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xrag-dollx · 2 months

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Good girls belong under officer's arrest

~Colin Zabel x fem!reader

Summary: Colin was working his nightshift at the department. Meanwhile sexual lust was heavily floating your body. Even though Colin and you made a "no touching without my permission" sort-of pact, you decided to sin, merely for your own pleasure, and you have to pay for that. On that matter, Colin's shift has just begun.

Warnings: smut, a dominant Colin Zabel, masturbating, praising, fingering, orgasm denial, spanking, handcuffing, overstimulating (yes the whole thing)

A/N: pls don't judge me that he lives in missouri bc I have no fuckin clue where this man lives

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You typed onto the screen of your phone, lying on the sofa in your living room, silence was surrounding you like the darkness, louder than anything else. Your phone screen was the only source that enlightened the room, gently highlighting the features of your face. You pressed the little paperplane on the right corner of your chat to send it to Colin, hoping for a quick answer. The reason for that urgency was because your horniness was engulfing you. Also, you were quite bored.

Well, being patient wasn't easy, especially when you were on your peak of your sexual drive. Ugh, if he only knew. Yet, You and Colin made a kind of pact, no self-touching until he was home. You could feel that tickling feeling of sensation building up in your cute little stomach, and someone needed to quench that thirst of sexual lust. But you were so desperate to have him, to feel him, to kiss him! Of course, his work was his duty but his duty was also to satisfy your needs. (And that was your priority at the moment)

Reading that message let your desperation grow. You let out a silent huff. You basically expected him to be longer at work. Was tonight the right time to sin and let your urges go? Oh fuck it, he wouldn't notice. You began to be befriended with these illicit thoughts, sitting in the mind of yours.

Placing your phone onto the couch table, you made your way upstairs to your bedroom. To get into the right mood, you decided to lit up some scented candles and dimmed the lights. You took off your clothes almost in a hastily manner, you were undeniably horny as you took off your already soaked panties, the pieces of your fabrics were messy sprawled on the floor. You crawled on top of your king-sized bed, nothing but thoughts of Colin and you were crossing your dirty mind. With open legs, your hand was gently rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers collected your arousal to spread it all over your pulsating cunt. Soft and breathy moans escaped your mouth, your teeth gently bit the lower part of your lip as you enjoyed every thought in your mind and every gentle touch of your hand as your mind dived deep into the savage garden of your blooming fantasy. The door to your bedroom suddenly swung open as it immediately brought you back to your concousness like a harsh slap into your face; without any warning...

"Hey babe I'm ba-"

Colin arrived earlier as you might have expected. He looked at you, obviously in disbelief. The view, so obscene as he saw you naked on the bed, obviously pleasuring yourself without his consent. His cheeks turned cherry red, his eyebrows raised. Totally stunned he stuttered:

"W-what are you doing?"

Perplexed, you stared at him, as you were totally surprised to see him already, so early.

"baby...you're already back"

You stuttered, words and mind weren't thinking alike, your head was still hazy from the forbidden imagines you planted into your mind earlier.

He stepped in, gently closing the door behind him.

"I guess you forgot about our pact, did you?"

He spoke, standing in front of you as his eyes scanned your bare body with lustful eyes. You knew it turned him on to see you like that, looking at him with big doe eyes would be enough to make him go crazy for you.

"I know, but...I couldn't resist. And you said you'd be away for a while."

You spoke, your big bambi eyes and innocence was the key to make yourself irresistible to him. But you were anything else than innocent to Colin.

"Oooh, don't look at me like that. You know what that means, princess..."

The mattes slightly dipped under his weight. Without any hesitation he pulled your body like a life-sized doll over his lap, your pretty butt faced upwards.

"Hmmh... such a bad girl"

He whispered, as you could feel his warm hand gently gliding over your ass cheeks as it made you squirm under his touch.

"Ugh, C-Colin...baby...I-"

You stuttered but until your unfinished sentence could leave your mouth, his hand smacked your bare ass cheeks, the noise filled the room for a brief moment, a loud moan escaped your throat. Your hands grabbed his thigh in a sudden reflex.

"Shhh princess...shut your sweet little mouth for me. Be a good girl, hm?"

Colin spoke in a low voice as his hand stroke gently the back of your head, his fingers going through your hair, he softly massages your scalp while shivers were creeping down your spine. You nodded, as you obeyed to him. Soft whines escaped your mouth, as you felt that freaking amazing feeling of his fingers gently caressing your scalp.

"Such a good girl..."

Colin cooed while his fingertips made their way so slowly down your back, down your ass cheeks, and stopped between your legs. His fingers got covered by your arousal as you were basically dripping under his grip, a devilish grin got drawn on his lips.

"Hmmh, so wet for me..."

He continued to rub your clit with slow motions, every move was pure ecstasy. He watched you carefully as you got tortured by Colin's teasing, lustful moans escaped your mouth with every move he made.

"Colin...please...I want it ...now"

"Want what? After what you just did?"

He clicked with his tongue as he was slightly amused by your longing desire, his grin still visible on his lips as a low chuckle was stumbling out of his mouth.

"No no, this is not how it's working tonight, princess. You're under my arrest."

He whispered, his breath softly tickled the skin on your ear, your delight grew stronger with every move he did on you.

"Ugh!..."

You groaned, as a sharp and stinging pain hit your blank skin again, this time stronger than previously. Whines left your mouth like a response for more, your fingers tightly crawled onto Colin's thigh, as you desperately tried to grip onto something. Colin showed amusement in slapping the shit out of your delicate skin with his flat palm. Three, four, five harsh slaps followed in a tight row. "Bam! bam! bam!" The smacking noise echoed through the whole bedroom mixed with a few small yet audible chuckles of Colin, almost madly but in amusement at your whiny behavior. Your ass cheeks, bordeaux red and glowing from the constant assault of Colin's hands, were now painful with the slightest touch, you couldn't even think of sitting the following days. Yet, the permanent hurt was like pleasure linked with the centre of your system of lust. Your arousal was running down your thigh like sweet honey out of a beehive. Colin noticed that, as he was running his hand slowly up and down your thigh, as he stopped for a second, feeling the warm liquid covering his fingers.

"someone's quite needy, hm?"

He spoke with a quiet voice as his fingers trailed the moist line up between your thighs, as it reached your dripping entrance. With a filthy smirk, Colin dipped his pointer finger slowly into your pulsating cunt. You twitched on that action, a few small moans exiting the way out of your mouth in sync to your movements.

"Want more, princess? Beg for it"

He spoke as he gently lied you onto the bed. Colin sat between your legs with hungry eyes as he slowly spread them apart.

You only looked at him with a begging gaze but no words left your sweet mouth.

"C'mon...beg for it"

He demanded, as he was sticking his pointer finger just halfway into you again, his gaze was locked with yours as he carefully watched your body desperately calling for more. Your back lightly arched up from the smooth surface beneath you, sensing the tip of his pointer finger teasing your small centre of pleasure between your legs, which caused you to shiver uncontrollably.

"Hmmmh! Oh gosh, please...Colin...just..."

You stuttered, your delight to give in was unstoppable.

"Yes?...c'mon use your words..."

You were a whimpering mess under his grip, all you wanted was to get finger-fucked by Colin.

"Please...Colin...ugh“

Was all you could mutter underneath your hitching breath. You couldn't bare the painful teasing Colin did to you any longer, so you decided to ease your accumulated high yourself. As soon as you had your hand on your sweet spot, Colin smacked your hand away.

"Nuh-uh, princess! I didn't give you any permission!"

Colin admonished, as he took both of your wrists and placed them firmly above your head with a tight grip.

"Seems like I have to prevent you from your temptations..."

Colin spoke, as he pulled out his handcuffs from the side pocket of his pants. You watched him, cuffing both of your wrists onto the ornated metal headboard of your king-sized bed. The cold metal embraces your warm flesh in a uncomfortable way. The "click" of his cuffs signaled that you're arrested now, to Colin. And there you are, completely devoted to him and tied onto the bed.

You looked at him with big deer eyes as you were pulling on the cuffs, letting out a few huffs in desperation.

"Hmmngh...Colin!..."

You whimpered, your body was moving around impatiently, waiting for Colin to finally give you what you're craving, but he drew a tough card on you.

"Oh baby, I know what you want...just be...patient"

He spoke, his hands were gliding achingly slow from your torso down to your legs, his eyes followed the same track his hands were gliding, hungrily devouring your body in a whole. His hands found its end by your legs, as he locked his obsidian-like eyes with yours, basically piercing into your soul. Colin gently spread your legs apart, as he licked his lips, looking eagerly at your dripping entrance like it's a goddamn buffet. You watched him, as you were waiting for him to finally just do something on you, heavy breaths were all you could manage to bring out. He was totally fixed onto your pussy, he slowly brought his pointer finger again to your wet folds, as he was collecting some of your arousal and licking it provocatively off of his finger, he smirked as he was looking at you again, as he knew it would drive you crazy.

"How do you like that, hm princess?"

"Stop it, Colin! J-just fuck me now!"

"You hissed, twitching under the grip of his handcuffs as the harsh noises of metal hitting metal interrupted the silence.

"Shhh..."

Colin cooed, his finger gently entered your soft and pulsating walls while he was watching you, your reaction was pure bliss he was earning. He moved one finger out and entered another finger.

"This is what you want, hm?"

"O-oh...fuck yeah"

You stuttered, as you spread your legs even further in response, your head was thrown back, your breath was going heavier.

"Oh fuck yes baby..."

He had pure joy in seeing you in such a desperate state, as he bit his bottom lip, sliding in his middle and pointer finger into your throbbing cunt, as your wetness was leaking continously out of it. Your response was a drawn out moan.

"Oh princess you want it so much, don't you?"

As he looked at you with a small yet cocky smirk, his fingers were still inside of you, but he didn't keep going until he heard a response of yours. Yeah, he was pretty mean tonight.

„YES!“

You whimmered as you desperately rolled your hip against his fingers.

"Heh...I love how impatient you are...seems like you need to be a little more patient...Just a little bit"

He chuckled, his fingers curled up in a 'come-here' motion, tickling that soft and spongy spot skillfully.

"Ugh! Y-yes yes yes!"

You screamed, as Colin was hitting THAT spot. It was like an itch which needed to be scratched.

"Is it? C'mon, be a good girl for me and scream my name, C'mon!"

He demanded, as his fingers moved in and out in a faster speed, his gaze switched between the heavy panting and twitching mess which you were and your wet pussy, as he heavily fingered your cunt, the lewd squelching noises were filling the air dominantly.

"Oh shit Colin yes yes yes, hmmh.. baby yes!"

You whimpered and your legs began to shake uncontrollably, as Colin's fingers moved in and out of you in an almost brutal speed, causing your body to twitch.

"Daaamn, yes...that's my princess, let me hear it"

He spoke, as he was praising you for the good girl you were. Though he knew you were close to your high, he stopped in the last moment, right on the edge.

"Fuck! Colin I-I was so close!!"

You huffed, your breathing faster than previously, as you furrowed your brows, your agony was immense. You twitched around like crazy, the headboard was slightly moving under your twitches, the cuffs releasing heavy noises by scratching the headboard's metal.

"I hate you!"

You whined, kicking your feet in desperation accompanied with another huff.

"Hmmh...yeah princess, I just like to see you so desperate ya know"

Colin spoke, caressing gently the velvety skin of your leg. He looked at you, his grin was hiding something mischievous and dark eyes observing you lustful. His fingers, slowly entered your pussy again, knuckle-deep.

"Oooohh fuck, yes!"

You screamed, your back bent up from the mattress.

"You get what you want, trust me"

Colin growls, his fingers began to sped up, drilling into you with no mercy hitting that perfect spot again, your legs quivered in response.

'Ohh-f-fuck, Colin!"

You cried out, as it didn't took long and your orgasm was rushing over you like a wave, your whole body electrified and shaking uncontrollably under Colin's grip. You could swear you've seen the stars like you've never seen them before, dancing vividly across your mind. Instead of riding out your desired high, he wouldn't stop at all, penetrating you with the bliss to see you in such a desperate state.

"C-colin...s-stop!! Ugh!"

You mumbled, you couldn't even do anything at all, your wrist was still tied to the headboard which let your frustration grow.

"Hmmngh COLIN!!"

He was chuckling mischievously, biting his bottom lip.

"Oh princess, you should've been a good girl earlier..."

Hearing those words made you huff in response, followed by letting out a small whimper.

"Stop...Colin"

You whined, pleasure was slowly turning into pain, your pussy was aching and slightly burning. Another orgasm wouldn't come up for sure, you felt a little too irritated that your body would refuse to give you any more rush of dopamine.

"There's something missing, princess...c'mon use your words"

Colin spoke, still stroking the inner walls of your pussy with his veiny fingers.

"Ugh...please..."

You whimpered, that one single word was the key to make him stop. It was so damn easy...

"Oh? Did I just hear 'please?"

Colin spoke, as he gently pulled out his fingers, coated with your arousal. He licked them clean while he watched you, provocative and mischievous. Your legs, still quivering as you were lying on the bed, your body felt like it got electrified by a lighting.

"So, doll....lessons learned for tonight, hm?"

He responded, as he removed the cuffs from your wrists, putting them back into the pocket of his pants along with the key. You touched the irritated skin, which had left red marks due to the friction of Colin's handcuffs.

"Well...what if I'd say no?"

You spoke, as you reached for his tie, wrapping it nonchalantly around your wrist as you pulled him towards you with a vicious grin. Your lips met his, engaging them in a hot kiss. He gently cupped your chin, his thumb caressing the smooth skin of yours.

"Hmmmh...it's what you want, hm doll?"

Colin mumbled between kisses, he couldn't hold back a smirk, hearing your response was like an open plea for more.

"Gosh, you're so insatiable..."

He spoke, breaking the kiss between you and him, Colin's warm breath still lingered on your lips like a haunting ghost.

He got up, loosening up the tie around his neck, as he was about to leave the bedroom. He spoke to you:

"I'll have a shower now....And no misbehaving, okay, miss?"

That impish grin of him signaled that you're up for everything.

"Okay "officer" you responded, the "officer" underlined in a sarcastic tone of course, followed with a smirk on your lips.

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antiodote · 1 year

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she can't finish and they fight - part IV

warnings: strong language, somewhat disturbing imagery

“what could go wrong? except for absolutely everything?”

part I, II & III

/ / /

y/n opened and closed the door as quietly as she possibly could. her effort of not waking her temporary roommate was in vain though, as jane was happily munching down on some takeout while rewatching her favourite episodes of new girl. without turning away from the TV, jane spoke.

“11:02 pm, that’s a new record, girl! do they chain you to your damn desks or what?”

her remark makes y/n chuckle, more out of frustration than amusement, though. coming home at this hour on a monday night was indeed a new record for her. without saying a word, she leaves her bag and coat at the door and moves to sit next to her friend. she steals a slice of her pizza and digs in without much thought, staring straight ahead and trying to catch up on what was happening on the episode. both of them were aware, however, that she was entirely elsewhere, mentally. so, jane stops the episode to gain her friend’s attention.

“rough day?”

y/n turns to face her friend and sighs in defeat.

“rough day, week or month? honestly, I can’t even tell anymore.” her shoulders slump and her gaze wanders as she searches for a way to describe her current emotional well-being or lack thereof. “I just feel exhausted, like, all the time.”

a short pause makes the air thick between them before jane comments.

“y/n…”

the exhausted one looks up to her friend to find her concerned expression etched deeply into her pretty features. suddenly, she feels a warm hand graze its way upwards the length of her arm, stopping to softly grab her shoulder.

“you’re burnt out, angel. maybe take some time off, hm? I’m sure you’ll benefit from it-“

“jane, I can’t. you know that I can’t.”

her friend was not having it. “why not, y/n?”

“jane, please. can we not do this right now?”

“you always say that. you never let me help you-“

“you’re helping more than you know already! if it wasn’t for you I’d be homeless.”

jane took a deep breath to brace herself for what she was about to say.

“and why is that, y/n?”

the girl looked at her friend, puzzled.

“what are you on about?”

“why are you in this situation, y/n?”

she groaned. “don’t fucking make me say it.”

before jane could interject, y/n put her hand up in protest. it was as if the bare notion of speaking about the recent happenings in her life made her physically ill. and honestly, it did.

they say a broken heart can kill. what about a broken soul? what does that do to a person? y/n didn’t know. all she did know was that she felt like the life had been sucked out of her, and not in a good way.

it was terrible. so, so truly terrible and horrifying.

y/n looked at her friend, who looked at her apologetically. she sighed, her walls slowly crumbling.

“I am in this situation, my dearest jane, because…”

y/n got up instantaneously to fetch herself a drink from the tiny bar cart right across from where they were sitting because it just felt like that kind of night. the silence felt thick and heavy and goopy and greasy and it felt like drowning in a pool of tar. however, as soon as the bitter taste of alcohol hit her tongue and ran down her throat, things felt a little less thick and heavy and goopy and greasy and like drowning in a pool of tar.

so, y/n chuckled.

“I am here because my lovely boyfriend kicked me out. wonderful, right? now, why did you make me say it?”

y/n drowns her drink before pouring herself another one.

“and why did he do that, hmm? what made your angel of your boyfriend treat you like that?”

y/n turned around, facing jane. she was honestly offended at what she was insinuating.

“are you seriously trying to blame me for what happened?”

“oh, don’t you dare. you know damn well why I’m bringing this up, y/n.”

“please, enlighten me.” she said, as the third drink was in the process of being consumed.

jane sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb.

“god, y/n. look, I know you’re miss independent, as you should be! you’re strong and capable and one of the most resilient and successful people I know. however, and this is a big one, with how you don’t let your loved ones help you with anything at all, and with how you put work over anything, you’re doing yourself more harm than good. no, it doesn’t make you weak to ask for help, and it doesn’t make you incompetent to take a few steps back from work. you need a life, y/n. an actual life, not one where you keep running away from your problems and pretend like you’re the only person you can count on. it makes me feel like you’re shutting me out, and it probably made harry feel helpless as well. I’m not saying what he did was right, god no. what I am saying, though, is that the longer you keep doing this to yourself, the higher the chance is that you will end up alone.”

y/n doesn’t think she owns a knife sharp enough to cut the tension in the room. she looks at jane, who is red in the face with frustration, and tries to find some sort of flaw in her logic. she doesn’t know if this is some sort of fight for dominance, or just a friend expressing her concerns. y/n wonders if she lost the ability to trust anyone.

she truly wasn’t up for this kind of conversation right now.

“jesus, jane. time-out, please. I know you mean well, but I really can’t do this right now.”

jane sighs, y/n can no longer face her friend, and things feel uncomfortable.

“look, y/n, I get it. I really do. but don’t let your trauma stand in the way of what you truly deserve. you deserve a fulfilling career, not a soul-crushing one, and you deserve help, especially when the people who love you want to do nothing more. it doesn’t matter if you feel like you need it or not, because everyone needs it. you’re human, dude. try acting like one.”

and with that, jane got up from the couch and made her way to her room. she turned around halfway to say an earnest “I love you” to her friend, but she was staring straight at the bottom of her glass in misery.

the tears started flowing before she could help it, but she was entirely silent. she missed the time when things weren’t this messy. she missed feeling strong and most of all, happy.

and she also missed him, terribly so. and this time, she couldn’t help but stare straight at the obvious: she missed him more and more, every day.

she also missed the person that she was when they were together and was starting to wonder if she needed him to get her back.

/ / /

monday, 9:02 am.

harry had not seen y/n since their fight and he had honestly almost gotten used to her absence. it didn’t feel good to not have her around, but it didn’t drive him to a near overdose anymore.

where once used to be a feeling of existential dread and depression, now lives an ongoing flow of anxiety and panic. because he has to face her, today. for the sake of his friends. at least that’s what he tells himself.

a sudden sickness overcomes him for the umpteenth time within the last few days which makes him stop mid-run.

in through the nose. hold your breath. one. two. three. release through the mouth. repeat.

just like she had taught him.

god fucking dammit.

harry was now aggravated, more than anything. but he knew, no matter how negative his emotions were today, he had to go through with it. for mitch and sarah. and himself.

he arrived back home and took an icy shower. he thought it might help him be less of a wuss and prepare for the task at hand. but alas, his balls were still buried somewhere deep within him. so, time passes.

11 am.

12 pm.

1 pm.

2 pm.

3 pm.

4 pm.

by the time 5 pm rolled around, he had to chuckle bitterly. any other person would’ve been on their way home by now. but his lovely y/n was probably still buried knee-deep in any kind of work that was given to her. it pained him to think about her in stress and exhaustion. it pained him even more that she probably didn’t even realise how she was working herself to death.

he fondly remembers the time when she was the epitome of a free spirit; when nothing could worry her and life was a gift that she happily embraced with open arms. now, it seemed, she was trapped in a vicious cycle of self-destruction. it felt like the walls around her were at an all-time high. harry didn’t know if he could be the one to save her, if that was even within the realm of what she could possibly want. and honestly, for now, that didn’t even matter. they had a wedding to attend. everything else could be resolved afterwards.

as soon as that very thought came to him, harry wanted to punch himself in the face for how utterly stupid and selfish he sounded. well, if he’s lucky, y/n will do that job for him. at least then he could feel her touch again.

6 pm.

enough is enough.

harry fought the urge to throw up once more before he left the house. he decided to purposefully ignore the mind-numbing screams inside of his brain telling him to not leave the house ever again; to stay in his bed until he starved, shrivelled up and died without anybody ever having to look at his miserable figure again. the anxiety that has been constantly bubbling at the back of his throat like a jacuzzi in the french alps told him to never speak to y/n again. that they hurt each other and that he was in no way capable of fixing anything. as a matter of fact, he was certainly only going to make it worse. nevertheless, he pushed through, he had to. for mitch and sarah, or whatever.

he arrived at her office building at 6:23 pm. before he could think too much about it, he left his car, headed towards the building, greeted the intern at the front desk, got into the elevator and pressed number seven in it to get to y/n. easy enough, so far.

or so he thought.

when the elevator dinged to signal his arrival on the 7th floor, the sliding doors opened to reveal maude, y/n’s sweet coworker, who was probably leaving for the day. she saw him and harry wished he had just waited in the car for two more minutes.

“harry! sweet boy, how are you? it’s been ages! give me a hug you handsome thing!”

while harry’s neck was dragged down by maude’s short arms, panic rose in his gut as he became painfully aware of how y/n must’ve been alerted of his presence with how loud maude had just greeted him. matter of fact, the whole office must be aware now.

“hi maude, good to see you. I’m actually looking for y/n, is she still at her desk?”

unbeknownst to him, y/n was definitely aware of his presence. just like he had suspected, she was made aware by maude’s overly excited greeting. the second she figured he was here she wanted to hide, run, possibly jump out of the window. she wanted to do whatever she could to not face him. not right now, not ever. she wasn’t ready. so, while maude kindly offered to walk harry to y/n’s desk and bombard him with small talk in the meantime, she took the initiative and ran, as unsuspecting as possible, to the bathroom to at least try and get some proper air in her lungs. hopefully, no one saw the sheer panic in her expression.

harry and maude came to y/n’s desk to find it empty.

“oh, this is weird. I swear she was here just a moment ago.” maude said, looking around the room in a confused manner. harry had an inkling that his earlier suspicions were indeed correct. she knew he was here.

