the dew.

She felt stronger. Warmer. Sharper.

As they began to walk again, the thought rose in her like a splinter working to the surface:

She had no plan.

She was walking without aim, with no destination and no real knowledge of what she even wanted to find. Safety? Shelter? A sign?

“We can’t just keep wandering,” she said to Fox as he trotted ahead. “We need a destination. A purpose. A goal.”

She was about to say more when she heard it.

Faint. Distant. Musical.

Bells.

Her whole body stilled.

She turned her head, straining. There it was again—far off, too far to make out clearly, but unmistakable.

She looked at Fox.

“I think,” she said carefully, “we may finally have an aim.”

Fox twitched his ears and trotted ahead without hesitation.

***

High above the thinning treetops, a raven shifted its claws along the rough bark of a pine branch. Its dark feathers ruffled in the rising wind, a shimmer of iridescent blue catching the first strong rays of morning light.

Far below, the young woman moved through the underbrush, her cloak brushing the leaves, the fox trailing at her heels. She spoke to him as though he understood her—soft, human words tumbling out into the wild.

The raven cocked its head, one gleaming eye trained on the pair. It listened. It watched.

It did not follow. Not yet.

It would not do to be seen by the fox.

Only when the girl and her companion had disappeared beyond the line of trees, her voice lost to the hush of the forest, did the raven spread its wings. With a soundless beat, it rose into the air, its shadow skimming across the leaves like a falling cloak.

It climbed higher, disappearing into the morning sky.

Her master would want a full report.

And not a word of it could be late.

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #au #familiar

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