“I’m sure she just went to the bathroom, maude. I can wait here, thank you.”

before harry could interject, maude offered to wait with him. “I don’t always get the chance to have you all to myself, harry! need to use it, don’t I?”

they both laughed at her attempted, slightly inappropriate joke. harry shrugged it off and blamed it on the fact that the woman is the same age as some of her aunts or her mother, even. lord knows, maybe she genuinely enjoyed his presence.

while they continued their chitchat, y/n had yet to properly calm down. what was she going to do? does she face him? could she? was there an alternative? not really, she thought. she had to come out before it raised any suspicion. not that people cared, really. she just didn’t want to make a fuss. however, the thought of facing him right now made her want to rip her nails out, one by one.

her frantic back and forth through the office bathroom came to a halt when someone else came in. she tried to smooth over her anxiety by pretending to have just left a stall and make her way to the sinks in a calm and collected fashion, though, anybody could probably smell her nerves from miles and miles away. she washes her hands, rapidly, and takes a good look at herself afterwards. her hair was in place, her suit somewhat clean and her makeup looked good enough. to strangers and coworkers, she probably looked fine. she knew, however, that harry would probably see the pain in her. she wonders what would cross his mind when he lays his eyes on her. then she thinks again, a sudden rage aflame within her. she shouldn’t care what he thinks. after all, the bastard kicked her out! the newfound emotion was enough to carry her feet from her current position to her desk. purposeful strides, stiff back and high nose.

here goes nothing.

when she gets back to her desk, she finds maude telling harry some story about a comically large fruit she saw at the farmers market. harry seemed to listen to every word until he found y/n to be standing in front of them. they looked at each other for the first time since their fight but had no time to dwell on any emotions as maude filled the silence instantaneously.

“there you are! your lovely beau is here to pick you up, lucky girl! do you know where you’ll be having dinner tonight? oh, there is this wonderful italian place that I went to recently, let me give you the address!”

maude rummaged through her handbag to retrieve her phone and look up said address, which gave harry and y/n enough time to exchange glances. harry knew that she did not want to involve her coworkers in her personal life, which meant that as of right now, she was probably going to lie.

“yeah, I’m one lucky girl, huh? don’t worry about the address, though. I’m sure harry’s made reservations somewhere. thank you, though!”

he did know her too well.

the smile and tone she put on were enough to fool the average person, so it was good enough for now. and honestly, he was glad she took the initiative, as he truly did not feel like having lovely maude know anything about them on a personal level. so, he played along.

“yes, I think we’re all set. we’ve been wanting to go there for a while, anyways. thank you so much, still!”

maude stopped looking for a phone and looked up at the supposed couple. “alright if you say so! I’ll just give y/n the address tomorrow so you lot can go there some other time. anyways, I’ll leave you two to it! have fun!”

she bid her goodbye and walked towards the elevators once more. one last time she turns around with a devilish smile on her face as she practically shouts through the entire office: “also, I want to hear wedding bells for you two, soon! chop, chop!”

she laughed as the pair went pale in the face and happily went on her merry way home. what she didn’t know was that the suggestion currently made both of them nauseous for a multitude of reasons that they, however, could not dwell on for too long. once maude left the building, the two of them forcefully faced each other.

y/n tried to look strong and determined. whatever happened, she wanted to stand her ground. harry had a goal that he was going to reach no matter what.

“how are you?” he tried to ask carefully, but y/n wanted none of it.

“what are you doing here?” she asked, bitterness seething from her tone.

harry knew the fight was pointless and wanted to get straight to his point.

“look, I need to talk to you about something. it’s really important.”

y/n first looked at him and then around to figure out her next move. a sudden need for fresh air made her speak up.

“let’s go to the roof.”

/ / /

harry’s heart was practically beating in his throat. her presence made him utterly nervous and the stakes were really high, unfortunately. the quiet journey to their current location at the rooftop terrace of her office was tense enough, and he just hoped their conversation would be a little less so. he looked at a questioning y/n who had her arms crossed over her chest with her bum leaning on the railing. she looked unamused, so he had no time to waste.

“the wedding. mitch and sarah’s. it’s on friday.”

a sudden glimmer of surprise washed over her features. much to harry’s surprise, she had forgotten. in an instant, her face found purchase in her hands, a languid sigh leaving her mouth.

“fuck, I completely forgot. and the rehearsal dinner is-“

“tomorrow, yeah.” harry finished.

“god, that’s why sarah called me. I thought it had something to do with you! I was supposed to get some things sorted out for-“

“I took care of it.” harry, once again, finished her sentence and chose to ignore the bad aftertaste of her statement.

her rushed rambling came to a halt and y/n gave harry a puzzled look. before she could ask, he explained himself.

“I figured that you might have some other shit to deal with, so I took care of it. you also took tomorrow off months ago, so don’t worry about it.”

she let his words linger. for some reason, she was more confused than before.

“uh, okay. thank you. why are you here then? you came all this way just to remind me?”

“well, no.”

harry paused briefly, a sudden wave of anxiety hitting him. maybe this was too ridiculous but there was no going back now. he looked up and spoke.

“look… I know that things aren’t good between us at the moment, hell, I don’t even really know if an “us” exists right now. and I also know I’m not in the position to ask for any favours because-“

“-you kicked me out, correct.”

once again, a defining silence hung in the air.

y/n looked at harry in way that somehow combined hurt, anger, disgust and maybe a tiny bit of longing, or so harry imagined. his own shame that is attached to the situation by thick, heavy chains pulled him down into a very specific sort of depression once more, almost knocking the air out of his lungs. he tries to move on, desperately.

“look, y/n-“

“say it. say that you kicked me out. then we can continue this conversation. say it first.” she demanded.

harry swallowed hard, the weight of y/n’s demand heavy in his heart. he understood that she needed him to acknowledge his actions, his mistake before he could ask anything of her. but even now, amidst all of the shame he felt, he was still hurt, himself. he was hurt by the fact that the woman he considered to be his forever didn’t trust him. he was hurt because she lied. he was hurt because she wouldn’t let him help her. he was hurt because apparently he was just another man to him, after everything. it made sense with her past, but the naive part in him thought they moved past it. alas, it seems like they haven’t. so, he says what she wants to hear. he closed his eyes for a brief moment, gathering his thoughts, and tried to summon the strength to confront the truth.

“yes, y/n. things went even more to shit between us after I kicked you out. after we fought because you lied to me and because we haven’t properly spoken in weeks. after I freaked out and did something that I will probably spend the rest of my life apologising to you for because it was an idiotic thing to do and truly, I am sorry. unbelievably so.”

y/n understood that she wasn’t the only one who was hurting. she was painfully aware of the fact that she had previously done some things to bring him to that point of mental and emotional torment. she knew that he wouldn't just treat her like that out of the blue or without reason, but even with all of that knowledge in her mind, it didn't make the situation any less painful. she looked at him with a look that could only be described as purely and utterly defeated. she thought about arguing with him, right then in there. she wanted to scream at him, to slap him right across his cheek and tell him to go to hell and to never speak to her again. but alas, she refrained from doing so. instead, she sighed, deeply, wiped away the flyaways that were stuck to her forehead and looked at him one more time.

“right. what is it that you wanted to talk about, harry? I really don’t have time for this.”

harry chose to ignore how her complete ignorance for his apology or her statement of utter disinterest stung him deep in his chest and continued.

“what I was going to say is that I know that I am in no position to ask her any favours because of-“ he paused and closed his eyes: “because of what happened. but I need us to ignore our personal drama for their sake. just for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding, that’s all.”

y/n’s brows scrunched up in confusion. “what do you mean?”

harry felt more and more stupid as the conversation went on.

“look, they're some of my closest friends and they’ve been waiting for this wedding for too long. I know that sarah always acts like she’s whatever about anything and that mitch pretends he’s too cool to actually want a nice wedding, but I know that they both secretly deeply care about it, and I don't want to be the person to spoil it all. I don't want to be the person who draws the attention onto himself. I don't want our personal lives taking any attention away from them and potentially ruin it all for them, I could never live with myself if I or we did that to them. so, I guess what I'm trying to ask you is: do you think there is a possibility that we could press pause on this whole thing? the fight, I mean. I'm not saying that we need to do it for the entire week, only for the rehearsal dinner and for the wedding. let’s just try to be normal and grit our teeth the entire way through, if we have to. I’m only asking because I know that sarah would do everything in her power to figure out what was wrong, even if she was in the middle of that fucking dance floor and is supposed to be having the night or for life. I know that they will probably pull us aside and ask us a million questions because they've done it before, but I cannot do that to them. not on their wedding day. not when we should be giving them all of our attention. we might’ve spoiled this for us but I cannot and will not do even the slightest bit to spoil it for them.”

harry paused his rant to look at y/n, almost entirely sure to get rejected. however, he’s surprised to find her deep in thought. almost as if she was actually considering it.

“so, what do you say?”

y/n knew how ridiculous this entire thing would probably end up being. she knew that if she even had to pretend for a second to hold his hand, or to laugh at his jokes, to dance with him or - god forbid - kiss him, she would end up either crying in pure agony, throw up in a random corner, or actually go clinically insane. but, despite it all, she understood where he was coming from and she was well aware that his request was rooted in place of sincerity. hell, the selfish part in her was even excited because this way she’d have two more days with him. two more days of pretending like everything was fine and nothing was bothering them. because realistically, it would all be over afterwards, anyway. so, she did the unthinkable-

“okay, I’m in.”

harry stared in disbelief. “really? you’re absolutely sure?”

without missing a beat, she nodded. “I mean, you do have a point. I wouldn't want to spoil their wedding plans either. I'll try my best to suck it up for two days and we'll see where we’ll go from there, deal?”

she stretched her hand out for him to shake. he looked at it hesitantly and decided that now was the best time to ask for the other pressing request on his mind. so, before shaking her hand, he continued.

“there is one more thing, y/n…”

she pulled her hand back and nodded for him to go on.

“listen, you can absolutely say no to this, but I just wanted to put it on the table in case you were interested. I- I don’t even know where you’re staying right now. are you at jane’s?”

she nodded once more, annoyed at how well he could calculate her moves.

“right. so, you know that our home-“

“your place.” she deadpanned. “I really don’t think I can refer to that place as ‘home’ right now, but go on.”

once again her words stung but he tried his best to understand.

“right, uh, my place. you know it’s about two hours from the venue and getting there from jane’s apartment would make the journey almost 40 minutes longer. also, all your stuff is still at my place and I might need some help carrying all the things that sarah asked me to collect. also, we were supposed to help with the setup-“

“are you asking me to stay over?”

truthfully, he was asking her to come back, but he knew that it wasn’t going to be this easy. maybe, at this point, it was entirely impossible. but he tried his best, anyway.”

“I’m just saying it would make everything run a bit more smoothly tomorrow. like I said, you can say no. I’ll just come and pick you up from jane’s or we can meet up at mine beforehand… whatever works for you.”

once again, y/n’s selfish side overtook her mind. she suddenly became hyperaware of the fact that she could possibly share a bed with him tonight, have him wrap his strong arms around her sleeping figure and feel peaceful for the first time in what feels like forever. in another reality he might even fuck her senseless, and she wouldn’t even have to fake her orgasm. in another reality she wasn’t constantly stressed because of work and wasn’t constantly anxious because everything was falling apart around her. in another world it was just harry and her spending the night together in their shared home, doing all the things that couples do, before they help their friends with their rehearsal dinner. harry would never have to lock himself up in his studio for hours on end to finish a song or be on tour for months and months on end, and y/n wouldn’t have to stare at a screen until her eyes were dry and work on reports and samples until the early hours of the morning. it would just be them, together, and it would be blissful.

she knew that none of those things were actually going to happen, but the sheer possibility was enough for her to agree to his proposal.

“you’re right, it’ll be easier this way. let’s do it. I’ll just have to pick up my stuff from jane’s but I’ll head to yours after.”

harry didn’t want to show it but he was filled to the brim with hope. maybe they could resolve things after all.

“well then, we have a deal, y/n.”

this time, he was the one stretching out his hand for her to shake. she looked at it momentarily before meeting him in the middle and intertwining her hand with his. and then, they just stood there. hands interlocked and gazes on one another. time stops for a moment, both of them focusing on the feeling of touching each other again. neither of them really wanted to let go but eventually, they had to. y/n was the first one going for release but before she could let go, harry squeezed her hand tighter. he spoke before she could interject.

“for what it’s worth, y/n, I’m willing to fight for this. until the very end. I don’t care how corny I sound, either. I mean it and I want you to know.” he said, pure and raw honesty dripping from his voice like honey.

she couldn’t say anything, she couldn’t even look at him. all she could do was to let go of his hand and shift her gaze towards the sky. it was way too beautiful outside for her insides to feel as stormy as they did.

“you should go, I’ll meet you at yours later.”

her response left harry feeling cold all over. it was okay, though. he just hoped that they could be better, one day.

“right, then. see you tonight.”

/ / /

shortly after harry had left, she decided that her work day was over, as well. it was getting close to 7 pm and she’d finished her work so she wanted to leave as fast as she could. everyone else was already gone, anyway. so, she collected her belongings and made her way to her boss’s office to officially sign out for the day.

she knocked softly and was met with a cold “yes?”

y/n opened the door to find her boss, cynthia, at her desk with a coffee in one hand and future designs in the other. as always, the woman looked uninterested, bored and arrogant. a true the devil wears prada type of villain. y/n walked into her office, set any and all reports down on to her desk and tried to make her way out again when cynthia called for her, again.

“where do you think you're going?”

y/n turned around, dreading what was coming next.

“excuse me?”

“you need to look over maude’s mood boards. they’re sloppy and entirely useless. I need them done by tonight.”

y/n had no energy left. usually that meant that she would wordlessly do the overtime. right now, however, she wished for nothing more than to be asleep next to harry with his scent surrounding her and his warmth embracing her. so, she did something that she hadn’t done before.

“I won’t be able to do that, cynthia. please, ask maude to rework them. I have tomorrow off and need to be up early and-“

“I didn't ask for your entire life story y/n. I just need you to redo maude’s work, that is all.”

it was as if she couldn’t possibly fathom that y/n had denied her request. so, she went again.

“cynthia, I'm going to go home now. I honestly don't care who finishes that work for you but it won't be me. have a good night.”

adrenaline rushed through her veins as she made her way to the door. unfortunately, before she could leave, cynthia made sure to leave a mark.

“you know I gave you that promotion because I thought you were capable of handling it, right? not because I thought that you were going to end up being lazy once you have it. I can take it away from you just as fast as I gave it to you. I want you to know that before you decide to go home now and enjoy your day off tomorrow. we'll see how long you stay at this company with this kind of attitude.”

y/n turned around, red in the face with rage. “you can call me a lot of things cynthia. you can call me an overachiever or you can call me a pushover or a perfectionist or a crippling workaholic; all those things are true. I know one thing though, I am not lazy. since the day I started working here I have worked my ass off to prove myself. I don’t need your excuse for recognition, but I demand some fucking respect.”

cynthia and y/n looked at each other like gladiators would look at one another in the colosseum, fighting for their lives.

“y/n, if you seriously expect me to kiss your forehead and give you a gold star for doing the work I expect you to get done here, then you have chosen the wrong company to work for. I would suggest you start to toughen up a little and look alive if you see yourself having a career in this industry. no go, do whatever you need to do. I’ll get someone else to do the work that you were too incapable to do.”

y/n wanted to pour that piping hot coffee over her head and watch her scream. she didn’t, though. instead, she was left to think about a moment that harry and her shared about a year ago; a fond memory.

“dude, I swear to god, she just fired the girl out of nowhere just because she couldn't get her the damn bag from the other city of the city in like 10 minutes which is, oh I don’t know, physically impossible!? and before she fired her she basically verbally abused her in front of the entire team, and I just had to stand there and say nothing! what kind of a person does this kind of thing? like, is she crazy? is she actually the devil?”

y/n shoved another spoonful of pasta into her mouth while harry gave her an amused look. he tried desperately not to laugh, but the rosy tint on her cheeks that she got out of sheer frustration was nothing short of adorable. luckily, y/n started chuckling pretty quickly herself.

“and then, oh my god, and then the girl just started crying and we all thought she would be a puddle on the floor, but no! she starts throwing shit on the floor and literally called cynthia a ‘raging fucking nitwit of a cunt that deserved to rot the deepest pits of hell’ and suddenly the entire office was involved!” - another laugh - “soon enough, security comes barging in and literally carry the girl out while she’s flailing in steve’s arms like a hyperactive, very angry puppy, and god, harry, I felt so bad! but it was so funny! not the fact that she was getting fired, god, no! but the way she handled it was so iconic! I wanted to kiss the ground she walked on!”

by the end of y/n’s story, both her and harry were laughing until their tummies hurt. harry continued to listen to her crazy work stories during dinner, after dinner when he washed the dishes, on the couch with her laying on his chest and him playing with her hair, and ideally, for the rest of his damn life.

the memory made y/n giggle.

“something funny, dear? do you need a cordial invitation to get out of my office?”

y/n just smiled.

“good night, cynthia.”

with that, she was on her merry way.

///

“and you’re absolutely sure that this is a good idea?”

jane stood before her in her doorway. y/n had told her everything as soon as she got home and they ended up talking for hours.

“honestly, no. but I have a gut feeling that this might be the right thing to do.”

concern is etched deeply into jane’s face. a heavy sigh and a shake of her head later, she replied.

“look, just be careful. and no matter what, you can always come back. you have a key and my bed always has an open space for you. no shame.”

y/n felt so much love for her concerned friend in that moment that she stopped the act of tying her shoes to give her a tight hug. “I know.” she mumbled into her shoulder. “thank you.”

they detangle and y/n grabs her duffle off the floor. one last knowing look is exchanged before y/n takes the first stride towards her car. jane waves her goodbye. when she sees y/n leaving her driveway she grabs her phone in an instant to send a text to the one and only. two words, and nothing but sincerity behind them.

“good luck.”

/ / /

6.3k, not entirely proofread, lowercase intended

after a billion million years, here's part four. i know it's a bit of a filler but I have some nice stuff planned for the remainder of this story, so please bear with me.

thank you and all the love <3

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Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Epilogue - Always You

Chapter 20; Masterlist Summary: One December evening, Vengeance climbs into your apartment through the window. That's regular occurrence by now. What isn't regular, is the conversation you share. Warnings: 18+ (sorry, the gremlin in my brain insisted I describe some of that), swearing. Author's Notes: So, this is the official farewell. This epilogue turned out to be kind of an 'evening in the life of', but I think I needed that. Even if only just to say goodbye to those two. It's 6k of headcanons and fluff, so I hope you enjoy 💕 Once again, thanks for sticking around ✨ A playlist will follow bc of course I have that too. Feel free to let me know what you think? Tag list: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim, @ttae-yong, @freyadruid, @siriuslydestiny, @ms-dont-care, @raphaelaisabella, @itsmytimetoodream, @brightjimini, @castellandiangelo, @grunge-n-roses5

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No amount of thinking and consideration could have ever prepared you for the reality of being Bruce Wayne’s partner. Or girlfriend, a term you had sometimes relished teasing him with. If only to get that same deadpan look, complemented by a pink blush on his cheeks and one sentence reply.

Always the same: “You’re much more than that to me”. Every time the answer made you blush too, overwhelmed with love and hopefulness like never before. Because, as it quickly turned out, Bruce treated this seriously, daily putting in work to make sure whatever you had would survive.

And it did, at least until the rain showers had been replaced by snowfall, and the white coat covering most of Gotham almost made up for the plummeting temperatures. Long enough for you to get used to the idea that a solo night at your place did not mean loneliness. It did not even mean that you would be alone for that much longer, for, as it happened, Bruce’s patrol now sometimes led to your apartment instead of the Terminus. It was a substitute for the nights when you opted to stay at your place instead of perusing the Tower. All the heads-up he would give would be a quick text sent between the hours when you were likely still awake. But it was all you needed, instantly perking up at the idea.

That night was like that, as you were informed by a message on the burner phone: “I’ll come by after 2”. Easy fate to achieve - waiting for Bruce until 2 am. Although, the slow passage of time made you groan for the umpteenth time as you found it still to be only 1 am. An hour. A whole bloody hour. Your head dropped onto the table with a dull thud. The waiting for him was the worst part of it all, perhaps only next to the constant anxiety that filled your veins whenever Bruce was playing the part of Batman. Mostly because you never knew whether waiting up on him in the cave would be to get that desired kiss and help him with the amour or whether it would entail cleaning the wounds and bandaging the cuts. You already had a fair share of both. And there was no point guessing which you preferred.

Your favourite nights, by a large margin, were those when Bruce stayed home. Or at least stayed long enough to go to bed with you. Those were the nights of discoveries and enlightenment, leaving you breathless and wanting more. Always wanting more. Luckily now, you did not have to deny yourself what you had become addicted to. And the list was growing exponentially. Like the fact that after that first night when you had confessed your feelings for Bruce, the three words had only gained power. Enough so that when you whispered them at just the right time, with Bruce still buried deep inside you and inching towards his release - they were all the trigger he needed. All sense of control seemed to disappear as soon as you reminded him you loved him. And for that, the affection only grew.

You knew that was very much mutual.

The other discovery, which had led to many sleepless lonely nights, spent squirming under the covers, was that once Bruce had understood that he truly was the best you ever had, a new level of confidence was unlocked. Some might even call it smugness. But you could not possibly mind a bit of cockiness when it got you a man who would tease you with his fingers and mouth till you were a whimpering mess. And then, only then, he would lean in close, let his mouth brush your heated cheek and the shell of your ear, and whisper: “Come for me”. A request. A command even. You had no choice but to obey. Not that you didn’t want to. By now, the exact way he had spoken had become a go-to soundtrack to all your daydreams. A weak substitute for when you were apart.

It was still better than nothing.

Glancing at the watch to check the time, you were easily brought back from the pleasant recollections. It was almost 2 am. Not long now. You did not need a mirror to confirm your mouth stretched into a dumb smile. The reaction was involuntary at this point, transforming you into that type of lovesick individual you always scoffed at. The irony was infuriating. Feeling the tell-tale shiver of anticipation, you made one final lap of the flat. Smoothing out the bedsheets (even though neither of you cared about it), taking out the short-rimmed tumbler (in case he did want that whiskey you offered before Halloween) and dragging a hand through your hair to detangle any knots (even though he had seen you with bed-hair and mascara stains on your cheeks). Only then you could say you were ready.

And right on time, too, for before long, you heard the familiar light knock upon the window frame. A smile broke out on your face as you crossed the room to unlatch the window and stepped back. This part always made you laugh. You knew why Bruce deemed the window a better way of entering your apartment, but it was still a strange spectacle to witness. Using the grappling hook, he would lift himself to the level of your building and gracefully slip in. The only downside? The melting snow created puddles on your floor. This time you were prepared, a sweeping mop in hand.

The first glimpse you caught was a smile under the cowl. A look so strange for Mr Vengeance himself, yet something you had grown accustomed to. You returned the expression with ease, watching as he jumped in feet first through the window frame and landed on your floor with a quiet groan. That, too, was a sign – this night had been rough. Before you could process the realization, Bruce strengthened up and took off the cowl. As always, that first shared glance made you shiver. The smudged black makeup was smeared around his eyes, hair messy and unkempt, begging you to arrange it. There was no reason to wait.

“Hello, you” you closed the remaining gap and placed your hand on his shoulder.

The material felt cold and made you shiver as you rose on your toes to level with him. Bruce’s eyes traced your every move as he wound his arm around your waist, keeping you close and secure.

“Hey,” the whisper you got in return was the last thing you let him say before you crashed your mouth into his with a satisfied hum.

The coldness of his lips did nothing to stifle the spark of fire slowly building in your veins. As always. Carefully you let your tongue trace his bottom lip, prodding at the seam till Bruce opened his mouth, inviting you in. The familiarity of the feeling was enough to let you drop the remaining weight from your shoulders and sink into him, tasting and consuming all you could. All that he was willing to give you.

Bruce responded in kind to the tempo you had set, caressing your tongue with his and lightly nipping at your bottom lip. He felt like home. Even with the melting snow dripping onto your clothes and the hard edges of the armour digging between your ribs. The need to continue was stronger than anything else. Until neither of you could get deep enough breaths to continue.

You drew back with a quiet whine, frustration adding spikes to the warmth in your chest. The blue of Bruce’s eyes staring back at you smoothed the feeling, instantly making you notice the glimmer in his gaze. The love that was no longer a secret between you. It was impossible to escape the blush blooming on your cheeks and the pick-up in your heart rate. Ignoring the urge to hide from his perceptive stare, you returned to the task at hand.

One assessing look was enough as you raised your hand to cup his cheek and then up to comb through the hair falling into his eyes. You carefully brushed it away from his forehead, barely managing not to drown in the grateful look you got awarded. The only way of avoiding the shame of losing your mind and doing something utterly stupid like falling to your knees before Bruce, you grabbed the mop and pushed it onto his chest with a simple instruction:

“Now mop the floor” you eyed the growing puddle at your feet with a critical eye, adding, “You’ve made a mess” without waiting for a reply, you turned away towards the kitchen.

Just in time to hear the answer.

“Yes, ma’am” you did not need to see him to know he was smiling.

Approaching the counter, you opened the cupboard and eyed the contents. It was too late for a meal, but when Bruce visited, you would always share a drink before retiring to your bedroom. It was only a question of choice. What suited him better on this particular December night?

“What’s your poison tonight?” you asked and turned to face Bruce, finding him leaning the mop on the wall and the floors shiny and swept (naturally), “Coffee? Tea? Whiskey?” the first two had been staples on the menu, the last one was an inside joke.

An option you always gave him for the sake of it. And also, because you were yet to see Bruce Wayne relax with an alcoholic drink in his hand. Early on, he had told you he did not indulge in that too often, seldom, in fact, because alcohol did not exactly help the difficult thoughts springing in his mind at every possible chance. You knew the feeling too well, so you never pushed. But maybe-

“You know what?” Bruce’s question interjected your internal monologue as he eyed the tumbler you had taken out earlier, “Maybe it’s time. At last,” raising his head to meet your searching gaze, Bruce grinned.

Even now, when smiles no longer were rare, you still treasured each one. Mostly because they lit up Bruce’s beautiful face like nothing else, throwing everything into perspective. It was a point of personal pride you made him smile like that.

Without waiting for Bruce to change his mind, you took the bottle off the shelf and grabbed a second glass to fill. Two ice cubs per drink clinked in the tumblers as you poured the rich brown liquid and turned to hand it to him.

“Cheers,” raising yours to toast, you sent him another pleased smile.

You did not need to discuss the arrangement, wordlessly taking a sip from the glass and placing it back on the counter to free your hands for the next step in the routine. Bruce mirrored your moves, patiently waiting for you to start taking off the armour pieces. By now, the process was almost second nature. You did not need his directions, easily following the straps and buckles to undo them. Each plating would end up on one of your chairs, a dark heap covered with the cloak. Only once Bruce was left with the black thermals, you drifted to the sofa and fell against each other on the cushions. Multiple points of contact at every spot. Calves, knees, thighs, hips, and shoulders. At the least.

At first, you did not talk, quietly soaking in the calm. It quickly became evident that Bruce valued his peace, and each nightly escapade was enough to drain his battery. Both physically and mentally. That is why when he returned home or to your place the priority was letting him rest. Usually, you would put the tv on as background noise, but tonight as soon as you turned your head to look at Bruce, the remote control was frozen in your hand.

Suddenly it struck you. The strangeness of the moment in its entirety. It was nothing you could have foreseen, not in a million years. And yet, it made perfect sense.

You must have stared for too long because the next thing you registered was Bruce looking back at you with an incredulous glim in his eyes. He arched an eyebrow, his hand landing on your knee to gently stroke the skin beneath your pyjama pants. A question followed:

“What’s that look for?” the curiosity in his tone made you smile, barely resisting the urge to hide your face in the crook of his neck to avoid being stared at.

Especially by someone who could see through each wall you ever tried to raise. By now, you never even tried anymore, aware that it was pointless. Bruce (somehow) wanted all of you, so that is what he got. You could only hope he would never change his mind.

“It’s a lot to take in,” shrugging with one shoulder, the one not tucked against his side, you chose the safest answer.

All the while knowing Bruce would not let that be the end of that conversation. You only had to wait approximately 10 seconds for the follow-up question.

“What is?” you had to admit he was good at this.

Interrogation techniques that somehow fit right in the dynamic between you. And made it impossible for you to hide from him. While the thought had been terrifying once, it was almost easy to get used to. Almost being the keyword there.

“Oh, you know” feigning nonchalance, you chose to pace your answer, taking your time with the reveal, while watching him closely, “Having Vengeance in my living room” was the most obvious of hang-ups, something you did not think you could get accustomed to. Each time you saw tv coverage of Batman or had your work colleagues develop a piece on the vigilante, the thrill of realization felt like something new, something you had never experienced before. Now, you let your gaze stray to the half-empty tumbler in his hand, adding another layer to the confession, “Serving whiskey to Bruce Wayne” lifting your eyes to catch the growing smile on his face, you allowed the fondness seep into your tone. The feeling was almost drowning out the disbelief that still tinted your vowels. You never expected to get rid of that either, “Having that same Bruce Wayne as my boyfriend…” it was strange to let the term roll off your tongue this freely, but the strangeness could not contend with the happiness you could see in his eyes. It was enough to make you grin, the conclusion to the speech coming up effortlessly, “Never once saw that coming” no lies were to be found there, “I need to stare a little longer to make sure you won’t disappear on me now” the excuse was flimsy, but it had the intended effect.

Bruce smiled and pulled you closer again, your body falling against his chest like always. The warmth of the embrace kept the chill from settling in your bones. His arms tightened around your waist as he rested his chin on your head and let out a content sigh.

“I won’t” there was no need to question him, all sense of doubt disappearing like melting snow when he added, “I like you too much,”

It was both what he said and how he said it. Like it was no big deal. Like the admission did not cost him anything. Like the character evolution you had witnessed in Bruce was something he was proud of. Something he took joy in if only because it mattered to you.

That was a little difficult to get used to.

So much so that instead of facing the affectionate admissions head-on, you chose to go for a joke, using it as a protective veil:

“Damn, never imagined Bruce Wayne would be such a softie” you lightly swatted him across the chest, not expecting the delighted giggle that would erupt from your throat when he caught your hand in his and squeezed it.

“I’m not” it took one look at Bruce, registering the slight pout and the petulance in his eyes, to make you abandon the pretence.

You dove in for a kiss, pressing your mouth against his in a quick, firm peck balancing just on the right sight of not being too greedy. Or distracting for the conversation you were still hoping to have with Bruce.

“Sure, babe” you placed another kiss on the apple of his cheek, slightly tinted pink, and changed the topic, “So, how’s Gotham? Any hot goss I should know about?” you bated your eyelashes as a complimentary show of begging.

Not that Bruce would otherwise deny you the answers. He never did that, which quickly made you the second most informed individual in the city. After the Batman, of course.

Bruce shifted slightly - a sign you had come to associate with the conversation taking a more serious turn. Placing a comforting hand on his knee, you waited as he gathered his thoughts and replied:

“There’s some talk of the Penguin putting most of his resources into bringing back the drops business” you frowned, already knowing what a mess would result from such a move. Although, unfortunately, it sounded plausible, “I’ve got addresses to scout that might be their new labs” Bruce glanced at you, awaiting a comment.

And potentially wordlessly asking whether you wanted to accompany him during the recon. It was something you did together, from time to time. An unusual way of spending time and a first-hand opportunity to gather information for work. And if the pleasant side-effect were the heated kisses shared in the shadowed alleys, then it was nobody’s business but yours.

You already knew it was a yes if he asked.

“That’s probably something you should share with Gordon” instead of voicing that, you chose to offer him reasoning.

The close cooperation between them was still a surprising development. But it was getting stronger and sometimes made you wonder whether the GCPD lieutenant would not be the very next person to learn Vengeance’s identity. So far, Bruce denied it, but you knew better than to take his word for granted. After all, decisions changed.

“And I will. But once I’m sure there’s truth in what I’ve been told,” Bruce shrugged, a brief hint of petulance in his tone making you grin.

Bruce Wayne also did not seem to change. Not completely.

You could never let a chance like that pass you by. Shifting yet again to sit up on your knees and face him, you dropped your voice a notch, giving it an appropriately seductive timbre:

“Good boy” before Bruce could react, you patted his head and dragged your fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands.

That was another key phrase of your relationship. The magical two words, if used correctly, gave you complete control over Bruce. As it turned out, the Wayne heir was incredibly susceptible to praise. You could never have too much fun with that knowledge.

You watched with growing satisfaction at how he shuddered, the two words already having an impact. Bruce blushed, and his eyes darkened almost imperceptibly. To anyone else, the reactions would have been difficult to discern from the poker face he had slipped back on. But it was much harder to fool you.

Bruce knew as much. He shrugged off your hand with unnecessary care and turned to glare at you. The twitching corner of his mouth was an easy giveaway.

“Careful there,” the warning in his voice was another trick taken straight from the toolbox.

You already knew what this was. The rules of the game were familiar by now. You did not have to fake the heat blooming in your face at the tone Bruce had implemented. All you had to do was give him your brightest smile and amp the innocent flicker in your eyes to fit the intent. That was always fun.

“Or what?” enjoying the way his eyes followed your every move, you placed your hand on his chest, pressing it flat against the fabric to feel the heartbeat, “You’re going to jump me?” as the question left your lips, your fingers begun tracing their path up the length of his thigh.

More often than not, that was how those precious nights between you began. With a ridiculous conversation and increasingly risky touch, getting rid of the remaining inhibitions. Not that there were many left.

You could see Bruce ponder the assumption, using the ball you had placed in his court. The decision was strictly up to him. You liked to remind him from time to time that you both could share the control equally. And that whatever he chose did not change anything for you. You were there for the long run.

“I’d love to” he reached out to brush the stray hair from your forehead, eyes showing hints of remorse that spoiled the answer before he gave it, “Not tonight though, sorry” it was impossible to miss the subtle wince on his face as Bruce shifted on the sofa.

That told you all you needed to know. Your hand stopped all its wandering, resting atop his thigh and tracing lazy circles over the black fabric. You knew that before you both went to bed, you would need to take out the ointments bought specifically for evenings like that and ask Bruce to take off his shirt. And it was alright. Fine, even. Because seeing Bruce Wayne shirtless was a perk of every kind of evening. Full stop.

Hoping the convey the feelings through the softness of your gaze, you allowed yourself one last joke. One final tease to satisfy the need and drag that shy smile out of its confines.

“You’ll pay for your crimes soon enough” Bruce let out a breathless laugh, and you felt like the luckiest being on the planet.

Yeah, you never saw this coming.

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It was well past 4 am when you finally turned off the ceiling lights in your bedroom and joined Bruce on the bed. Sometimes that part, the brief conversations whispered with your heads resting against the headboard, felt almost like the domestic future you never expected to have. Like the word, which began with an m and ended with an e. You were still too scared to say it out loud or even in the quiet of your mind.

Ignoring the thought now, you quietly settled against the pillows and turned to stare at Bruce. He looked as if he belonged there, nestled underneath your woollen quilt with his damp, dark hair falling in strands over his forehead. Your heart throbbed in your chest. It was almost too good to be true. Fearing another wave of feelings you could not control, you broke the silence with whatever sentence you could think of:

“You know there’s this gala Réal is hosting before Christmas…” admittedly, it was something you had wanted to bring up to Bruce.

It has been on your mind since the mayor’s announcement via press release weeks back. After the election and everything else that followed, she had taken decisive steps to fix the city. One of them was inviting the elites and the journalists to the charity gala this December. Although you were sceptical about the effects, the intents alone were admirable.

You knew Bruce had received an invite. But if that were not common knowledge, the myriad of emotions passing through his face at the reminder would have been the giveaway. You could easily discern discomfort, uncertainty, and fear among them. Without thinking about it, you took hold of his hand resting on the covers and squeezed it. That was a common way of assuring Bruce that you were there, of offering him comfort when he would not ask for it first. After what felt like hours of silence, Bruce let out a tortured sigh and replied:

“Yes, of course. It’s only every other day that Alfred reminds me I should show up” from that dejected tone alone, you could recognize that it was a touchy subject.

And that Bruce had already made up his mind about doing everything he could not to go. Unfortunately for him, with this case and with many others you were on Alfred’s side. You made a quick mental note to mention it to the butler the next time you saw him.

“Well, you should” as soon as you spoke, Bruce sent you a glare and let out another pained groan. His penchant for dramatics was something you never expected but was incredibly happy to discover, always making you laugh, “I know, I know, but… I mean, I’ll be there” once the bit of information was out, you winced. It was a stupid thing to add. While it was true, the fact was entirely unnecessary. For obvious reasons, “Obviously we can’t go together… which I don’t mind, by the way,” nervous laughter broke through the surface as you unconsciously moved away from Bruce and fixed your gaze on the swirling patterns of the duvet “I knew what I was getting myself into with you, so…”

And you did know. You never expected to ramble around Gotham’s public events holding onto Bruce’s arm. It was not even something you actively yearned for, finding the desired happiness and peace in those quiet private moments instead. It was another case of your mouth having a mind of its own and an incontrollable want to fill the gaps between reasonable sentences with bullshit. It was far from the first time that had happened.

Maybe that was why what Bruce said next did not surprise you but only made the pricks of conscience worse.

“I’m sorry” the apology was filled with enough sincerity to make your heart ache.

You knew that he meant it. In his eyes, something as silly as keeping your relationship secret was another way of letting you down. Of not being enough for you. It was another thing to nag him in the quiet of his mind when there were no distractions. You knew what that was like all too well. Before Bruce could drown in the spiral of his own making, you leaned in to cup his face and spoke:

“No, Bruce, I… I love you” the admission was an easy thing to say these days, falling from your lips like the tears you had once shed over it, “Nothing changes that. Plus, there’s an exciting potential in taking some time away from the other guests by perusing the bathroom” you wiggled your eyebrows comically, delighted to see him smile “It’s just a suggestion,”

It felt like a relief when Bruce grinned and gave you a forehead kiss.

“I’ll think about it. I promise” giving his hand another squeeze, you accepted the truce and made sure to meet his gaze. The tone Bruce used told you that was only just the beginning, “You’re not the only one who didn’t see this coming” slightly changing the grip on your hand, Bruce caressed your knuckles in broad, repetitive strokes.

The shyness in his eyes was familiar by now. Although, still, his openness could surprise you. Like just now. With an admission that he had no obligation to make yet seemed eager to anyway. You tightened the hold on his hand and asked:

“Yeah?” wincing at the wavering voice, you could hardly conceal the surprise in your gaze.

Because that was a line of conversation, you never expected him to follow. At least not tonight. But it did not make you any less curious, always happy to get another glimpse into the workings of Bruce’s mind and heart. Those were utterly precious. It was pointless to even think about getting rid of the gaping mouth and the dazed eyes.

Judging by Bruce’s smile, there was no need to try either.

“Yep,” he nodded and raised his arm in an invitation, soon followed by words, “Come here” you did not hesitate in scooting closer and letting Bruce pull you to rest with your back against his chest. You could feel him nosing along the tendons in your neck, voice slightly muffled yet still audible “You’re absolutely terrifying” you could picture his gleeful smile with your eyes closed.

The joy in his tone felt infectious. It was easy to say he meant it. That being called terrifying was one of the highest honours Bruce could bestow on you. You leant into the lingering kiss he pressed to the nape of your neck and breathed out the reply:

“That’s a new one, but I’ll take it” stringing together the words and ignoring the fire torched in your lower stomach from something as simple as his lips on your neck were too difficult a feat to achieve.

It became apparent as soon as you became aware of your breathless voice and heard Bruce’s low chuckle resonating through your body. It was a sound you came to like, very much. It meant he was finding you amusing and decidedly good enough. It was something to shove in the face of struggling self-confidence that could always try a little more.

“You’re terrifying because, with you, I can’t hide behind the cowl and pretend I don’t exist” the sincerity of the statement was enough to make your heart trip over itself in your chest.

Without thinking, you raised your clasped hands to your mouth and kissed his knuckles. A few days old scrapes scratched the skin of your lips. It felt real.

“Is that a good thing?” you had to ask, even if only to prolong the fragile moment.

Because no matter how much you enjoyed the loudest of nights and the blatant confessions, poignancy was something else entirely. Something you would always chase after if it stepped into your sights. Like just now.

“Yes, because you make me braver” Bruce did not hesitate, his grip around your waist tightening just a little bit as he continued, “I’m pretty sure you know this, but you’re the only person that gets to see me. The real Bruce Wayne as he’s supposed to be” you did know that which did not make the knowledge feel any less groundbreaking “It’s just that I know I’m not enough. For you-” it was once he started saying utter bullshit, that you had to interject.

That was not acceptable. Not on your watch. Gently peeling Bruce’s arms from your waist, you turned in his lap to straddle his hips and placed your hands on his shoulders. He did not expect that. You could tell as much from the hitch in his breathing and the widening eyes. Bruce still took it in his stride, steadying you with his arm around your shoulders, the other hand tracing invisible pathways along your thigh. You knew he was struck into silence, unable to do anything but wait on your next call. Something about the power you possessed over him was intoxicating if you did as much as stop and think about it.

Most days, you simply did not.

“You’re really dumb, but that’s okay” without hesitation, you cupped his cheek and carded your fingers through his unruly hair, smiling like an idiot. Because in the end, it was quite simple, you were astonished Bruce did not know it just yet. You waited for his blue eyes to meet yours and whispered, “You’re everything to me,”

It was an easy synonym to the familiar I love you, and to the less apparent I don’t want to imagine my life without you. It was the only way you could tell him the extent of his importance. The only way you could try to without dissolving into tears or doing something stupid like asking him to marry you. You did not think that would be quite the right time for it.

Bruce’s answering smile, softened by the persisting edges of disbelief, told you that you made the right call. He understood. As always. Unlike your very first kiss, you moved simultaneously, colliding somewhere in between with strangled gasps. Your tongues met in an electrizing touch, igniting the fire in your veins and making you fall against him with a whimper. Bruce swallowed the sound, his fingers buried into your hair as his tongue traced the sharper edges of your canines. As if he did not have the inside of your mouth memorized by now.

You could only step into the dance, letting him set the pace. His warmth overwhelmed your body as you kissed his lips with the hunger and thirst of a dying woman. Because that was the next best thing you could think of to show him you meant it. Because the pressure of his mouth against yours and the taste of his tongue sometimes were the only things that felt real. Real enough to make you believe hope could persist. That it had a place within your reality. With each kiss, each confession, and each day that passed with Bruce, hope slowly replaced the longing that used to fill your heart. You could only trust that one day it would be eradicated.

Your kiss stretched until it was nearly impossible to breathe. Then, and only then, you nipped at Bruce’s lower lip and softened the bite with the swipe of your tongue before parting. His eyes looked beautiful when nearly swallowed by the gaping black of his blown-out pupils. And it was all your doing. You always took pleasure in the seconds just after the kiss, the few ticks of the clock when Bruce had to forcibly shake himself awake from the spell you had put him under. You could see it in the slight shake of his head, clearing the daze in his eyes and the deep breath he took before even trying to speak.

You rested your forehead against his, the pounding heart slowing down. Until everything that was left was a pleasant hum of the passion coursing in your veins. There was no need to act on it, so you let yourself exist and bask in the warmth of Bruce’s body against yours. When he finally spoke, you were almost composed:

“See? Terrifying” happiness shone in his blue eyes as Bruce raised his hand to let his fingers trace the edges of your features.

It was impossible not to lean into his touch, greedily taking every ounce of tenderness Bruce would offer. He always took that additional second to brush the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, soothing the kiss-bruised skin. You could hardly stop the satisfied purr that rose in your throat.

Instead, you tried to focus on the sentiment. On how much it must have meant for Bruce to admit. Without needing to think about it too hard, you knew you understood the feeling. That the myriad of emotions swirling in your chest could be summarized with one response. One that Bruce would see through easily. One that would show him that you have this in common, too.

You leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek and whispered the reply:

“Quite right, too,” the unspoken meaning shone through the gaps between the vowels, highlighted by the slight waver of your voice.

When Bruce tipped your chin and met your gaze, you knew you made the right choice. Another ounce of hope replaced the longing. Another heavy sigh became unanchored and took flight within the safety of his eyes.

As the snow covered the city outside, you became aware of two things. 1) It was good to be seen if the gaze that pierced through your soul was kind. 2) Bruce Wayne could be many things, but above all that, he was yours. And that was enough.

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Firefighters as fathers with a child!reader.

Firefighters include: Evan Buckley, Howard Han "Chimney", and Bobby Nash.

Summary: The firefighters reaction to coming home to their child/the reader after a rough, saddening shift at work.

Please keep in mind: All character and reader interactions are purely platonic. There is NO romance. The reader is somewhere below the age of twelve and is portrayed as non-binary. These drabbles are meant to be platonic, fluffy and comforting.

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Bobby Nash

Bobby loved his job, but getting home to you was his favorite part of the day. The relief, joy and peace he felt when he got to embrace you in his arms after all the atrocities he faced at work made him feel whole. His guilt and his shame for his own past sins would mildly subside, and he thanked God with every fiber of his soul that he still had you.

The past forty-eight hours at work had been stressful and frustrating with not a lot of success. Everyone was quiet and emotional, especially Bobby who couldn't quite handle the loss of children as well as others. It broke his heart and made him hate himself for being unable to save their innocent lives.

When he got home, you came sprinting out of the living room, the sound of your cheerful, excited voice instantly enlightening his dark mood. "Daddy, daddy," You giggled, racing to him, "I missed you!"

Smiling warmly, Bobby set his bag down and knelt to scoop you into his arms, "Hey, sweetheart, I missed you too. How've you been?"

Soaking up his warmth and loving attention, you nuzzled into the long-missed safety of your father's chest and giggled, "I drew more pictures for you. Wanna see?"

Bobby kissed your cheek and said happily, "I'd love to. Why don't you go ahead and grab them for me, huh?"

"Ok, daddy, be right back," You cheerfully agreed, speeding off when he set you down.

With you temporarily out of sight, Bobby took the chance to drag himself over to his arm chair. Plopping down, he sighed heavily, rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. The stress, disappointment and guilt these past two days brought still sat upon his shoulders like a tortuous barbell.

On your way back from retrieving your pictures, you saw the way your father was sitting and the expression on his face, and you slowed in your movements. From past experience, you knew that your father did not always have the funnest job, and some times he would come home sad. Your nanny once told you that Bobby could not be everyone's hero all of the time. And that may be true, but...

You could be 'his' hero.

After over five minutes passed, Bobby lifted his head in concern and hollered, "(y/n)? Everything okay? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, daddy," And then you came running into the living room.

"Hey," Bobby chuckled at your enthusiasm as you ran up to him with a blanket, a plushie, and his favorite pillow. "What're you doing, sweetie? What's this?"

"You're sad," You stated, covering him with the blanket and placing the plushie in his lap, "So I'm gonna make you happy! Nanny is heating you up some soup, and I'm gonna go get you your pictures and your favorite soda- I know soda makes you happy, hehe! Be right back!"

"W-well- hey-" Bobby tried reaching out for you but you were too caught up in your own priorities. Priorities that revolved around him. At first he scolded himself for allowing his emotions to show, but then he clutched the blanket, his pillow and your plushie, and he couldn't help but to feel a sense of happiness, relief and gratitude.

He tried so hard to help everyone else. He tried not to ever ask for help himself. He couldn't always succeed in helping everyone. And sometimes he wanted help for himself... even though he didn't deserve it.

But here you were. You, his little, amazing, considerate, kind angel. His guiding light and soul reason to live. You were here and you cared about him and loved him even though he felt it wasn't what he deserved. It was something that put pressure in his chest and tears in his eyes.

Running back with a can of your father's favorite soda, you smile and hand it to him, "Here you go daddy. I made sure to grab the coldest one I could find and I-daddy?"

Before you could finish talking, Bobby set the can aside, leaned forward, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you sideways onto his lap. You hummed in confusion at first, but you were always happy to have cuddles so you happily accepted and leaned against the safety and warmth of his chest. "I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, baby," Bobby had to keep his voice from breaking as he held you tightly, his teary face slightly hidden against the top of your head, "I love you so much. You could never know how grateful I am to have you in my life."

Every time Bobby lost people on calls, he lost a piece of himself, but you gave those pieces back to him, and he loved you so much and he was so grateful for you, you just had no idea.

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Howard Han "Chimney"

He came home while you were still asleep, briefly conversing with your nanny before bidding them a good evening and some appreciation for their patience. Then he sauntered into the kitchen where he made himself a glass of water and cooked some low-effort food.

But he didn't eat the food.

No. Instead of eating, Chimney just sat there at the table, mindlessly staring into the abyss while thinking about their failed calls these past few days. Did a worthless failure like him even deserve to eat? Gosh, just thinking about the sad, stricken look of horror on those poor parents faces, it just...

"Daddy Chimney?"

Sniffing and rubbing a hand down his distressed face, Chimney quickly cleared his throat, turned around in his chair and smiled big in greeting, "Hey, little oven. What're you doing awake?"

You frowned at him while walking closer, your blanket held close as you mumbled, "Why are you crying?"

Chimney made a silly face, pretending to be shocked, "W-who? Me? I'm not crying."

"Yes you are," You frown even more.

The last thing Chimney wanted was to drag you down into the same sad pit as himself; that is why he tried his hardest to tease you and make you happy, "Hey, look, I'm not the one who's crying. You are. Don't think I can't see those fat crocodile tears running down your face. Geez, kinda rude of you to call me out like that, you know... Hypocrite."

You giggled at his teasing and made adorable whines of childish yet endearing irritation, "Daddy...."

Chimney smiled, the aching pressure in his chest subsiding a bit. Gosh, he had missed you. Getting to see your face and hear your adorable voice was like stepping into a comforting light. "Come here, oven," He smiled, lifting out his arms.

Setting down your blanket, you walked over and sat down in your father's lap, humming in content when he leaned down and gave you a playful eskimo kiss before kissing your forehead. You whimpered joyfully at his affection and hugged him tightly.

"Want some cold eggs and pancakes?" Chimney asked, "Though I think the pancakes have turned into a deliciously frozen mush by now. Might need a spoon to eat it if I'm being honest..."

"Yucky..." You grumbled at him.

Chimney chuckled and patted your head, but even though he was being affectionate and silly, you knew him well enough to know when he was sad. "Daddy Chimney, please tell me why you're sad," You look at him, pouting hopefully.

Chimney looked at you, observing the concerned, hopeful expression on your face and thinking about how sometimes it felt like no one knew him better than you. "I uh... I just had a rough couple days at work. That's all," He rubbed his lips together tightly, nodding stiffly, "What about you? You do anything fun this weekend?

"What happened?" You asked, twisting around in his lap to better see his face.

Chimney paused, stared at you and sighed. He didn't want to project his own burdens onto you- not in the slightest fashion, but you were always so determined to fish them out of him, and he felt guilty for denying you. But he would also feel guilty for telling you how he felt. When failures at work happened, everyone departed with a measly "we did the best we could", and usually they never spoke of it again.

Over the months, a lot gets bottled up. Guilt, sadness, fear, anxiety and hopelessness. Like right now, Chimney could not stop looking at you and imagining you in the same place the people they couldn't save had been. He could lose you so fast and so easily, and it terrified him. Not to mention how awful the victim's family must feel.

"I just... They were... There were just some people I couldn't save." He softly admitted, gazing away regretfully, "Yeah..."

This wasn't the first time your father had admitted to losing people on the job. Bobby and Hen had explained to you how not every person in the world can be saved. Sometimes outcomes are unavoidable. Trying their best is all that they could do.

Gazing around in thought, you shuffle forward and wrap your small arms around his shoulders in a warm hug, "Thank you."

Chimney twitched a little, confused as he hugged you back, "For what?"

"For trying to help those people," You explain, "They can't be here to thank you anymore, so I'll thank you for them. Thank you, daddy Chimney."

Immediately Chimney's eyes watered and his heart throbbed. His arms around you tightened and his lips wobbled. He sniffed and shook his head, unbelievably grateful that you were his child, "Ugh-gu-gu. There you go again with those crocodile tears. Man, you really gotta slow down with those. I'm drowning over here."

"It's okay to cry, daddy," You giggle, still hugging him.

And finally, Chimney relaxed. "Yeah," He sniffled again, bowing his head, "It is."

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Evan Buckley

It was late at night when Buck finally made it home. He was exhausted and yet far from being clear-headed enough to go to sleep. Thousands of thoughts plagued his mind while sadness, guilt, and regret pulsed through his body. He was anxious and ashamed and haunted by his latest shift's failures.

After politely sending your nanny home, Buck quietly wandered into your room and gazed upon your peacefully snoozing figure. Relief from your assured safety engulfed him and had him sighing softly. Seeing you after such a difficult shift was a sight for traumatized eyes.

Unable to avoid the protective urges inside him, Buck walked further into your room and carefully sat down on the edge of your bed. You were in your pajamas, wrapped up in a blanket and snuggling your pillow. It had Buck smiling with loving endearment. You were so precious.

Reaching out a hand, Buck gently caressed your face, delicately moving loose stands of hair out of the way and brushing your warm cheek. "Mm?" You stirred at this, however, but Buck had been anticipating your awakening, "Daddy?"

"Hey monkey," Buck said almost shakily for he was still emotional from his shift, "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to wake you, I just... I just really wanted to see you is all."

"Oh," You yawn cutely, stretching your arms out before lifting them up, "Hi daddy."

"Hi baby," Buck encompassed you in his big, incredibly safe arms, and he inhaled your comforting scent when you hugged him back, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, daddy," You mumble tiredly, feeling cozy enough in his embrace to easily be lulled back to sleep.

But, as childish and immature as it may seem, Buck couldn't stand to be by himself right now- not while he felt like this. He needed you. "Hey," He smiled cheesily, "I was thinking... Why don't you and I go out and get some ice-cream?"

"Hm?" That peaked your interest, and you leaned back to blink at him in confusion, "But... All the ice-cream places are closed..."

"W-well, they... There's gas stations," Buck shrugged, chuckling a bit, "And gas stations have lots of ice-cream. At least I think they do, ha... Do they?"

You yawned again and nodded, "Ok, daddy."

Feeling slightly guilty for waking you up, Buck reached out, scooped his arms around you and hauled you against his hip, "There. Ready?"

Holding onto his neck, you nod and go to rest your head against his chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat as he carried you through the house and out to the car. He was so warm and cozy and safe.

Buck drove you to a nearby gas station, carried you inside, picked out some frozen desert and took you for a drive down old roads. You had woken up just enough to enjoy your ice-cream before nodding back off in the backseat. It was then that he went back home and carried you inside.

Instead of carrying you to your room though, Buck carried you to his room. He couldn't help it. His feelings and anxiety were driving him insane and he needed to know with utmost assurance that you were safe. So he laid you down on his bed, tucked you in, and went to the restroom to change in his own pajamas.

By the time he went back, you were sitting up in bed blinking groggily at him, "Daddy?"

"What's up, monkey?" He asked, sitting down in the spot next to you.

"You can't sleep?" You ask in a very adorable yet concerned tone.

Welp, Buck knew he was bound to get caught. This was kind of a bad habit he had; like a child who needed a toy to sleep with for safety- only this way it you he was trying to keep safe. By now you had experienced loads of his breakdowns, and that normally included late-night snacks, games, movies, and/or drives that ended with you sleeping in his arms.

Come to find out, it was a habit Buck started because he was scared.

"Uh..." Buck took in a deep breath, "Yeah- well- no-I... I can sleep, I just... I just really wanted some ice-cream... a-and a roommate, ha."

Crawling over to your father, you snuggle against his side and look up at him, "What happened?"

Buck held one arm around you, his heart clenching at the thought of you being in the same place as the kids that they had lost yesterday. Tears pricked at his eyes, his throat swelled and his body stiffened. "I'm- I just... I'm just so grateful that you're here, (y/n)."

"Huh? But I'm always here, daddy," You say, smiling, "So everything's okay. You don't have to be sad. Please don't be sad.

Buck briskly wiped his eyes and nodded, his smile crooked but grateful, "You're right. I love you so much, monkey."

Brightened by his positive response, you hugged him back and whimpered happily, "I love you too, daddy."

Buck held you long after you fell back asleep, simply needing you close so that he knew that you were alive, safe, healthy and happy. He loved you so much that the thought of losing you made sleeping during some nights to difficult to face alone.

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ageofbajabule · 1 year

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Dawn of Love | Chapter 1

Josh Kiszka x F! Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Fluff, Anxiety talk?, (i don’t think i’m truly missing anything. if i am please let me aware!)

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Author’s Note: (18+ themes further on in the series) This series is going to be my baby, my pride and joy. I’ve been putting so much time and thought into this, and I truly do hope you all enjoy it and what I have planned. Please understand no themes relating to 18+ will take place until Josh and Reader are of consenting legal age in the series. Other than that, I do hope you enjoy this series.

October 2013

You had moved around different school districts thanks to your father being in the military… But this move was the final one. He had retired from the Air Force and decided to move to a small town. Known by the name Frankenmuth. It was a Bavarian town, everyone knew everyone and everyone was friendly.

Fitting in wasn’t typically hard, but being a new student in school also put you in the spotlight. You never really made the time to make actual friends considering the situation you grew up in being a military family. So this time around, you had to make the effort to find friends. All day you had the boring classes of general studies. But the class you couldn’t wait for was poetry - something about poetry just spoke to you, it always gave you the feeling of a welcoming home.

It wasn’t always just poetry that caught your eye, film and theatre also held a special place in your heart.

Something about the way Shakespeare wrote always called out to you - specifically Macbeth.

The bell rang indicating your Math class had finally ended. And your last class of the day was Poetry. Making your way there, you had entered the classroom. It was a smaller class, giving it an elective course. There was about 9 other people, you sat near the front of the classroom. The first bell had rang, the teacher waited for any last minute students. And sure enough a boy with shoulder length wavy hair cane sprinting in.

“Sorry! I got stuck in a little traffic jam there in the hallway.” The brunette boy laughed,

“Mr.Kiszka… This isn’t anything new. You need to do better on being on time.”

Mr.Zawalski motioned for him to join the class. He ended up sitting at the desk beside you.

“Last week we finished up our readings from Emily Dickinson, we will be starting with Edgar Allen Poe today. I’m sure most of you are well aware of his work, he had a very different approach than most poets.” Mr.Zawalski spoke as he started parading around the classroom. Everything about Poe, he wasn’t typically your style, but you had grown to like his work.

“He’s kind of a bore… I wish he was a bit more enthusiastic when teaching.”

The brunette boy had leaned over to whisper to you, chuckling as he saw you jump at the sound of his voice, making you giggle softly.

“He has a very monotone voice… Makes me want to fall asleep.” You shifted your body so more of you turned to face the stranger beside you.

“I’m sorry. Let me introduce myself, I’m Joshua Kiszka. But you can call me Josh. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N.” You smiled at him softly.

“Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Are you new here?” Then you heard Mr.Zawalski clear his throat, “Mr.Kiszka this isn’t time for mingling. Would you care to enlighten the classroom on what Poe’s poems were inspired by?”

Josh’s cheeks turned a shade of pink, then turned towards the teacher. “His own childhood trauma. At least that’s what most researchers have gathered.”

Seeming to be satisfied with Josh’s answer, Mr. Zawalski nodded and proceeded to carry on with his lecture - leading you and Josh to giggle quietly.

Before the end of class, Mr.Zawalski had announced there would be a project. And you had to pair up with somebody. Being you had been a new student and the only person you really clicked with was Josh, it was obvious who your partner would be.

“Well I guess we’ll be partners then?” He turned towards you,

“If you’re okay with that?” You smiled softly.

“Of course. Here is my number so we can start working on it.” He smiled taking your phone to type his credentials in, you sent him a text right away for him to save your information. “I’m free whenever. Except for this Wednesday night, I have theater tryouts.”

“I’ll be there too!” You smiled at him.

He chuckled softly, your smile turned wider. “Oh really? That’s great.”

You felt a blush creep onto your face.

“So what part are you trying for?” The bell then interrupted your conversation, “Guess you’ll have to find out at tryouts.” He smirked, getting up.

“That is a whole two days away!” You groaned getting up from your desk.

“I’ll tell you what, come over tonight so we can start working on this project. And maybe I’ll run a few lines to give you a hint at what part.” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Fine. You better stick to your word.” You giggled softly, walking towards your locker.

“You can come over around 5, join my family and I for dinner. My mom always makes enough to practically feed the neighborhood.” Josh spoke as he followed behind you, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke.

“Sure, as long as she doesn’t mind.” He shook his head, “She’ll be thrilled.” He smiled, then he was being pulled by a brunette guy who looked similar to him. But his hair was like a Justin Bieber style cut.

“Josh, we’re gonna be late for band practice.”

“Jeez, Jake I would’ve been right out!” Josh shouted, you looked between the two of them confused. “Sorry Y/N. This is my brother Jake.”

He smiled at you, “Twin brother actually.” Jake chimed in,

“But I’m older by 5 minutes!”

“Will you ever live that down?”

You giggled softly at them bickering. “It was great to meet you, but I don’t want to keep y’all from band practice. I didn’t know you were in the school band.” You smiled softly.

“No. Not a band for school, we have an actual band. We’re just getting started still…” Jake shook his head as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh. I’m sorry… Well, have fun, and I’ll see you later.” You flashed a smile before leaving the two of them to go on with their business.

➳

You had luckily gotten your license recently before moving to Michigan and asked to use your mom’s car to drive over to Josh’s house to work on your project tonight.

The drive wasn’t too far from where you lived, in fact you only live a couple blocks from each other. You could’ve probably walked. When arriving you parked on the street out front of their house, making way to the front door. You knocked softly, hearing some yelling behind the door - a girl who looked close in age to you answered the door.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Is Josh here? I’m here to work on a school project with him.” You spoke offering a small smile.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Veronica but I go by Ronnie. I’m his younger and only sister, he is actually finishing up practice with the guys. You can come in.” She motioned for you to come in.

“If you want, we can go out to the garage. That’s where they practice.”

You smiled, “Sure, why not.”

Ronnie nodded and took you out with her to the garage. As you walked in the guys were in the midst of a song, Josh was singing, Jake was playing guitar and there were two other boys. One looked similar to Jake, assuming it was another sibling of theirs. He was playing bass, and the other was playing drums. Ronnie and you had sat on the couch in front of them.

They sounded really good, for being so young. Josh had finally noticed you as a blush crept on his cheeks, he averted towards Jake as they finished up the song, and concluded their practice.

“That was better than the last run. We’ll resume back to this tomorrow.” Jake directed to them, “Sam, we got to tune that better. And Danny, we’ll have to try and rig the snare.”

They all nodded, making way to head into the house.

“I didn’t expect you to come out here.” Josh had chuckled softly.

“Ronnie asked if I wanted to. And figured why not.” You smiled softly, “So how many of you are there?” You whispered to him - in hopes that his siblings wouldn’t hear.

“There are four of us. Jake and I are the oldest, Ronnie is the middle and Sam is the youngest. And Danny, he's Sam’s best friend. But we consider him a brother, he’s been around for so long.” He smiled, a dimple peeking out.

“Dinner is probably ready, we should head in before my mother starts calling.” He chuckled softly, you followed behind him into the house. He led you to the dining room, it was big enough for everyone that was present. Once you stepped foot in, all eyes were on the two of you.

“Mom and Dad this is Y/N. She is new to our school, and my partner for our class project. But also a new friend.” He smiled at you.

“Oh it’s nice to meet you dear! It’s always great to meet one of Josh’s friends.” She beamed with excitement, “Please sit anywhere you’d like. I made grilled cheese and a family recipe of tomato soup.”

She motioned for you to sit. Josh pulled a chair out for you, that was next to Jake, and you sat down as Josh sat in the seat next to you.

➳

Everyone had eaten, and once your bellies were full to content. You and Josh had decided to head to his and Jake’s shared room to work on the project. Both sides were different from one another, Josh having anything film related where Jake had music related posters.

“Jake and I are forced to share a room, while Ronnie and Sam get the luxury of having their own rooms.” He chuckled softly motioning for you to sit on his bed as he sat on a chair from his desk.

“It’s okay, my sister and I were forced to share a room when we lived in Oregon.” You giggled softly remembering the tiny two bedroom house your parents had gotten when your father was stationed on a mission again.

“Oregon? How did you end up all the way here?” Josh chuckled softly.

“My dad was in the military. We moved around quite a lot.” You responded nonchalantly.

“Oh wow. So you’re settled here in Frankenmuth, Michigan?”

“It's a cute town.” You giggled softly.

“We’re really known for Christmas. Whole town goes overboard with all of it, really. But it is nice. I do enjoy Christmas here.” He rubbed his hands together.

“So where are you originally from?” He questioned you.

“Florida.” You said flatly.

Honestly, you didn’t miss it - especially given the fact you had lived close to Orlando for quite some time, you hated the tourists all year round for the 9 years you lived there.

“Sunshine state… Hm. I think I’ll nickname you Sunshine. How does that sound?” He chuckled softly, a blush crept on your face.

“Sure…”

“Now, what role are you trying for Mr.Kiszka?” You impersonated Mr.Kiwalski’s voice. Earning a chuckle from Josh he shook his towards you.

“Don’t laugh.” He chuckled, “But I’m going for Wonka.”

You smiled at him softly, “I think you’ll fit perfectly…you have the characteristics for it.” You giggled softly.

“And how about you?”

“Veruka.” You giggled, sitting up straight.

“Well I guess we’ll just wait and see.”

December 2013

Ever since that poetry class, you and Josh had been inseparable. You finished your project earning an easy A on it. And then got the roles you had both wanted for the Willy Wonka play. Josh had been working on a film script for the last couple weeks, having you help assist him with it.

“You know you are quite the genius Sunshine.” Josh smiled at you, you smiled back. “I’m just doing what I can! I told you I’ll help film, and help with costumes as well.”

You finished writing in your journal with all of the plans for Josh’s film that was coming up early next month.

“Do you think it’s silly?” He scratched the back of his head.

“No, not at all. I think it’s going to be brilliant. You have a very creative mind Josh. You need to stop doubting yourself.” You replied, shaking your head to give more reinforcement to your words.

“It’s just I care a lot about film, and this band stuff with Jake sometimes can be a lot…” He sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Josh… Jake has told you that he would help in any way.” You sat next to him.

“Yeah, but this is his dream… He’s always wanted to be a rockstar. And I want that for him. Me, I'm just a silly old film guy.” He chuckled as you nudged him softly.

“Aaand he would want the same for you. Don’t beat yourself up. This film is going to be amazing. Now come on, we have a Christmas party to attend.” You stood up, putting your hand out for him to join.

Once he took your hand in his, it felt like electricity had gone through you. During the short time you’ve known Josh. You’ve grown to like him more than just a friend…

He stood up from his bed, dropping your hand from his slowly.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks Y/N…” He smiled softly.

“Of course Josh, that’s what friends are for.” You smiled mentally slapping yourself. You wish you could tell him how you felt. But you also didn’t want to freak him out.

The two of you made way to the basement where the party was being held, Jake smiled and walked over to you giving you a tight hug. With how close you got to Josh, you got close to his twin as well.

“About time you two showed up. Was starting to think you were sucking face.”

Josh gave him a glare as his cheeks turned to a crimson. You blushed, staring at your feet. “No, we were just working on the last touches of the film Jacob.”

“Sorry…” He gave Josh an apologetic look, they had some sort of twin telepathy way of communicating. You just went with the flow of it all. Josh ventured off to some other film friends that you would eventually join.

“Hey I really didn’t mean to embarrass you guys…” Jake had spoken to you quietly.

“It’s okay Jake, really…” You fiddled with your hands.

“No, no it's not… Has Josh said anything to you lately?” You gave him a questioning look.

“Said what?” You grabbed a can of pop.

“Forget it…” Jake went to turn, you grabbed his arm.

“Jacob.”

“You can’t say anything.” Jake mumbled as he turned to face you.

You gave him a look, “Cross my heart and hope to die.” You giggled doing the little promise. He pulled you aside.

“Josh really likes you… But he’s just too afraid to admit it.” He said quietly to you, only audible for you to understand. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“R-really…” You looked up at him.

“Yeah. Why do you think he’s been up your ass so much lately.” He chuckled softly, “But you didn’t hear this from me.” He gave you a stern look.

“Jake, I won’t say a word. Besides… He hasn’t even made a move…” You looked over at Josh watching him talk with your other friends.

“Give it time… He doesn’t really know how to go about these things. He might need a little push, but. He’ll do it.” He patted your back softly.

“Thanks Jake…” You smiled and walked over to your friends and talked about the plans for the new year.

January 2014

“Josh, how the hell did you book a hotel room for the weekend for this film? Don’t we have to be at least 21 to book?” You shot a glare as you settled your bags into the room.

“Sunny, you underestimate my skills… Have I taught you nothing.” He sighs, acting like he’s been hurt. “Okay. Maybe I did, but just a tiny bit.”

You giggled softly setting up your equipment - while Jake came into the room with the rest of their friends.

“Okay, so I totally did not cause a scene in the lobby…” He said nervously.

“Jacob, I swear if we get kicked out of this damn hotel before we even shoot anything. I’m kicking your ass.”

“Some idiot tried fucking with our equipment, what else was I suppose to do.” He defended himself, causing the two of them to bicker.

“Alright! It just better not result in anything bad…”

The remainder of the evening you had set the room up for the liking of how you were filming this short film that Josh had in mind. Jake was one of the main roles, along with their friend Grace. Filming was going great, you had everything pretty much under control so Josh could focus on filming and getting the right angles while you adjusted lighting, make up and props.

After a couple hours of shooting Josh figured it was time to call it a night. You had helped clean up the room while Jake and Grace had finished up their last shots, and proceeded to help clean as well. Josh had already started editing the clips from tonight, and said that we would pick it back up tomorrow.

The twins ended up sharing a bed, while you and Grace had shared the other. It's not like you and Josh haven’t slept by one another before. You had passed out on the pull out sofa bed in their basement a few times when you’d stay over late working on a project. But Jake didn’t want to make Grace uncomfortable.

➳

The next day filming had picked up, but Jake was in a mood as he was tired of filming the same scene for the past hour.

“Well Jacob if you’d actually put effort into it. We wouldn’t have to keep shooting this take!” Josh threw his hands up in frustration.

“How about we take a lunch break!” You suggested taking your headphones off.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” Jake huffed grabbing his things, “You want to hit that Sub shop Grace?”

She nodded in agreement following Jake, leaving you and Josh to yourselves. Josh had put some things away grabbing a microwave.

“Joshua, what are you doing with the damn microwave?” You crossed your arms staring at him.

“I want to make stir fry. And I’m not trying to burn the room down, so to the hallway we go!” He made his way to the door, but he could open it considering his hands were full. So you opened the door, following behind him with your camera and other supplies.

Deciding to sprint to be in front of him, you took a picture of him with the microwave. “You’re something else Kiszka.” You giggled, getting to the end of the hallway. He plugged the microwave into the outlet, preparing the meal he had planned.

“Is this even going to be any good?” You gave him a concerning look.

“You have to live on the edge, a little mama.” He chuckled, mixing it together and placing it into the microwave, turning it on and setting it to whatever time and power he had it set as.

“Sir, what are you doing?” One of the maids had questioned him.

“Just making a five star meal. Care for some?” He smiled.

“You can’t do that out here. Why is it even out of the room?” She had questioned him, with her arms crossed.

“What do you mean? It was already out here.” He played a great character.

“Sir, I can assure you that is the room microwave you need to put it back in its rightful place. Or I will have to report you to the hotel staff.” She huffed watching him.

“It’s almost done cooking. It’ll be out of the way shortly.” Josh replied, smirking.

“I suggest you take it back now.” She then started to walk away to clean a room. Josh sat there letting it continue to cook.

“Josh, she seemed pretty serious.” You looked at him with worry.

“Sunshine, you need to liven it up!” He chuckled softly, as the microwave went off he unplugged it and walked back to the room with it.

“You Kiszka’s sure have a way…” You giggled softly, sitting on the bed.

“I can’t tell if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing.” He chuckled softly sitting beside you with his plate, taking a bite he spit it out quickly. “Oh that is mortifying.” He made a gagging face.

“Not so bright Joshy…” You giggled softly.

“Come on, let’s go get some real stir fry.” You patted his back, he nodded, throwing out his creation.

➳

The two of you found a local Japanese restaurant not too far from the hotel. Taking in on dining there, you let Jake and Grace know where the two of you went in case they came back earlier than you two.

“So, the Valentine’s dance is coming up.” Josh had said nervously.

“Yeah, have you asked any special girl?” You smiled softly, taking a sip of your water.

“No, not yet…” He put his head down, like he was ashamed.

“It’s okay Josh, you don’t have to show up with a date. You can just go with friends.” You smiled softly at him.

“Uh actually. Y/N, I was wondering if maybe you would be my date for the Valentine’s dance.” He looked up at you nervously with flushed cheeks.

“You want me to be your date?” You smiled as your cheeks became a tinted pink.

He nodded, smiling softly, ��Yeah. I’d really like it if you would?”

“Yeah, I’ll be your date…” You trailed off with a smile, giving him a small reassuring nod.

He smiled, chuckling softly, “I thought I was gonna walk out of here like a sore loser if you said no.”

“I would never say no to you Josh…”

February 2014

It was Friday, school was a complete drag the past week. They had a spirit week in honor of the Valentine’s dance tonight. Ever since Josh had asked you to be his date, the two of you had been inseparable. You had been working on the last touches of the short film you worked on together. It was nearing completion but Josh decided that the two of you should take this week off from editing, since the dance was taking up a majority of the time.

You had joined the student council prior to Christmas break, and helped the council decorate and plan the dance. It was senior year after all, you had to make some memories while living the last of your childhood. Josh knew how much it meant to you to partake in this, since you were never able to do much like this before.

You had been getting ready at home, finishing the last touches of your hair and makeup. You kept your makeup rather simple, not doing too much of a glam look, and your hair had some loose curls.

You went to your closet pulling your dress off from the hanger, it was an indigo dress that rested against your knees and had some slight rhinestone embellishments on the edges of the dress. You slipped it on looking at yourself in the mirror, content with your look you put your heels on and grabbed your small satchel heading downstairs.

Josh was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for you with your parents and sister.

“You look absolutely stunning.” Your mom beamed.

“You look amazing, sweetie.” Your dad chimed in, agreeing with your mother.

Your sister smiled, clapping her hands together. She opted on staying home instead of going to the dance tonight. She was in the same grade as Sam and Danny and you have tried multiple times to get her to hang out with them.

“You look beautiful, Sunshine.” Josh came in front of you holding a beautiful white rose assortment corsage, with a boutineer to go with it.

You smiled softly in response.

“You look dashing.”

Your mom smiled coming over to aid the two of you with putting his boutineer on. Then Josh slipped your corsage onto your wrist.

“Okay! In front of the fireplace, we have to get pictures of you two.” Your mom beamed, as your father ushered you into the living room. Josh and yourself stood in front of the fireplace, as he placed his hand on the small of your back you felt butterflies in your stomach placing your arm around his back. You both posed and smiled for the millions of pictures your mother insisted on taking. Then took a couple with your parents.

“Guys it's not even prom, it's just a regular dance!” You giggled softly after taking enough pictures.

“Yes you’re right dear, but it’s your senior year!” Your mom beamed at you.

“We should really get going, otherwise we’ll be late…” You looked at the time.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’m late to a function!” Josh chuckled softly, you giggled in agreement.

“Yeah, but I think for once you should be on time.” You smirked and started to head to the door with him.

Before leaving your father gave Josh a whole spiel on his rules and when to have you home by. Typical dad move, but he just wanted to be in good hands.

“Dad, he’s a good guy. Besides I think Mrs.Kiszka would be on him if he didn’t abide by your rules.” You giggled softly as Josh nodded.

“Yeah, my mom would have my butt canned.”

The two of you then left your house, he opened the passenger side to his car letting you get in before he closed it getting to his side. Once you buckle your seatbelt he had gotten into the car buckling himself in the driving over.

After arriving, Josh had parked next to Jake’s car. Jake had gotten out and let his date out of the passenger side. He had asked Valerie to be his date, she was more than thrilled when he had asked her. Valerie was this sweet junior who was a part of the cheerleading squad and Jake was absolutely crushing on her.

“You guys look amazing!” You smiled at them, hugging Jake and then Val.

“You guys look great too!” Jake beamed.

“Well we should head in, it’s freezing out here.” Josh had motioned for everyone to make their way, as he kept his hand on the small of your back.

Once you entered the high school gymnasium there was a photo station off to the left, then a table for water and punch.

“Do you want some punch?” Josh looked over at you.

“Yeah, I’d like some.” You smiled.

“Grab a table and I’ll meet you there.” He wandered off to the refreshment table as you made way to a small table in the corner. Jake and Val had already ventured to the dance floor, making the most of their night.

Josh had returned with two cups of punch, setting yours down in front of you on the table, he smiled softly at you.

“My lady.” He chuckled softly, sliding into the chair beside you.

“Well thank you kind sir.” You giggled softly, taking a sip of the punch.

“You guys did really well with planning all of this.” He smiled, taking a sip of his punch.

“Thank you, I was nervous they weren’t going to like my ideas…” You slouched a bit - suddenly feeling a wave of nervousness hit you.

“Are you kidding! Sunny you are brilliant. Who wouldn’t like your ideas?” He smiled softly at you, you returned a smile as your cheeks flushed.

After conversing for a bit, the two of you decided to hit the dance floor joining Jake and Val. You guys had danced the night away, laughing and acting like complete idiots. But it’s all you ever wanted at this moment.

The DJ then turned things slow for a remainder of the evening starting off with All of Me by John Legend. Josh had you pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Smiling softly at him, you giggled to yourself softly.

“What is it, Sunshine?” He chuckled softly, catching your giggle.

“Nothing…” You blushed, placing your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as the two of you swayed.

“Your heart is beating rather fast Josh…”

You giggled and turned to look up at him, he then moved his one hand to caress your face.

“Y/N…”

You looked at his face, he licked his lips nervously.

“Yeah Josh…”

He studied your face, before zoning in closer he then pressed his soft plush lips against yours.

‘Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you’

You were taken by surprise, but immediately kissed him back softly letting your lips move in sync. Soaking in this moment together. After a moment the two of you pulled away, smiling while giggling at each other.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” He shook his head, sighing softly.

“I think you should do it again.” You smiled brightly at him - he then captured your lips once more with his, giving a few little pecks before detaching his lips from yours.

“Y/N… I. Well, what I’m trying to ask.”

“Yes, Josh. I’ll be your girlfriend.” You giggled softly, rubbing his arm to soothe his nerves.

to be continued

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roseyposeylemonsquozey · 4 months

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sunshine

non idol!shotaro x fem!reader • fluff • best friends to lovers

warnings: this is my first fic so brace yourself, just some kisses.

a/n: feel free to send feedback, I procrastinated this a lot bc tumblr decided to not let me save like half of it and I had to restart 😭. I love sunshine by skz so was inspired to write about this sunny boy after listening.

osaki shotaro has been your best friend since your mothers introduced you two in diapers. he's still your happy, bright companion from toddlerhood. your taro, supplying your favourite snacks from the times of juice boxes to post-dancing ramen. the one constant rock in your life. the two of you have a set of clothes at each other's houses, buy things that remind you of one another, compete in the same dance team, notice small habits only a lover would realise. neither of you know the feelings you harbour for each other, and it’s painful.

pausing the generic rap music your teacher assigned for your hip hop duo, you turn to him with mochi filled cheeks. you're sitting on the floor of the studio, having a snack break. 10-year-old you gently points to the corner of your eye as he laughs at some long-forgotten dad joke you made. "taro, did you know that when you smile your eyes smile too?" the quietly comforting atmosphere is bubbling with innocence and joy. as you mimic his expression with a scrunched up face, he giggles even more and you smile too. "look, they did it again! they kind of- kind of light up! like they're getting bigger even though they're getting smaller." he tilts his head at your specific realisation. "really? do you think it's cool?" turning to the mirror, he begins smiling and fixating on his eye shape. "I love it! your smile is like sunshine." he stops and looks down, flustered. that's all he needs to know. now he smiles at everything you do.

"ugh, today sucks!" you exclaim, walking home from high school with shotaro. he hums understandingly as you kick a rock and asks you to elaborate. it's sweltering, and he's offering his water bottle every minute. "I argue with my dad this morning, then jiwook has something enlightening to say about my body, I get a low score in science and the one time I get to talk to you I'm upset." his heart pangs at your recount. shotaro’s conflicted by the way he's so affected by a slight change in your mood. you’re his best friend. he almost comes to the conclusion he's hurt by the way your sparkling eyes look worn down because he stares at you more than he'd like to admit. but he's too distracted by something you said.

"what did jiwook say?" he flinches sheepishly, knowing that shouldn't be his immediate reaction. "is that all, osaki?" it gets quiet. you continue. "s-sorry, i'm just on edge. um, he said something about me being an eyesore and no one liking me, i guess. why?" you reply nonchalantly. now he's angry, and he doesn't know how to react without it screaming i'm in love with you. he frowns. "don't listen to him. everyone loves you and you're so beautiful and amazing! my day gets better just when I see you! I wish I could make your day better. gosh, how could he say that about you?" he begins rambling, and you have to cut his usually composed self off by leaning into his side. alarm bells ring in your head and a cacophony of fireworks go off in shotaro’s. you start to realise he's coming off as more than a friend - he might like you too. as the conversation returns to normalcy, the burning sun pulls you away from that wild fantasy. "thanks taro. i'm so lucky to have you in my life."

growing silent, he pulls you into an embrace, stomach blossoming into a flurry of unspoken love. suddenly you've reached your house and you're hugging goodbye. it's just the two of you. he smiles contentedly into your hair until the sun starts to get to you and the world closes in. "you're the only sunshine i need." you mumble into his chest before pulling away and ruffling his hair, walking up to your front door for what feels like forever. "bye! love you!" you holler and he returns it faintly. he wishes it wasn't platonic, beginning to move away defeatedly. little does he know as you shut the door, your head falls and you let out a longing sigh.

"yah. did you hear me?" he nudges, resting his head on yours from behind playfully. you're staring at the dance studio mirror, lost in thought. moonlight spills into the dark lit room from overhead windows, outside it's quiet at this hour. "I called your name like, 3 times." head moving faster than your eyes, you spin around to see your smiley best friend also on his practise break. you're staying late together to perfect routines and have fun freestyling. really, though, it's just to have each other to yourselves while your team is gone. "huh? oh, yeah, what is it sunny boy?" he momentarily freezes, caught off guard at the nickname. god he loves your sleepy tone. he's lucky his endearing smile conceals it all. "wake up! I wanna show you a new choreo i learnt in LA last month!" you nod, immediately dropping crossed legged. shotaro loves the way he always has your undivided attention. you each steal glances at each other through the mirror as he walks to turn on 'siren', and you hype him up with all of your remaining energy. you would've caught the blush on his cheeks if he hadn't began executing the moves with such finesse, power and flow.

your eyes lock for the entire routine. growing shy from the tangible tension in the room, the music abruptly ends with the signature scratch, saving you as your cue to shower him with praise. you clap for eons. his immovable smile is widened by your vocal admiration and he bows like it’s his life duty to thank you. after his name leaves your lips for the nth time, you start to calm down. playfully whistling, you suddenly acknowledge anyone from an outside perspective would recognise you’re blindly in love with him. all he can think about is your appreciation. he joins you on the floor, you pull him into your front and his head finds solace in your lap straight away. should i tell her? echoes through his mind. you fiddle with his hair nervously. sparks fizzle between your bodies, years of want climaxing in a cliche full circle moment.

shotaro finally mumbles your name. “hmm?” you respond, making eye contact. he smiles up at you. rehearsing his big speech inside his head and running through all possible outcomes, he bites the bullet.

“I like you, like beyond friendship. I think I have for a while now. please don't say this changes us, you’re everything to me. I-I just needed to get this off my chest because I live to make you happy and can't keep lying to you."

you sit in shock. the dim lighting of the room amplifies all of your emotions at his confession, and the lower your jaw falls the lower his heart does. time stops in the room and you feel like you're floating. "wow." you breathe. "what is it?" he urges, cheeks already heating up. "I, uh, yeah. me too. I love you too, forever. just can't believe what's happening right now." you giggle. "who knew the flurry of sunshine had some poetic potential?" he tries his best frowny glare but fails, and instead opts for his trademark smile that you adore so much.

sitting up, he gazes at the crescent moon, entranced. you're gazing at his face as his arm absentmindedly snakes around your waist. your eyes quickly find his lips. you're both caught up in how your entire relationship is changed and it's electric. "taro, can I-" you begin, not realising he's thinking the same thing as his eyes have found your lips long ago. his glimmering eyes meet yours and you kiss.

it's a slow, uncertain clash that quickly deepens as you melt into each other. he pulls away and smirks before kissing you again with more passion. your lips dance, hands finding his neck and it seems like eternity in this state would be bliss. but eventually you're pulled back into your senses and your lips part. "i love you" is exchanged at the same time immediately and laughs erupt throughout the room at the sickeningly sweet moment. sighing, you lay down next to each other. "y'know, you're like the moonlight, and i'm like sunshine. yin and yang." he remarks, only ever revealing his sincere side to you. "here comes shakespeare..." you dig. "yah! I wanna be sentimental!" you kiss him again before he can defend himself further. "here's something sentimental. be my boyfriend." shotaro's never smiled harder.

#shotaro #shotaro x reader #riize x reader #riize #shotaro imagines #riize imagines #shotaro fluff #my first fic omg omg omg #best friends to lovers #my rose !

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Wild-flower [Astarion]

Chapter 1 - Little Flower

Summary: “Once upon a time, you would have led me to that crypt—and not some pretty clearing in the forest.” His brows knitted with guilt. The laugh lines she's grown to love fall into a frown. “For what it’s worth. I thank the gods every night that they didn’t let me have you.” - Jessamine’s too trusting. If wild, blind naivety was a race, she would win it. Astarion’s a close second, only because he can’t help but follow her. A/N This is the start of a multi-chaptered fluff fest I've been mapping out for quite some time. The next part will likely come within the next day or so. Masterlist

Despite the wine haze she’d found herself in, Jessamine’s certain of one thing. He’s watching her.

She glances back at the door where he lingers, propped with his arms crossed at his chest. He doesn’t belong here; he's far too clean. Far too handsome. But he’d caught her eye when she came down from the upper dorms, and she likewise hadn’t left his sight since.

So instead of heading out like she ought to, Jessamine instead settled in at the Flophouse bar, glass of wine in hand—which had been mead before she discovered how utterly foul it tasted.

Jessamine’s on her third glass by the time the silver-haired man makes his move. “Very rare one stumbles upon a wood elf in the heart of Baldur’s Gate,” he announces. “You’re a long way from home, little flower.”

His words barely register. Through Jessamine’s bleary eyes, she finds the man. An elf, like herself, though more moon-like than forest-coated. His skin is paler than hers, and his eyes, much darker. Her breath catches; she really ought to reply.

“How could you tell?”

The man grins. He takes to the barstool beside her, as though her question had been an invitation. “I can smell it on you. The earth, that honeyed sweetness…” His hand raises and strokes the air between them. “You wear it well, my dear.”

Jessamine’s lips part; she was being hit on.

It shouldn’t have come as such a surprise at her age. Yet, she wasn’t quite used to such direct attentions, either. Not without her sisters as buffers, or her father’s influence in the back of everyone’s minds. Something stirs inside of her.

“I— umm. I’m flattered,” she manages.

There’s a chuckle, and her gaze finds the bar.

Neither one of them speak for some time. Jessamine’s mind struggles to make sense of the nightly buzz: the bard tunes, the chatter, the clamour on the streets outside. It’s all a world away from the quiet birdsong she’d grown up with.

She feels the man’s breath on her neck. “So enlighten me…” he eventually says, “how did a creature as radiant as yourself end up in Fraygo’s Flophouse? Doesn’t your kind prefer frolicking about in a forest somewhere?”

The compliments seep right into Jessamine’s skin. He has her cornered. She’s acutely aware of their knees, ever-so-slightly touching, and his fingers, deftly circling his glass. In the span of a few minutes, he’d made her feel so nervous, so—inexperienced?

Feeling his eyes on her, Jessamine musters every ounce of liquid courage to beckon him closer. And as he leans forward, she whispers through his hair, “It’s a secret.”

The man’s brow quirks. “Oh?” When she doesn’t elaborate, his eyes run over her, searching for any hint of a clue. By the time they return to her face, it’s burning. “I’m good with secrets,” he says back.

Jessamine’s heart pounds. This is dangerous, she thinks. All alone, away from home—and she’s never had this much wine in one sitting.

“Won’t you indulge me?” the man presses. “Let me guess, you've come seeking adventure... A scandalous affair, perhaps?” He pauses to gauge her reaction. "Or maybe, family disagreement?”

Jessamine falters; he catches it immediately.

“Hmm, yes. How I relate to that! They made you feel stifled—trapped.” He takes a moment, fingertips ghosting over Jessamine’s flushed skin. “And what better place to seek freedom than the city proper. The one and only, Baldur’s Gate.”

Jessamine shudders.

“My, my, what a sweet thing you are.”

He edges closer. Jessamine loses herself in the contours of his face: his sharp jaw, sly smile, and the faint laugh lines bookending it. She barely notices when his thumb brushes against her ear, tucking fine wisps of hair behind it.

The smallest of sighs escapes her. With not a single thought between her eyes, Jessamine leans into his touch. “Fresh as a daisy,” he whispers, “just waiting to be picked—”

A damp rag slaps the bar between them; Jessamine jumps a mile.

“That’s enough of that, boy,” warns a man's voice. “I know your kind and the young miss ‘ere don’t deserve to be used by the likes of you.”

Jessamine straightens in her seat. “Dashkent—” she sputters at the innkeep.

His expression is hard.

Despite his stature, Jessamine thinks the halfling is more intimidating than most men twice his size. And at this moment, there’s something fierce radiating from him.

Jessamine averts her eyes. She was undeserving of his worry. It was only by chance she'd been there to put out a fire in his storeroom a few days back. But since then, her lodgings had been free of charge, and she was no longer bothered by men in the dorms.

She barely knew him, yet as Dashkent looks down his nose at her companion, Jessamine's reminded of an overprotective uncle.

“Jessa,” he says, wringing out the rag in his hands, “keep yer wits about you with this one, a’right?” He shoots a look at the pale elf. “You’re too kind ‘a girl for someone like him.”

Harsh, Jessamine thinks. Yet a glance toward the man in question makes her second-guess herself.

Dashkent dismissed her before she has chance to think on it. “Off with ya now,” he says. “Go swig some water an’ get some rest, Jessa. Your next show’s tomorrow.”

Jessamine cringes at the reminder. She can only nod as the innkeep disappears into the back room. And with him gone, it becomes apparent. Whatever had been building between her and the other elf had been struck dead. She’s once again aware of her surroundings: the Flophouse and its drunkards (of which she's sorely included).

Somehow, she almost feels as though she’s been trancing.

A cough prompts Jessamine’s flight response. “I'm sorry about him,” she says; I should go, she thinks. But as she wobbles out of her stool, there’s a hand to steady her.

“No need to run off, my sweet. I’m not scared away so easily.”

Something about the nickname stops Jessamine in her tracks. It disarms her enough that she doesn’t notice that she's being guided away from the bar. Her escort leads her to the Flophouse staircase, where she somehow finds courage to ask him his plans for the next day.

“If you've nothing to do, won’t you come to the Blushing Mermaid? I'll be performing there tomorrow night.” When he doesn't reply, Jessamine's heart quickens. “Only if you like—” she pauses.

She doesn’t even know his name.

“Astarion,” says the elf.

“Astarion,” she repeats. It's a pretty name, and it sounds pretty when she says it. “Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow,” he confirms, with a flash of teeth.

And Jessamine’s elated.

They exchange goodnights, and promises to meet again. But as Jessamine returns to her lodgings with a new name on her tongue, it doesn’t register that she'd never given hers.

next chapter >

#astarion x reader #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion x female tav #astarion x y/n #astarion x you #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 1 year

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Meera, hello!!!!

I saw the DM(?) you post, can I have one for Sherlock plz?

So....with a fem and chubby reader, she's Enola's friend, but she prefers live in Hermit style.

But when Enola want to do sth, she would try her best to help Enola. And when Enola fight with her brothers, she just hide in reader's house.

Sherlock found that r is good at hiding and observing the emotions, she is kind of the opposite of him but is tolerable.

Best friend's brother trope and may I add that reader has a habit that when she feel want to be clingy, she would rub her cheek on his shoulder or his chest with holding his hand?

The rest is by you, wish you have a good day🥰🥰

a/n: hi Nana, so i’ve tried to write something with Best Friend’s Brother AU with Sherlock and Chubby reader, hope you like it 💙

pairing: Sherlock x Chubby!Reader

You hear a knock on your door, a particular knock which you recognise very well.

And ‘tis indeed her, your closest friend Enola Holmes. You let her in your home, like you have before, several instances regarding arguments with her brother, especially Mycroft Holmes.

Enola was close to her other brother Sherlock, the man of mystery, she looked up to him.

“What is the matter this time?” You ask after offering Enola her favourite cake.

“Nothing new, only Mycroft being a pompous arse!” She huffs and takes the piece of cake from you. “The worst part, do you know? Sherlock didn’t object, didn’t say a word”

Enola was few years younger than you, but the bond you both had formed was very strong. You truly cared for her, and she for you.

Enola and you are engaged in a conversation when you hear another knock on the door.

“Sherlock!” you both utter at the same time.

“Oh I do not wish to go back” Enola looks at you with pleading eyes.

“How about you go to my room and I will speak to Sherlock?”

She nods and goes inside your bedroom as you make your way to the door, fixing your dress, you open the door.

“Mr. Holmes” You give a curt nod to Sherlock, and he quickly looks you up and down. It would a lie that his gaze didn’t affect you, didn’t make you want more.

“My sister…” Sherlock trails off as he makes his way inside your home. “She is in the bedroom.” Sherlock says matter of factly.

You open your mouth to say something but he looks back at you with a certain look on his that makes your whole body shiver. You clear your throat and walk up to him.

“Mr. Holmes, for a person who has extraordinary thinking abilities do you actually ever think?” Sherlock is taken aback

“Yes, your sister is in the bedroom, hiding from you, but do you care enough to ask why? to think why?”

It is at that moment you realise how close you are standing to him, how his shoulders are so broad, how you want to touch his chest, and how you want to run your finger through his hair.

Sherlock never looks at you with ridicule in his eyes, which other people do sometimes. He stares into your eyes, momentarily dropping to your body, then to your lips and again to your eyes. Sherlock didn’t quite understand what he felt towards you, he wasn’t good with feelings, all he knew is that when you touch him sometimes, be it keeping your head on his shoulder when you, him and Enola are out in a park, and you lean to him unknowingly. He is fond of that, he is fond of you.

“Enlighten me” His voice is low.

“Your sister, she looks up to you, it is not Mycroft she is angry at, it is you, because she cares about you. And I know you do too, but that is the issue with you Holmes siblings, you don’t express your feelings.”

“And you are excellent at it, aren’t you?” Sherlock asks sarcastically.

“Well at least better than you.” With that you leave him in the living room making your way to Enola, you have a hearty conversation with her about how Sherlock cares for her too, just does not know how to express it and she listens to you, all while her brother waits for the two of you.

“Right then Mr. Holmes, Enola will go back with you now.” You announce and smile at Enola, who gives you a tight hug and you hug her back.

“Thank you.” Enola smiles at you.

The Holmes siblings make their way back to their home after wishing you a good day.

“Sherlock?” Enola asks her brother.

“Hm?”

“You like her don’t you?” Sherlock smiles at that, a smile full of adoration, something that rarely appeared on his face

“She is tolerable.”

#sherlock holmes x reader #enola holmes #sherlock holmes henry cavill #sherlock x reader #ask answered✨#sherlock holmes x plus size reader #meera writes prompts

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lythea-creation · 6 months

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The Price Of Family - Draco Malfoy x sister reader

summary: (f/n) isn't exactly a perfect heir to the Malfoy family. How will Draco deal with his sister sticking out?

warnings: reference to abuse

word count: 944

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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Being a Malfoy was not coming naturally to me.

For starters I despised the whole pureblood supremacy shit. Not even talking about the dark lord.

At school I was an outcast. Most Slytherins stayed away from me due to my beliefs which I did not hesitate to declare. A lot of other students avoided me because of my brother.

Luna was one of the only people I truly came along with. Maybe because she was the odd one out as well. I loved that about her though. She was true to herself and never questioned being herself. It was inspiring honestly.

But there were also somerismatic and cunning twins who I liked to hang around with. It was always fun to be with Fred and George and they did not care about my family. They saw me and not just my name.

Draco and I used to come along well when we were younger and life easier. But he preferred impressing our father over me nowadays and we were drifting apart the more time passed.

The year was over sooner than I had wished for.

I was sitting in a train compartment with Luna and Neville, enjoying our conversation. At the same time I could not help but dread the end of this ride. The summer break was the worst time of the year for me.

So I hesitated to say goodbye to my friends to join the family reunion that was already taking place at the gate.

Our parents were delighted to see Draco. They were all smiling and talking. Sometimes I wondered if I should just not return home one day to improve all our lives. But that would feel like running away and everything inside of me was clenching at the thought of giving up when it was getting hard.

Reluctantly I stepped over to my family who actually greeted me properly.

Our mother let us talk about our school year the whole way home. But as soon as we arrived I escaped into my room.

I unpacked my stuff immediately to get it done quickly. But that did not work out as I was interrupted by Draco bursting into my room.

“I've wanted to talk to you for a long time now”, he proclaimed.

“You can't just come into my room like that”, I noted.

“Of course I can and I just did”, he insisted. “The Weasley twins? Seriously? Do you want to ruin our reputation for good?”

“Just get out”, I shot back.

“I won't. You may not care about our family, but I do. I wasn't exactly excited when you started hanging out with that Ravenclaw weirdo, but this is a different level. Why do you keep interacting with blood traitors?”, he ranted.

“This is stupid”, I mumbled, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“The future of our family is a joke to you? When did all of that even happen? You used to hang around the right people”, he recalled.

“Oh, you mean your friends? Our rather the kids of our parents' friends? They're narrow-minded and total jerks”, I stated.

“What did you just say?” He growled, getting dangerously close.

“Drop the act, Draco! I'm not scared of you”, I enlightened him.

“You should be”, he warned me.

“You're weak, Draco. Always have been. You only do what everyone around is expecting you to do”, I proposed.

My brother clenched his fist before snapping his fingers and that way calling one of our house elves. “Go and get my father”, he ordered.

“That's another thing. You all treat the house elves like shit. I just don't get it. They're doing so much for us. A little appreciation and kindness isn't too much to ask for”, I remarked.

“What is going on here?”, our father questioned.

“(f/n)'s going insane. She's spending all her time with blood traitors and wants us to treat the house elves better”, Draco revealed.

“Is that so?”, father reassured.

I gulped. Honestly I was slightly scared of him because he was always afraid our family honor may be at risk.

“It is”, I confirmed.

“Alright then. I've given you enough time to redeem yourself. It's time for you to learn the hard way”, he announced.

“What do you mean?”, I inquired anxiously.

“You're going to spend the summer with your aunt. Maybe she can put you back on the right path”, he considered.

I could feel all color drain from my face. “You mean aunt Bellatrix? Are you serious? She's a maniac”, I reminded him.

“Don't talk about your family like that! Apparently I failed to teach you properly. Maybe I was too soft on you. I'm sure she won't be”, he assumed.

“No, you … you can't do that”, I protested.

Now I was scared to no end. Facing my father was one thing, but my aunt. That was a completely different story.

“I'm taking your wand in the meantime”, he decided.

My wand flew his way with a flick of his own before I could react.

“I'll contact Bellatrix immediately. You don't get to take anything with you. I'm sure she can provide you with the essentials. Draco, you will watch over your sister until your aunt arrives to make sure she doesn't do anything reckless”, he ordered.

“Yes, father”, Draco replied obediently, although he was looking a bit paler than before as well.

My mind was racing to find a way to get out. Suddenly I wished I had just run away after all.

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#harry potter #draco malfoy #sister reader #draco malfoy x reader #angst #female reader #luna lovegood #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins

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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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OB gang with albedo mc ?

Like at first they got the cold treatment (aka how albedo treated anyone and anything he wasn’t interested in)

Then slowly they warmed up and got to see the other side of them ( aka how albedo treated the traveler (kinda smug low-key flirty etc)

OB! gang with Albedo! MC

a/n: •FUCK THAT MAN HE DIDN'T COME HOME EVEN WHEN I WAS GUARANTEED

•if im being honest, albedo would probably be so interest in twst that he could not be cold to them. well maybe some of them but I'll make it work

warning:spoilers abt book 6(that i myself barely know about but here we are)

Friendly and popular, you gained fame for your alchemical talents. Though popular, you have an extreme distaste for social interactions. Barely anyone knows anything of your personal life as you are quite secretive about it.

Fueled by the feeling of enlightenment, you research about the things that pique your interest and once the feeling is gone, you lose all interest. Along with your alchemical genius, you're also a respectable artist.

Riddle:

he had heard u were really good at alchemy and making potions from trey who heard from ace

so he is very much curious about your world and how you got to know alchemy

start up a convo with u when he saw u in the middle of his walk

and you're sketching grim LMAOAOAOA

literally acted like u didn't know he was there bc you're sketching can't he see🙄

riddle thought it was kind of rude and pointed it out

still acted like u dont know

it takes u finsihing the grim drawing for u to even look at him

we all know hes angry so lets skip!!

riddle would like to know the basic alchemy of ur world and got absolutely flabbergasted when u showed him

"how the heck did a magicless student like you managed do that⁉️"

"but that is basic alchemy??" -u after turning dust to a bird

eventually,riddle had to cut the convo short bc he have a schedule to follow🤗so u went back to grim sketching

he tried to invite you to the unbirthday party bc he really enjoyed ur convo

but u declined it

but still went there bc the adeuce duo forced you LMAOAOAOA

so like kapoosh kapow the ob happened and a day after that he got interrogated by u

no break for riddle💀

u were very much interested in how he felt before and after the ob, if anything changes about him after the ob, what was it really that triggered the ob and-

CALM DOWN HES TRYING TO ANSWER ONE BY ONE

you're like "🤔hmm i see" the entire time with this serious face

u also gave him a potion for quick recovery so good for him!!(u gave everyone who overblot btw im just too lazy to write for all)

saw ur sketchbook one and saw some sketches of him

in both his ob form and how he is normally

"🧍why did u drew me"

"u carry a different aura and look different from how u usually do, it's quite fascinating"

"BUT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY OVERBLOT??"

multitasking royalty😂🙌who knew you could draw him while fighting him off

Leona:

you've seen some people with ears like him back in your world so you're not exactly as interested 🤷

even ur assistant have non-human like ears

tho u do wonder if there's anything different abt him since hes technically not from ur world

i dont think yall will interact much before the ob but after? and when book 3 is happening??

knowing how he acts, you're quite disappointed

"not only are u skilled but you're also quite knowledgeable. you could've been something greater if only you could muster up some motivation and ambition in you other than for the throne"

leona goes 🤨🤬you picking a fight or smth⁉️

but then also got goosebumps bc why is this small fry doing analysis of him and how come you know so much already😱

ruggie snickering beside him bc bro got called out so hard

bc hes pissed at u, he quite literally got an A on every single subject LMFOAOAOAOA

mans live off of spite (me too)

you did saw it and was quite pleased hes showing more of his potential

praised him so hard u made his ego bigger

is this... the feeling of recognition😍⁉️ -leona /hj

saw ur sketches of him during ur stay in savanaclaw in book 3

was surprised you captured every single detail about him, lowkey smug abt it

"you were staring at me so hard huh. you could've just asked if you wanted to draw me"

"oh? then by all means, strike up a pose for me. i would love to draw u again"

"...i never said yes, herbivore"

Azul:

not interested in you other than taking ur dorm for business + not interested in him at all

signed the contract anyway bc why not LMAOAOA

totally not bc grim was trying to get u to sign it so bad, no. not at all

anyways now you're homeless and is staying at savanaclaw

lets skip a lil bc i literally have nothing to say

yknow when the tweels tried to sabotage yall?

u literally fend them off using ur geo vision

them: 😧⁉️

they did report to azul

"but that bitch is magicless⁉️" is what he would say if hes not a professional businessman

hes sobbing and crying and clutching his contracts bc how dare⁉️

and u found out he is an octopus like after the blot so yknow what that means

"i would like to see u in that form, if you do not mind"

azul's glasses breaking bc he absolutely refused to

"😕😔a shame but it's alright" *starts studying that childhood pic of him instead*

azul standing right behind u🕴

he did ask why do u wanna see that form of his

and u go "that's something u wouldn't find in my world, i would like to know everything i could know"

the tweels agreed for a price btw

idk whats the price dont ask me

u sometimes visit the lounge bc that place is pretty as hell

notices how u would draw the place sometimes and the gear in his head was working so hard on how to get money from that

peeked into the sketchbook once

saw many sketches of him in his other form or what u think would be his other form

and the way its so accurate😧⁉️

🕴🕴- u and azul

Jamil:

i feel like u would recognize him for his many talents??

and would totally go "why are u hiding it if you know you could do it🤨🤔"

"i do not know what you're talking about☺" -jamil

u just shrug bc oh well. none of ur business

hes kind of glad u decided to drop the topic but also kinda :/ bc there goes his plan if u could see through him that easily

he is quite knowledgeable so u often ask him abt his homeland and their designs there and everything else bc

my god is scarabia pretty😍

u drew scarabia so often its not even funny anymore

and yknow those times he would like hypnotize kalim?

u knew smth was up but decided not to confront jamil abt it

he witnessed u eating a spider one time

he considered letting u go back to ur dorm out of fear LMFAOAOAA

u noticed him and asked if he would like some

U EVEN RECOMMENDED HIM SPIDERS TASTED GOOD WITH THIS AND THIS💀

he was on the verge of tears😔🙏rip jamil, he could've lived a normal life if life loved him enough

u finding out jamil and kalim is a little like subject 2 and u: 😱⁉️(trying to uh replace someone's position or smth)

after the entire blot stuff, he absolutely let u know if theres any bugs around

bc like hell is he fighting those bugs

you're delighted bc yes nutritious foods!!

jamil watching it all:

Vil:

you drew vil quite a lot since he's very pretty

vil is quite drawn to u from the start bc you're also very pretty

has heard of how great you are at making potions and alchemy from epel

so when the program thing happened, hes quite happy that he got to talk to you more

since he was living with u, he could see the many drawings of him and the others (vil and the non-vils. u totally don't play favorite)

vil seeing those beautiful sketches, thinking of ways to promote yalls group with ur talent

he did commission u for it and even offered to pay

u going k sure, i dont mind

vil posted the art on social media and it got so many attention💀

and yknow how vil is so popular and all? yeah so many people asked him to get in touch with u so they could commission u smth bc ur talent is just so😍😍🙏🙏‼️‼️

congrats⁉️it was supposed to be for their promotion but u accidentally got promoted as well

vil is very happy and proud

well after the whole overblot thing, u sometimes visit pomefiore for various other reasons

sometimes bc some famous ppl wanted to get in touch with u, sometimes u just wanna go potion potion with vil

Idia:

he is actually very thankful that you're not interested in him in any way

or so he thought

you're in fact very interested in him

his hair is quite unique to you + his creations are quite interesting to you

"woah unique robots😍" u 5 mins before disaster

and by that i meant a bigass hole in the dorm you're staying in LNFAOAO

so yknow how rook, epel and mc tried to save the others by going to this place they're supposedly brought to?(i dont think i missed anyone)

and my god are u taking ur time

"what is this fascinating creature?" *tries to eat it*

"PREFECT NO!!" -epel and rook

be thankful you're not from their world or else you would've overblot for that

idia and ortho seeing it all🕴🕴

and when idia and ortho came to see yall, you are even more delighted

"i would like to study you, if you do not mind"

idia bc its supposed to be the other way around:

epel, rook and ortho staring at u:

u did ask again after the whole incident and he def did not broke out in cold sweat

#twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #idia shroud

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venus-giirl · 2 years

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Yuji Itadori- Breeding Kink

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuuji Itadori x fem reader (Nsfw).

Pairing: boy x reader.

CW: reproductive kink, dirty talk, overstimulation play, Itadori being too Soft, mentions of pregnancy and parenting.

Words count: 1771.

N/A: Sorry, Itadori gives me so many soft, lovey-dovey boyfriend vibes with his partner that I couldn't think of anything other than that, but deep down he has a big dominant part (not counting Sukuna, of course). I feel like I was left wanting to write more but here it is. Sorry for the possible mistakes, today the tiredness is killing me.

Itadori had a serious problem to which he had to add the frustration of a frustrated college student at exam time. For almost two whole months, the boy had to stick his nose in his books if he wanted to pass the semester, or at least you forced him to do his homework properly. If it weren't for you that boy would be going from party to party instead of digging his elbows in to get a decent grade.

After those horrible, stress-filled weeks were over, he was ready to spend the rest of the vacations clinging to you like a little puppy dog to its mother.

And he saw you just like that, as a mother figure. In fact you were the mom of the group. Countless times you had saved Nobara when he didn't know what outfit was the best for a fun night out and you lent him some clothes, or when Gojo forgot to bring condoms in case he wanted to...anyway. And Itadori admired you so much for that, falling madly in love with you.

After arriving at the cafeteria Itadori jumped out in search of you, eager to tell you how well his exams had gone.

"T/n, T/n!!!" he shouts as soon as you pass the door frame of the cafeteria, some people turned their heads at such voices.

"Hey, bro!" greets Todo "if you're looking for T/n he's not here yet, apparently he has his last exam right now and just barely finished leaving."

Itadori lowers his smile into a puppy pout "But it's already six in the evening, he's supposed to be done by now."

"Don't be whiny, besides, she already told you she would finish late, since she had exams in the afternoon this semester, instead of the morning." Nobara growls, bringing the steaming coffee to her lips.

"What can I do then? I was planning on snacking with her when we were done, but by the time I'm done it'll be too late and you'll be exhausted."

"Oh well then let me enlighten you." Nobara puts her hand to her chin, ready to blurt out your great idea "Go home and run her a nice bubble bath and set up the room with a nice romantic atmosphere, us girls like those details, I'm telling you, I'm best friends with T/n and I know her tastes."

"Yes, but not more than me" replies Itadori.

"Uh-huh..."

"Fine then, I'll do that to please her." Itadori's smile flashes at the idea. It's not like she'd never had that kind of detail with you before, but after two months of not touching you it was her perfect opportunity to let off some proper steam, and she'd had an idea in mind for far too long.

The boys watch Itadori walk away almost running away at the speed of light.

"Will T/n survive what's in store for him?" questions Megumi in a whisper.

"Not if he slips in the bathtub first and breaks a limb." She blurts out Gojo in a huff.

"Gross." They all say in unison.

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The keys jingle as you pull them out of your pocket and a second later the apartment lock clicks, indicating that you have safely opened the door. As soon as you enter you take off your jacket "Baby, are you home?" you say as you walk into the kitchen, rounding the small island to open the door to the living room. The clock read past eleven o'clock at night.

"Here I am, baby." His distant voice indicated he was in your room.

"What are you doing at this hour and why aren't you sleep-" Your voice was interrupted by his tempered hand, silencing anything you had to say.

"Sh, sh, sh, sh, don't growl anymore" he says in an apologetic smile. "We're done with our exams so just relax and listen." You nod your head to indicate to him that you were attentive to what he had to tell you, breathing with some difficulty through your nose.

"I've prepared a surprise for you, come." He gently pulls his hand away to take yours and pull you into the room.

You make your way into the room and look at the bed with wonder and surprise in your eyes. The boy had spent what was left of the evening to set the mood and decorate the bed with candles on the nightstands and some rose petals strewn across the sheets.

"Itadori, you didn't have to do this for me, honey. I'm sure you'll be very tired too." You turn to him, stroking his pecs as you look up at him with slightly guilty eyes. Your heart leapt with joy at how special your boyfriend had been to want to pamper you and take care of you for tonight, but on the other hand, you held back knowing that he was also tired and needed to get some rest.

"Easy my girl, this is for both of us, so let's enjoy each other together for the whole night, will you do that for me?". He begs bringing your hands to his mouth to kiss them slowly as he looks at you. "You're freezing, what a fool I was not to come pick you up." He moves on to kiss your knuckles, biting them a little.

"Oh no, my love, I'm fine now that I'm with you." You lean in looking deep into his eyes, capturing his attention with the nickname that so melts him.

"Fuck...I can't take it anymore." A hissing sound rings out, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss and without being begged he thrusts his tongue in as far as he can.

Itadori squeezes your hips and begins to guide you backwards towards the bed in stumbling, sloppy steps without breaking the kiss at any single moment. You grab onto his back as you feel yourself falling backwards without any support and pull Itadori along with you, crashing both of you into the softness in a thud.

You lift his hoodie eagerly to see his body and he does the same with his shirt, freeing your bra-less breasts.

"Fuck...don't tell me you went to the exam without a bra...oh, baby, you're so hot." Silva biting her lips as she eats your breasts with her eyes.

"Shut up and don't make me wait." You reply feeling your juices overflowing down your already wet panties. It was so amazing the ability Itadori had to turn you on like a misto and get you wet with almost no need to do anything.

The smell of the cologne you gave him for his birthday and the slight hint of body sweat made your nostrils flutter inhaling his scent. This man drove you so crazy.

"Yes, my lady." Itadori rips your pants from your waistband along with your panties and throws them somewhere unimportant in the room, then does the same releasing his aching erection.

"Love, I don't care what you had planned to do, but please fuck me now, I can't wait for you to be inside me...". You see stars as he settles between your legs, aligning his shaft against your center and with one thrust he inserts himself deep inside you. You cry out in relief. You'd almost forgotten how well this boy stretches you when he's inside you.

"Just what...I...wanted." He moans, starting to give you a few slow lunges so you can get used to him.

"Did you need it so badly, my love?"

"Yes..." He hisses in pleasure "I so needed to be so deep in you." Itadori begins to work magic with his hips and moves in the way he knows you like best. Her hips gyrate looking for your sweet spot without waiting a few more seconds.

You wanted to carry out what you had read a few weeks ago when, instead of studying, you rambled on your cell phone looking for something that had been troubling your mind and needed answers, even asking good old Megumi for her opinion.

Your eyes sparkle as you feel it deep inside you, too deep, pressing a new button that made your back arch and your eyes squeeze shut letting out a deep moan of insatiable pleasure, generating a tingle in your lower belly.

"There it is love, I just touched your cervix" he again delivers a few thrusts in the same spot and your mouth opens in an O-shape from the constant pleasure.

"Where...mmh...have you...have you learned...e...that..." you say interrupted by each lunge and moan escaping your lips.

Itadori doesn't respond concentrating on your own pleasure and his, the head of his cock was pounding the new warm bulge he just unlocked, being so sorry he didn't realize sooner how much he could feel if he concentrated just a little more.

"Deeper, aa...love, I want to fill you so.... thoroughly with my cum." He grunted increasing his thrusts. "I want to fill you until I . overflow.... and get you pregnant." You groan in response and your skin crawls with goose bumps at the words of a newly unlocked Itadori. I've never spoken in such ways before, let alone to confess all that to you.

"See how well you take me, princess, promise me you'll take my entire orgasm in your womb?". You roll your eyes as his thumb caresses in circular motions your clit.

"Yes.. Yuuji...I will do whatever you want..."

"That's my girl, you are so...good to me." Your hips start to waver and move carelessly. You already feel how she was about to climax and you were too close too.

Yuji lowers his back to kiss your lips in a passionate and tender kiss of love. You were in heaven with him so deep inside you, fucking you so good and so deep, showing that new reproductive side of him.

"Love I'm going to..." You say no longer holding the knot in your belly.

"Shh love...I can't hold on either..." he couldn't finish his sentence as the walls of your womb suck his head and you reach the peak of your orgasm as he touches your cervix again, your rubbery, velvety walls contracting in heartbeats over his length pulling him into his orgasm as well.

His grunt echoes throughout the room along with a few babbles of your name. You feel thick strips spread filling to the bottom of your womb with a soft warm sticky mass that disperses until you feel it dripping down your ass and dripping down the bed. Itadori had stuffed you to the bottom.

"Holy shit, baby, that was amazing." He comes down to give you a quick kiss, biting your bottom lip as he pumps his slickness next to yours so he doesn't waste any of it.

"Itadori." You say after a few seconds realizing what had just happened.

"Yes?" he hums in a sigh of love as he looks at you a little too pleased.

"Tell me you put on a condom."

"Oops...I forgot." He says as he bites his tongue throwing you a wink.

"ITADORII."

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everyone-with-a-para · 9 months

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(1/5) OKAY. same guy again. i have returned for realsies this time. warning you again that i said this would be long and IT IS so by all means feel free to like. stick all these asks under a readmore so as to not annihilate everyone's dashes 😭 but with that said: so i said nanobotsverse has four arcs but it's more like four+a half, with the "and a half" one being backstory before my guy officially enters the picture+the plot gets going for real. you could call this bit "arc zero." it starts in kalos prior to the events of both bw2+xy. so you got colress, and in nanobotsverse he's actually a student/assistant of professor sycamore's (who will come back+be an actual character in the second arc), but he's...not satisfied with the work. you know how The Power Of Friendship is super important in pokemon? yeah well nanobotsverse colress is *just* as schizoid as i am+therefore has trouble bonding with his pokemon, or Any living thing, and kind of doesn't understand the concept+feels like his research is going nowhere. so after enough frustration he's like "fuck it i'm going home" and goes back to unova because that's where he's originally from. when he gets there, he winds up running into ghetsis who's been looking for a new Main Guy to recruit for the New team plasma+is like "oh fuck yes it's a mentally ill guy for me" the second he sees him. cole gets a job offer+while he thinks ghetsis has horrible rancid vibes, he DOES need work right now+likes the prospect of being able to study pokemon without the impediment of societal standards for pokemon/trainer connection. and Ethics. he also was in kalos for the whole plot of b+w and missed the whole thing with n, so he doesn't know Just how fucked up ghetsis is.

this is where the unova arc starts proper. cole runs into my guy while doing "research" (challenging random trainers to random battles as if it will enlighten him on what it means to connect with a pokemon)+my guy pretty much says "hey is your plasma research thing like. hiring." because he's new to the region and he, too, needs a job. cole, having orders to not refuse any potential recruits, is like "...sssssure" and from then on out the two of them are Associated. it will quickly become more than begrudging but right now they're kind of just coworkers. and "right now" will last at most a couple weeks, until one day ghetsis just gets attacked by his hydreigon and Dies. because he's a terrible trainer+of course the thing would snap. which is awesome tbh, but also makes cole the For-Real-Undisputed-Number-One Leader Of Team Plasma. because he doesn't actually have any connection to team plasma's real motives or ideals, much less any desire to stick around if he's not getting paid, He Does Not Want This. so he panics, disbands the whole team, and packs up his shit to run back to kalos. this makes my guy go HEY HOLY SHIT WAIT+he tags along because he hasn't got any connections anywhere else+would *also* love to not be involved with the ongoing fallout. cole is confused that he isn't more annoyed by this. The Found Family Begins.

@ninesecretsteps

Last time I tried to put all asks under a read more tumblr went kaput so it's gonna have to be one at a time

In this day and age you can't be blamed for working for the villain side bc you need a job /j

I think about Ghetsis' hydreigon a lot....

Yeah that sounds like some good found family origin

#quill speaks #paraportal #stay tuned for part 2!#ninesecretsteps #ask

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Work Wives

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You and Natasha work together as teachers and are coaches. Everyone calls you work wives, despite being just friends. Perhaps you are destined to love each other as more

Note: Hey y’all! This one is self indulgent ngl, but I do think it turned out cute. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff is often described as your work wife. As a general rule of thumb, if someone is looking for Natasha Romanoff then they should look in your classroom. Nat always seemed to be in there with you.

In the mornings, you two would be chatting about lesson plans for the day. Natasha teaches science while you teach literature and writing. In the afternoons, you would be talking about coaching your respective sports teams. Nat coaches soccer and you coach volleyball.

Together you make the perfect duo at work. So much so that sometimes people mistake you for being actual wives. You can’t say the idea of that doesn’t make your heart flutter. Sometimes, you have to admit, you do think you have romantic feelings for Natasha. Recently, it’s at the forefront of your mind.

That’s what you’re thinking about as the woman waltzes into your classroom with a morning coffee for you.

“Good morning, y/n,” she greets you happily. You take the cup from her and ignore the shiver that goes through you when your fingers brush against hers.

“Hey Nat. How was last night’s game?” you ask. Nat sits on the edge of your desk as you sit in your desk chair.

“It was alright. We won, but it was sloppy. Practice should be fun tonight,” Nat says with a chuckle.

“Coach Natasha is going to run them, huh?”

“Nah, no more than usual. But we’ll be getting lots of reps in. Although, I am considering cutting out early to come see a certain favorite person of mine coach tonight,” Natasha says sweetly.

“Oh yeah?” you ask her, not even hiding your excitement.

“Yeah. Is that cool?” Nat asks almost shyly.

“Definitely,” you answer.

The school bell rings and Natasha hops off your desk. She usually sticks around until five minutes before homeroom, and you look at her confusedly.

“I have a meeting with Hill this morning. Apparently, one of my students has some stuff going on at home and we have to meet with guidance,” Natasha explains. You nod in understanding. “See you at lunch?”

“Yeah, see you then,” you reply.

You miss the rest of the usual morning conversation you have with Natasha. And some part of you is jealous of Hill for getting to spend time with her. School just started back and you missed seeing her everyday this summer. Your students come in and you greet each one of them, being sure they get a good start to their day.

“Where was Ms. Romanoff this morning?” a student asks you while you are getting the powerpoint for the morning pulled up.

“She had a meeting. Did you need to see her? She has a free period for-” you stop when you look at your students to see them all smiling at you and holding back laughs. “Please enlighten me as to what is so funny.”

“It’s just that, well, she’s kind of your wife, right? Or your girlfriend?” a student asks.

“Oh,” you say with a nervous laugh. “No, Ms. Romanoff is not my wife or girlfriend. We are friends.”

The class mutters some ‘sures’ and some ‘okays’ before you wrangle their attention towards today’s lesson. It feels like first part of the day drags on forever, but you finally get to your lunch break.

You’re excited to see Natasha, but when you go to her classroom you find her sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. She’s crying, you can tell that much by the way her sniffles fill the room. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Natasha cry.

“Natasha? Are you alright?” you ask her as you walk to her.

She looks at you with rosy cheeks and eyes brimming over with tears. You reach out and put a soft hand on her shoulder.

“What’s going on, Nat? You can tell me,” you say softly, mustering your energy to not start crying too.

“It’s my sister. She’s in the hospital. There was an accident. I have to- I need to-“ she rushes out the words and frantically starts to stand up.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” you say. “Let me drive you.”

Nat doesn’t protest as you grab her keys and lead her out of the door. You shoot a text to your principal that you and Nat had to leave.

“What hospital is it?” you ask her once you get in the car. She mumbles the name, and you pull out of the parking lot.

It’s a quiet drive as you feel Natasha’s fear radiating off of her. You don’t know what to say given that Nat didn’t say anything about her sister’s condition. Perhaps she doesn’t know for herself. You drive as quick as you can and follow Nat inside the hospital when you get there.

A doctor tells you that she is in surgery and all you can do is wait. Natasha paces the waiting room, and you sit near her in a chair.

“I’m sure she’ll be okay, Natasha,” you try to ease her worries. She stops pacing and sits down next to you.

“I need her to be okay. She’s my little sister,” Natasha cries.

You reach out to wrap an arm around her shoulder and she leans into you. Her head fits comfortably between your neck and shoulder. It’s the most physical affection you’ve ever shown each other and in different circumstances it would probably feel perfect. Right now, you just wish you could take her worries away.

“It’s going to be okay,” you whisper to her softly as she continues to cry into your shirt.

After an hour, the surgeon finally comes to update you on the situation. You stand back a few respectful steps where you can’t exactly hear the doctor. When Natasha turns and smiles softly at you though, you realize it must be good news.

“Come with me?” she asks you when the doctor tells her that she can see her sister.

“Of course,” you reply. You’d go anywhere with her.

“It’s family only in the ICU,” the doctor says.

“She’s my wife,” Nat replies without hesitation. At her words, the doctor gestures to follow her. You walk next to Natasha, and she reaches for your hand at her side. She grips it tight as she walks down the hallway.

If even possible, Nat grips your hand harder at the sight of her sister laying there in the hospital bed. She’s still sedated and has some clear visible injuries, but the doctor says she should be up soon.

Natasha goes to her side and kisses her cheek. You stay near the door until Nat calls you over to her.

“This is my little sister, Yelena. I’ve been meaning for you two to meet. I guess the universe took care of that for us,” Natasha says with a small laugh. “Yelena will think it’s funny.”

You sit next to her, and she absentmindedly holds your hand again, not that you’re complaining.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she would be happy to meet your wife,” you say jokingly and Nat blushes.

“Sorry about that. I just didn’t want to come back here alone,” Nat says. You feel guilty for teasing her.

“I get it. Actually, today at school the kids thought we were married,” you tell her.

“Really?”

“Yep. They didn’t sound convinced when I told them otherwise.”

Natasha leans closer to you and you swear she’s going to kiss you. But before she can, you both hear Yelena stir awake and pull away quickly. Nat stands up.

“Hey, I’m here,” Nat says as she grabs Yelena’s hand.

“Hey poser,” Yelena says quietly. Nat smiles and kisses her cheek.

“How are you feeling, sestra?”

“I’ve been worse,” Yelena replies. She looks behind Nat and sees you sitting there. You smile a little awkwardly and she looks back to Nat. “Is that your friend? The one you’re in love with?”

“Yelena, please,” Natasha quietly says. When her sister laughs, Nat can’t help but smile a little. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” Nat says.

You excuse yourself to go find the doctor and get Natasha some food. You don’t find anything too great, but you manage to get her a little something. When you get back to Yelena’s room, Natasha is nowhere to be seen.

“She went outside for some air,” Yelena says.

“Thank you,” you tell her. “I’m glad you’re okay, by the way.”

“Me too. And hey, please make a move on my sister. She’s been dying to be with you for so long,” Yelena says.

You only nod and smile politely at her before going outside to find Nat. She’s on a bench and you make your way over to her.

“I got these for you,” you say as you hand her the snacks.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you for being here today,” Nat says. “Oh, shit, you have a game right now. You’re missing it. I’m so sorry.”

"Anything for you, Natasha,” you assure her. Honestly, the game is the last thing on your mind right now. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I am. And hey about what Yelena said, she was still coming off the medicine, so-“ Natasha pauses, having a hard time covering her real feelings.

“Are you in love with me?” you ask her point blank. It takes her by surprise. “I mean it’s cool if you are because I am definitely in love with you,” you explain.

She’s stunned as she tries to process your words. You scoot closer to her and caress her cheek softly. Your thumb runs over her lip softly and you lean in for a long, slow kiss.

All of those fairytales about kissing your true love suddenly make sense as Natasha’s lips move against yours. When you finally break for air, Natasha chases after your lips for another kiss.

“I’m in love with you,” Natasha says breathlessly against your lips.

“Be my girlfriend?” you ask her and you both laugh. It feels like a schoolgirl crush thing to say, but Natasha quickly agrees.

You kiss her again and you can’t help but wonder if someday she really will be your wife. Work wives turned into real wives, that’s your dream.

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reilliane · 3 years

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Stellar ★ Venti

— ★ Scry: Ecliptic Umbra + Auriga + Corvus with Venti + Astrolabe AU + Reader's Prompt (Happy Ending) — ★ Genre: Romance + Fluff & Angst + "You regret what?" + The kind becomes prey — ★ Concept: It's once in a lifetime, but there are times when fate is kind. — ★ Words: 5.5k A/N: OMG when I say I flipped with this combination of prompts, I FLIPPED AAHHH this was a wonderful scry. "This format indicates a dialogue in flashback."

Promises… they’re as ephemeral as they can be—yet for a being who is just as ephemeral, it’s better to cling unto such promises, to hope, and to believe.

For in the end, it’s the closest one can get to disillusioning themselves into thinking that nothing is amiss.

You’re no different.

Centuries—no, millenniums. For millenniums, you’ve held onto nothing but the transience of companionship and the bittersweet solace brought by it.

There are times when you wish to slink away from hopes, to turn down all promises to remember you.

They aren’t by any means empty. No, they’re genuine. Real.

But what are measly words against the thorns of fate?

Nothing but a speck of dust.

Still, you find yourself believing in them—as long as one fights… it’s a war, right?—no matter how much you struggle in preordained throes, you believe. Because it’s comfort.

It’s solace.

The only thing that keeps you going other than the satisfaction brought by helping your companions achieve a goal or reach an epiphany.

You are fighting a war against fate by hoping for the impossible.

On the battlefield, you’ve gone and went with many.

Previously partnered with the most turbulent of gales, to the heat of a blazing heart, to unmerciful lightning… and now, with an otherworldly sun.

Together, one by one, they joined hands with you in the antiquated arena, opposing kismet with beliefs of serendipity.

Yet… in the end, the outcome is always the same.

“… Thank you,” the blond does not turn to your voice as he continues to embrace his sibling, his journey reaching its end. “Aether..”

In the finale, you’re always the only one left standing. The kind and the hopeful will always fall. In the deserted battleground against fate, facing zemblanities and grief… alone.

As it has always been. Then and for eternity.

You watch as he entwines his hand with Lumine, the relieved smiles on their faces, appeased after a long time of hardship, appeasing your heart.

When they both take flight to the sky, you can’t help but reach out skyward, feeling like they’ve taken a piece of you with them in their journey. Back home.

The twinkle of the stars indicates another promise lost to the universe’s scheme and for once, you accept the feeling of defeat.

The misery that results after yet another failed vow does nothing but pierce an already hollowed chest.

One would think that—after going through encores of the same anguish, you’d be used to it. But you’re not, you haven’t, and you don’t think you’ll ever will.

And as you cup your own cheeks, trying to remember the warmth of Aether’s hands when he assures you time and time again that he won’t forget, you hoped you were apathetic. Emotionless.

For at least then, you won’t be this affected by something that you know is bound to happen.

Still, you feel. Because even when you try to forget them, you can’t, for they are all that made your present life worthwhile. They made you happy and sad.

So, you smile, you laugh—you cry, and you despair.

Under the heavens, who are once again, witnesses to the unfolding of a waning star’s recurring tragedies.

The stars have lost their meaning—or to be specific, you have lost your meaning.

Your journey with Aether has enlightened you of how humans, ambitious and driven as ever, are more than capable enough to light their own constellations.

The Traveler himself has done so without your aid, and so have many others, lighting star by star with each realized worth and element.

You can easily recall that moment of cognizance, the truth, and the reality of no longer being essential.

You aren't needed anymore.

Being a companion?

Hah, with or without you, as long as fate writes success at the end of a journey, they are bound for greatness. Nothing more but a stubborn thorn is what you are to their side.

Humans are growing, why else would they stop believing in the grace of the stars? You mull one mundane night at Starsnatch Cliff.

The empty feeling inside persists to linger, and you don’t mind it.

There’s simply acceptance; you are dying fading.

Even if the lack of belief in the sky—you—is caused by none other than mortals, enmity doesn’t bloom. Why would it? When from the very beginning, you love the human race?

In their ups and downs, you are with them.

And they were with you.

I wonder where I will be… even I don’t know if I have a place there if I pass on.

In the end, it’s still up to fate to decide, isn’t it? How cruel..

Won’t you show me mercy now?

“Oh~ I didn’t expect to see a familiar face! And at such a place!” the voice enters your hearing just as you questioned the universe.

Your breath hitches at it.

Barbatos. Now, out of all times.

Was it a mistake to return to Mondstadt after all? No, no, it isn’t.

There’s no harm in coming back to a place where you’ve been taught many things in your years long journey with the bard.

There’s no harm in trying to reminisce all the good memories that’s fugacious at best.

Before you fade.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time,” the newcomer greets, taking the spot at your side. His usage of terms makes you laugh inwardly.

Longer than you can probably imagine.

The Windborne Bard swings his dangling legs, turning his eyes towards the starry sky with a little smile on his angelic face.

“Where have you been these days, o legendary companion of the Traveler? Hehe!”

You forgot how much his laughter can ease your worries—but you’re afraid that even his lighthearted mirth now is not enough to appease you.

Not with the present circumstances.

Finding no reason to lie, you respond, “I traveled the whole of Teyvat with Aether—seeing that he’s no longer here, though.. I’ve simply come back to the nations I’m fond of. And have stayed at for a lengthy time.”

“Mondstadt, I see. A wise choice, really, a nation of love and freedom! No one remains in the blues of their days here.”

Oh, if only such things can extend to beings such as you.

At the end of the eventide, you will still be wallowed by your blues and woes—such is a fitting end for someone personifying agony.

Love… freedom… happiness… they’re all luxurious things you can’t afford even with tears and sacrifices.

No one speaks for a while, letting the silence reign supreme.

You’ve taken to studying the slow-changing color of the firmament, knowing that when it starts to be painted with hues of the incoming sun, it’ll be the time to leave.

Once and for all.

The bard lets out some whine of some sort—you remember how he’s not one to sit still and be silent—before turning to you with a curious glint in his eyes.

“So, why come to Starsnatch Cliff? Do you plan to wish upon a star?”

“Wishing… upon a star,” your laugh is monotone as you shake your head, “What an old tradition. Barely anyone does it now.”

Of course, you’ve known what it’s like to wish on a star—only, you are the receiver of such wishes. The way humans depended on you back then, and you provide with the help you can muster… ah.

All of those are gone now.

“Hey, that’s why I’m asking,” drawls the ex-Archon, making you acquiesce with a bland, rather hopeless response.

“Even if I do so—what are the odds that such a wish will be granted, anyway? The stars… even they have no power over serendipitous miracles.”

You know—because even when you, a deity of the stars, belong in the heavens… those things aren’t for you to decide.

The power you had was to guide the lost, light the constellations, and shelter spirits in the sky.

But even that power has reduced until eventually, you’re but a scrap of the primordial being you once were.

“Wishing gives you hope though, doesn’t it? There always is a chance no matter how slim it is.” says the aquamarine-eyed male, “So come on, now!”

He’s insistent, alright. You can’t help but work up an exhausted smile at it, at the memories that resurface. It’s pleasant… and bitter.

Turning away, you breathe out a long sigh.

Regrets… there are too many, but since he’s here…

“… Then, I wish I hadn’t been so kind.”

You might as well spill the taboo, no? You’re bound to vanish, anyway—at least before then, you found the courage to oppose against written fate.

“Perhaps if I had been more selfish, more desperate—to act than be idle in hoping, maybe I wouldn’t have so many regrets before I pass on.”

Almost immediately, there is a burn on your tongue, like something is forbidding you from continuing what’s meant to be untold.

For a moment, you stop speaking, and the burn stops, as well.

On the other hand, Venti tips his head with a blink.

There are so many things to register at once—and he feels like he has very little time to acquire answers to all of them. Something inside doesn’t sit well…

“That simply won’t do,” he beams with a smile, welcoming and friendly, “State your woes, let’s finish those with a merry end! I’ll help you.”

He surely will! A friend of the Traveler is a friend of his anytime!

He ignores the peculiar sensation within that feels like it’s trying to claw its way through the surface, and opts to sway on his position, humming one of his songs.

“You’ll help me?” a whisper of a response.

He nods, repeating his assurance. He’ll help in any way he can!

Albeit it is true that he doesn’t know the [c]-haired lady for long, it’s not enough of a reason to shy away from extending his help.

Besides, perhaps if he keeps this up—they can be good friends!

“Then,”

He lets her take the time she needs. No rush, no rush! After all, trust and relationships aren’t something that should be—

“It’s meeting you.”

—Rushed..

Huh? He pauses, a crease appearing between his eyebrows as he slowly turns to the lady, only to find out that she’s already looking at him. Did I… hear that right?

Meeting him? But—they’ve only known each other for a short amount of time… !

They barely had enough conversations to begin with-

“I regret having fallen for you. Maybe I wouldn't be hurting this bad if I hadn't.”

His breath hitches and, for some reason, something inside throbs. The pain is dull, hollow, yet persistent.

With wide eyes, he whispers.

“You regret—what?”

.. Fallen? But—how.. ?

The more he’s filled with questions, he notices the more he becomes desperate. ‘Why’ proceeds to be unknown.

His confusion breaks the smiling composure of the [c]nette, evident disappointment in her visage. It makes him difficult to breathe seeing this—but why? Why so? He doesn’t know.

This desperation—it’s unexplainable.

“It’s as I said,” hums the girl, “You can’t help me with it, can you, Barbatos?”

This isn’t any normal occurrence. He knows it immediately. Something is amiss.

The drop of his shoulders, the weight in his chest, the clench of his jaw… they’re all by sheer reflex. A reaction by the subconscious from hearing his Archon name fly past a stranger.

Stunned to silence, he does nothing but gape, trying to make sense of the situation to no avail.

The fog in his head is too thick to navigate through like it's purposely there to keep him out of waters he shouldn’t tread to.

His lack of response must’ve snapped the girl out of her hopeful reverie, the light in her eyes dimming as she stands, giving him a resigned smile.

“It’s no use. I’ll leave now, thank you for gracing me with your time. I have other places to be.”

Venti is even more stunned. What? Is that… is that it?

He thinks he can feel something inside snapping when the [c]nette moves to walk away, and before he knows it, he’s scrambling to his feet.

“Wait!” his heart is pounding in his ears, hand halfway there from reaching out, “You can’t just spring that out of nowhere and—and leave… !”

“What else is there to say?” the dull tone makes his fingers tremble.

Again, he doesn’t know why.

It’s almost infuriating, to feel all sorts of distress and woe yet to receive no such answers as to why he’s feeling them in the first place.

This very moment, it feels like someone else is in control of his emotions.

Like his mind and heart are split apart.

He swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

“What do you mean having fallen? How do you know that I’m—when I don’t even-!”

Know you.

He tries to think, tries to recall anything of importance—but all his head paints as a memory is the time he saw her in the serenitea pot.

Nothing more.

“This is exactly why I’m saying there’s no need for explanations,” chuckles the girl—what’s her name again?—with a sigh, “You can’t force someone to remember what fate has written to be forgotten.”

Force to remember? Fate? To be forgotten?

Venti tugs at his hair, not knowing what to make of the ache in his chest.

Those words, something churns within upon hearing it. Has he… heard them in a similar context before? Ah—he doesn’t know!

“You don’t even know my name.”

He stills, swallowing once more. “That’s…”

Her name, her name, what’s her name? Again he tries to recall, this time that specific memory when the Traveler introduced her to his guests in his realm.

He was there.

“Oh, Venti, this is—”

He was there!

So why—.. something is terribly wrong.

Something is so, definitely, terribly wrong.

I can’t remember her name. The dawning horror of a realization rips a trembling gasp past his lips. Why can’t I?

It isn’t unusual for people to forget names. It’s not. But this predicament is unusual through and through—no, such a term isn’t enough to describe this, even.

Why is it that when he tries so hard, so hard to claw out a fragment of a memory involving her, the mist in his mind thickens?

He hears another sigh, one more despondent than the previous ones.

“I humored you enough, haven’t I?”

Venti purses his lips at this, lightly peeved at the crestfallen expression on the lady’s face. He doesn’t understand this at all…

“If you know it’s impossible to begin with then why did you say it… ? When you’ll only be this hurt?”

Why had she been willing to go to these lengths when she was aware of the result? What is there to hope for a circumstance that apparently can’t be changed?

Why is she trying so hard? Only to willfully reap nothing but pain?

“That’s..” she definitely hadn’t been expecting that response, but neither did the bard expect the answer. “I don’t want to be alone anymore,”

He stumbles at this, a dizzy spell enveloping him whole, accompanied by a flood of loss.

I don’t get it, he holds a hand over his heart, sensing its twist. Why am I like this?

“Is it so wrong to try?”

It’s not. With you, trying is never wrong.

Something—something feels like it’s merging with him. There is a voice in the back of his head screaming, albeit muffled.

At least, not until sunrise.

“I’ve faced this battle alone for thousands of years, is it so wrong to want for something you can’t take back?”

Stop, he wants to say when his heart churns even more. It hurts. Why does it hurt? Stop it..

Stop it! Yet there is no end.

“Is it so wrong to reminisce of a love that can’t return?”

Don’t let her walk away.

A sense of urgency bursts forth inside, alerting his senses and prompting him to exit his headspace.

He’s running before he can even register what he’s doing, grasping her hand before he can call out. Don’t let her leave again.

“Stay with me.”

The words roll off his tongue before he can even think. It seems right, to say such a thing—and it feels right when he denotes the tentative look on her features.

He doesn’t seem to be in control of most of his actions, yet he’s able to utter, “Isn’t this… the least thing I can do?”

As an apology.

A deliberate error in the system of fate is clear and obvious, still, he does not know the specifics. What he does know, however, is that it had something to do with this girl.

It has something to do with them.

He’s almost given up on trying to get a snip of what has been hidden away, but an unknown stimulus urges him to try more. To try harder.

The bard watches with keen—almost hopeful—eyes as the [c]nette smiles bitterly, accepting his invitation.

“Thank you.”

It’s not a problem—is what he wishes to respond, but his tongue is tied.

It’s as if something is holding him back from uttering such words because deep down, something says that it is a problem.

And it’s an unsolvable one.

Troubled and upset—all peculiar to him, still—he guides to sit them back at the edge of the cliff. They are both silent, for reasons already obvious.

Neither even tried to claim back the sense of tranquility.

Yet, despite its absence, Venti cannot help but feel at strange ease.

He’s comfortable sitting beside this stranger alone, even when he had been enveloped with so many acute sentiments just minutes ago.

Up until now the subtle pain in his heart lingers. He wonders if it’ll last him a lifetime.

He doesn’t know—and he doesn’t ask, fearing the answer that he may receive and the expression that he may see. And so, he sits there with her for hours on end.

And she stays there with him.

Venti’s penchant for stargazing does not emerge at that moment, instead, he resumes his path down a path where the mist in his head leads him away.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been trying to get a grasp of something, anything that may aid him in understanding this quandary.

The closer he is to touching that silver lining, however, the more it flies past his reach.

Yet, even so, he gets a grasp of someone trying to help him.

Within his psyche, there is a voice suppressed by the same mist, weeping—shouting, even—in desperation.

It’s been years! He holds his head, trying to make sense of that anguished exclamation. You’re finally here, but you’re still leaving.

That voice… is that hi—

“It’s time.”

Taken out of his thoughts, the bard flitters his wide stare towards the [c]nette, who has stood up, reaching her hand out towards the sky.

He follows her line of sight, his breath failing when he notices the lady’s translucent fingers.

“You’re—.. vanishing?”

It has a beautiful white outline, with tiny sparkles fragmenting away as if the girl is made out of stardust. His heartbeat accelerates yet again when he’s faced with a smile.

It’s no longer sad nor bitter—simply acceptance.

“It’s been predicted, after all. A deity, despite how they’re deemed immortal, can meet their own ends, too. Tonight is simply my time.”

A deity.. ? Her?

With his voice rendered useless, he can only stare on as the [c]-eyed deity bends, brushing her warm—and fading—fingers over his cheeks.

He shivers, not at the touch, but at the sensation of something cold escaping his eyes.

He didn’t even realize it…

“Don’t shed tears for a stranger.”

She’s leaving—she’s dying. The voice is there again.

“Can I say something, Barbatos?”

Unable to utter anything, he simply nods—and to this, she smiles. That smile, one of pure fondness, trembles.

He doesn’t know how it’s even possible, but he knows—he knows that it’s nothing but a façade of strength.

“I love you,” the murmur touches his heart in ways he couldn’t imagine, burning with a mix of perplexed ardor and unexplainable sorrow. “And I’m sorry.”

Venti manages to find his voice in the middle of it all.

“Sorry… for what?”

To this, the deity drops her stare to the grass, watching herself disappear bit by bit from the ground up, as well.

She clasps her vanishing fingers before throwing her head back, blinking like she’s holding back tears.

When she’s able to answer, her voice has gotten even shakier.

“For saying I regretted meeting you. For fighting a war that I couldn’t win. In the end, this is how I will pass, unremembered. But that is alright,”

She glances at him—managing to reconstruct the smile.

“I got to see you, at least.”

His throat forms the familiar aching lump, complexing his breathing as he attempts to attain clarity.

It doesn’t come, to his chagrin—but then again, how in the earth will he be able to get a sense of things when this… this strange desperation is making him panic?

When this urge to cling onto her gets stronger with each passing minute and the only reason he’s holding back is because he doesn’t know who she is?

His breath becomes irregular, heart leaping out of his chest upon noting the sky’s gradual change of hue.

A fraction of the sun is starting to break through the horizon and it causes an influx of dread.

There is something about daybreak that sends him to the edge.

“The night is waning…” he hears her say. The time is now.

Something about the sun, in general, is making him restless.

Do something! Do something—anything! Don’t let her go.

Venti lurches forward with a gasp, head in hands when the voice he’s been hearing pierces through the obscurity like an arrow shooting through the wind.

You won’t see her again so please- don’t let her go, please, don’t let her go.

Who—? He grunts and closes his eyes, unsettled by the subtle ache the voice gives.

The pain cannot be described in words—it’s not abysmal, but it’s there, pulsing in an otherworldly manner to the point that it feels like it’s some form of divine punishment.

The intervention of fate, for endeavoring to even go against it.

Still, the voice continues, and the mist in his psyche struggles to clear.

Don’t go anywhere.

Colors start to burn in the blackness of his sight, muddled like strewn watercolor on an empty canvas.

It paints a blurred scene of green, orange, and yellow—and- and someone’s speaking from afar.

It’s—her?

“You may not know me by tomorrow and by the following years, but I will leave this to you,”

Don’t leave me again.

The colors begin to swirl into specific segments, beginning the process of painting a memory long forgotten, as scribed by fate.

He sees a hand extending to give an accessory, one awfully like the one he’s clipped to his faux Vision.

“I hope you do not mind carrying another keepsake, Barbatos?”

Don’t—

The greens start with curls and sharp strokes, eventually creating the tree at Windrise, and then the oranges and yellows begin to mix as a gradient of sunset. Gradually, everything becomes clearer.

He makes out his own voice in the memory. The blur of [c] turning out to be none other than the same girl he’s been talking to the whole time.

“Can I show you how much you’re worth, then?”

And the stifled voice that cried in desperation in his mind is none other than the fragment of his subconscious who has always lied dormant, the one who has always remembered.

Who has always silently reminisced—held back by kismet—about the starlit deity.

—Please… !

And the love that's forgotten by the mind.

Epiphany dawns like the rising sun as the bard reopens his eyes, frantically clinging onto the vanishing arm of the lady with a gasp.

“[Name]!”

That’s you, isn’t it!? He purses his lips.

The deity watches him with an open mouth, various kinds of emotions swiftly coursing through her face, unable to decide on which should trounce the rest.

She stands idly, clipped stutters leaving in the wake of her surprise.

It was no imagination—he said her name.

“Don’t go,” it’s like someone else has completely taken over him in that second, taking the reign of control. “You can’t go.”

Say it. Say it!

Venti discovers rapture in his subconscious' demands. It almost feels like a split of himself, one deliberately divided by the universe to avoid going against its set rules.

“I love you.”

The lady’s breath stops for a moment. Did she hear that right?

Venti bends over, trembling at the weight of the words that flew past his lips. He hadn’t even the time to process it!

He feels troubled—to say such a thing to a stranger—yet still, for some reason, stating it feels right.

Still, his tongue continues to roll and his voice proceeds to convey the words over and over like his life depended on it.

“I love you, I love you—I love you, I love you, I’ll say it over and over just please—"

“It doesn’t work that way, Barbatos.”

Cold washes over like a wave of the sea, filled with harsh truths.

He does not understand the sudden tremor that rakes him over when the arm he’s latching onto fades completely.

“Why are you even weeping? When you do not know me?”

“But I do know you,” the part in him says in desperation as he gazes into pools of [c], yet no matter how convincing he sounds like, his eyes mirror uncertainty, “I do know you. Why else would I be- be crying.. !?”

[Name]’s smile grows sweet.

“Your heart is simply reminiscing, but your mind has long since forgotten me.”

His tears are spilling without end, raining like a storm, and oh, how his chest sears with an agony he didn’t know is possible.

Venti heaves a breath, face down, hand over his heart as he attempts to make sense of the pain.

“It hurts so much, [Name]- why does it hurt? Who are you to me?”

Nothing but raw anguish and confusion leaks into his voice.

He’s a living picture of sheer misery and the deity can’t help but regret a bit over even entertaining her selfish whims to try and get him to remember.

“Fate has always been unfair.” She kneels in front of him, translucent figure nearly showing the rising sun.

“But maybe, someday, under different circumstances.. maybe I can love you freely.”

The bard is awestruck. “Wait, then—”

You were my… !?

[Name] presses her forehead against his own, the last sparkles of her [c] dimming into nonexistence along with her gentle voice.

“And you’ll love me back again.”

Venti lifts his shaking hand, eyes still wide and teary as he brushes his palm against his lady’s cheek.

Her presence is barely there, and his hand is phasing through.

The desperation within kicks up tenfold.

“You can’t leave me like this…” he shakes his head, raising his other hand so he can cup the deity’s face—but the latter vanishes upon the first ray of the sun.

It’s so unfair. It’s so unfair! Take me with you—please!

And he’s falling forward near the edge of the cliff, by the billowing cecilias.

“No—no, you can’t… !”

Alone, with no one at his side.

He watches the last scintilla disappear like a speck of dust, without anything to remember it by. And the moment it does—

The clarity he’s been yearning for cascades like an array of shooting stars, attaching onto him piece by piece.

The stifled voice hidden away by the mist becomes comprehensible—and all that he has forgotten centuries ago resurfaces.

With what has been lost finally coming back to existence, the bard can only stare helplessly at the now brightening sky.

Why is it that just now—he remembers?

“[Name], [Name]..” he repeats.

The answer is simple; it is because she is gone now—and fate no longer has the reason to obstruct others from recalling an already forgotten goddess.

Venti whimpers before releasing a cry, one suffused with nothing but agony over his loss, and indignation over the unmerciful universe.

“My pretty star..”

The years unfold like the pages of a book, each turn accompanied by a series of events building up to the summit of a plot.

To the Windborne Bard, it’s like reliving the tales of Mondstadt’s journey.

In their ups and downs, there he still remains.

There are times when he enters his slumbers, of course, in a method to delay a faraway erosion.

He wishes to dream of a breezy place with the same goddess he’s known all his life, made to be forgotten only by the laws of this world—but even such a dream was not granted.

It’s depressing, yes, but he’s learned not to be too keen on hope… not when it’s an apathetic system listening.

But something feels different this time.

Venti notes it after his awakening, as he ambles back into the streets of Mondstadt, watching descendants of ancestors’ he’s met traipse through the city.

It’s sundown, yet, the whole place seems to be light with stardust.

The sentiment brought by the atmosphere is nothing short of nostalgic.

A young girl with dark purple hair is handing out what appears to be an accessory, stylized into a four-pointed star in gold casing. When she arrives at his side, she’s all but pushing the item into his hands.

“Hi, traveling bard! Please accept this, whisper a prayer and let it reach the stars! It’s the merry time of reminiscing divine luminescence!”

“Divine.. luminescence?”

He hasn’t heard of such a term until now—a new festival of sorts? And something about this girl is familiar.

“Yes! Astrologist Mona Megistus has uncovered the forgotten goddess’ feats a long time ago. This day is when the whole of Mondstadt decided to commemorate it,” she beams with an excited grin.

“The goddess [Name] has linked so much to Mondstadt, you know! The festival serves to show our thanks and reverence.” Giving him a pat on the arm, she waves before skipping away, “Do enjoy your stay, bard!”

Venti glances at the object in his hand. She said [Name]..

Ah, no wonder that child was familiar… she’s a descendant of the astrologist…

To think that Mona has dedicated her time into unraveling the mysteries of a divinity lost in time… oh, how he wished to thank her.

Oh but wait—festival, whisper his prayers?

The Windborne Bard shifts his gaze towards the sky, now deepening its blue. The stars are yet to appear, but that is enough.

With a nod, he leaves the gates of Mondstadt with only a single destination in mind.

He doesn’t rush, allowing the time to pass until the firmament has gotten dark and is bedecked with thousands of scintillas and constellations.

It is cloudless, presenting a breathtaking view of the heavens.

Even more so when he reaches Starsnatch Cliff, noticing how even more cecilias have bloomed like a field.

[Name]… he thinks, clutching the given item in his hands.

Before, the reminder of the goddess’ name only brings an ache to his heart, but now—bitter fondness is all that there is.

Looking back down on the star, he brushes his fingers over its iridescent figure. That girl said I should whisper my prayers, right?

He brings it close to him, shutting his eyes before mumbling all that he’s hoped for.

Before he knows it, the item takes on a splendid white glow—like he has a real star in his hold—before floating and taking to the skies.

It disperses into beautiful stardust and he realizes that more of these follows, all originating from Mondstadt.

It brings relief to his expression, watching it all erupt similarly like fireworks.

The weight in his chest is lifted, a sense of contentment washing over the more he stares at the stellar collection of white in the evening sky.

“You’re remembered, [Name].”

Venti utters with a smile before turning away, planning to learn more about this commemorative festival and engage in it in all ways possible.

If it’s honoring his muse, he’ll know no bounds and limits.

They're rebuilding their belief. They're bringing her back.

But then a flash of light behind makes him pause. He does not move for a second, wondering if it’s just his eyes playing tricks on him.

After all, didn’t the star item emit the same glow… ?

He questions this, yet all his doubts cease the instant when—

“It’s been a while,”

He stiffens. That voice…

No, no—it can’t be.. he’s not dreaming, is he?

“I hope I didn’t make you wait long, Barbatos.”

Venti turns around—and a tear slides down his cheek.

a/n: shucking happy ending for our tragic protagonist (sobsobsobsob) venti's side! takes up most of the angst as per requested~

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starryhyuck · 4 years

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dangerous game. (m)

pairing: dilf!jaehyun x younger!reader

words: 1.9k+

summary: jaehyun is your father’s co-worker, but it’s not your fault that he’s undeniably hot.

genre: smut

warnings: older!jaehyun, younger!reader, car sex, public sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

“It’s not like he’s your dad, you know.”

You glare at Sookyung, who’s innocently sipping at her glass of champagne. You pinch her arm and she squeals.

“He could be! He’s just as old as my dad,” you comment, eyes roaming over Jeong Jaehyun’s figure.

He was just recently hired into your father’s corporation and proven himself to be a worthy asset, his dimples charming everyone who comes his way. He’s built up a strong relationship with your parents, bringing over his daughter to hang out with you sometimes. You wonder if he’ll always see you as a kid — a friend of his daughter’s to have play dates with.

Speaking of the devil, Haerim bounces over and smiles at you and Sookyung. Luckily, Haerim got her looks from her mother so you don’t feel so odd when you gaze over at her.

“How are you two doing? I’m kind of bored,” she comments, fingers gripping her own champagne glass.

Sookyung gives you the eye and you know what she’s thinking — you practically sped home from college just to stare at Jaehyun all night, jumping at your father’s invitation as soon as he called.

“We’re doing fine,” Sookyung replies, and you grow wary of her mischievous smile. “How about you and your dad? Any luck with finding him a date?”

Haerim shakes her head. “Nope. He’s probably just not ready to move on yet.”

Sookyung grins. “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right girl.”

You glare at her. Haerim shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe.”

—

It’s only a few weeks later when you come home for Christmas. Your father greets you at the door and your mother lets you know they have company over. You try to keep your resolve when you see Jaehyun at the table, his smile taking your breath away like it always has.

“Jaehyun’s spending Christmas with us,” your father mentions as you take your seat.

“And Haerim?” You ask, eyes locking with Jaehyun’s.

“At her mother’s for the holidays,” Jaehyun responds, dark eyes gazing at you. You nod, and as soon as you dig into your meal, your father and Jaehyun are chatting it up. “That’s crazy, Doyoung. I couldn’t imagine any of the investors buying that crap.”

Your father laughs and your mother leans over to speak with you.

“I want you to be nice to Jaehyun while he’s here. He’s having a rough time, first holiday after the divorce and everything.”

You smile. “I’ll keep him good company, I promise.”

She pats your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

It’s later in the night when you keep your promise, knocking on the guest room door. You’ve taken Sookyung’s advice and luckily packed all of your best underwear, matching bra and all. You know deep down you shouldn’t get your hopes up, especially since Jaehyun is still learning to live without his wife.

All those thoughts are thrown away, however, when he opens the door. You grin innocently at him.

“I hope you’re enjoying your stay, Mr. Jeong. I was just checking up on you.”

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Is that so? Well, thank you for being such a hospitable host.”

Sookyung’s words bounce around in your head, still lingering when you called her after dinner. Flirt. Remind him you’re very mature for your age. And wear that red thong I bought you for your birthday!

You laugh. “Yes, well, I think my father would be upset if he knew I wasn’t being very friendly.”

He chuckles and nods his head. “We can’t have that, can we?”

“No, we can’t.”

Your gazes lock, and you swear his eyes darken a little. He opens his mouth to say something before you hear footsteps. Your father comes around the corner, smiling and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“I can see you’re treating Jaehyun nicely.”

“She was,” Jaehyun answers. “You raised her well, Doyoung.”

“I hope so,” your father laughs, placing a kiss on your head. “Listen, Jaehyun, we’re going out tomorrow to get all the groceries we need to make Christmas dinner. I was wondering if you would tag along with Y/N to find a suitable tree for the living room.”

Your eyes practically light up, and Jaehyun chuckles.

“I think that would be fine,” he nods, gaze returning to you. “We’ll leave in the morning?”

You smile. “Sounds good.”

—

Car rides with Jaehyun are more arousing than you expected. You’ve been on edge since you’ve been on the road with him, mainly because you’re unsure of how to make the first move. If he ends up not even liking you in that way, he could definitely tell your father and further humiliate you.

“You’re quiet this morning.”

Your head darts to look over at him, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Oh,” you laugh awkwardly. “Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Care to enlighten me?” He hums.

This is a very dangerous game.

“I just- um-“ you pause, trying to comprehend your thoughts. Jaehyun chuckles at your internal struggle. Oh God. What if he just sees me as a kid? I’m wearing this uncomfortable thong and all he sees is his daughter’s little friend-

“I don’t think we can,” he comments, taking you off guard.

You frown. “Don’t think we can what?”

He sighs. “I want to be with you in that way, but your dad-“

Your eyes widen. “Wait wait wait. You like me? I mean, you like me like that?”

He smirks, taking his eyes off of the road for a mere second to glance at you. “Yes, I like you like that. But it’s too complicated. You’re young, and-“

You scoff. “I’m not that young.”

“You’re as young as my daughter,” he reminds you. “And your father and I are good friends. Plus, he has all the power to fire me whenever he wants, and I don’t think I can afford to lose my job right now.”

Sookyung’s voice grows louder in your head. Make him want you. Show him he can’t resist.

Your eyelashes flutter closed, fingers drifting down to your core.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

You ignore him, one hand slithering into your underwear and stroking your folds gently. You throw your head back and moan. You can feel the car swerve a little.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be doing this. I’m driving, this is dangerous and I-“

“Touch me, Mr. Jeong,” you beg, opening your eyes to stare directly at him. “Please?”

It isn’t long before he pulls over on the side of the road and leans over the console to press his lips against yours. You whimper when his fingers tug on your hair, exposing your neck to him.

“Such a little slut,” he hisses, lips attaching to your neck and sucking gently. “We could’ve gotten into an accident.”

“But we didn’t,” you remind him, guiding his hand to your core. “Can you fuck me now?”

He growls. “Filthy little mouth. Does your dad know you talk this way?”

You shake your head. “No, daddy wouldn’t like that.”

He curses lowly and you know you’ve got him. He pushes the seat all the way back and climbs until he’s hovering over you, tongue desperately exploring the expanse of your mouth. He replaces your fingers with his, digits slowly playing with your folds before sliding two into your waiting hole. You whine into the kiss and he pauses briefly.

“You’re not a-“

“Virgin?” You raise an eyebrow. “No. But don’t tell daddy.”

He growls, attacking you once again and curling his fingers upwards. You’re both lucky he’s pulled over to an abandoned part of the town, and his tinted windows giving you even further security.

“We have to be quick, baby,” he whispers breathlessly. “Still have to bring a tree home.”

The clothes come off quickly after that, your hands gripping Jaehyun’s shirt and flinging it over your shoulder. He laughs at your eagerness, palming at your breast and kissing your mound.

“Such a pretty body,” he murmurs, lips darting over your nipple. You moan and arch your back.

“Yeah? Prettier than your ex-wife’s?”

He smirks. “Prettier. Younger. Hotter.”

You whimper when he throws your dress to the side, fingers dancing over your choice of underwear.

“Isn’t that pretty? You wear that for me, sweet girl?”

You giggle. “Only for you, daddy.”

He flips you over, smacking your ass along the way. You enjoy the way he manhandles you, pulling your hair back and tugging it harshly.

“Is this how you like it? Exposed like a whore for anyone to see? What would your parents say if they saw you like this?”

“What would your daughter say if she saw you about to fuck a girl the same age as her?” You counter.

He smiles. “She wouldn’t like it, that’s for sure.”

You feel his tip prod your entrance and you moan, gripping the headrest of the passenger seat. Jaehyun kisses your shoulders, cupping your breasts and sliding into you.

You cry at the stretch, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he enters you. He’s thick. And huge. Definitely the biggest you’ve ever taken.

He curses in your ear. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

“Never-“ you gasp, catching your breath when he sinks deeper and deeper. “Never had someone this big, daddy.”

You both groan when he bottoms out, lips parting at the pleasure you’re receiving. You feel so full, and Jaehyun’s cock is like a fever dream.

“Jaehyun, please,” you beg, aching for him to move.

He follows your order, grabbing your hips and snapping into you. You moan loudly, the sound of his hips connecting with your thighs echoing throughout the vehicle. He feels so perfect inside of you and you blubber his name over and over again.

You imagine how sinful you both look, with Jaehyun fucking you desperately in the passenger seat of his car, where Haerim probably sat when he used to drive her to school everyday. You whimper at the thought as Jaehyun drills into you, panting in your ear.

“Feels so good, baby,” he praises you. “Wanna fuck you all day.”

“Will you?” You ask, whining when he nudges against your sweet spot. “Will you fuck me when we get back home?”

“If you can stay quiet,” he chuckles and you giggle with him. He groans when you clench around him. “You going to cum for me, baby? Show me how much you want it, sweet girl.”

You fall apart around him, squeezing his cock for dear life as you orgasm. You’re completely spent but Jaehyun still plows into you, chasing his high. You prod him a little.

“Please, daddy. Want to feel you cum inside me.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, his voice dropping an octave. “Are you on the pill?”

The beat of silence is deafening. “What if I wasn’t?”

He groans. “Don’t mess with me, baby. I’m going to explode.”

“Wouldn’t you like to see that? Your cum dripping down my thighs at dinner, trying not to let my dad see? What if he found out I was pregnant? What would he do then?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaehyun hisses. “Baby, I can’t. I’m going to cum.”

“Knock me up, Jae,” you giggle, pushing back against him. “Show everyone how filthy you are, getting a girl half your age pregnant with your child. What would Haerim think?”

He pushes deep inside you and cries out, shooting ribbons into your waiting womb. You smile deviously, pushing further back onto him so none of his cum would spill out. He’s still cumming after a minute, and his warmth fills your stomach.

You grin. “Had a lot to give me, didn’t you?”

He growls and leans down, nipping at your ear.

“I’m getting you pregnant while I’m here, you little minx.”

“Looking forward to it.”

#nct smut #jaehyun #jaehyun smut

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